#guhamun

[dnangelic]

@guhamun : perci vc: this meal isn't going to eat itself daisuke -seems more feast than meal---

' it's too much work ... ' it's tiring , he's bored , not to mention --- this is way too much food . ' can't i just make do with some snacks instead ? '

#guhamun #reply. #(SURROUNDED BY FOOD) LANCER CAN I JUST GET A SMOOTHIE. TO GO

[pnthra]

breath of the wild. // accepting!

@guhamun : oh, you’re still here? i thought you left. [ jianyu at aster ]

"didn't i tell you it's hard to get rid of me?"

with a cheshire-smile, exposing pearly whites that seemed far-too-sharp for a normal, human man, astraeus popped his head up. he had tracked this man for miles after discovering he was part of the key hunting party of a shadowy leviathan lurking in the ancient woods nearby, and while he was not part of their group, he had tagged along even after initial rejection.

usually, he would have gone on ahead and acted alone, as this was a mission given by phorus, but...

"c'mon, what's one more helping hand?"

rolling onto his stomach, he kicked his feet up in the air as one arm lolled off the side of the lounge he had claimed. he had caught whiff of that the mercs were staying in this particular inn thanks to the village's closeness to their final target, and made himself a semi-permanent fixture. honestly, he was surprised they hadn't tried to find lodging elsewhere, but this was the perfect spot.

"what's with the hesitance?"

#guhamun #astraeus ic * #( aster vc: cmonn im just a lil guyy dont u want this lil guy to helpp cmonnn )

[voidfragments]

@guhamun (for nagayoshi!) | starter call

chaldea is, perhaps by its very nature, a chaotic place at the best of times. it's something ritsuka's grown accustomed to over the years--if anything, she finds it quite comforting, growing uneasy if things stay calm and quiet for too long--but even so, a brief respite from it once in a while isn't so bad.

most masters, she thinks, would look at her like she'd grown a second head if they knew she'd gone to a berserker for a peaceful break. but, taking a sip of freshly-brewed tea, she knows this was a great choice.

with a smile and a satisfied noise, she says, "man, you've still got the best taste in tea! what is this one? it's great!"

#ritsuka fujimaru; ic #guhamun #i hope this works!! #i wuv nagayoshi

[darabeatha]

/ Always here to serve customer service, you are welcome ✨✨✨

#;ooc #ooc #guhamun #phantoania #putting my s.luttiest soldiers on the field as one does

[himedachi]

❝Oi, Mego.❞ Masamune made sure to approach when she was wholly alone. Primarily because he wasn't fond of having an audience in moments like this, but it was also because he wanted to catch her expression when no one else was present save for himself. ❝Did you think I’d forget about this being a special day for you?❞ No matter how busy he might be, never would he ever forget this. Despite how nonchalant he appeared, for whatever reason, he always wound up feeling anxious when it came to moments like this one. With others? Not so much. Just Megohime in general. Awkwardly, almost, he held out a carefully folded piece of parchment – a poem that he had written specifically for her. ❝Thought you might like this.❞

A birthday was indeed a busy day for the princess. Visitors came and went to send their best wishes && drop some presents for her to enjoy for herself. Some presented a neatly wrapped sweets, some offered a bottle of finely distilled alcoholic drinks with a pair of cups (seemingly meant to be a drink for two), while some sent out various trinkets, accessories && articles of clothing. Among the many fine gifts that she received for the day, there was specifically one from her husband that she had yet to even see until this evening. As her last visitor made their leave, Mego was left alone in her room to rearrange her gifts — until the shoji of her chambers was slid open to reveal the presence of the One-Eyed Dragon on her front door.

“Oh, Masamune-sama.” What a timing! She immediately made a halt of whatever she was doing at the moment to shift her attention towards him, who was seemingly prepared to… make a statement for himself, in his usual nonchalant manner. “Mm? Well, you did say happy birthday to me though,” she responded; remembering that he did at least gave her his well wishes for her birthday this morning. The penultimate gift from her husband, however, still remained a mystery to this moment. A mystery that would eventually be revealed, as his usual poised air somehow turned a little awkward for a moment when he revealed a folded ornate parchment paper of highest quality && handed it towards her. It was meant to be the gift she would receive for her birthday, she assumed.

