#◟shinjou ( TYRANT KING )◝ ic.
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Unconsciously drags her fingers through pale fur, between and over his ears and across his snout. Eventually under his chin, and down his belly where the rubs became more concentrated. [ o 3o ]
( @skyhunted )
a quiet noise, mixture of contentness and surprise, resonated from within his throat; the kind of sound one would expect from a cat being suddenly woken. still groggy, he barely recognized the hand petting him — but he found the gesture pleasant, front paws stretching out, back arching a little, maw opening wide with a long yawn. he’d wished to return to his slumber right away, but the further attention to his body eventually had him unconsciously roll over, exposing his belly to the blonde, with quiet purrs, and the faintest of tail wags.
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stares at jou and wiggles her little fingers
( @resisther )
❝ bitch, don’cha dare. ❞ in response, there’s electricity dancing ‘tween his ears.
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He feels the snap crackle of lightening reacting to like as snaps head around, eight glamour hidden tails drawn in tight and ears flatten atop skull, visible to those able to see other. A moment to figure out if he's kin or foe, relaxing as aura flares as yako. "Huh, samesies." Kami laughs, the nogitsune holding a hand up for a high five. (kami & jou?)
( @heavensforbid )
the storm had been caused by nothing else but the fox overflowing with energy. every now and then, he’d had to come out to let those wild sparks out — and if anything were to be damaged in the process… well, more entertainment for him.
the relief he felt from releasing the pressure felt almost cathartic, so much so that he hadn’t even notice another standing nearby — and when he did, ears perked up only to promptly fall back threateningly. eyes narrowed into a sharp scowl, the tyrant ready to fight the fellow fox — only to be caught off guard by his attitude.
it didn’t matter to him whether or not they were of the same kind, same element. to him, another kitsune was just another threat. still, rather than fighting, he’d choose to simply disregard the male — glancing at the gesture offered with a disgusted expression.
❝ fuck off, ❞ a gruff snarl, violet hues averting from the outstretched hand — leaving him hanging — and swiftly walking past the other.
#( fndgjkfhfd im sry this is like 3250253 yrs late )#heavensforbid#◟( ASK. )#◟shinjou ( TYRANT KING )◝ ic.
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crimson eyes were kept low for a moment, lamenting over the previous battle with saber. clear hint of concern was presented in her gaze when she looked at her servant. fingertips barely brushing over the wounds berserker had attained at his shoulder, a blow he had taken for her. " sorry i hesitated. i knew that saber, he saved me eight years ago. my hesitation caused you to get hurt. " she thinned her lips, letting her mana heal his injury slowly. " it won't happen again, that's a promise. "
( @lunaetis )
he could fight on. of course he could, and if anyone were to say otherwise, he’d just destroy them in his path aswell. such thoughts filled his mind — and yet, every move hurt, muscles tired and wounded from the fight that they’d just emerged from. hard to say whether or not they were actually victorious, given how the rage clouded his vision — but at least they were alive, both of them.
at last, he dropped to the ground with a rather defeatist attitude, growling stubbornly as he felt his master’s fingertips brush ‘gainist his deepest wounds. feral eyes turned towards her, the lust for battle still lingering within. a sharp bark was given as misaya admitted her shortcomings. at first, there was nothing but anger. betrayal, perhaps.
but the longer he stared into those rubies, the less of that fury would he feel. it was strange, that he felt like he could be at peace ‘round her, for once. fangs bared, he looked ready to strike. but instead, he only managed a rather pathetic headbutt, though… affectionate. appreciative. an uncommon gesture for berserker; yet, it was genuine. a low rumble echoed from the depths of his chest, giving a small nod — one of the few humane responses he could manage.
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( @skyhunted )
❝ ah, t’ hell wit’ yer bitchin’, ❞ he barked, violet hues rolling sharply, clawed hands pushing lean frame away from the desk he’s been sitting at. whatever system he’s been trying to breach was left forgotten. he’s had enough. heard enough, seen enough. for a brief moment, he caught himself wondering just how could he have allowed her to take such reign over his life. how come she’s began leaving her belongings at his place. how could have he been so stupid, letting his walls down like that. for a woman, no less.
with determined steps, he crossed the room’s width only to shove the blonde ‘gainist nearest wall; tattooed forearm at her neck, sharp fangs bared in her face. free hand reached up to rip off the mask she’s been perpetually wearing. he wasn’t in the mood for lies, no matter how personal, trivial. as the cloth touched floor, talons caught ‘round her scarred jaw; fearless, but also without judgement.
