hold up we’re sorry but we logged into our OLD manba blog & NOT THE NEW ONE WE MADE? HELLO?
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smorches ur hands
why. u know its more worthwhile to kiss someone else than me. hands or not.
“ i’m fine -- “ he says in a mumble, hiding the injured arm -- he hadn’t been observant enough, an enemy sword slashing his forearm -- behind the dirty fabric of his his cape. / @eastyari
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starter. – - @replicholy
A yell sounds from the Intoner, loud yet short-winded as she all but jumps out of her skin, drawing her sword once heeled feet hit the ground again. From Gigas to Ogres, not a being on this planet could plant a seed of fear in the Intoner. What had she to fear, with the looming threat of death long cast from her mind?
The answer: what she had presumed to be nothing more than a blanketed mound of junk quite shockingly coming to life out of the blue.
“ What the fuck– -! “ Belly full of rage now that the shock has worn down, a purely revolted glare turned on what she now understood to be a man hidden underneath that tattered white cloth.
“ What the hell is your god damn problem?! “ This– this creepy motherfucker! Goodness, now she couldn’t even steal in peace. What had the world come to-?…
here he had been hoping to get some much needed SILENCE && PEACE. away from everyone, the noise of carefree voices, the energetic being that ran about the citadel freely. though he knows how to ignore -- he’s quite good at it -- today had been particularly.. difficult.
no gods were smiling upon him, nor any figures that influenced the world, for when he was slipping into a peaceful quiet, he was disturbed by someone. ( though it would have been broken by his own thoughts eventually... ) in response, he shifts && stands, giving no ear to the startled yell.
how aggravating. “ i was resting, until you came along. “ the sword finally turns to her, furrowed brows && blue eyes obstructed by blond strands of hair && the hood. a look up && down... she is no sword recognizable, the blade at her side not resembling any kind he’s yet to see.
we think about how manba would see the saniwa & feel about them, & we talked a bit about it on twi.tter just a bit ago & honestly he wouldn’t like them? certainly not enough to get any sort of ‘’special treatment’’ or be treated like a friend. as we said on twi.tter, he’d be “perpetually unimpressed” & only talk to them if need be, or if they spoke to him first. you really have to remember something, & it’s that manba is not a nice person. or at least, not our portrayal of him. he prefers to stay quiet & away from others, but he can & will be rude, most of the time in his head. he hates being a replica, & that same feeling is there when concerning the saniwa - its because of them that he’s surrounded by famous & legendary swords, & that he’s been given this extra feel of life. is it irrational to dislike the saniwa bc of that? most likely, but he’s not the most rational person. he really would not flinch if he made the saniwa cry. he holds his tongue with them, but one wrong move & he’s bound to go off, without apologies. even if somehow he warmed up to them, they’d still be treated as he treats any other sword. the more pushy, caring / doting, loud / enthusiastic / energized a saniwa is, the more manba dislikes them, because that’s the opposite of what he wants. he doesn’t want to be taken care of ; he wants peace & quiet ; he wants to be left alone save for a very few others. the more mellow ... the better, but he still won’t like them.
“ stop following me around. “ / @wildclaws
HEY! do you like depressed, filed with self hatred & anger, sword spirits that just want to be left alone?? you do?? well you’re in luck! because that’s manba here ; an indie & selective yamanbagiri kunihiro from tkrb, as written by taco! with verses for other fandoms up, & some in the works as we speak. if you’d be interested in future interaction, please LIKE / REBLOG this post & we’ll check you out! his heart might be cold but -- no, there’s not much else. he’s very anti social & hard to get close to.
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this is why he doesn’t socialize.
pokes ur chest. this is u. ur a boob
takes a boob to know a boob.
Oh , the Twilight Realm is beautiful , that much is certain. Skill adores it with every fiber of his being && has , at some points , wondered if it would be so bad if the world was covered in twilight. He knows that the Hylians hate the idea , but he’s at a loss as to why —— certainly , twilight can’t be that horrible as to be something to desperately prevent happening ? Well , in any case , Skill isn’t going to try && further the spread of twilight , but he can’t say he really understands the hysteria behind it.