A poetry? she monologued the question to herself. “Let’s see…” Carefully, the parchment was slowly unfolded to reveal a rather sizable number of characters written down in a (characteristically recognizable) neat handwriting. Judging by its meticulously crafted sentences, it was quite apparent that he had poured many of his time && thoughts into this poem. Megohime attentively read && analyzed his craft, absorbed the meaning of each verse, had her attention caught into some very recognizable && eye-catching stanzas—

“………….!!!”

Face turned as scarlet as a ripe apple from surprised embarrassment as warmth rose up ‘pon her pale cheeks, one palm moved to shield the lower half of her flushed visage.  Suffice to say, Megohime was left absolutely speechless && flustered with how masterful the One-Eyed Dragon now with his words. Judging from that puffed-up, triumphant look on his face, it was made obvious that her reaction went just as how he had expected. How absolutely uncool of her for falling into his sweet little trap like this!

“A-ahem!” A faux throat-clearing was released to clear this rather…embarrassing atmosphere. Her cheeks were still warm && clearly tinted with a mild rosy blush, however. “This is… actually very well done, Masamune-sama…” Despite of her reactions, she still could at least offer her genuine praise. “From this poem, I see that you’ve been reading a lot of Chang Hen Ge and other works of Haku Rakuten... and thoroughly incorporated it in your unique writing. Well, that is very thoughtful of you.” By that, she clearly meant that he understood her tastes inside out. Though describing her beauty with the 沉魚落雁，閉月羞花 idiom was a little too much yet managed to lift up her own confidence to fly over the moon, she couldn’t deny that.

“…Thank you.” To him, she offered her most genuine smile of gratitude whilst returning the parchment paper into its folded state. “I shall keep this as a gift to remember you by.” Into the little paulownia box of secrets && mementos of hers that it shall went later.

“Anyway, shouldn’t we raise our glasses together to celebrate?” Megohime lifted one of her presents that was simply laying on the floor, which was basically a bottle of the highest-quality rice wine — complimented by two matching cups. “Hey, it’s my birthday party today! And for that, I get my own birthday girl privileges to do whatever I want with you…”

“…You see?”

@guhamun

#guhamun #▶┊ sealed & signed & delivered. ( answered ) #❤︎₊ ⊹┊ megohime. ( ic text ) #live mego reaction: hmm... hmm. hmm? HMM... HMM!!! AAAAHHH- #HE REALLY WENT LIKE 'boi i need to catch my wife alone in 4k looking like this' AHSDGFDHDGFJFHFKD MASAMUNE YOU RASCAL >:((( #if cameras were a thing in sengoku period he'd really take a video to see the mego live reaction (nod nod) #anyway thank you for sending this! it got so long but i had fun writing this down~ #i'm just gonna lay down and scream back @ u later AAAAAA

[carnivoraformes]

@guhamun liked for a starter for one of my adepti muses! I picked Zhongli for Neuvillette || Status: Accepting

Fontaine was a beauty. He had not been in this beautiful land in centuries. He didn't recognize it from the days of old when he had last seen it but he wasn't surprised to see that Fontaine was every bit as beautiful and developed as he expected.

It was a pity he hadn't really intended to come of his own volition and it was more so at Hu Tao's unusual request to come with her. He didn't dare ask if her intentions were not revolving around offering random strangers their services or if she had simply wanted a traveling companion.

She had behaved better than he expected... well until she disappeared just before a rain shower began and despite the fact many residents seemed to clear out Hu Tao was still no where to be found and he was alone except for one other person.

The other was dressed well, even by the standards of citizens of Fontaine. It tripped alarm bells in his head as he nodded his head and greeted, "good afternoon. My apologies but have you happened to see a small woman, dark haired in pig tails wearing Liyue attire?"

#guhamun #v; hymn for the fallen (main verse) //

[caemthe]

The first thing he noticed upon arriving at his friend's apartment was the amount of empty and half-empty bottles all over the place. He didn't comment on it and tried to not let his expression change but the sudden awkward silence was there for a few seconds. "You should go take a nap or something, those dark circles don't suit you." Meanwhile, Cú entertained himself by cleaning as much as he could. He was quite fast at it as well, who would've guessed? New skills he never imagined he would've acquired a couple years ago, but, oh well...