❝ think a’m gonna have t’ tighten yer leash. ❞
#( anyway sup i'm feeling sad so im taking it out on ur children lmao )#◟shinjou ( TYRANT KING )◝ ic.#skyhunted
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you know, you’re far too interesting to let you die. || zafir and jou
( lucifer sentences / ACCEPTING / @univentorem )
he didn’t need his help. of course he didn’t; he didn’t need anyone in his life. claws dug into the ground, a gruff grunt slipping past parted lips as he picked himself up. a simple glance o’er the battlefield gave him a good enough idea that he dog had interfered. ❝ keep tha’ up ‘n a’m gonna start thinkin’ yer in love wit’ me. ❞
❝ anyway. s’ppose a’ll... let y’live tha’ fantasy, ❞ the kitsune sneered, tattooed arms crossing o’er chest as he regained his composure. ❝ tha’ll yer ‘lettin’’ me live. ❞
❝ but th’ truth is gods can’t die. ❞
#( jou: would kill a god )#( also jou: I AM A GOD )#( me: 🤔🤔🤔 )#univentorem#◟( ASK. )#◟shinjou ( TYRANT KING )◝ ic.
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' truth be told, i find you repulsive. ' [ @ jou ]
( lucifer sentences / ACCEPTING / @skyhunted )
a quirk of a brow, a twitch of pierced lips. was she being serious? a quiet chortle rolled free of the demon’s throat at his lover’s constant attempts to deny any sort of attraction.
❝ tha’ so? ❞ claws rose to trace feather-light paths down the curve of his neck, poiting out the hickeys she’s left behind. ❝ last night says otherwise. ❞
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anyway even tho i haven’t been writing on here, i have been active on discord w/ some ppl and!! i’ve also been inspired to write some drabbles about the twins. i’m gonna post some of them, not all of them since some of them are relevant to my ongoing threads and would be too out of context, but. some of them are from the twins’ past or just some good fuzzy twin feels that my heart desires since alas no one’s gonna do that with me but me.
also since this was first posted on discord it has basic formatting that i’m not gonna bother with editing and making ““tumblr quality.”” this one’s an excerpt from when jou was young n travelling with his dad!
" again. "
a dull hit of a staff againist the dummy, weak enough to not break it, but strong enough to shake it at its base. quiet, spent breaths filled the silence of the room aside from the strikes and the elder fox's instructions.
" again. "
he striked again, trying to improve both speed and technique with this try.
" again. "
" again. "
knees have begun to tremble, but he'd push that uncertainty away the moment he'd notice it. there was no time for hesitating, for succumbing to weakness, or exhaustion. he'll fight, for as long as his enemy lives --- or for as long as his father wishes it.
moves became more fluid despite the kit's tiredness, the repetition of the sequence mind-numbing. but with each new attempt, every new ' again, ' it appeared more and more effective. more and more... dangerous. deadly. lethal.
" enough. "
the young heir ended his session by giving a sharp sweep at the dummy's head, managing to behead it. he thought he'd earn bonus points that way, and he already felt rather proud of himself, turning to his father with a bright grin that lasted for all but a second.
" unneccessary. tha' was brash 'n foolish, " ren criticized. his son's ears drooped in disappointment, as did his entire body, for a moment, before spine straightened again with a heavy sigh, the little fox regaining his composure.
" yes, sir. "
the elder fox then sat down, pouring sake into a set of masu, offering one to his son. by human standards, he was too young to drink still --- but they've never adhered to those laws. shinjou would accept, of course, setting the weapon aside before joining his father.
" yer young, still. lots t' learn. "
" yes, sir. "
" no one out in th' real world's gonna 'ppreciate showmanship. we kill swiftly 'n efficiently. we don' play wit' our prey 'cuz they ain't worth our precious time. "
" understood, sir. "
" good. take a walk. stretch. then, begin anew. in fact... a'll be yer opponent next. "
the youth's ears perked up at that, violet hues glancing up at the much taller male. he's never fought his father before... not seriously, like this, anyway. " i-- it'll be an honor, sir, " he stammered out, pink creeping up his cheeks over how he was unable to form a proper sentence, bowing deep in both gratitude and apology. then, he swiftly picked himself up from the floor, collecting the sake set and setting it aside, before proceeding to carry on with his earlier instructions.
he was extraordinarily quiet while fighting. no abrupt and unneccessary battlecries, no over-exaggerated grunts. he moved swiftly like a shadow --- and yet, it wasn't enough to match the elder. be it the age difference, or the actual skill, all that he's been taught so far seemed so inferior to ren's techniques. the older could clearly see his son's determination, however, knowing he was doing his best --- and acknowledged it, not feeling disappointed in the slightest... simply determining that he still had a lot to learn.
not too long into the fight, and shinjou would've been swept off his feet, with the blunt end of his opponent's staff pressed to his throat.
