#kowaindar0u

Some height thing with some of our saniwa bebbies + one lil miss ma'am 🥺❤️

Takeshi (and lil miss Maj): @hagane-no-seishin

Saki: @nxmelessfighter

Saseki: me :3

Yuichi: @kowaindar0u

Atsuko: @citadelofroses

Kenji: @saniwakenji

It had been a while since Ookurikara had taken a night shift.

The perpetual short staffing wasn't going anywhere, and for some reason tonight the entire town must have decided they wanted to pick up their refills (and buy other items while they were at it). By the time the line finally lets up, it's almost midnight, and Ookurikara dreads having to be here for any longer. Even though the next few hours would most likely be quieter than the last.

He goes to the break room and practically sinks into the chair, which only marginally does anything for the ache in his back. Jikkyuu had originally offered to drop him home after they closed for the night, but ended up having to leave early due to a 'family emergency', leaving Ookurikara and Yuichi to deal with the aftermath. Without the pharmacist here they couldn't touch the prescription medications (which in of itself led to angry customers), and the front register staff had already left so the two also had to deal with literally anyone that came in.

All in all a recipe for disaster on top of his already precarious mental state.

Ookurikara doesn't even realize when Yuichi enters the room, until Yuichi places a water bottle in front of him-- heck he doesn't realize the tears in his own eyes until this point either. He looks up at his coworker, who had went and closed the entire store just because Ookurikara was worrying him.

Yuichi's hand on his shoulder is the catalyst to break his silence, a shaky sigh escaping him as he does.

"...You don't have to go so far for me. I--" They both know he's not fine so there's no point in lying. Not to mention this isn't the first time Yuichi has seen him like this, so unsure of himself, so tired of himself.

the salty af munday meme

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

IF YOU ARE FUCKING PRIVATE BLOG, UNAFFLIATED WITH THE FANDOM, DO NOT FOLLOW BACK AND KNOW YOUR ASS IS ONLY WRITING WITH 3-4 PEOPLE TOPS...

WHY THE HELL AM I SEEING YOUR ASS POST A FUCKING PROMO ON DASH!?!

Cliques piss me off because usually if they don't breed drama, run people out of a fandom or just blow smoke up each other's ass all the time, they create the illusion that a fandom has more people that actually WANT to write with people than it actually has.

Like if your fandom is large like Pokemon was back in it's golden age, there would so many blogs around, cliques could barely be seen or heard. A small fandom though? It sucks because your choices to write people are more limited than they look.

Now a days? Seriously just make a discord sever and suck each other off in there, where the rest of us are spared from your toxic bullshit entirely. Though that's likely why they don't stick to DMs or private discords, they NEED attention and praise from people they don't know, like, or even plan to ever write or interact it to validate their blog and their writing. Narcissistic Parasite behavior.

It's one thing to have close friends and you all love writing together on the dash. My friend groups usually had people more selective than others, but we all interacted with the community (and others) so the dash was lively instead dead flooded with OOC posts rambling about our muses or each other with actual RP posts coming once every 6-8 weeks.

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

It's smaller now. Multimuses have a bit more rights. Container themes are basically dead. Uh, oh-

BACK IN MY DAY WE COULD POST (MALE) NIPPLES ON DASH WITHOUT GETTING BANNED! SHADOW BANNING WASNT A THING AND ALL FUCKED WITH BORDERLESS 100X100 ICONS WITH NO BANNERS!!!

[ continued from here ]

"i'm soaked. surely there's some rags around here we can dry off with ..."

Rummaging through the rubble left behind, he finds two ratty old towels and shakes them out. It'll have to do for now. He starts shimmying his layers off, starting with the wrap that goes around his kimono.

"come here. i'll dry you off."

He fluffs out Taikyuu's wet hair and then does the same for himself, shivering a little. Surely there's some kindling and a fireplace in here ... somewhere!

"ugh, my poor battle outfit. i wasn't expecting a downpour."

He has to wiggle out of his kimono next. Its fine because they're both men ... right? He's trying to ignore the embarrassment of being mostly naked in front of his boyfriend for the moment.

DEAR DIARY

19. entry made featuring pain.

@kowaindar0u

It's been so many decades since the Boshin war and the water of life came to an end. After so many losses and victories from those endless battles, I've become married man with two wonderful sons, and I also became a police officer with Hajime-kun. It's a shame that Kondou-san couldn't be there for my wedding, physically. His life... He didn't deserve to die. If anybody were to die, it should have been me. After all, I was practically already a walking corpse when I had fallen ill from that famous disease that was going around and I had been cursed with it. Eversince my boys have grown, the disease that nearly turned me into a walking corpse me has come back to curse me again. I thought I was cured from it because I haven't shown or had any symptoms of it. I haven't felt sick in so long and neither have I been coughing up blood, feeling weak and all that. But now I'm weak again. I'm getting sick and coughing up blood again. I've become more fatigued than usual. Chizuru-chan would ask me how I've been when I come back from my duties, and I've only told her that my duties as a police officer have been tiring and all I want is to be with her and our children. That's not wrong, but the real answer is that I'm only growing weaker each day because I've become ill with tuberculosis again. That's why I've been awfully fatigued lately. How long ago did I get my diagnosis? How long have I been sick for and went on without treatment? I hate to say it, but about a month ago I visited Doctor Matsumoto without telling anybody what was going on with me. I told him how I've been feeling and what symptoms I've been having, and according to him I've got tuberculosis again. I'm not sure how and he's not even sure how either. Maybe I'm just cursed. I can't show how weak I've become. Not to my family. No one. I have to stay strong for them all. If I die so soon, that would hurt my family gravely. There has to be a cure for this disease. If I had been cured before then I can be cured again, right? I can't live on like this anymore. Chizuru-chan, Yasusada-chan, and Kashuu-chan need me. No one needs me more than they do. I have to stay strong. I can't let them see me getting weaker and weaker.

Though he had much more to write, this is where Souji's entry ends. Whatever else he was trying to write had become illegible and now covered in a bit of the blood he coughed up.

From afar he could hear Yasusada's cheerful voice. Souji tried so hard to keep his own act up that nothing was wrong with him. However his vision was slowly becoming blurred. Despite his vision becoming blurred, Souji quickly but also struggled to close his diary and hide it under his futon.

Sengo offers.

Out of all the things that had to done, sitting to meet the new idol was not on the top of Kogitsunemaru’s list of great things to send time doing but an order is an order. That and his brothers all conveniently ran out before their shared manager came over. Instead he sat in the waiting room carefully combing every section of hair to make it nice and shiny before tying it back up into a ponytail. For the remainder of the unknown amount of waiting time, the application was slowly read through to try and take in every single bit of information give including the most useless parts. Going out for fried tofu sure seemed nice. Oh wait his siblings ran off. He huffed and sat back in the arm chair only to stare at the clock. Carefully watching the time go by.

Then the sound of the main door opening forced his head to slowly rotate to stare at whoever walked in. What a..strange person. Though seemed like the kind of person his manager searched for.

“ 💕 huhuhu... ”