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kabukiaku · 3 days

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ahh i love your art!! Thank u for this :) Can I ask you for more of your prequelle Dew?

thank you!! here's a collage of a lot of Dews I've drawn:

i really like his prequelle era design.

#ask kabuki #my art #dewdrop ghoul #fire ghoul #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost fanart #nameless ghoul #prequelle ghoul #prequelle era

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eternalflxmes · 2 years

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would shen ever get with something thats not another avian?

// possibly. shen's type is just: predators. he likes to play it dangerous.

sure, he actually does have a more leaning preference for avians though, that just comes naturally to him. especially birds of prey. ex: jindiao's features to shen are considered extremely attractive. strong beak? oh yeah. BIG WINGS? fuck yeah. TALONS CAPABLE OF DOING DEADLY THINGS? oh HELL YEAH.

overall, shen will display more attention to bigger, stronger animals. look at his army. even though shen finds all of them to be a ball of idiots

#ask kabuki #shen: fuck yeah predators.#if you throw a sheep; pig; or duck in his way he's like: no #anonymous #[ / about the muse. ]

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el-pada · 6 months

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How “far” is Usagi into the transformation into being a creature of nothing but violence? Also, Is he trying to stop the transition?

its not so much an active transformation but more-so a state when wielding the blade, he only held it for a couple of seconds as a kid so it didnt start anything physical

that doesn't mean he doesn't get tempted at times by higher forces

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thewanderingpuppet · 7 days

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Cecil waddles over to Kabukimono and climbs into his lap.

@goose-of-the-fatui

Resting his hands on Cecil's feathery hide, his pupils dilate like a cat's.

"I've been chosen," he whispers.

#kabuki asks

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peachybats · 8 months

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if ur still taking requests maybe kabuki from animal crossing? :D

#animal crossing #kabuki #asks #requests

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kindrehd · 3 months

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I just found your acct and i love how you draw scara so much especially the kabuki theatre inspired design and the piece of his predator glare at nahida, some of my favorite pieces in general of him:] Thank you for sharing your art

aw thank you so much <33

#my nahida and scara art has got to be the one im most proud of so far #also ive been meaning to sketch out my kabuki scara design more but i just keep forgetting #ask

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fatuismooches · 5 months

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adding more to my last ask and in affirmation to what you said in your tags: HE DOES. kabuki loves using that combo of his so much.

if there is anything that never fails to make him smile it's the sight of yours whenever he addresses you by "dear (name)" and he just adores the reaction you give in response to it.

both his expression and smile soften at the sight of you either blushing or smiling warmly in return. bonus point for both which happens more often than not, your heart soars whilst he speaks the endearment aloud with such love; holding you close from behind as his veil shields the two of you.

he would never pass up the opportunity for anything else just so he could address you by that endearment. especially when he brightens up the beginning of your day by waking up first and already made you chazuke or some lavender melon soup.

you roused up from your peaceful slumber due to the sunlight assaulting your eyes, opening them only to be greeted with a familiar warmth being gone. it was a little strange to not see your lover first thing into the day, he never leaves bed until you woke up, and just as you were about to get up and look for him...

“oh?” ah, there he was. “morning, dear (name)!” the kabukimono exclaimed with such infectious delight, a bowl of chazuke in hand while the other held a cup of what you presumed to be water.

albeit faint due to the tiredness painting your face, a smile crept up to your lips at the endearment and at the sight of him. sitting up with a soft yawn. “good morning to you too, love.” you reciprocated the gesture, and his expression couldn't get any brighter.

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the two of you are currently making lunch, what exactly? you don't know. but whatever dish you manage to make will stick. lavender melon was the main ingredient, and much to your dismay, the quantity he added wasn't enough.

“dear (name),” he called out, you could almost hear a hint of apology in his tone as you too were occupied with the side dish. you turn your attention to him with a smile, “yes kabu, what is it?”

hearing you speak in that ever familiar soft tone reassured him a bit. “can you give me that lavender melon?” he spoke with a finger pointed towards your left side. you nod and comply, passing him said melon and abandoning your dish to help him with his.

