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                          “I am thou… Thou art I… From the sea of thy soul, I come…”

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                “我は汝…汝は我…我は汝の心の海より出ずる者…”

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                          “I am thou… Thou art I… From the sea of thy soul, I come…”

                                                               ———-

                “我は汝…汝は我…我は汝の心の海より出ずる者…”

                                   「 HOME. ASK. GUIDELINES 」

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i want to make a minato blog, cries. but i can barely even be here. why this?

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noborijo:

          “It’s…a beef jerky shake. Highly             nutritious, filled with protein.”

“People eat that kind of stuff?” And here he thought that Chie was bad. 

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“What is that thing!”

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“I’m sorry I can’t be the hero you always wanted me to be.” by EIKO.

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happy birthday, skippy. BY EIKO.

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chieriot:

          It’s the sort of offer that is never offered outside of television           world. The sort of statement that would only pour out as sar-           castic ＢＩＣＫＥＲＩＮＧ between the two and a teasing           aggravation that drove her ＩＮＳ��ＮＥ. But it always           changed, didn’t it? The moment that the static ＣＯＮＳＵＭＥＤ            them, it consumed that hostility, leaving only the sheer desire           for survival together.            Her fist clenched against the tile, perhaps wettened against           the ＢＬＯＯＤ beneath her, perhaps not. She was too ener-           vated, too ＮＵＭＢ, to hold any notice.                     Yosuke.                     “N-NO WAY, GET BACK,                      you can’t handle this alone!” 

There was a moment of silence, almost as if everything around them had come to a stand-still. The corner of the Magician’s lips curved upward in a small bout of confidence -- a sense of security and confidence he could only feel here, in the TV World. As if to prove a point, the kunai in his hand left his palm and danced in the air in a windmill of twists before he caught it once more in his hand.

“Come on, Chie,” he chided at the other, his feet parting as he steadied himself. The Shadows watched eerily, looking for an opening -- an opening they will not get. Not while he could do something about it. “Have at least some faith in me.” With that, and a fierce BATTLE CRY, the second year launched himself forward.

Jiraiya was right at his side, and together, they fended off the league of Shadows creeping their way. He promised Chie that everything will be okay, that she could res. That she did not have to worry about anything.

And when Yousuke Hanamura made a promise, he kept them. 

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LISTEN UP BRO’S.

Let’s all talk about Yousuke Hanamura. Yousuke Hanamura is not a comic relief character. He is not a fuckboy. DONT YOU DARE MAKE HIM OUT AS A FUCKBOY I WILL TEAR YOU UP. There is so much to Yousuke that I wish people understood more.

- Though he is not necessarily wealthy, he is well off for a boy his age. Not because he has a job, but when it boils down on it, he is really good at saving money. Before Souji came into town, he did not have many real friends where he could blow off money with. Which is why he had so much saved away, and why Chie and Yukiko were able to get so much when shopping for Teddie ( which pissed me off, ngl, but we are not talking about that. )

- Even though he has faced his Shadow and accepted it, does not mean he knows how to handle his flaws and short-comings. Yeah, he became aware that he had some kind of facade to be accepted by everyone around him, and he knows he does not – and cannot – please everyone, but that does not mean he doesn’t want to. It is part of human nature to want to be accepted and well-liked.

****- NO MATTER HOW CLOSE HE IS TO SOUJI / YU, HE WILL ALWAYS SEE HIM AS SOMEONE BETTER THAN HIM. He will look up to him, think that he can never amount to being as great as Souji is. No one looks at Yousuke when they are in a pinch and need some solution; they always look to Souji. He is leader for a reason. And if not him, then Naoto. Or Yukiko. Chie. Almost as if no one takes his suggestions or ideas seriously. When people look at Yousuke, they always expect him to fuck up somehow.

This is show throughout the game and anime so many times, it pains me. How many times has Chie or some other character react to Yousuke’s fumbles as if they expected it? How many times has Yousuke laughed it off as if it was nothing. But these are his best friends, his actual best friends. These small things hurt him the most because of that. Sure, they may not mean it that way, but that doesn’t change anything.