"I helped myself to your kitchen. You should be more careful with your groceries. Some of them were about to go bad and real food isn't cheap," Cú scolded the other even though he didn't look intimidating or serious enough while wearing a silly apron. That aside, he was glad that the texture, the humidity, and the cooking time of real ingredients weren't much different than fake ones. Cooking is another skill he never expected to learn yet here he was: a self-sufficient adult or something like that. "Don't worry, it's edible, already tried it myself." It was delicious actually.

"Ah, before we go, can you borrow me your laptop for a second? I would prefer to download part of my memory card here instead of having your not-a-vampire boss deep-diving into my brain." It didn't take more than 15 minutes. Opening the various keys of Militech's security system was easy for him. And the punk even was polite enough to leave it all in a file named MILITECH.

But as much as Cú tried to keep things lighthearted and jovial as they used to be when they were in school... it wasn't the same, it felt fake. Fake... that wasn't a word he ever expected to use to describe his relationship with Nagayoshi. Funny how life can turn out in the end, right? His ruby-like gaze had been staring at nothingness through the window. He felt no nostalgia or attachment to the many buildings the car passed by, to this side of the city built on blood money.

"Hey, Nagayoshi, is this what you really want?" Cú asked, not really expecting an answer, not a real answer at least. No one really wanted to hear or speak the truth in Night City. No one really cared for the actual hopes and dreams of others. Except him. He would've liked to hear what Nagayoshi truly wished for as it mattered... had mattered to him.

"Don't touch me. I said I would cooperate so stay away from me." The punk took a step to the side when the guards approached him, annoyance evident on his features. He stuck by Nagayoshi's side but that close to the man either. The detectors rang once he passed by them and, while grumbling, the punk threw in a tray the gun and the few blades he always kept on his person. Tch. Those weren't cheap nor easy to come across in the black market, you know?

They weren't meeting Nobunaga in their office, which wasn't surprising. But they weren't going to some underground facility either, which was somewhat reassuring. And there they were... oddly eerie for someone who definitely was more human than machine, intimidating with just one glance, terrifying but not because of the position they had. Nobunaga. The last time he had seen them had been during Ranmaru's graduation ceremony. They had a different 'vessel' back then, but that offputting atmosphere that followed the CEO was the same. He had never liked them.

It's a 15-meter distance.

He once heard his uncle mock Tsunami's executives for thinking themselves superior for not relying on cyberware, that they thought that one to be a harmless pup if they take away one's toys. That couldn't be further away from the truth. He hated to agree on anything with the old man.

It takes less than a heartbeat to activate his modified sandevistan, less than the blink of an eye to enter the CEO's personal space, and less than the moving and refocusing of the security cameras for Cú to put his hands on both sides of the CEO's head and crush their skull. The entire scene will occupy a few frames in the security cameras at most as one second he was standing next to Nagayoshi. And, the next, he was splattered with blood, the headless corpse of the CEO still standing.

The alarms only started to go off once he returned to Nagayoshi's side.

"I would start running if I were you, I planted evidence of the planning of this stunt in your apartment." He activated his sandevistan again and he was out of the corpo's reach. He knew he hadn't actually killed the 'real' Nobunaga and that this was at most an annoyance and delay in their plans. But that wasn't why he went ahead and pulled such a risky stunt. After all, even if it could be proved that Nagayoshi wasn't actually trying to kill the CEO and was in fact set up… wasn’t it worse to be so naive to trust a punk like him? A shame he can't stay to see how Nagayoshi tries to explain this mistake to the person who doesn't allow any.

Cú Chulainn would never betray a friend, but Nagayoshi had already proven that he wasn’t his friend. Nagayoshi was a corpo (ex-corpo?) and, like any other punk, he wanted nothing more than to fuck over these pests. So...

"Nothing personal, big guy."

@guhamun

#guhamun #cu. ° ( lancer. ) #au. º ( realta. ) #/ i was going to send an ask but then i wrote more than intended so puts it here

[whirling-fangs]

"I hope you have been training hard! Though also remember to take breaks here and there as well!" Kyojuro felt he needed to put an emphasis on this much, considering.