—

a soft and content smile tugged at his lips as he listened to the soothing sound of your steady heartbeat, arms loosely wrapped around one another as you hum a quiet tune, your fingers gently combing through his hair.

for a moment, his mind traveled back to when you taught him about taking naps, his smile widening ever so slightly as the familiarity of this moment strikes a cord within him. a common occurrence really, but he'll never get tired of the warmth that washes over his hollow chest, sinking deeper into that foreign yet familiar warmth.

the last thing the puppet hears from you is a softly murmured "sweet dreams, love." but before his sleepiness got the better of him, he gently squeezed you in his embrace whilst whispering; “good night, dear (name)...”

just a short thingy. it's actually bedtime as i am writing this ( way past it actually lmao ) so apologies for how brief it is and possibly not as well written as i hoped it would.

that aside plus all and all, he adores addressing you by that endearment of his. his voice laced with nothing but boundless love for you <3

— signed, ayame.

( my asks are always so lengthy .. oops )

OH MY GOSH I LOVE THISSSSS 😭😭😭 I feel like Kabukimono uses it when you're sad too :( Because when he says it, his deep love for you is also so intensely conveyed even though it's only two simple words, it's bound to make you smile again even if it's just a little bit because he just loves you so much. (Also makes me wonder, if you two are having a disagreement or something, would pulling out the "dear [name]" make you fold? 😭) (And the veil?? i needed to admit this but i love the veil part of his outfit so much 🥺 imagine cuddling under the veil especially when it's raining and he's trying his best to keep you dry 🥺)

I love how you showed Kabukimono using the endearment at all times of the day... i think it just tends to slip out of him unconsciously far too many times but he just rolls with it!! Sometimes he doesn't even need to think about being romantic!! I don't even know what to add IT'S ALREADY SO CUTE. (I have the hc that when Kabukimono first started cooking for you he literally tried so hard, when you were out of the house he spent all day in there and when you came back he had to keep you out because it was A MESS in there ("o-oh, dear [name], why don't you go take a bath?? don't worry about me! i'll make dinner!" <- said after he tried multiple times to get the flavors to your exact likings)

STOP IT WAS AMAZINGLY WRITTEN... i love the way you write him 💗💗 I'M GONNA BE REREADING THIS!! And I'm horrifically guilty of staying up late too but go to sleep earlier okay! Or else Kuni will drag you to sleep instead >:(

#smooches talks #moots: ayame <3 #scaramouche love notes <3 #AND STOP I LOVE LENGTHY ASKS... they're so sweet and i love reading them!!#u feed my kuni brainrot like no one else #ty for making me remember how much i love him 😭😭🥺#ngl this combo would make me fold so hard bc dear is in my top pet names and i also prefer being called by my name so i would be dead on th #floor if he or any of my favs ever called me that #can we have a counter for every time kabuki calls u that? we need to keep track #THE LAVENDER MELONS AND THE NAPS... i love those details

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piiiiinkheart · 8 months

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I showed my friend METALI and she said "if I was Moa I would be pissed if the new girl got a whole part while I was in the band for 10 years and didn't get any" I can see where they are coming from but Moa did get alot of lines in Night Night Burn but they don't play that song alot. I think momo got this line cause she's new! This song is the first song with Momo so it's special! Hell Moa seems to like Momo alot. In the 2019 tours Moa always grabbing Momo in OH MAJINAI. This song I think is welcoming Momo to Babymetal.

Moa also got a rap solo in da da dance and she even performed black bm songs by herself so I don’t think it’s bad for momoko to have her moment in metali but I do agree with you that the song is welcoming Momo into the group ^_^

#also I think the the part was made for momo since she’s imitating kabuki dance and she’s done it in the past apparently #answered asks

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el-pada · 13 days

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Hello, I love your blog and art! I get really excited whenever I see you post, especially you're tmnt art but I have a question.

In your Welcome to the Nexus AU are there any large personality differences between Comic Usagi and this Usagi? Would your Usagi spend a day fixated on algae farming if he could?

ty! and while there are some differences i try to stick to his personality in the comics as much as i can

he is still the kind of nerd to geek out over something like making pottery, its just the circumstances he's in force him to focus on fighting

#pada asks #welcome to the nexus #kabuki usagi #frida

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thewanderingpuppet · 1 month

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"Hey, you wanna try making cupcakes with me?" Childe asks

@snezhnayain-carrot-top

"I can try, but I'm much better at the creation of swords than food. I get it from my mom."

