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               ❝ welcome back, brother! ❞ frequently he finds himself missing the older, but, senjuro knew his brother had important responsibilities. in a way, he was like the world’s big brother --- so he doesn’t mind sharing for the sake of others.  ❝ it’s nice to see you home. will you be staying awhile? ❞

GINA YOUR STYLE IS SO CUTE OMG?? I love the way you drew his nose, random but ajfjs *so good*

An early birthday present for Thyme / @wieldbrave !!! Thyme is great and amazing and we’ve talked alot about how my OC Tadashi would get along with her muses and I just...had to draw him and Rengoku. 

(  unprompted !   /  @wieldbrave​  )

the   rustle   of   the   shoji   always   delights   him    ,    reminds   him   to   not   glance   too   heartily   towards   the   slit   that   lets   in   a   meek   draft   to   caress   his   weeping   locks   .    though   every   visit   continually   end   in   solemn   exchanges   of   his   wistful   advices    ,    visitors   bring   him   their   earnest   company    ,    and   the   recollection   that   he   is   but   one   of   many   in   this   vicious   world    .    it’s    almost    a   childish  yearn   that    he    no   longer    holds    the    key    to     ,    a    luxury    everyone    has   cast    aside   .    though   he   conceals   it   through   the   flit    of    lashes   ,    gaze   attaching   unwaveringly   to   the   stoneware   cup   in   his   palms    ,   he   has   long   sensed   the   arrival   of   another    ,    who’s    shadow    now   dims   over   the   delicate   screens     .     however   ,    he   bides   for   his    attendant    to    finish    before   he   offers    a    motion    of    sleeves    ,     allowing   glances    to   finally   anticipate   his   guest    .

the   other’s    identity    surprises    him     ,    no   one    unfamiliar     ,     but    not   one    that    he   would   ever    consider   a   common   visitor    .    he    recognises    him    upon   first    glimpse    ,    a    head    of   ink   locks   bundled   carelessly    ,    the   silencing   aura   that   lulls   to   the   still   air   draping   over   his   burdened   shoulders     .    he   has   never   forgotten   about   this   quiet   man   since   their   first   encounters    .    the   way   he   begins   his   words   remind   him   of   a   sheathed    blade    ,    sharp    but   veiled   in   the   shadows    ,    a   soundless   accompaniment   that   threatens   to   protect    .    yue   finds   himself   intrigued    ,    perhaps   for   several   seconds   too    long    ,   by   the   other’s   resolute   stance    .    he   stifles   a   chuckle    ,     not   wanting   to   ripple   the   suggested   formalities   that   was   to   be   exchanged    .    he   doesn’t   doubt   oyakata  -  sama’s   decision   to   send   the   water   pillar   over   to   him   .    after   all   ,    that   person   has   always   had   everything   weaved   so   impossibly   perfect    ,    so   much   that   yue   doubts   his   own   abilities   before   the   other’s   plans    .    

    The majority of the instances Zenitsu thought he might perish paled in comparison to this single moment.. He was completely alone, and he was fading quickly. Scaling the stone path adorned with white below, sword hand clutched his blade shakily while his free hand cradled his side.. The shredded cloth around it stained an unmistakable shade of red, concealing an impressive injury. As fast as he tried to run away, a trail of the crimson liquid followed him, betraying his location and slowly exhausting him of stamina.

    Inevitably, his legs gave out. Vision blurring as he rested his weight against brick, grip lingering on steel weakening as he tried to regain his balance.. Unfortunately, the sound he dreaded the most grew louder and louder, a mixture of unpleasant scrapes and clicks accompanied by overwhelming and clumsy footsteps. It came into view from around a corner, distorted and tangled limbs trudging lazily forward, but with obvious resolve.. It was heading straight for him, following the procession of blood contrasting the white snow. Mangled and unrecognizable features ultimately grew close enough for him to discern the details on the monster’s face.. even in his state of debilitation, he could see the frighteningly repulsive smile greeting him.

    Too exhausted to scream, to protest.. Tears began to pour from fading eyes as the ice beneath him stung his hands. The only sound that escaped him was one akin to a sob when the creature lifted a contorted limb, intent on killing the boy— Eyes shut tight forcing tears to fall unceremoniously, awaiting the consequences of the attack.. And praying that it would be quick.

    When death refused to rear its head, and a new sound sang its presence, he dared to finally peek— vision graced with the image of the limb once ascended to strike him, fell disembodied to the snow beneath. In its wake stood the frame belonging to one he respected fervently. Blade braced in paled knuckles fraught with emotion— a friendly fox mask hung from loose rope and greeted him with a familiar expression, instilling a sense of safety he craved desperately. Shaking off the daze, he willed the energy to speak.. 

“I.. thought you left to head East...”

    The extent in which he had lowered himself to the ground. Sniveling. Trembling. Pleading incoherently. It would have been easy to mistake him for some form of beggar, that is, had it not been for his unusually tidy uniform and well groomed appearance. There he was, crouched uncomfortably at the other slayer’s feet, desperately grasping for an excuse to escape his responsibilities, muttering absurdities in attempts to make up for his uselessness. That’s when he suddenly felt himself lift off the ground, and an unpleasant whimper left him. The words that Sabito announced forced him into a state of shock. Did he just.. Sully his manliness?? Gripping the hand that poked him just moments earlier, it must have been a good ten seconds before he actually managed to formulate a ‘proper’ reply.. 

“ D-DON’T SAY THAT——!! That’s not fair!! You just don’t get it do you?! They SHOULD’VE sent someone else!! I CAN’T DO IT!! You can’t make me do it!! You can’t let me go alone—!! ”

gina that's so adorable oh my gosh???

at one point me and zenitsu screamed at the same time it was so much 

                   ❝ those are some real nasty injuries, can’t believe you survived that. ❞