#kisumshi

[3katanas]

@kisumshi plotted starter

Heat beat down upon him as he half hung, half slumped against the main beam to which he was tied. Arms raised to either side and securely bound in place. The assholes had used far more rope than was necessary, even for him, to ensure that no escape was possible. So naturally, he'd taken a nap.

The needed sleep was welcome as he bided his time for what was in store. Though why warlocks would even want him in the first place was beyond him. There was the possibility it was for his blood, the rumors that he was descended from the Tiger-men had spread far and wide by now. A fact that even he wasn't entirely sure if it was truth or rumor.

He'd noticed even as a young boy that he was stronger and faster then most. Yet he'd also trained his body daily. The routines he'd put himself through to follow his one dream and purpose in life caused an almost sadistic level of personal expectation to be placed upon his shoulders. Leading him to excel in the art of the sword at an unprecedented level according to his Sensei. The man going so far as to claim that he'd been born for the sword.

It was the sound of screams that woke him from his nap. Eyes slowly cracking open and rising from the sandy dirt beneath his heels to the entrance to the courtyard. A flash of blue and white catching his attention before it flicked up towards the windows of the tower above, noting the smoke beginning to rise from them before returning to the female that was now approaching him.

Even if he hadn't seen her in passing earlier that day she'd have caught his attention. Pale, sunkissed skin and white hair were as uncommon as the three small dragons now adorning her shoulders and hands.

#kisumshi #map of the seas (game of thrones) #discovered islands (game of thrones | mother of dragons) #of course that will make you a target (starter)

[deathfavor]

@kisumshi said: smashes into Hanma's camping tent in the middle of the night "Guess who motherfucker?" draken...it's draken

One minute, Hanma is sleeping somewhat decently. ( Really, this whole camping thing is a fucking NIGHTMARE if you asked him. Tents weren't exactly made for someone as tall as Hanma. It'd taken ages to get a decent position and longer still to fall asleep. And now this bullshit.

But evidently the change in scenery has him alert. Because unlike in his hideouts or Draken's room where he might stay fast asleep till he's forced awake, or be groggy even when he wakes on his own, he's wide awake in a moment. He shrinks away to avoid potentially being stepped on. But his tense shoulders relax as soon as he sees ( or more accurately, hears) who it is.

" If you're sneaking over for some late night fun, you're failing the sneaking part. " Hanma is oh so generous to be hushed when he speaks so no one overhears him. Even if that WOULD be funny, despite the fact most people would brush it off as Hanma being Hanma. " What the hell are you doing, Draken? " He asks, sitting upright and dragging Draken to sit his ass down. ( After a moment of flailing a hand to find him that is. ) The tent wasn't made for one tall person let alone two; the last thing he needed is them tripping over each other somehow and ending up as a tangled mess with the tent.

#kisumshi #FHJDF DRAKEN PLEASE #Hanma just ?!?!?! #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]

[soulsballad]

@kisumshi: 🌿🍒 baji and draken lmao

they're walking through the city, idly chatting while dodging christmas shoppers as they scurry around like fiends. baji hated being out and about this time of the year, it was always so busy and he hated crowded streets. luckily, he was with draken, who could pluck him out of the crowd like an arm in a claw machine if he got swooped away.

when they reach the massive decorated tree they both come to a stop somewhere off the side of it, away from the people. the two of them were meeting up with mitsuya and agreed to meet in this general area. when draken was around it didn't really matter about having a distinctive meeting destination, baji was sure you could spot that giant from space either way. or, at the very least, people would spot the tall blond with the dragon tattoo slapped on the side of his head.

keen brown hues flicker over the crowd as he awaits draken's answer to a question he just asked, and when five seconds turn into thirty he finally turns to see what was taking so long. when he does he sees the taller males gaze inclined ever so slightly, causing baji to crane his head back and peer up, following the vice-leaders gaze. thin brows furrow when he spots something dangling over their heads, some kind of plant or flower. it takes him a moment to realise what it is.

