Soft Squeak.

Soft squeak.

𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈  [ miburoni. ]

              his thoughts plumped with a sweeter melancholy. those familiar whisky halos that twinkled from isami’s eyes reminded toshizō of simpler, better days. those days where they were youthful, hopeful. before the light in their lives, the life from the eyes stolen away without them even knowing it. toshizō remembers how he could not do anything for isami in the end. how he could not save him, break him from the prison and be made a scapegoat for all the anger, all the blind rage that ate away at sensibilities. he remembers how blind he was, to fixated in making a great daimyō out of isami.

we were supposed to be happy together,  words so vividly clear,  you, me, souji, shinpachi … everyone. but then it was just him. alone. an agent of his own destiny.  the pain, the hurt, the grief melted into a tepid ire coated by a gentleness and madness that could not exist without each other. the rising sun became the moon at dawn and that moon had to extinguish the afternoon sun. 

“  i thought this was a dream.   ”   throat husky, croon withered from endless hours of howling commands, bellowing his war cries in battle,   “  i did not expect you like this. i was prepared to never see you again.   ”    the innocent of wishes ought to stay in the most sacred of dreams; he did not want this dream to end, did not want to isami go. no more, not ever again. he did not want to build another grave. 

toshizō almost forgets to pay attention, eyes drawing to isami’s hand touching the back of his neck. where the blade fell and severed his head from body. toshizō’s smile waned gingerly, motioning to close the distance between them. the raven-haired man’s head tilts, angling to better look at his friend, to make a connection like they always head. to feel what he felt with intuition.   “  … carrying the shinsengumi is something i wanted to do willingly.  ”  almost a whisper.

he cants his head elsewhere, to nowhere.  “  it’s something that i knew, felt and understood i had to do.   ”   their era no longer had a need for samurai;  that much is true. that much he truly knew and he understood well. dr. matsumoto taught them himself —- for japan’s prosperity, for japan’s survival in an ever changing world, they needed to adopt the west’s ways. and so they did with the artillery and fire arms. toshizō worked closely with french advisors as well, donning their clothes and removing the blue haori from his back. an acceptance. 

but if there is anything he could not accept it was the end of their dream. his dream.  “  i said to myself i would not look you in the eyes in the afterlife were i to let the shinsengumi end.  ”  carmine hues reconnected those hazel eyes of isami’s. closer he was, there was an eerie glint of something more. a change in his friend, maybe more,  “  and i will keep to this oath. forever.  ”  true immortality, and nothing would stop him. not even souji, not even isami. this was his sincerity.

@moeyoken​

          ❝As was I,❞ Isami says, the confession coming harsh and soft, all the same. After all, it was and is the end of a time that he no longer feels the sense of going back. Or rather, did not want to go back. He’s foolish, thinking about then, a time that he wonders if he would change anything to change the outcome. No, he’s been down this path before; he cannot change what’s been done and he cannot undo the hardship he’s created. He cannot ever undo the hurt and the burden he’s given his brother, his best friend, the ache that comes knowing he’s done this to Toshi is almost suffocating.

          Isami remains as is, only moving ever so slightly to be close enough as how they would normally if they were to sit together on a tatami mat. Which, in this place, seems to have already manifested itself some semblance of what might’ve been their headquarters. But it’s a generic room with an ordinary piece of floral decor in the corner and screen doors encircling them. Simple, just like how they once were, but it gives him a piece of mind that this place isn’t all... empty. For a place called the Throne of Heroes, Isami wonders exactly when he’d be summoned.

          If ever.

          So even when Toshi tries to get a better look at him, Isami is only making one of those tired, but weary smiles. Burdened and stuck together in some semblance of a prison of his own mind, Isami is, in some right of his own, lost.

          The whisper that comes is enough for Isami to wonder once more, what has he done to deserve this, and why is it that he has burdened his brother with this. Choked words die in his throat, wanting to tell him that it’s quite alright for him to stop since he is no longer a part of it and that the Shinsengumi has long since died. That time has past and that he’s sorry, so incredibly sorry, that he placed that weight on him. So many words to say, but no right way to say it, and somehow, Isami, again and again, wants to tell him it’s okay to stop—

          And yet, he’s thanked him for carrying on the Shinsengumi name. What kind of man is he? Isami realizes that he’s still a coward.