"GOOGLY EYES!" It was more of a surprised exclamation than a true greeting. Inosuke didn't feel that man approach him.

His hair stood on end for a few seconds, until the boar managed to get his heartrate in check. That man... he could move without making the air tremble at all! Hashiras were scary!

"Hah! Of course I've been training hard! I'm stronger than I've ever been!" Inosuke claimed, chest puffed out in great pride. He certainly hoped that Rengoku could see the excellent shape his body was in – no traces of recent wounds, no tiredness, hardly any soreness from his relentless training.

"I don't wanna take breaks! They're a waste of time! The sun's up already, so I can go back to training! You should watch me! No, better, you should train with me! Then you'll see just how close I am to matching your strength!!"

#guhamun #[[big broooooo ♥♥ #i love he!!!! #tysm for sending ^^]]

[dnangelic]

@guhamun : neuvi vc: one should always know their limits

' ahaha , my mom always tells me that too ... like when i come home and --- ' err . wait a second . what was he just about to say ?! that his mom always told him to stay light and never over-burden himself so that he'd never get caught in any traps ?!

' ... hiking ! she tells me a lot when we go hiking not to over-do it ! but food is different sometimes , right ?! especially when fontaine's cooking is so good --- ! h-h-have you never overindulged in anything before , mister neuvillette ?! '

#guhamun #reply. #AAAA!

[chiniyotta]

        Thank god that’s not him-

#;dash comment #dash comment #/this blog is ded but IM LAUGHING AT DASH #bigdhashira #guhamun #/i think that if someone asked g.iyuu why he doesnt smile; he wouldnt know what to say; he would lit just stand there #/i hated that question when i was little GOD

[pnthra]

an excuse to throw plots at u // accepting !

@guhamun sent : ⭐ !!!!

im goin off of ur mains bcuz if i try to do plots for EVERYBODY u got + everybody i got i might die. (i could probably do it over time, but i want these to be quick... we'll see if i come back 2 this with my mind changed lol.)

aphelion + jianyu: i hear ya boy likes people who are marshmallow soft but can pop watermelons with their thighs, well do i have the guy for you sir!! i think aphie would resonate with him due to being heirs to fathers with high expectations--though his father's high expectations resulted in his near-death (and actual death in some verses). as a means of connection... in most of my verses, aphelion has either had his life saved by the ruling pantheon in exchange for his servitude to them, or is in hiding after nearly dying to his father. maybe jianyu could bump into him on one of his merc missions? someone enlists his band of fellows for aid when hearing word of a suspicious beast lurking in the neighboring forest--a beast that is actually one very sad giant celestial leopard? 🤔

aster + jianyu: aster will annoy the shit out of this man i know it in my heart of hearts but i can see them in fantasy land joining together on a mission. the weird and obnoxious but undoubtedly mysterious astraeus pops up offering his aid hunting down a specific beast, though he doesn't offer much info on how he knows so much about said beast and what he has specifically going on with this monster. wacky hijinks ensue with a journey of murder.

phorus + jianyu: once again phorus, the hardest dude to get around ppl... phorus only ever employs those of his own clan or of branching clans who have sworn fealty to him, but perhaps he ends up needing the talents of someone outside of the family to avoid tracing it back to him. he has a fat wallet and could comfortably line jianyu's pockets with any mission he offered. but usually his contracts are until death sooo.

okay while writing this i realized i don't have any kind of genshin thoughts for these three AND im not caught up to fontaine so uhhh let me brainstorm and get back to u on neuvi. i love that old man but idk why any of these three would be fucking around with mr. hydro dragon. only possible thought is that my rough draft verse for aster made it that the caelestis clan were also one of the og gods of teyvat and want to fuck up celestia. hey neuvi u wanna go beat up god with us????