when draken averts his gaze down to baji, the ravenet raises his brows, casting him a look that said 'i fucking hope you might', before shoving his hands into his pockets. " i'm not fucking kissing you, dude. over my dead, decaying body. "

#BAJI KEISUKE. / answered #BAJI KEISUKE. / v. tokyo revengers ( canon; past ) #kisumshi #kisumshi: ryuguji ken #he said i hope the fuck you do

[ofsavior]

"I thought we already were partners in crime!" from draken, oblivious

A sharp inhale, and Takashi sighs so stiffly his shoulders fall. He smiles all the same. The wry sort of half-smile someone wears to coat their disappointment. There’s humor to it though, and he snickers before shaking his head.

“ We’re delinquents, not criminals. ” He declares, setting a hand to Draken’s shoulder.

The twin dragons; fates are as intertwined as night and day. Seems cliché, but Takashi’s grown to wear the title with pride and clings to it with a devotion that only the term partners really fits.

Retreating his hand, Takashi cants his head to Draken. “ You’d be way too honest — ” and unspoken way too dense, “ to be a criminal, Draken. ”

@kisumshi

#kisumshi #( c. Takashi )

[kyukicho]

@kisumshi asked: “Nobody fucks me like me.” waka to take

Was that... a hint? A thrown stone? Wakasa was hard enough to understand sometimes sober let alone when he was drunk as shit. Takeomi sighed and opened the apartment door. Helping his companion inside.

It took a little work but he eventually got Waka over to the couch and helped lay him down. Sitting down beside him so that the drunk idiot could curl up in his lap.

"Should I leave you... and you alone?" He questioned, hoping that he instead had completely misunderstood what the hell Waka was talking about. "Or am I allowed to at least watch?"

#wtf waka #kdsjfhgsdfg #kisumshi #( & ) Takeomi ( ic ) #TakeWaka tbt

[daringtosing]

I don't know when I don't know how But I know something's starting right now! Watch and you'll see Someday I'll be PART OF @kisumshi's W O R L D !

How bizarre!

A human swimming in the ocean? Wasn't that what boats, and ships were for? Now she'd come to understand that humans could indeed swim, but wasn't that for those bodies of water on land? Oh, now... what did they call them? Ariel couldn't quite remember. She'd learned about it from her humanologist friend.

Oh, how she dreamed of such a career.

Ariel was very much aware that it was strictly forbidden to interact with a human. But that wasn't fair at all, and she was swimming on the surface as well... the day was just to beautiful! Those amazing things called clouds, and the warmth of the spring's sunshine. To her, that was better than taking a nap in her garden.

What her father didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Hello there!"

She wasn't sure how he'd react to what she was. She wasn't even sure he'd immediately know, as the entirety of her tail was under the surface. But now was the time to take that plunge, so to speak. The time to finally talk to a real human!

"Isn't it a beautiful day? Oh, won't you swim with me?"

#v; song of the sea #kisumshi

[mymanymerrymuses]

@kisumshi liked for a lyric starter! (Fair warning I shuffled a playlist to get a song to use)

"I know you're fine, but what do I do?"

#kisumshi #I only have three icons for him but he's pretty so you get to see him XD #just dames being awkward #goth dad (damien) #as he do XD #song is: Fallout by Marianas Trench

[ofluminance-a]

“ why me? out of everyone you could’ve chose.  ” aizawa to emi

a green eyebrow lifts and emi has to snort to suppress the urge she has to giggle. " are you really asking me this? " she shakes her head with a laugh and leans back in her seat, arms crossing her chest.

she could play this two ways: one, she could hit shouta with the truth & probably knock him on his ass with it. or two, she could play coy and laugh it off. chalking it up to nothing but attraction and playing hard to get, but it was so much more than that, wasn't it?

