arasoii:

「 ♔ 」 Howdy do, friend-os! I’m going to be moving my lovely siblings from this blog over to my multi-muse ( @cryptian ) so if you don’t already follow me there and want to interact still, that’s where you’ll find me.

arasoii:

「 ♔ 」 Howdy do, friend-os! I’m going to be moving my lovely siblings from this blog over to my multi-muse ( @cryptian ) so if you don’t already follow me there and want to interact still, that’s where you’ll find me.

arasoii:

「 ♔ 」 Howdy do, friend-os! I’m going to be moving my lovely siblings from this blog over to my multi-muse ( @cryptian ) so if you don’t already follow me there and want to interact still, that’s where you’ll find me.

「 ♔ 」 Howdy do, friend-os! I’m going to be moving my lovely siblings from this blog over to my multi-muse ( @cryptian ) so if you don’t already follow me there and want to interact still, that’s where you’ll find me.

arasoii-blog:

The icon thing for Yuki and Katsu, please.

aestuavis:

send me your url and i’ll post 3-5 icons that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours || ACCEPTING

[ @arasoii ]

( goddess. ):

  ⟨ 藤 — “ I see! “ a hum and a nod, indeed, Marzanna agreed with how it indeed was a shame - the fact that not many got to study more than two or three religions and cultures. Usually, being kind of antique, the Slavic and in general Eastern culture, specifically the Balcanic region, was always put in the corner… Though she couldn’t do much about it, it was still allaround a shame. “ Well, it’s good you’re informed. It’s… it’s nice to know, yes! “

     “ And, um… as to why I do what I do… because I FEEL LIKE IT, to put it bluntly~ “ she giggled, simply shrugging her shoulders as she shook her head softly. After all, that was the rather simplistic reason as to why she always pursued her dream of ‘meeting everyone in the world, from every century, in every era’. Marzanna loved meeting people and creating bonds with them: she liked the evolution that two humans that have absolutely nothing to do with eachother have after they speak after a minute or so. “ Nothing special, really! How abouy you, miss Ryoko? What do you do in life, hm? “ ⟩

( 亮子) Because she felt like it, hm? Ryoko couldn’t say she didn’t understand the feeling, albeit her own reasons for picking a job where she got to travel a lot were a bit different. Staying in one place for too long bothered her–the stagnation, the suffocation. New places, she felt as though she could breathe better, like she was more free to relax and not keep up her guard, even though she didn’t let it down either; on the other hand, she could hardly stand being home for a day or two at a time.

“Me? I’m a merchant. I sell things, mostly weapons, and the market I work at moves from place to place each month.” It didn’t quite sound as impressive to her as travelling just for the hell of it, but hey, they probably shared similar experiences because of it, for they surely both met many people of many different cultures. It wouldn’t be as fun to be around the same people all the time; even if Ryoko’s group of coworkers rarely changed, the customers made the difference. “I could show you if you like.”

( painter. ):

he was surprised that someone found his work enchanting enough that they would actually pay the unreasonable full price for it, especially after they had been given the more affordable and much more appreciated option. was his work that good? ah, he gave a visible shake of his head to dispel that thought and refocus himself on the situation at hand. he can give himself some sort of pat on the back later.  ❝ shipping ? hm… yeah i’m pretty sure it can be shipped. we have these really neat boxes that we ship it in and, ❞ a glance is given to the canvas,  ❝ and i’m pretty sure that fits in one - well, where to?  ❞

( 亮子 ) “Japan.” Overseas. Halfway across the world. Any of those worked fine. It wasn’t as though Ryoko had never been given the task of shipping her merchandise so far away, but not everyone was as ready and willing as she was to do such a thing; she didn’t find the process as troublesome as others may have, those more prone to being scatterbrained especially. “If it’s too far, then I could take it home now and find a different company to transport it, but I figured I’d ask just for convenience sake, you know?”

arasoii:

                                    ‘and i can say the words until i’ve said all i can say
                                but without you i’m a fraction of who i’m supposed to be.’

                                                                         [ dual-oc ]

( yuki. ):

|| 雪 || :: it wouldn’t be the first time she was being assaulted like that, nor the ninetailed ever let herself believe it would be the last either. trembles traveled through her form as fingers curled tighter to the fabric of the male’s shirt. heart was racing, thumping loudly inside her ribcage and eyes darted to the side at his inquiry of concern. the fleeting caress over her cheek caused a hint of rose to dust upon the surface, and a shake of head came gently.

           “ i’m okay… ” not wanting to cause him any more worry than she already did, the vulpine took a deep breath, steadying her own composure to drive the fright away. it was scarring fear, something she had yet to overcome. “ i… should’ve fought back.. huh? ” digits curled tighter. “ i have the power… even yours.. the weapon you made me.. why am i still scared? ”

( 勝雄 ) Well that was quite the question, wasn’t it? At first, Katsuo didn’t have the first clue how to even begin to answer it, and it felt like the only thing he could do was to move his hand to rest on top of hers, gently stroking the back of it with his thumb. It always calmed down the twins when they got upset; years ago, he’d even done the same with Ryoko, except now it seemed that despite the fact that he knew she needed comfort, he never seemed to be able to give it to her. He only made things worse, despite how much power others claimed he had.

He opened his mouth for a few moments before any words came out of it. “Having power… it doesn’t mean… you aren’t afraid of anything, Yuki. Just because you get power… doesn’t mean all your fear goes away.” A deep breath. Katsuo really wasn’t good at that sort of argument, but for her, he’d try his best if nothing else. “It’s okay that you’re scared.”

( yuki. ):

|| 雪 || :: there was a familiar aura. the ninetailed fox remembered his warmth so well even though he wasn’t close enough for her to hold. the spreading of flames indeed startle the attacker to have pulled himself away from her, finally freeing her wrist that was in his grip and before she knew it, the male had already appeared before her. for once, his back seemed all the more stronger than she remembered. a strong sense of ( protection ) had the assault stepping back, and display of power willing the very person to grit his teeth before growling under his breath, taking his leave right after.

                “ katsuo.. ” his name escaped her lips, and trembling hand found itself holding the hem of his shirt. like a child she was, the riddling fear of HUMANS had never disappeared.

( 勝雄 ) The blacksmith’s shoulders slumped the second the aggressor left his view, his expression losing any sort of authority it had gained now that Yuki was out of danger. Really, he wouldn’t question why she hadn’t fought back, as that wasn’t his concern; what mattered was if his companion was okay. At the sound of his name, he shifted his torso so that he could look at her without disturbing her hold on his short, then took a deep breath and allowed his staff to leave his hand in another quiver of flame.

“Hey, are you hurt?” He lifted up his now-free hand to brush his fingertips across her cheekbone, and his worry rang out clearly in his tone. “Not a great way to start the night, huh?”