He pulls his ‘ hands ’ away from Manba’s , because even if he doesn’t remember sometimes that the sword isn’t great with touching ( not knowing he’s the exception , in a way ; he knows Manba is his , but won’t ever assume the same if not told outright ) , he does know , from the fact that he used to possess limbs , that being touched with air in the shape of them when you know nothing is really there is probably a little weird.
❝ not impressive , manba - chan ? of course it is ! it’s where you came from , after all , isn’t it ? even if there’s not as many things to do , it’s got to be beautiful. i don’t care if all there is to do is just stand there && stare at things. that’s fine. after all , i got bored a lot in the palace. once you’ve spent as much time as i have in there , there’s not much else to do. so don’t worry about it. ❞
Not that he’s trying to force the sword to find a way into the Sacred Realm. He knows it’s probably impossible , && highly probable he wouldn’t be able to enter it anyway , since it is , of course , a realm made entirely of light && holy energy. He’s pretty sure even being the Mirror of Twilight won’t keep his skin from burning in a place like that.
❝ i think our home is nice , though , don’t you , manba - chan ? i like being here with you , even if it’s mostly just sand && those weird sage guys i can’t understand. uh … ❞ He adopts a look of concern , wide smile faltering. ❝ they don’t say anything bad about me , do they ? like that i’m weird or anything , i guess. ❞
optimism radiates with a light brighter than the cloudless sun, peering down to the desert with harsh rays of heat && scorn -- but, here, it’s nothing of the sort. cheerfulness blind to a reality that the kindest being, who hovers before him without legs nor arms, remains distanced from. a twili brought to a world unlike his own for a task with uncertain endings && possibilities, chin kept high && thoughts from the dark abyss that would swallow them without hesitation. a world that he, as old as he might be, could never fathom its mere existence.
the world has always been, with all its bright splashes of color && sights of beauty, grey. uninteresting, dull, hopeless -- && in turn, so was he. a spirit from a realm renowned for being of sacred standing && magnificent, the sword reflected none of the painted imagines of the land, nor the thoughts for what it stands for.
but ---- he remembers nothing from before him being ‘reborn’ as the duplicate sages sword. perhaps his own thoughts twist && distort what that realm truly is, as mortals who see it as sacred have.
“ that doesn’t mean it’s impressive. “ any believer would disagree with fever, speak of it with outstanding praise, rebuttal with its purpose of protecting the triforce. a cycle persists ; he remembers none, his thoughts contort && darken what all truly is. the realm is not what he despises, in the least, nor the legend. something else, someone else. “ not that it matters -- “ he finally continues on, fully aware skill would only repeat himself.
“ i can’t go back there, even if i wanted to. “ to him, who he is now, this world is far more enjoyable than a place he has no recollection of. it was lonely, for centuries he was left in wait for that which he doesn’t know.
his expression turns from sullen to a false paint of annoyance, hands placed onto his hips as his head shakes. “ if they have, they haven’t said it to me. i think once the existence of a living sword is every day conversation, a spirit of a mirror is counted as normal, how you act or not doesn’t matter. “
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@replicholy // continued
The man’s vague, as people so frequently love to be, which does not surprise Lovecraft. It could be taken as a ‘yes’ but he’s too hesitant with new people to make decisions based on guess, assumptions of meaning.
“It’s easier to talk if I know what I’m supposed to be avoiding.”
(Why are you dragging yourself around behind a dirty cloak, who do you hide from? – But is that a question he’s meant to ask.)
“ why do you want to talk to me? “ it’s ludicrous to think. anything more than needed is a bother, there to overstay its welcome with meaningless banter && questioning. there is no point in spending ones time -- valuable, && small in some instances -- on a replica.
“ if you want conversation, find someone else. “
“Why? Do you have something to hide?”
SENTENCE STARTERS. | ACCEPTING.
something to hide? its clear for all to see ; yamanbagiri is an OPEN BOOK with fine print && riddles written in footnotes. though some might not be easy to understand, or clear as others, what’s apparent is his distaste && hatred of oneself, hiding his face with not only bangs of blond strands but a dirty cloth. “ if i do -- what’s it to you? “
holds ur hand. implodes
WHAT IS THIS....... the tables.. have turned.
❝ you know , it’s very impolite to cover your head or face when you’re talking to someone. i can barely make out a word you’re saying. ❞
@replicholy / sc.
“ ......... your face is covered. completely covered. " as though he’d care if it wasn’t, but with the circumstances he cares even less.