          ❝I see,❞ he says after a moment, slowly nodding. Had to do, hm? Somehow, it fits him. Seemingly always annoyed as he appeared to be, Isami knew that Toshi is an amazing and kind man. Dedicated to a fault and perhaps, loyalty, too. He’s only heard the things of what’s happened and what’s become of the Shinsengumi from the scant words he’s managed to pick up over the years. It’s not much, scraps, if he’s honest, but this is the first time he’s someone familiar. And it’s going to probably be how he finds out what is the state of the world and what has happened.

          Isami lifts his gaze to Toshizō as he speaks, their eyes connecting as he tells him of his vow of meeting in the afterlife. Somehow, something about that makes him consider how asinine and foolish his thoughts might’ve been. The resolute glint in his eyes is enough for Isami to realize that this is who he is now, devoted and firm in his belief for the Shinsengumi. Ah, he supposes it’s not just his fault that he’s become this way, is it? At any point in time, he could’ve very well left and chose another path.

          ❝—You were always so serious,❞ Isami says after another moment longer, his voice with a slight wobble at the end, overwhelmed with emotion. He makes a weak smile, his head a conflicted mess of emotions that weigh heavy on his heart. Guilt with admiration make for a messy amalgamation of feelings and thoughts, so Isami decides that if he can gather the courage, mayhaps he can tell Toshi his thoughts; his regrets, his sadness.

          Truly, a coward.

          It takes him a moment more before he continues, smiling with a sense of weariness that comes as one who’s been with their thoughts for too long, met with so many others before him since his time in the Throne of Heroes. ❝Yes,❞ Isami says, his voice thick and heavy, ❝if that is your wish, and what you want, Toshi, I will not stop you.❞ He doesn’t think he has the right anymore... or rather, did he ever have that right? Isami is sorry that such an honorable man like Toshi is friends... brothers, with someone like him.

🐝  *  ―  𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.   (  very nsfw  !  another  random  assortment  of  various  sexual  situation.  and  ,  because  it’s  always  a  little  confusing  ,  your  muse  =  sender  and  my  muse  =  receiver.  add  *  to  reverse  the  action.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

[ BUTT ] ― your muse slaps my muses’ butt. [ SIXTY-NINE ] ― our muses are pleasuring each other in the 69 position. [ MOUTH ] ― my muse gives your muse a blowjob. [ LICK ] ― my muse eats your muse out. [ THRUST ] ― your muse penetrates my muse. [ HAND ] ― my muse gives your muse a handjob. [ FINGER ] ― my muse starts fingering your muse. [ ORGASM ] ― my muse has an orgasm ( during sex , foreplay , etc. ). [ NECK ] ― your muse kisses my muses’ neck. [ BREATS ] ― your muse massages my muses’ breats. [ BULGE ] ― your muse rubs my muses’ bulge through their pants. [ WAKE UP ] ― your muse tries waking my muse up with kissing and touching. [ UNDRESS ] ― your muse slowly takes my muses’ clothes off. [ BITE ] ― your muse bites my muse. [ FACE ] ― my muse rides your muses’ face. [ BEND OVER ] ― your muse bends my muse over a table / couch / etc. [ SENSUAL ] ― our muses have slow , gentle sex. [ ROUGH ] ― our muses have rough , hard sex. [ TOUCH ] ― your muse feels my muse up. [ TOYS ] ― my muse uses a toy on your muse. [ BLINDFOLD ] ― our muses have sex while one is blindfolded. [ SPREAD ] ― your muse cuffs my muse to the bed in a spread eagle position. [ NIPPLE ] ― your muse licks my muses’ nipples. [ TICKLE ] ― my muse tickles my muse. [ SCRATCH ] ― my muse scratches their nails down your muses’ back. [ MARK ] ― your muse gives my muse a hickey. [ HAIR ] ― your muse pulls on my muses’ hair. [ MASTURBATE ] ― your muse touches themself in front of my muse. [ ICE ] ― your muse uses an ice cube on my muses’ private parts. [ STRADDLE ] ― my muse sits down in your muses’ lap. [ FOOD ] ― our muses eat food off of each others bodies. [ WAX ] ― your muse drips candle wax onto my muses’ body. [ HANDCUFF ] ― your muse handcuffes my muse. [ SOUND ] ― your muse prevents my muse from making any sounds. [ THROAT ] ― your muse chokes my muse during sex.

        There’s an easy sort of smile that he makes, laid back as he tilts his head as he places his hands on his hips. His sapphire colored irises twinkle, listening to the smaller’s quick succession of questions. Still, he arches a brow with the faintest curl of his lips.