#r/p #genshin impact rp #genshin rp #kabuki asks

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gregorydespairshow · 7 months

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Nobody hasn't asked a question about this but how is Bonsai Kabuki still alive? Was he hiding for the whole entire time?

We indeed intended for him to have panicked and chosen to hide the entire time. He has the advantage of actually reasonably being able to disguise himself as another item (the bonsai plant of course) unlike the other guests. We characterised him as someone who would use that to just try to survice and avoid this adversity - and obviously come back out when it was over.

Thanks for your question!

#not a chapter #gregory despair show #asks #ouroborealis #bonsai kabuki #gregory despair show spoilers

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playtwewy · 2 years

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🌟 I took a break from tumblr a few years back but I'm pretty sure I followed you before the break and you're one of the only blogs I remember from before LOL

Your dedication to twewy and Joshua is inspiring 🙌

Aww thanks! And im honored 💖💖💖 Probably also easy to remember because I haven't changed my url or icon for like 4 years now lol

#i think we became mutuals in like 2018?#i may have followed you because of your new years resolutions post lmao #asks #kabuki-after-midnight

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kabukiaku · 17 days

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☆ Can you draw unmasked Omega? ☆

*drops you this collage of unmasked omegas*

pookie 😳🖤

#ask kabuki #my art #omega ghoul #omega....save me omega!#omega #nameless ghouls #unmasked ghouls #i know that tag is meant for the musicians behind the mask but omega is literally unmasked here so-#the band ghost

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glassrowboat · 24 days

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Daydream in a Nightmare

Authors note: I read a soulmate au where with dream sharing. Everytime you fall asleep you and your SM would meet in a world that would reflect your consciousness and who you were. So down below are the boys and what I think the places their dreams would depict.

Mondstadt

Diluc: The cathedral. His mom, back when she was alive, used to play during service and afterwards Diluc ran over greeting her with the biggest smile, asking her to play him one more song. She never failed to. Maybe that's why there's always a gentle melody playing whenever you see him as he rests his fingers over the same white tiles, simply trying to remember how to play.

Kaeya: The Dawn Winery. Or at least parts of it. Behind closed doors there's the scent of grass, of dirt, and the faintest smell of ash. He says it's simply the vineyard that in the real world would be right outside, but he knows well as he pulls your hand from the doorknob that it's ruins of a fallen nation haunting him right on the other side.

Albedo: Glass walls. A maze of mirrors and reflections. If you ever have stopped to bother to count between Albedo’s musings as he shares with you the secrets of the world, you'd notice that for some reason he always has more reflections in the walls around you than of your own figure. Like there's more of him than there is of you.

Venti: Old Mondstadt. Back before the revolution, back when there were people in the streets wishing their God weren't so unjust, but in his dreams that wall of spiraling wind is never there. A warped perception of a life he wished to have lived as he sits in your lap not as Venti the bard, but a wind sprite trying to bury into your clothes for warmth. Just don't call him pipsqueek or he'll try and bite your fingers. Playfully. You think.

Liyue

Zhongli: A place that no longer exists, one torn away by this world during the archon war. It's unlike him not to comment on a place, a trinket, an item, as you pick something up and fiddle with it, but this place he never goes into full detail on. However, he will tell you all about the artisanship of the table you two are sharing tea over.

Baizhu: His home back in Chenyu Vale, back before the illness hit his village, back before his parents passed away. Just a modest home that shows signs of being truly well lived in and loved. Mindlessly while you two talk he'll be cleaning the place, just the way he always does at the pharmacy. Though it does help give him something to fill the silence. It turns out he's a lot more used to Changsheng chiming in with comments than he thought. He just hopes you two get along when the time to meet in person finally comes about.

Ga ming: A festival. There's water kicking up at everyone's feet, up to everyones ankles as people with their face covered in all manner of masks walk you both by. Ga ming would pull you along from booth to booth, trying his best to win prizes despite the fact you both know they'll be gone by the time you wake.

