#baskillisk

*    PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS  /  SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING!

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

*    KYOJURO  +  OBANAI

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ obanai ] is the good influence  /  [ obanai ] is the bad influence  /  [ kyojuro ] is the good influence  /  [ kyojuro ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ obanai is kyojuro’s ] childhood crush  /  [ kyojuro is obanai’s ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based off of circumstance  /  based off of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

Snake snake... he wonders what snakes look like, but right now there are important matters to attend to, after all there have been numerous complaints popping up recently, and quiet a few quitters or those who pursued early retirement out of sheer fear. Though not his place...

 “there have been complaints of you... tying people who insult you in little fashion.” not that he could be the one with the higher moral high ground over this, considering his training...

fruits basket sentence starters! accepting.

                yet another shot to his already fragile pride. how it hasn’t shattered fully is beyond him. though, to say he’s completely surprised to hear such a thing would be a lie. his personality was that of a coward’s, shamelessly quick to cry, an overwhelming urge to run far away, give in to the emotions that haunt him. he’s no stranger to such judgmental words. albeit, they aren’t as harsh as one’s he’s heard before. a snake’s tongue was no match to his superior’s. now that guy, he really knew how to crush one’s soul into the ground. unprompted or not, heel sharply dug in your back and all — make you feel like less than the dirt beneath you. careful, articulated words laced with scorn, just enough to have you question am i worthless? is all the effort i’m putting in, really all for nothing? compared to that? this pillar’s words ( harsh, yet truthful ) were like sticks and stones — it only stung a little bit. 

                ❝  ha … you think i don’t know that already?❞ his words flutter out as a shaky breath. sick of it, being told how worthless he is. it echoes into his dreams at night and even now. it hadn’t mattered who said it, be it himself or others because in the end, it all hit the same. though lately, instead of giving in and accepting such facts — they make him angry. gradually, the more he thinks about it the more his expression tugs into a deep-rooted frown. you think he doesn’t know it? how his cowardice appears, a creature so ugly, an existence so despicable it makes you want to steer clear. but you can’t run from yourself, no matter how much you try. ❝ gee … you really like to say it as it is, huh? sure, i’m bad at putting in effort. but so what? ❞ a person simply can’t change overnight, maybe there’s still a few impurities left inside him ( you remain flesh and blood, not made of steel ) but it’s nothing that can’t be worked out. it’s bound to come across as disrespectful, but for a moment ( quick as a flame’s flicker ) zenitsu’s gaze cannot help but glare straight through the older. it’s for but a moment, hot and fierce, like untamed electricity ready to burst and unleash everywhere, until it dies out — 

               what’s the point?

@baskillisk​ said:💛 -  A memory that makes them feel angry | memories ( accepting! )

      disgust and anger. that was all he could think of as he remembered the feeling of his bare fists against a living being’s flesh -- that was the first time he truly felt the anger take control over his body, not because of the demon’s appearence itself, but because of the series of events that brought him to be standing on top of the said demon, a harrowing pain coming from his forehead after being attacked by those filthy claws, hands dripping blood in front of a frightened child. he was angered for being considered weak and worthless, even after giving his life to protect the childen, who thought escaping by the themselves was a better option than staying with a blind person and, because of that, the air was soon filled by the smell of blood. angered by the fact one of the children was responsible for this massacre, even after considering him part of his family, because the said child’s life was more valuable then the life of nine others in his own conception. he felt betrayed. angered by the fact the villagers thought he would be capable of such atrocity and that they chose to believe in the word of a scared children, since there was no sign of the demon to be found, even though he had several wounds himself. human hands wouldn’t be able to do that with those bodies -- h i s  hands wouldn’t be able to  h u r t  his dear children.  angered because if he had acknowledged the power of his bare fists, maybe he would be able to do something beforehand and not let half of this happen. 

                             angered because after all, he couldn’t  s a v e  them. 

      ❛  namu amida butsu ❜  the tears began to water his eyes and he let them overflow -- it felt like his heart was being squeezed tight.        ❛  namu amida butsu ❜

HEEEYYY I LOVE THIS SM

          it’s  a  strange  thing,  to  have  prepared  for  and  even  accepted  the  possibility  of  death,  only  to  be  snatched  from  its  cold  clutches  at  the  last  moment  and  granted  a  new,  unexpected  lease  on  life.  it  isn’t  something  he’d  typically  dwell  on  —  he’s  alive  and  on  the  mend,  blessed  with  the  opportunity  to  continue  protecting  and  fighting  for  the  weak  and  that’s  all  that  matters  —  but  when  sternly  confined  to  bed  rest  for  an  extended  period  of  time  in  order  to  allow  his  body  to  heal,  there’s  little  else  to  occupy  his  mind  with.

          out  of  consideration  for  the  young  girls  kindly  taking  care  of  him  during  his  stay  at  the  butterfly  estate  (  they  near  suffered  a  heart  attack  upon  finding  him  practicing  his  swings  a  mere  day  after  being  moved  to  the  estate  for  further  care,  fretting  over  his  stitches  as  they  ushered  him  back  to  bed  ),  he  remains  bedridden  for  a  week  and  follows  their  orders  to  the  letter.

          however,  the  moment  the  sun  rises  on  the  eighth  day,  kyojuro  springs  from  his  sickbed  with  renewed  purpose,  seizing  up  his  katana  and  making  his  way  out  into  the  estate’s  garden.  thanks  to  the  frequent  visits  from  fellow  pillars  and  the  three  budding  swordsmen  who  were  with  him  on  the  fateful  night  of  his  near - death,  his  mind  has  remained  somewhat  stimulated,  the  flames  within  his  heart  stoked  to  white - hot  intensity.  but  no  amount  of  company  (  no  matter  how  welcomed  )  can  make  up  for  the  satisfying  sensation  of  freely  swinging  his  blade  or  the  rewarding  fulfillment  in  feeling  his  strength  slowly  flow  back  into  lethargic  limbs.

          the  sun  has  nearly  reached  its  peak  in  the  sky  when  iguro  makes  his  unexpected,  ever - silent  appearance.  from  beneath  the  layers  of  his  intense  concentration,  kyojuro  makes  note  of  his  presence  as  he  continues  to  focus  on  the  rhythm  of  his  repetitive  movements  until  he’s  completed  his  third  rep  of  one  thousand  swings.  with  a  heavy  exhale,  he  releases  his  total  concentration  breathing  and  sheathes  his  blade  before  turning  to  greet  his  visitor.