        ❝No,❞ he starts to reply, lifting a hand to his chin in thought. ❝I am a traveler, yes and I’m not sure if you could ever get to my height.❞ Since she looks petite and small, he can’t begin to guess whether or not she would reach his height, when he’s well-aware he’s already extremely tall. ❝Ah, I’m not sure about your father and whether or not he is tall like me since I’ve never met him.❞

        He regards the girl with a small smile. ❝It seems like you have a lot of questions to ask me: do you have more?❞ To color him amused, he is very.

@yiqiannian​

     “Oh, you’re so tall! Are you from Japan? Or did you come from somewhere else? Do you think I can be as tall as you someday? I bet my dad is tall like you!”

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        A B-Rank Gate, huh? Not that Jinwoo minds too much, but it’s a little weird that he gets invited to one, or hell, is allowed to join at all. Still, not that he’s going to complain overmuch since he needs the money and the EXP. Granted, the fact that even he, at an E-Rank, gets invited to something as more difficult as a B-Gate. He just finished that C-Gate with the Lizards so the extra dough would honestly help in the long run. ( He guesses that they’re only willing because they have too many people and they don’t mind a bag carrier to join the group. )

        They must be thinking this is going to be an easy run if it’s a B-Gate and they’re allowing an E-Rank to join.

        Once more, as he looks up at the gate, he finds that he’s even less intimidated by the gate than the last time. In fact, he could almost say he’s excited, but the fact remains that he’s still officially registered as an E-Rank. With the news of his last Gate clear with just Jinho, Jinwoo is not quite ready to make any sort of name for himself quite yet. He needs more EXP, more clears, more strength before he’s ready to ever try and get himself re-evaluated.

        He turns his head at a greeting from a stranger he’s never seen before, but he can immediately tell that this person is strong. Perhaps, not in the way that Jinwoo is able to tell the others is strong in the way of his mana and the scent that comes from him, but definitely strong enough that he knows he’s in the presence of a person who’s an S-Rank. Where he ranks even among the other S-Ranks, he can’t tell since he’s never met anyone, but it’s enough that Jinwoo can feel his palms slick with sweat in awareness. Compared to him, it’s a reminder that Jinwoo still has a long way to go before he could ever consider himself strong.

        His friendly demeanor, however, makes it easy for Jinwoo to slowly relax despite the wariness he feels. A foreigner? Based on how he looks, he’s definitely not from around here and he looks just as out of place as he feels. Still, he arches his brow in question.

        ❝Yeah, I am.❞ Jinwoo nods. ❝I don’t think I’ve seen you before—are you a new Hunter?❞ In the area, especially. He’s certain he would’ve seen a foreigner as a Hunter in the Hunters’ news network, but there’s no word on him. And stranger still is that he’s not associated with any of the Guilds, which makes it weird with how powerful he is.

        Voices around them gather, but he hasn’t paid them any mind. Normally, most hunters are assured comfort and safety whenever he joins a raid. It gives them the unofficial guarantee that this raid will go successfully. If someone who’s as weak as he is joins and manages to survive, that means the Gate isn’t as difficult as it ought to be. Which, whether fortunate or unfortunate, also means the survivability of the raid is extremely high.

Surprise starter because I’m still emotional | @yiqiannian​ [Chrom & Jinwoo]

It has been a years since Chrom made his way to this world, to Korea to be exact. He can’t say he fully assimilated into the country but he is getting by. At least now he knows there are Hunters and Monsters, and he should help with the latter while he is in this world.

Even if he was not officially a Hunter–he couldn’t be one, for various reasons, but he was given the chance to accompany Hunters on low ranked Gates (with association watchful eye), despite his strength and skills. He had no complaints. In his situation, he is glad he was spared with how weird his grand entrance was. 

Today, he is joining a B-rank group of Hunters attempting to raid a B rank Gate. The association did its best to cover up for him and his identity and how he came. It would cause a lot of uproar if more people were to find out about him. He got a classic background, dead parents and a lone child of a normal family in Korea who was abroad for a while–explains the heavily BAD ACCENT and somewhat foreign features. 

That aside, he was not the center of attention today, it was a guy who everyone kept calling the weakest, and other uncolorful terms. Of the corner of his eyes, he spotted a small in stature young man. Such a child going to raid too? Well, back home ..he can’t say that would not have happened. War is …just war, what else can he say?

He heard the other hunters’ chat get higher and more directed towards that young man. Ah… is that him? It’s unfair. He is doing his best for sure, otherwise, who would risk going to a dangerous place like the inside of the gate?

“Hey,” he walked towards him, a wave of his hand–as friendly as he can be, to not alarm him. “You’re a hunter too? I’m Chrom, nice to meet you … ?”