- When it boils down to it, Yousuke is just………… A huge bundle of insecurities. He sees so little of himself, but he idolizes all of his friends around him. He sees how great they are, how useful they are, how capable they are. But he can’t see it in himself, even though no one is as hardworking as he is. No one is as loyal as he is. He puts so much blind faith in Souji and his friends, it is crushing. 

Yousuke Hanamura means so much to me, and he is such a deep character, it kills me inside. 

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does my anger turn you on? cause i whipped my mouse at the wall in hopes it would suddenly work. ... ... ... it doesn't work.

;)))) but angry ppl make me giddy. Angry _girls_ make me more giddy. ~wtf is wrong with me.~ but a lix, pls. RIP YOUR MOUSE.

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narxkami:

         It felt nice to be back in Tokyo after so long. Yu’s third year had passed much like the ones before it, and he’d gone into university without a moment of hesitation. Certainly his parents would be pleased if Yu worked himself to death, but that hadn’t happened yet. He hadn’t even hit exhaustion yet, it seemed, though university was bound to be different than college. 

     He didn’t really plan to make friends this term, like the ones before. It was a miracle that he’d stayed in Tokyo two years (three, if the year in Inaba was struck out, which it might as well be) but certainly it wasn’t to last, and Yu wasn’t really in the mood for more ——

     “Ngh—-.”

     An elbow to the ribs interrupts his thoughts, and Yu is more than willing to ignore it if the offender does as well, but…

            The surprise barely registers on his face. They’d spent some time together in Inaba, but after Yu had left, not much had been heard on either side. It was normal, but Yu found that he wasn’t sure how to respond to a situation like this.

     “… Hanamura.” It sounds almost like a question.

This all kind of felt so surreal to him. It was strange. Back in Inaba, he had considered them to be best friends. Partners, even. But then Yu left Inaba, like they all knew he would, and everything changed. They went from constantly keeping in contact with one another to once or twice a week. From there, maybe three times a month if they were lucky. After that, a month or so can pass without contact... Until not at all.

Yousuke always thought they would be friends forever, some cheesy shit like that. In all honesty, he was a bit disappointed. Sure he understood that people came and go in your life, but they had both been through so much. How could a friendship like that die so easily? Even when they had stopped talking, he has called Yu his best friend for a long while now. It wasn’t until the beginning of this year did he stop.

When the other spoke his name, an empty smile touched his lips. “You remember me after all, Narukami-san.” The other’s name felt foreign on his tongue; he was always either Yu or Partner. Never Narukami to him.

“Small world for a big city, huh?” 

* when paths cross. }

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* when paths cross. }

                  @narxkami ;

He has not felt so out of place in a long time. He figured that, since he was originally from the city, the transition would be easy enough -- boy was he wrong. Maybe it had nothing to do with the busy life of Tokyo, Japan compared to Inaba, but the fact that he was sitting here... In University. Yousuke did not originally intend on going to college, and to a university of all things, but even he surprised himself sometimes.

Fingers drummed almost nervously on the table. This was his second class of the day -- an elective. So far, the college life was not as bad as he thought, and he hoped that all those rumors of college students facing death were just that... Rumors. He managed to get into the University but luck, he knew, but he wanted to prove to the admissions that he deserved it.

Remembering his notebook, he sat back in his seat to reach around for his bag. Just as he did so, hid elbow jammed into someone and he tensed, his eyes flitting up nervously. “S--Sorry about that ma.....n,” his voice trailed off, body pushing back in surprise with his hands braced on the backrest.

                       “Hey.” 

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                 @chieriot ;

“Leave this to me, Chie! Just sit back and relax, okay? Don’t push yourself.” 

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my yousuke muse is kind of questionable right now??  i can only do small things, so like this for a one-liner starter!

