Iâm really feeling the urge to make another OC, but my brain is telling me that I ought to make a separate blog, and Iâm thinking... on that note, anyone know some otherworldly-looking characters for FCs hahaha-

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Iâm really feeling the urge to make another OC, but my brain is telling me that I ought to make a separate blog, and Iâm thinking... on that note, anyone know some otherworldly-looking characters for FCs hahaha-

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   Part of me is considering making this a single-muse blog for Izanagi, but Iâm not sure.
"Ne, what do you think of this swimsuit?" there was no change in appearance from the last, the only difference being was that supple breasts were pushed up all the more, bouncing without the slightest effort in movement as she posed. "Well? What are your thoughts?"
         âItâs, ah, quiteâŚâ Distracting. It takes nearly all of his effort in fact not to let his eyes wander obviously, even if such was her intended reaction. Izanagi leans back in his chair, finally allowing himself to steal a glimpse, comparatively modest when against how shameless he usually is when indulging himself with her.
    Granted, itâs largely because they arenât yet alone in this room.
    For now, their usual communication will have to suffice, hoping that Musashi could glean the meaning behind his intense gaze: were we alone, I would devour you. âMu-chan makes everything lovely.â Only partially a lieâwhile she does look quite shapely in such garments, he would rather tear those measly strips of fabric from her body instead.
    Big heart, big tiddy

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I'm mobile now but I'm thinking about adding in a new OC at some point I'm binging The Last Airbender so I don't know if it'll be tonight, lmao
    Yâall I wanna make a new OC
"Ne, Iza-San.. If this is too inappropriate to ask, then please tell me so.." Nerves got the better of our fair-haired beauty, slender digits fidgeting as her gaze refused to linger upon the heavenly visage before her. But eventually, she continued softly. "would you.. Like to go to dinner.. With me?" // reincarnated au :')
   For some time, after having heard for so long the whispers that accompany her whenever they should be seen together, Izanagi came to doubt that there could exist any lingering compatibility between them despite these past hundreds of years. As before, there was nothing that could dampen her mood, nor displace that smile of hers, the one thatâd endeared her to her much more experienced, much more determined colleagues.
   Except for him, that is. On the rare occasions she would seek him out, without some of the peers sheâs made into friends flanking her that is, she becomes this way: so quiet, so disturbed, unsettled by his presence, perhaps just as everyone else is.
   Still. Just as it did centuries ago, this unheard of softness in her voice, and this shyness about her as she asks, it softens his own heart, too. Even if she doesnât yet know why, he could never stay so cold in her presence.
      âI would love to.â Itâs more for his sake than hers that he keeps his eyes glued to his work even as he answers. Even if his answer seems to come easy to him, he certainly feels inside as if heâs about to implode, or somethingâ âYouâre new to Saijin, arenât you? Then, if thereâs someplace youâd like to try, we can go.â
"I am so proud to call you my son, Azu." arms wound around his shoulders, pulling him down in what was a soft and warming embrace between mother and child. Her eyes closed and a smile emerged, taking in such a gentle moment. "So very proud.."
    For all that he fights to save face in public, especially when amongst his own or his fatherâs men, he offers not a single ounce of resistance to her affectionsâwhen she tugs on him, gently, he bends at the waist to accommodate her, when she rested her chin upon his shoulder, he urged his arms to return her careful embrace, ever mindful of not squishing his poor mother.
    Mother. At times, even now, the realization hits Azuma all over again as it had the first time, so forceful at first before melding against him so easily. A sigh leaves him through flared nostrils and in a moment of (maybe childish) impulse, he allows himself to nuzzle down against her shoulder, to soak in the warmth of the woman he has come to know as his mother.
    Her pride in him, it means so much. Whatever he must do to foster itâŚ
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     âHey. Hey!~ Do you see what I did?â He twirls in some delighted display, as if it were anything but the most fine details of his appearance that heâs altered thus farâsomehow, perhaps merely by his nature, the freckles heâs adorned his features with canât simply be ordinary markings, seeming to catch the light when he turns this way and that, perhaps even glowing...
      âI have stars too, now. Donât they really look lovely?â

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   Like this for a starter, probably from Izanagi or Jomei?
   Iâll probably be too lazy to do a write up for them, but look itâs Izanagiâs kids This is @duellatoreâs fault
    Really liking this new FC of Izanagiâs, tbh.
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her tears delicately brushed away, the comfort she yearned for so desperately while at his side. his absence bared a heavy toll upon saber, longing for his return. but even as tears were wiped away from flushed cheeks, meeting his gaze only provoked further streaming tears for a few moment before pulling away ever so slightly to be escorted back inside the palace.
â I wasnât ever going to leave, Iza-san.. Not when there was a possibility that you would return once again, the thought of leaving hadnât even crossed my mind. â
her voice grew hoarse, a slight strain lingering in her throat as a result of suppressing the building emotion that had inevitably emerged. eventually, the pair were reunited within the comforts of his quarter, a warm swelling resided within her bosom as musashi pulled away ever so slightly, watching him wander into the comforts of his own room once more. it was a sight to behold, knowing that the balance had finally been restored.
approaching the emperor from behind, arms smoothly wound around his waist while features nuzzled gently into the silken material he donned so effortlessly. izanagi being in her hold once again was entirely uplifting, ceasing her slowly streaming tears until nothing remained, only the remnants of her flushed disposition.
â You still feel as warm as ever, iza-san.. Iâve missed this indeed.. â
    He feels like some great beast rising from slumber, the way that his mind races, and the way that his heart seems to awaken, every instance longer he can bask in her presence. His heart wars upon hearing of how great her conviction is: the voice inside of him that wishes the best for her is drowned out by his desire to be near her, with her, have her all to himselfâ
    He takes a moment, centers himself, before straightening and moving his hands to rest instead upon her shoulders, pulling her just slightly awayâenough that he might look into her eyes. âMusashi,â he murmurs, âMusashi, you waited for me.â How he ought to sing her praises to the very heavens, that his woman would be so saintly, so patient for him... a careful thumb brushes against the skin of her cheek, caressing so gently as if she were made of porcelain.
      âIâm sorry to have made you wait.â Around his finger curls a lock of rosy hair, just as smooth, as soft as he remembers. âNow, Iâm not going anywhere.â
    By the way, Iâm gonna try to pick up the threads from all the way back then, so I guess if we had something going and you donât mind continuing them, give this a like? If youâd rather we do something else/new, thatâs totally fine as well.

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Me: gotta get back into the groove with my other characters here
Also me: what if I made a new oc,
"..... Marry me, Izanagi-San."
         âI will.â
    No dramatics. No absurd reactions, or grand declarations; he lowers the glass from his eye, sets aside his brush, before turning from his desk to face Musashi full on. Not even an ounce of hesitation crosses his features once he meets her gaze. A hand reaches out, beckoning for the Saber to join him seated; his palm cradles her gently, coaxing her close and down, before moving to steady against her hip as she sinks to sit beside him.
         âIf you are certain, then I will.â At a momentâs notice, without pause, he would give his life, his world, to this woman: has he not already, after all? A growl in his chest, he turns to bury himself in her hair, pressing a kiss to her earlobe after his hands begin to card through her hair how he adores it when she lets it down, allows it to flow past her shoulders in its full length, a wave of cherry and plum blossoms cascading around herâŚ
         âWhat sort of wedding does Miyamoto Musashi dream of, I wonder?â His other hands drops to his desk, a fingertip dragging across the paper; where his words stopped, the drag of his nail creates spirals and swirls of dark ink, such whimsical shapes to portray his elation.