eyes sliding towards shouta once again, emi takes a breath. " you're acting as if i ever had anyone else ever interested in me. you do know that i really haven't, right? " locking eyes again with him, emi shifts in her seat. " in school, sure i flirted with you and yeah we worked at the same internship and then worked as sidekicks at the same agency, but -- you never treated me any differently for just.. me, being.. me. i've been lead on, stood up, and if there was ever something with anyone else.. it never lasted.. but.. with you? it's always been.. different. "

the hand across her chest, moves to hold her arm. suddenly it's easier to hold herself than it is on to any hope that this conversation was ending anytime soon. rarely did she open up like this. " i've never had a friendship like the one we share, sho. sometimes people just see: miss joke and not emi beneath the title. honestly, that's really just about what everyone sees. i'm .. not a popular hero, by any means. i've got a shit ranking, i work at a school across the country for crying out loud, and i patrol more farmland than i do streets. some days i feel more like a comedy act than a pro hero. if it wasn't for my kids, and the school i-- " with a sigh, emi shakes her head before she says anything more she doesn't want too or need to out of aggravation.

" what i'm trying to say is: i guess, no matter how much time had passed between us; days, months or even years, i always appreciated that you always accepted who i was and respected me for who i am. you never treated me differently and waned to have conversations with me rather than laugh at one of my jokes. "

" there never was anyone else for me to choose, sho. it's always been you, "

#⋆ ― ✧ m: emi fukukado #⋆ ― ✧ miss joke. / emi fukukado. #⋆ ― ✧ way up. way up. way up to the moon! / answered ask. #kisumshi #:))))))) #s: eraserjoke

[iuaraes]

      The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.

      ( @kisumshi )'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ━ ❛ You must hate me… ❜ neji again

      The heiress couldn’t help but to laugh at his words, a soft twinkling sound; clear like the trickling of a spring, or the gentle chirps of early morning birds. Not a sound made to embarrass, but a sound of disbelief. If there was one thing she did not know how to do was to hate Neji. She had never hated him, wouldn’t ever be able to. 

      ❛  I don’t hate you,  ❜ she smiled, turning her head slightly, looking at him now face to face. ❛  In fact, I think it is quite the opposite, Neji-niisan.  ❜ Hinata’s voice sweetened when she said his name, overwhelming fondness for him in ever sound of the word. 

      No matter how much Neji had hurt her in the past, physically or verbally, Hinata’s heart would always adore him. She had been raised to not only entrust her life to him, but to aspire to be everything he was. How could she hate him?

      ❛  I think I actually kind of love you.  ❜

#𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 . › words like silver moonlight . ic #kisumshi

[3katanas]

@kisumshi asked: i thought you liked keeping things at arm's length. - D from: “WE CONSTANTLY FLIRT EVERY TIME WE MEET BUT IT’S NEVER GONE ANYWHERE” PROMPTS

He blinked. The only sign of his surprise at her words as his gaze dropped down to his offered hand and then back to her, realizing in that moment that it was in fact the first time he'd ever done so. Usually, it was Ser Jorah or that new guy that used to serve her father...he couldn't remember his name at the moment, that offered her a hand. Something he hadn't realized until now he was standing before her, waiting for her to take his outstretched offer of contact to help pull her up the rocky path.

Yet it was the way she said the words that caused him more surprise than anything. As if there was a hidden meaning behind them alluding to the tension even he wasn't dumb enough to miss between them. A tension he'd never acted upon because she'd never given him a signal to. Well aware that she could choose whomever she wished to for however long she desired. A role that Daario now seemed more than willing to fill from the various flirtatious or downright forward comments he'd made toward their Queen.

Watching her gaze carefully he adjusted his stance, shifting closer to her, arm and hand still extended as he said softly. "I'm reaching out now for you, aren't I?"

#kisumshi #map of the seas (game of thrones) #discovered islands (game of thrones | mother of dragons) #bounty claimed (answered)

[deathfavor]

@kisumshi said: ❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜ dorahan ofc

soft & sweet sentence starters

Hanma hadn't been able to stop the defensive sounding what? from leaving his lips when he saw Draken staring at him. Not that Hanma cared about being stared at. He didn't, and certainly not by Draken. But people didn't look at Hanma like that. It's hard for Hanma to name exactly what that look was despite the fact he knows that he knows the word for it. He knows how Draken looks at him for some things, and the hair down like he wears now usually provokes a few, but it's not any of the regular looks he's used to getting. It's disarming and he doesn't quite know what to do about it.