#guhamun #💫 out of character. » || #ill probs make and @ u in a new post for neuvi... #i gotta think on that one #phorus would likely be involved in politics but idk if he'd be in fontaine #i need to think of how he and his fam would translate to genshin

[myjustice]

[ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie (from neuvi)

oh! why, why, why. why, why, why-!

why the hell did she say the opera epiclese for?! she could have told him any other location than the one location she knew he made common visits to if only to do a check up of the place. she could have said she had a surprise interview she said yes to the steambird or that she was going to do a meet & greet with her fans or that she decided to take a round around the court of fontaine, but no! no, she had to say that she was rehearsing for some play that had yet to be properly accepted as a performance in the opera house because guess who's in the know of that entire process? neuvillette!

okay, she acknowledged that she panicked, she was merely not expecting him to ask or have noticed her absence worthy enough to question her about it. she had to do something quick, she had to think something fast. if he wasn't in this room with her she would be biting her nails at this time as she pondered & weighed out her options here, but furina was always quick on her feet. she counted her lucky stars that her back was facing him as she recomposed herself & slipped back into character. she couldn't tell neuvillette the truth, it wasn't something she could afford, & it was a truth that weighed heavy on her shoulders every day that was the truth, but she made a promise & the lives of so many were hanging in the balance & if she got caught then they would ... then they would ...

' you truly never disappoint, my dear iudex! ' she suddenly blurted out like a woman who swelled with pride. she turned to face him properly, chin held high, with a smile so proud & satisfied like she was expecting him to question her in the first place. ' i was merely testing you, of course! ' she held her arms out like the experienced leading lady that she was, putting on her show. ' i just wanted to make sure & verify, verifying is very important ' she insisted lightly ' that you did go check up on the opera epiclese tis all. n-not that i had any doubt in it of course, you are a fine gentleman, but every now & then you know i just need to do my due diligence as well. ' she flipped one of her strands of long hair with a haughty huff. the truth of the matter was, furina was away longer than expected because she had met up with a couple of her agents, those she sends in secret to navigate & study the rising waters around fontaine & with them she brainstormed just what it was that they could possibly do to combat them & if they were plausible & sound ones furina would bring it up to neuvillette in her ... peculiar manner of bringing things up as the hydro archon.

all of this ... all of this ridiculousness fodder & filler were things she could shave off if she could simply be honest with him. perhaps then the strides towards saving fontaine wouldn't be so ... mediocre to furina. ' very good, my dear iudex, very good. you pass! ' she forced a cheer & smile.

meme. / @guhamun

#guhamun #&. chapter. ( focalors! your archon! ) #oh lord lkfg #thank you so much for this!

[crimsontroupe]

Holds his hand out to Dia. - @guhamun

Ah. The offer was not something he would ever imagine to come from a man such as him. Diamont seems at a loss as to what to do initially, as physical gestures were not his forte. Or something he understood at all. Raising one arm, he tentatively reaches out. Long claws touches soft skin for a moment, before entwining fingers together.

Was this how it went? "You are warm." Calm sea and the impeding storm, his scales now fully visible. White-blue, glistening like gemstones. It is nice. Dia does not know how to feel about it. "People have commented on how I look and I act before. Has anybody ever figured out who you truly are?"

#guhamun #cute guys holding hands. silly guys holding hands. they deserve it #thousand shard soul ; diamont #weeee #what if we were dragons and we held hands and we were both gay

[nvrcmplt]

He loves it. The frustration of smacking iron together, the heat of the furnace, the burn of the air in his lungs - the sweat on his brow and the power in his body. The roar of the mountain sounds off with each swing of his hammer - watching the metal ignite and flatten, watching the anvil beneath breath as if it was a dragon's core. It was a life that many couldn't fathom or understand, but they knew the moment they witnessed the back of a blacksmith - this was a place of worship for those with the talent to see beyond the heat.

Weisheng's lips remained parted, inhaling the energy of the fire and swinging his hammer in a pace that would rattle veterans of human origin to their core. The power he held in each strike was the perfect amount every time, the same in every way - colliding the flat hammer to the magma glowing steel was with a practiced ease that would unsettle even the most practiced of warriors.

More and more - did the beast swing. The clang of metals chiming at the speed of ticking clocks. Birds flutter and trees creak - energy begins to swell with the humidity of a storm coming. More and more, did the beast in the forge do his work - burning through his week's worth of alcohol, burning through his wants to lie down and laze in the green grasses and watch the clouds. Those that churn gray to black, shimmering in a light under its forming swirls. One strike, then two . . . The sparks begin to fly alarming the surroundings but it was all to Weisheng's will as his muscles bulked with his arm swinging in tandem with each lightning strike.

