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Technically this is my second post, but that repost doesn't count. Still lost what to actually post here,,,, do I post about Kosuke and Niko, or just misadventures in Genshin?

Someone throw prepare a holy water cleansing, I need it

Glaze is out!

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"Landborn Sea Serpent"

"My life is yours for the time being."

Weapon: Polearm

Element: Hydro

Full name: Mizushima Kosuke

Gender: Male

Birthday: September 1st

Constellation: Laticauda Semifasciata

Nation: Inazuma

Affiliation: None

Bruit: One of many wandering samurai in Inazuma, who offers his blade and time in exchange for money. As austere and curt as he seems to most souls, very few would say that he harbors the most sorrowful consideration in his eyes.

• Youngest son of a normal family from the once quaint village of Higi he says. Where his family is, or how they are is nothing of importance to him, other than a frail old man.

• He is a man of few words if he speaks any, even when the conversation is inquiring about himself. Many say it's because he wants to avoid sharing weaknesses, but regardless of the reason, people have found him to be a discourteous person to be around outside of business.

• Despite his curtness in conversations, he is by no means a callous person. In fact, he is known to be cordial with his popular clients and children.

• He's well known for the scars on his person, most notably the one on his left eye. It was received during a brutal fight with the wrong crowd and is a symbol of his victory despite his greatest loss. Or at least that's what the rumors would spread and he would comment briefly.

• Unlike the Kaigari and Nobushi, Kosuke is a samurai one could hire for some time once he's paid with mora. From guarding valuables and persons to the occasional brutality to flesh, he's willing to do the job so long as you have the money and right reason for it.

• He's ambidextrous, but prefers his left hand.

For being so nice🎀 and cute😚, copy this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. 💗Keep the GAME going and make others feel beautiful❤️

You've stuck with me even though I can be insufferable at times ahwosjsosje I'm just really glad that you stayed and that we're friends ùwú)

Insufferable? Wdym by that? I only saw you as a chaotic source of simping energy and silliness that I love as a friend. In all seriousness, I feel the same way as you do, haha. Elated to have met and befriended you, Alice, hope the best for ya!🤗

I only ask that you don't cause me to malfunction again with your weird instincts, such as kabedoning me out of the blue 💀

I want to keep bullying him..

༺❀Coming Soon: The Looking Glass❀༻

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■■■■■'𝚜 𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜

A simple recollection lost to the whispers and gossip, in fear or in awe younger him did not know. All ■■■■■ could muster from his memories was the face of his twin sister and mother's gentle love embracing him and praising him for his victory.

From his young pestering pleads, his mother sat him down and retold him the story of how he received these branching flowers on his entire body. His mother would always start the recollection with the same beginning, his sister listening quietly beside him. "It was created by your heart, determination to protect your other half."

For many years, since he was old to walk and fight, ■■■■■ had taken the role of Lady Yingyue's protector and carried the duty with pride. One could dare say in his sister's grace, he became her decoy to trick and teach those wanting manipulate her a lesson they would not forget.

It wasn't until the eve of their 13th birthday, the cycle of promised protection ended with the cruel torture and the lightning's blessing. The people he had sworn to fend off, instead took him all too happily for the taste of revenge on his soul. Laughed at his pain, mocked him for being weak, belittled him for his "cursed" bloodline.

And yet, the young ■■■■■ laughed as it were pure entertainment, promising he'll get to have fun with them eventually. Words had only left his mouth before the storm's judgement struck where he was ensnared, leaving its blossoms on his flesh and the promise in his hands.

What commenced when the lightning's spring came to bloom is often foretold in variations, but it always ended with him returning home covered in red and burns, holding so closely a electrifying jewel to his chest. Smiling proudly as if he climbed all the way to Celestia and back to his family's embrace victorious.

"You asked if I was proud of you that night, before falling unconscious." It was a rare moment to see his mother looking at him with genuine adoration, the suddened softening of her stern scowl. "I was and always will. That gift which burns so brightly in your hands speaks of your strength and love. Carry your flowers with pride, my little spider."

Often the storm of opinionated pity and disgust for his story is heard trailing after him, but ■■■■■ still dances in the weather by his sister's side without a care in the world, the refulgent vision and scars he carries an honest attestation of life. It is through this memory told by tale, adventures he ventures on be nothing more than the fruits of his labor made through enigmatic means and promises.

What on earth-