" yer learnin' fast, but it ain't good enough. y'ain't ready t' rule. "
the fox kit had to fight the most violent of urges to scowl, to snarl back in response. to present the other with a childish, undisciplined response. it could easily be seen in his eyes, the way pupils narrowed, and then --- dilated once more, as he'd relax. not good enough, not good enough, not good enough. he took a deep breath and nodded, looking up at his master's silent approval to stand.
" a'll try better, sir. a'll be better, " he added quickly, before his father could correct him once more, " a'll train 'til a'm worthy, 'til a'm able t' surpass ya. "
" good. good boy. --- again. "
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' Gotta warn you, I'm feeling punchy today. ' /jou
( SPIDERMAN / ACCEPTING / @skyhunted )
a blink — then a second, then a third one. he wanted to ask; when aren’t you feeling punchy? but instead, his lips found themselves forming different words: ❝ oh, please, do punch me. ❞ and make it hurt.
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❝ Your suit is awesome! Can we talk design details? ❞ @ shinjou
( SPIDERMAN / ACCEPTING / @wizinary )
he’d smile, but exorting even the little muscles needed for his lips to quirk upwards seemed like too much effort; all he’d offer was a curious loft of a brow. not often had he met people to make a good enough first impression for him to not outright want to murder them… just so he wouldn’t have to deal with them.
❝ glad we can agree. keep me interested fer more tha’ five minutes ‘n a’ll consider it. ❞
#( how to keep him passive: compliment his fashion sense or hair )#( gnfjkgfdg )#wizinary#◟( ASK. )#◟shinjou ( TYRANT KING )◝ ic.
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( @skyhunted / continued )
he felt tired, for once. so much so that he’d almost prefer the bed over coffee --- but the more rational part of him knew that wouldn’t happen. maybe it was the alcohol to blame. medusa’s words were slurred together for him, though he could hear the... frustration. the anger. he squinted, ears falling back in his confusion. she was often angry with him --- but usually, she also had a reason.
❝ wha’re y’on ‘bout? ❞ he murmurred, one hand coming to brush his hair back, voice tired and heavy. only when he’d been shoved, and she barked out her next complaints, would he wake up properly. he wasn’t having it.
pupils narrowed to slits, fangs bared and the fox snarling; hands snatching her wrists to try and keep her at least relatively in one place. his grip was not at all gentle; it was strong and squeezing, enough to leave marks.
❝ calm yer fuckin’ tits ‘n tell me wha’re ya bein’ hysterical ‘bout. ❞
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Presses her head into the back of his shoulder with a sigh, arms circling his bare torso and lacing over his abdomen. ' Don't- don't go, this time. Tonight. ' she mumbled, biting down on her lip at the confession, of sorts. The weakness. Still, tonight, she felt lonely.
( @skyhunted )
his spoiled and arrogant nature had him complaining internally about every night he spent at her place — being the one who had to leave, had to travel across the city to get back into his own bed. staying the night with her still felt so… uncalled for. prohibited, almost, as both of them valued their privacy, nigh anonymity.
but every now and then, one of them would reach out.
it was moreso him than her, given he was the one having troubles sleeping — alone, no less. he’d never admit it, not out loud, but he’d rather spend the night with the blonde than with the shadows.
so the way she stopped him from going further than simply throwing his legs over the edge of the bed was… surprising, to say the least. he wouldn’t voice it, he wouldn’t show it — aside from the brief flick of his ears. if one really wanted to understand his body language, it’d be the top of his head that they’d look at. listening to her pleas had him sighing, with one hand eventually curling o’er hers.
there was that cheeky side of him that wanted to say something — and he almost did, a quiet rumble reverberating from within his throat, but it wouldn’t go past that. knowing himself, he’d either say something unneccessarily aggressive, or something to be misunderstood, given his usual, gruff tone. so instead, he played off that grumble into a sigh, and shifted in his seat to instead end up facing her, sitting on his heels.
violet hues gazed into her own, easily reading that uncharacteristic sadness within. head tilted, almost akin to how a curious dog would, despite keeping the stoic visage. he could ask why. in fact, it ate at him from the inside, not knowing. but, he knew her well enough to know that admitting a reason would be a sign of weakness. something despised by the demon, himself, aswell.
a claw rose to catch under her chin to slowly, gently guide her into a kiss. it was so unlike their standards; fleeting and soft… understanding.