Xiao: A Chinese pavilion in the sky. You walk among the clouds as you follow the path of the street, looking over the accents that seem somehow both rich in color and dull, muddied all at the same time. Something you've noticed from his dreams compared to yours, his always have a lingering black fog creeping in at the corner of your eyes. It makes you feel like someone else is in this world with you, like there's eyes waiting to do more than just watch.

Inazuma

Kazooha: A meadow. The wind passes you both by, stirring up pages of books you two sit reading in silence. You can't help but wonder if these are all books he's read before, especially the ones that wax poetry or something else. His thoughts, perhaps? Maybe Kazuha's very own writings? But that matters little as his head is resting on your shoulder as you try to catch words between the fluttering sheets of paper.

Itto: A kabuki play. It always ends up in you two hiding away in the back room where the performers would get ready before getting back out on stage for the next act. You would see the brightest of colors, richest of fabrics, and practiced movements so fine tuned that you can't understand why Itto is so focused on taking the makeup on the vanity in the back simply so he can paint your face with red marks just like his. To each their own you suppose, and who are you to complain when it means drawing hearts on his arm when Itto isn't paying attention?

Gorou: A tea house. It's a small place, simple, but certainly not lacking charm as Gorou pours you a cup. At first the fact you could actually taste the rich herbs on your tongue in this dreamscape threw you off, but now it's just another part of this odd reality. But saying that, the first time you spat out the drink he offered as soon as the bitter taste hit you. Apparently he never expected you to not already be used to green tea. The poor fella was apologizing for the rest of the night, ears laid flat on his head and tail tucked between his legs. It's okay though, you made it even by trying to give him dog treats. It was you having to beg for forgiveness then.

Thoma: It was different this time. No glowing blue flowers and a forest that you two would stroll through mindlessly while chatting for hours. No, this time Thoma was sitting on a wooden platform below a giant stone statue. Intriguing, yes, but mattered little compared to the rope burns around his wrist. He tried to tell you not to worry about it. That it was an accident. But that mattered little as your lips pressed to the red, irritated skin and he gave you a strained smile. You knew better than to ask about it more from there.

Ayato: It's ever changing. It's like he is constantly thinking of something whenever He falls asleep and it reflects in his dreams. Once it was a Japanese styled room the next it was some room in Fontaine's architecture. But it's always a bedroom. A place of relaxation as Ayato buries his head in your lap like it was a pillow. He'll whine about being overworked until you're tempted to pull on his hair just to make the man shut up for once, but last time you did that it led to the bed being used for a lot more than just rest. For now just pat his head and let him vent, the man needs it.

Sumeru

Kaveh: A sketch brought to life from his mothers blueprints. One he saw his mother sketching back when Kaveh was a boy and she would let him sit on her lap, let him comment on the drawings. She would always find some way to incorporate his addictions into the sketch. Nowadays he knows the building that was actually constructed in the end to be simpler, duller than the one his mother wanted, but in his dreams with you it stands tall and proud.

Al Haitham: An attic. It's dusty and it clearly had a hole in the roof that was covered over by some wooden planks and nails. A patch work job that needs to be fixed but if you ever take the time to bother with it while Al Haitham sits in an old rocking chair covered by a quilt reading the night away it will only be there the next dream cycle. It pisses you off. He pisses you off. All nonchalance and an apathetic look even as you plop yourself in his lap and take that book away. And what pisses you off even more? How he dares to call you needy as he holds you close. It's best to ignore the fact he started reading over your shoulder.

Tighnari: Pardis Dhyai. He'll sit on the walkway watching you kick the water of the ponds around, paying no mind to when you splash at him. Not anymore at least. He's learned quickly if he makes a snarky comment you'll give one back and it'll go on and on until somehow it ends in him getting dragged into the pond with you. Both dripping algae filled water as he wondered what gods made this numbskull his mate.