" No- I mean yes. Wait." It's not often that reaper stumbles over his words even when drunk let alone when he's completely sober. " Shut up. " He gets out defensively before Draken can laugh at him. " You are allowed. " He grumbles, finally getting his point out clearly with that remark.

Like he cares. The realization of what that look was like comes to Hanma when he turns his gaze away to avoided Draken's stare. He's happy to look at the frost covered trees or warm glow of the street lights - basically anything else while the realization settles like led. Draken had looked at him like he cared and that had rattled Hanma. People don't care about him. He's either useful, an enemy, or a fun time. It isn't about caring beyond a useful pawn. The closest to a caring look he might get are the times he offers painkillers for a hangover or shit like that.

He doesn't get caring looks unprompted. Certainly not while Hanma was just walking beside Draken after a night out and had done nothing in particular to earn that look that Draken was content or cared. Gold eyes flick to Draken from the corner of his eye and then away. It's....not the first time he supposes. He still remembers Draken had tried to offer him a hug to comfort and how he'd recoiled like someone was trying to muzzle him. Draken's softness is almost as visible as the man himself when he's not in a brawl. Hanma's only comes out behind closed doors and often in the dark or early morning hours where reality and sleep blended together and became hard to distinguish. Otherwise it came in smaller gestures that Hanma had no idea if they were understood or not - cooking despite his dislike, actually bothering to answer texts, lowering his guard somewhere that wasn't his own space.

It really isn't something Hanma has ever put much thought towards before. Now he does and he isn't quite sure what to do with it. What the hell does Draken even think about this? Whatever they're doing? Hanma? He's never asked. He doesn't plan to either. But there's an oddly unpleasant sensation at the thought that - well, he's not quite sure himself what the thought is or why it's there. That he's hot and cold towards Draken? Something like that, when it's not really true. Life has already severed one of the few bonds Hanma did have.

Hanma's feet slow, and he watches Draken stride ahead a few steps before realizing something is wrong and come closer. It makes one step easier for Hanma. His hands lift to catch Draken's face before he bends down a fraction to press a kiss to his lips. It's not the first time - he's kissed him at isolated spots, or in the heat of the club. But there's no teeth that show his hunger or violence. No force that demands an equal response, no seeking or provoking or urging. Just warmth where their lips meet, soft in the way Hanma usually gives before sleep settles in. This time though its in the full hours of the evening while people brush past, paying little mind to the two of them figures on the side of the sidewalk. It's slower and unhurried, seeking nothing. He pulls back after a few moments with a small grin, hands still remaining on his cheeks.

" What, am i not allowed to kiss you now? " Hanma asks playfully, mimicking Draken's question despite the fact his voice has dropped in tone to something closer to his actual voice. His hands fall away from Draken and he offers up no explanation. ( He's not sure he'd have one even if asked. ) " So, are we wandering or did you have a destination in mind? " Hanma asks, as if he hadn't done anything out of character just now.

#kisumshi #hands you this #bet you and draken weren't expecting this #surprise <3 here you are #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]

[fightaers]

❛⠀ah, aizawa-kun ! ❜ he's surprised. as far as he's concerned, it is new years tonight, and aizawa-kun had been convinced by yamada-kun for a night of, as per yamada-kun's wise words, kickin' it and celebratin' !!! they'd kindly invited him along, of course, though yagi had to nervously decline. the growing coldness lately has not been so kind to his ailing muscles. of course, some days, it is better. he is trying to keep this fragile thing he calls his body healthy and living, after all — a promise he's made to young midoriya — but today ... today, the comfort of the UA dorm is a relief.

and so, yagi had agreed to look after young eri in aizawa-kun's stead. she'd fallen asleep quickly after witnessing the bouts of firework when the clock strikes midnight, and now, yagi nurses a beer he knows he would not finish. that is, until aizawa-kun returns — way earlier than expected !