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Fingers clutched tightly at the wrapped box in his hands, almost nervous; within were a beautiful set of sketching pencils, expensive paints, and a high quality book for his love. In addition to the gift, he'd intended to cook Shinzou's favorite meal that evening, though well after the paper lanterns- he cleared his throat, offering the box to his lover.
( twins’ birthday!!!!!! / @skyhunted )
he was in the middle of his and his mother’s tradition, so enthralled by the activity that he didn’t even hear his mate enter ( but then again, he was often silent in his movements ). he wasn’t alone, for just this once, his twin would share the studio with him --- helping him with the tast of making paper lanterns for the evening. only the small rumble of his throat caught his attention, head snapping to look at the witch, lips stretched into a grin.
the fox was oddly modest when it came to his birthday --- he might’ve mentioned the date once, maybe twice, when asked, but other than that he wouldn’t make a fuss about it. nowadays, it almost felt like a memory day for his mama, rather than something to celebrate for himself. the elder brother knew this wasn’t meant for him, and simply nudged his twin encouragingly to go and accept the present. for him, save for the evening in memory of their parents, this day meant very little; even less than it did to shinzou.
but it was always nice, flattering and delightful, when someone would remember and go through the trouble of getting him something for this very day. for a fleeting moment, he wondered just how long it would take him until he’d stop counting --- perhaps once they both had all nine tails, then there would be no more reason to keep track of their age.
so while shinjou kept his attention on the thin papers and calligraphy brushes, his other half picked himself up from the floor to immediatelly grab his mate by his waist, lift him and spin ‘round, before actually acknowledging the box he was holding. a firm kiss was pressed to smooth cheek, nose nudging at his glasses a little, skewing them, with the words: ❝ aw, babe, y’shouldn’ have. ❞ but he wouldn’t refuse it either.
he opened the present excitedly, eyes brightening noticeably ‘pon realizing they were art supplies. ❝ these look amazin’!! ❞ and cue an irritably high-pitched squeal, enough that it had his twin turning around and tossing one of the brushes aimed at his ears to get him to shut up. it was met with a muted giggle from the younger.
❝ we’re makin’ paper lanterns fer th’ evenin’. our mama would always take us t’ th’ river t’ send ‘em along, ❞ he explained, voice a bit more mellow, for the sake of his brother.
❝ he can come wit’, ❞ shinjou mused in, an eerie smile ‘pon pale features, teasing more than anything. ❝ a’ll allow it. ❞ no matter the situation, he enjoyed tormeting the blond.
❝ yea’! y’should come. ‘s a really pretty sight. wanna make yer own?? ❞ without even waiting for a reply, his free hand caught hold of ignis’, dragging him towards the pile of paper and ink. ❝ jou, wha’ ‘bout yer girl? ❞ a nosy little fox, whose query would be graced with nothing but a slight quirk of the elder’s head.
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' birthday, soon, randy~. ' 8D
( @skyhunted )
❝ not wit’ ya, helen. ❞
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She would have responded in kind to his teasing about the couch, but the abrupt and feral way he changed was nearly alarming. Hues trained on his tense, animalistic movements, before he spoke and she pursed lips. ' Tch, a death wish? Probably. ' a roll of her eyes; she didn't quite know the tattoos significance, but she'd seen it on his bare back, and the wrists of his followers enough, to understand. ' You don't like it? ' a teasing smirk.
( @skyhunted )
a snarl and a quirk of his lips — he hated, despised just how lightly she was taking this. a hand darted out to grab one of hers, yanking and forcing her to sit up. ❝ sit properly when speakin’ t’ me, ❞ he demanded, letting go as soon as he’d get what he wanted.
❝ this ain’t ‘bout me likin’ it. this, my dear, ‘s th’ equivalent of, as y’humans would say, marryin’ me, ❞ a simple explanation, albeit he’d wondered how exactly did she… manage to get the spot just right. was it coincidence? hardly… he doubted such possibility. eyes narrowed, pupils contracting to nothing but slits. his voice had seemed to have gotten deeper, more feral as he’d go on, body subtly twitching as if ready to pounce.
❝ a lotus on yer neck’s wha’ makes fer th’ king’s queen. ❞
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