Cyno: Lambad's Tavern. Everytime he would come back from treks in the desert he would go there, get a drink, and play a round of cards with whoever was willing. It was a pattern. Work, work, rest, and more work. But now he didn't have to constantly be on work mode as he sat with you in the old booth shuffling cards as he tried to explain to you how TCG works. So far everytime you lose you've thrown those elemental dice and him, and with a smile he lets them hit him in the head despite being fully able to dodge them. His soulmate is such a sore loser.

Wanderer: Shakkei Pavilion. He hates it. Hates that this is the place his unconscious has chosen to sink onto so stubbornly. His wooden fingers would slide over the paintings depicting Scaramouche’s past that has now been severed from him in everyone's eyes but Nahida and the Traveler. If you knew, would you still hold his hand? Would you still trace the details of his joints and comment that you find his pretty face such a stark contrast to his sharp words? He's afraid to find out, the idea that you might be his fourth betrayal always lingering in the back of his mind.

Fontaine

Neuvillette: Under the water where the currents would carry stray bits of seaweed and fish swimming past. The first time you shared a dream with him here he had to calm you down as instinctively you held your breath, taking your hands in his and assuring you if he can talk like this, you can suck in air just as well. It took some time getting used to, but now he watches as you grab starfish off the ocean floor and bring them over to him like a prize to be presented. This is what humans must be like Neuvillette tells himself as you braid them into his hair.

Worcestershire sauce: A home. A nice one at that. Big, had decent furnishings, pictures of kids hung up on the wall. If you listened closely enough you could even hear children playing outside from the cracked open windows that showed the brightest sky outside. Wriothesly would walk behind you as you would watch the grass blowing in the wind, not saying a word as he rested his chin on top of your head. He never thought he'd be back here again. The very place made him feel sick to his stomach, but with you? It was bearable. Even as you tried to grab his handcuffs from him.

Snezhnaya

Childe: His childhood home. Back before the renovations he bought for the place with his money as a harbinger, back before the redecorating of rooms to fit more children, and back to what the house was like when he was just a boy yet to fall into the abyss. Back when everything was simpler. He would pick up toys that have gone missing, never to be seen again and stare in wonder how it all is exactly how he remembers it. It makes it so much easier to be Ajax with you, rather than Tartaglia.

Dottore: The hospital he was working in when trying to help Eleazar patients. For the life of him does he hate it, being back in the desert always having to tip his shoes out of sand that never seems to fully clear off. It doesn't help you try and pour sand down his shirt, but in a way he supposes it's better you two stay out here under that blistering sun than you going inside to be met with the smell of death. No, you don't need to know about that side of him just yet.

Pantalone: His office. It always makes it hard to tell at first if he's awake, not when the same scene greets him either way. You always joke about him being married to his work and you're the mistress in this relationship. At this point he counts on the comment as soon as his eyes flutter open and he's greeted with the sight of you sitting on the desk he's been using as a pillow. Still, he can never help the genuine smile at seeing you once again.

Captain: A flower field. The snowdrops peek out from under the fluffy blanket of white powder, crunching under every step he takes. Even in his dreams the cold of Snezhnaya is ever present, ever biting. It only makes sense you are shivering behind him even as he lets you steal his cloak that is more of a blanket on you than anything. This field, he knows it well, knows that what waters these flowers is more blood than anything else, but that matters little as he wraps his arms around you. Maybe he can find a way to dream you a proper jacket.

Pierro: A grand hall. It reminds you of the way ballrooms are described in romance stories as the couple depicted would dance the night away. Columns so high you have to tilt your head back just to see where they meet the ceiling covered in paintings you've never seen before. That is until Pierro steps into your view. He always offered his hand to you before you could ask, and as your fingers interlocked he would tell you about them. Always ready to answer your questions. It meant someone was curious about a part of his long lost nation. So, of course, he was always happy to share.

Scaramouche: A never ending fire. It's a small shack, engulfed by flames that never seem to dwindle or burn out the wood it feeds on. Like this place was stuck in time in his mind. He doesn't talk to you, not any more than a sharp shut up. The only time that glare he showed you disappeared is when you pulled your hand back from the curious fire with a hiss, not expecting it to actually hurt in this fake reality. For a moment you could have sworn he took a step towards you, but he never came any closer than that as he hissed at you to be careful. Dumb mortals should at least know not to burn themselves.

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