Imperfections beaten out of the metal, cooled down and reheated - returned to his figure to be folded and hammered into shape. More and more, did his might continue - sweat upon his brow evaporated from the heat but also the sudden dance of lightning dancing from his veins. Fanged jowls bare with ease, his eyes shimmered gold then white - sparking once more in the darkness only for a sudden change to take him completely over His stripes ignited - his hair whitened - his soul ablaze as his hammer guided the lightning from the clouds above down to the metal in his grip.

Strike after strike, the mountain rattled, and the winds danced to his tempo. Manipulating the very mountain to his skill. The beast in his core, the very being he was, stood upon cloud tops in a vague form - with its jowls apart bellowing the King's roar throughout the stars as his hammer swung for its last collision. The sparks that set the cabin a light, the surged the flames to its peak and into a white flame, the soot that blew through window and door - but most of all. The Tiger that stood over his finished commission piece - sparking with the lightning dancing over his shoulders - his hair standing and his breathing heavy. Power was wafting from him like waves of the mountains' essence.

Turning the blade in for its last cooling in the barrel of waters. He watched the finished product color well and then with the removal of the long blade. His lips part with a triumphant smirk. Hammer tossed aside, the Tiger Zodiac got to work in places the sword pieces together, hand guard, pommel, tying it completely in the traditional manner for such a blade but with it done. It stood with ease in his palm. The power of the Mountain in a Blade. He didn't know what to name it but --- he knew She would. After all, it was to be her newest weapon.

Staring upon it with fondness, his form turned, exiting his shop with a swing of his door hanging on for its life and proceeded towards stones as large as manors in his yard. The blade was unsheathed, and with the lightest of his swings, he felt the first be sliced through like butter. Nay a sound of its metal biting through until the blade hit the floor. The fracture of stone - then the utter collapse of such a thing, plus part of the mountain wall behind it. Weisheng, could only laugh as he stared upon the blade, raising its edge to the stormy clouds and releasing the pent-up energy from the world from his pores. A sigh of relief, of pride and of release. Attention moved back to the cities that he could see from his home and with little more to do now.

He returned to his cabin, tossed the sheathed blade into its completion bucket and proceeded to swipe up his gourd of booze to return it to his lips. Time to celebrate for himself!

@guhamun - Tomoe's New Sword Complete!

#« ( Weisheng ) » IC. #guhamun #━━ ｢ Drabble ｣

[darabeatha]

@guhamun replied : THIS IS CURSED CONTENT WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS

❝ Why ? Allow me to put your question into perspective. Why does one eat? sleep? 𝐵 𝑟 𝑒 𝑎 𝑡 𝘩 𝑒 ? It is only a natural reaction . ❞ A pause, and he slowly turns to face the horizon, his tone remaining as calm as usual. ❝ I had a 'tummy ache'. ❞

#guhamun #;d.umuzid #dumzy vc: now now do not restrain yourself to your own bashfulness; come forth and take the holy grail #I N C R E A S E T H Y L E V E L .

[himedachi]

[ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 ] @guhamun said:

Tomoe is 🐾 Renge

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 🐾 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞! ➔ Accepting!

“L-Lady Tomoe?”

A single finger made its way to gently tap on the tip of her nose — seemingly done to distract her attention from the phone screen in a rather playful manner. Coming from Tomoe Gozen, the very epitome of an ideal warrior princess && one of the greatest beauties of her era ( seriously, if you think she was not pretty you might as well as be blinded!! ), this came off as somewhat unexpected to her. Who knew she was quite an exuberant one beneath all those cool, majestic exterior that folktale had framed her to be?

Not going to dwell for too long in confusion, Renge cordially took the motion as an open invitation to reply with the exact same gesture. When would it be another good timing to playfully boop the one && only Tomoe Gozen on the nose?

“Heeeeh, are we going on some booping game?” a smirk made its way up to her lips in amusement — her finger made its way to gently nudge on the tip of the warrior’s nose. “It’s my turn, then! Boop!” More than once, even!

#guhamun #guhamun; tomoe gozen #♡ ┆ renge. ( ic text ) #▶┊ sealed & signed & delivered. ( answered ) #girls being girls... uwu #i love it <33 ty for sending!