❛⠀have you forgotten something, my friend ? ❜

@kisumshi ♡ starter call !

#kisumshi #kisumshi: aizawa. #ok..... im setting this on new years bc i can kjsdhfjshf #but pls let me know if theres smth else u prefer to explore!! #toshinori. #toshinori; interactions.

[ofsavior]

top ten anime betrayals. || @kisumshi ft. @deathfavor

let hanma keep the kitty chifuyu!

“ HELL NO! ”

#kisumshi #( c. Chifuyu )

[kyukicho]

@kisumshi asked: ❣ emi

❣ = 3 pros/3 cons of dating

Pros:

Fun loving.

Green flag.

Not afraid of commitment.

Cons:

A little obsessive about her partner.

Bad dad jokes are common, puns too.

Terrible with boundaries.

#kisumshi #( & ) Headcanons ( Emi )

[hosticaaa]

@kisumshi 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; “  i really wish you hadn’t said that...  ” nat to dabi

Ah,  shit.  He  only  has  one  hand,  one  hand,  to  make  it  to  the  back  of  his  neck  sheepishly  as  he  realizes  his  mistake.  ❝ Didn't  mean  it  in  a  bad  way. ❞  He  offered  with  a  bit  of  a  pout.  Of  course,  their  dad  was  always  gonna  be  a  sore  subject,  and  of  course,  Natsuo  hated  being  the  guy's  spitting  image. It  must  have  been  unpleasant  to  feel  all  the  strange,  complicated  things he  felt  about  their  father  and  to  see  his  face  looking  back  at  him  every  time  he  tried  to  look  at  himself.  

Though  he  got  it,  the  same  thing  couldn't  have  really  been  said  about  Toya,  but  he  guessed  he  understood  because  he  felt  a  similar  discontent  with  himself  and  the  person  he  once  saw  looking  back  at  him  every  time  he  came  face  to  face  with  his  reflection. Oppositely  to  his  brother,  he  looked  just  like  his  mother  before  his  scarring. The  woman  who  avoided  him,  who  looked  at  him  like  he  was  a  damn  stranger  all  the  time.  He'd  say  something,  and  she'd  act  like  he  grew  another  head.  It  was  always  in  one  ear  and  out  the  other  with  her.  Life  really  was  a  cruel,  fucked  up  joke  of  some  sort,  wasn't  it ? 

❝  You're  still  mad  at  him,  huh ?  Me  too,  I  guess. ❞  With  that,  his  hand  fell  on  the  thin  blanket  that  covered  his  lap,  and  so  did  his  eyes.  A  difficult  situation.  In  one  way,  he's  glad  his  family  has  come  together;  he's  glad  his  dad  really  seemed  like  he  wanted  to  change   ━  but  it  was  a  feeling  so  bitter-sweet and  sometimes  the  notes  of  venom  from  their  past  were  all  he  could  taste. 

#kisumshi #⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ⚘ 🥀 ━◞ 𝒯𝒶𝑔 ↝ In Character ⊱ #⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ⚘ 🥀 ━◞ ℳ𝓊𝓈𝑒 ↝ Dabi ⊱ #⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ⚘ 🥀 ━◞ 𝒱𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 ↝ Trial of Prometheus : Future AU ⊱ #⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ⚘ 🥀 ━◞ ℱ𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂 ↝ My Hero Academia ⊱ #gives u bros talking as bros again

[mymanymerrymuses]

@kisumshi liked for a silly Kagari starter!

"Take one more step towards those pastries and I will hurt you." Be warned, Aki, Kagari is practicing his baking skills before Valentine's day, and he's armed with a spoon. No stealing allowed.

#it's been too long since we had dumb brother time for them so I went with Aki XD #kisumshi #guard dog extraordinaire (kagari)