Send in an icon for my muse to: 

🎀 Play with your muse’s hair

✋ brush fingers/hold hands

👉 Gently poke or prod yours

💐 give a gift

🎎 sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours

🛌 take a nap with yours

🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other

🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item

☺ stroke your muse’s cheek/face

🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing

✨+ add your own

                      MUNCHING on a chocolate bar, Akashi nodded peacefully at Lucky, as a way of indicating him that he was indeed, listening to him. Letting out a YAWN, the sword crossed his arms over his chest, and started thinking of ways he could convince the other of POSTPONING grocery shopping, afterall, even the thought of actually GETTING up and walking outside already managed to somehow tire him. Why couldn´t there just be someone who could buy everything for him ??

A few miutes passed away as Akashi was rummaging  through the depths of his mind, until suddenly, his thoughts were cut off by Lucky´s voice once again, a voice that carried with itself, a pretty interesting deal.

“ Mmmm...Now that you mention it, i´d rather go out and finish it all at once than go out multiple times-----” A defeated sigh followed by “Alright, alright~ you got me Lucky, it´s a deal, let´s go grocery shopping then ”

❀  I’m Horikawa Kunihiro. A wakizashi used by Hijikata Toushizou alongside Izuminokami Kanesada. Perhaps the age of the sword has become something of the distant past, but now there’s a master who needs our strength. So, as Izuminokami Kanesada’s assistant, I will work to the best of my abilities!

                    ––  private and selective. loved by rori. personals do not reblog.

   ❝  I don’t have any use for weapons. ❞ Her tone is harsh but she speaks the truth. Despite what others may think of her, Nightingale lacks violent impulse. ❝ I am a nurse. My duty is to save lives and prevent bloodshed, what good is it to speak to me about weaponry? You are better off finding a warrior or a soldier. As for appearances…  ❞ She takes a moment to think about the meaning of the stranger’s words, trying her best to understand. 

              After hearing the woman speak out her words, Doudanuki remained silent (and confused) for the time being. in all honesty, he was completely shook. How could a person talk so much? He got LOST only a few seconds after she started speaking, such was the case that her mouth seemed to have been cursed by some sort of spell that forced her to blabber, for as long as---- well, as eternity.

SITTING down on the floor, he watched as she delicately put on her impeccable white gloves, it almost seemed like she represented the absolute opposite of Doudanuki, a man that was so crude and filled with battle scars, yet on the other side, her presentation seemed almost impeccable. A few seconds passed away as he was trying to come up with something to say in response. eventually, he gave up, and scratching the back of his head, Doudanuki just limited himself to BLURT out the deepest of his thoughts at the moment;