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[1:25:19 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: after the questioning [1:25:33 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: yousuke is sitting on souji's bed 8')) [1:25:40 AM] Skippy™: oh fun thanks nice yeah [1:25:42 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: stoic like [1:25:50 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: back hunched forward [1:25:53 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: hands clenched [1:25:57 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: elbows on his knees [1:26:04 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: his face has dried up tears [1:26:05 AM] Skippy™: I CAN PICTURE THIS SO CLEARLY AND IT MAKES IT HURT SO MUCH MORE [1:26:07 AM] Skippy™: FUCKING HELL [1:26:13 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: breath coming out in small rasps [1:26:21 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: from screaming and sobbing so hard [1:26:29 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: him blaming himself for some stupid reason [1:26:36 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: feeling like he had failed him as his partner [1:26:44 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: how [1:26:50 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: it should have been him instead [1:26:52 AM] Skippy™: really all along it was just adachi and his saucy hips [1:26:54 AM] Skippy™: I'M SORRY [1:27:07 AM] Skippy™: I'M GONNA THROW MYSELF OFF THE ROOF GOODBYE [1:27:15 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: yousuke feeling like the world could move on if he was the one who had died [1:27:19 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: sk IIPY [1:27:24 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: IM TRYING TO HURT YOU [1:27:25 AM] * eiko. 🐑 }: STOP

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“I was never the hero that you wanted me to be.”

It’s anaccusation towards himself that falls in front of her like hail from the sky:cold, jagged, painful to the touch. And like a frigid winters day it gnaws at hercheeks with the downwards tug of a frown that she takes a moment to register. “ Yosuke… “Soft, timid even, in fact she’s unsure he could even hear the breath of his name behindclenched teeth. But the bigger question was whether or not she even wanted him tohear her. If she wanted to be here. If she even had the ability to stay.Fingernails dig into her palm out of view. He’s made it uncomfortable all of a sudden, though she can hardly placepersonal blame onto him. Because it was true, wasn’t it. When the word heropopped into mind, Yosuke fell to the back of the list for the image to appearin one’s mind. Yu was almost always the primary. Then perhaps Naoto, Kanji…But Yosuke?Thoughts have to be furthered, and upon the idea she can picture it. But thatwasn’t the problem. The problem was that no one ever had in the past. Couldthey be blamed? He didn’t ever bring it up, and for a moment, Satonaka’s handsfidget her discomfort towards this idea away in her pockets. Little to NEVER did he bring up his actual problems or thoughts, bickering was typical butanything deep was left to the darkness of a deep sea at midnight. “ I…. “Again, words fail behind the knot quickly tightening in her throat, cutting offbreathes to an irregular rhythm and bringing a restless sweat to her brow.Suddenly bangs felt awkwardly displaced against her forehead, her jacket just abit too tight and trapping the heat in like a quarantined disease, and Yosuke…Dammit.Perhaps the most difficult aspect of it all wasn’t that he was shoved aside asjust another ‘funny guy’. As a comic relief sort of classmate. In that sense,she could relate, their antics often looked back upon in a chuckling light. No,it wasn’t that. It was that he WAS brave, he DID put in so much of himself forthe investigation, and while Yu’s leadership was practically unrivaled…ifanyone could take over that role…it would be Yosuke, wouldn’t it?This mental proposition leaves a bitter aftertaste in the back of a sandpaperyexcuse for a tongue. It’s left alone, as her own discomposure now is of littleconcern so much as the growing gap of silence between them. How was she supposed to handle something like this? To handle the guilt on her part and Yosuke’s own remorse. Taken aback, it takes a few moments of finding her own breath before thesilently ticking seconds find volume to them once again.“ W-Well, uh… “One step closer, though Satonaka’s shaky feet have to pause against the tile.“ …I-I know that whenever I’m reckless in there, the T.V. world, you stand into help and…”Strength is her ally, mustered for a split second, given away to another physical stepcloser. It echoes. “…and any of those times, you’re putting yourself into major danger. R-Really,I SHOULD be chewing you out for that. “Syllables are lost as the gap between them closes, and though hesitant, comfortforms in her fingers around his shoulders, a sort of gentle pat offered – howeverawkward it may be…She can’t meet his eyes.“I would say though, that’s pretty heroic. You’re always there for everyone,you’ve selflessly given everything away to this investigation Yosuke. And ifyou can avenge Saki-senpai’s death, if you can keep saving people, L-LIKE YOU SAVED ME, or Yukiko, o-or everyone else…”Since when was the room this warm, the temperature sweltering the momentary bravery straight from her chest. It’s suffocating. She can’t bring herself to say it, too busy choking on her own patheticapprehension. It takes every ounce of strength against her own muscles to turnher gaze upwards and then snag Yosuke’s cheeks between her palms. It’s firm,but not aggressive enough to hurt him, and she forces his gaze onto her ownunyielding stare. “ You already ARE my hero. “