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allusivealyssa · 3 years ago

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It’s Saturday.

Rindou said he would come by on Sunday.

But he’s already standing at the entrance of Shinigami Ink with a ticket to his fight tucked into a bouquet of black roses. Roses. He can’t remember the last time he’s gotten someone flowers that wasn’t his mother.

He’s not nervous, not at all, but every time he lifts his arm to walk into the tattoo shop he feels sweat bead at the back of his neck and then he’s backing off from the door. He’s been out here for twenty minutes already, and a part of him wants to just say fuck it all and go to his fight with his usual crew; his brother and Willow, but he wants you there. Front and center.

He tightens his grip on the stems of the roses, eye twitching when one of the thorns prick his thumb, and delivers a quick, hard bite to the inside of his cheek before he’s pulling open the door and stepping inside. His eyes go to the front desk, and the worry that you wouldn’t be sitting there is washed away when the two of you make eye contact.

You break it to give him a once over, and he’s secure in the fact that he looks good. Silk black dress shirt that has a few buttons left open, allowing any wandering eyes to take in the various tattoos decorating his chest, as well as the silver chain that hangs around his neck. It’s paired with a pair of black pants and black shoes, and he briefly thinks he should have opted for some color before your voice is calling for his attention.

“Rindou, um, hi?”

He walks forward until he’s at the desk, and his mouth runs dry when a vivid image of him bending you over the top of it settles in his mind. The shop is near empty, not that he would care if it was full, and the thought of him dragging you out of that chair and letting you sit on his dick instead is becoming more and more appealing the longer he stares at you.

Before he can say anything to ruin that chances of you agreeing to come to his fight, a voice speaks up from behind him. “Hey man, are you just going to stand there all fucking day? I’ve been waiting months to get an appointment with—”

“Don’t fucking speak to me.” He only spares the man a cold glare before he’s turning his attention back to you, glare melting away to resemble something soft as he lays the roses on the counter before pushing them towards you. “These are for you,” he tilts his head with a small smile. “I know I said I’d stop by Sunday, but I wanted to deliver these in person, this especially.” He pulls the ticket free from the bouquet, and he holds it out to you between ringed fingers.

“I have a fight tomorrow night and I want you to come.”

— @onlyrin

Working for Shuji has it's perks. One of those is the high profile clientele. Out of the hundreds of celebrities tatted at Shinigami Ink, a few stand out. Rindou Haitani, one of the few in question, is a sight for sore eyes. That's for fucking sure.

This isn't the first time he has graced Alyssa's presence. The pair is decently acquainted between past appointments and mutual friends. This time though, might be the first time she damn near has a heart attack from the encounter. Shuji is one man. He can't overlap his appointment books but so much and she knows she would have noticed Rin on the schedule. The scare wears off as soon as she notices he's in a tattoo studio holding roses - Beautiful black roses. Her favorite. Elation replaces the panic when she realizes they are for her. That he's here for her. Immediately - probably too fast to not be considered embarrassing if he noticed - a freshly manicured hand rests on the flowers he laid down, slowly bringing them in as he speaks.

Telling him no wasn't even an option, truthfully. He has caught her attention more times than she cares to think on at the moment. Especially while her mind is preoccupied with intrusive daydreams on the chain around his neck, how hot it would be to see him biting on it on in concentration, and what it would like dangling above her.

That thought is caught short by the way Rin belittles the borderline rude client trying to rush him. Thank God she was at work, otherwise the interaction may have had her pooling where she sat. She briefly wondered if she would be able to make it through him fighting someone tomorrow without soaking through her clothes. That thought came with the painful worry that she may have to watch him lose fight. Forcefully, she shuts down that thought as quick as it started. That type of negative energy would not become a jinx of her own volition.

“Well you’re in luck because I would love to go.”

The expression on his face when he heard her acceptance was swoon-worthy. The two didn’t waste much more time talking. She had a job to do after all and his mission was a success. A quick exchange of numbers followed by a promise to text her the details and see each other tomorrow wraps up his charming and unforeseen visit.

"Was that Rindou Haitani?"

Suddenly, Shuji appeared looking thoroughly confused as he watched the fighter disappear through the studio windows. A slight extension of her smile confirms.

"Who? That prick??"

Apparently the client Rindou shut up wasn't as impressed as Alyssa was, but he damn sure recognized the name. The thought of the interaction had her almost ashamed at the way she bit her lip and failed to suppress a giggle. Almost, but not quite.

"I thought he was dreamy."

A roll of his eyes and Shuji is leading his client into his Ink Room. The two of them can be heard discussing art designs as Alyssa puts her flowers in a vase until she can get them home tonight. Thoughts of what tomorrow brings are swirling in her head. A few blissful moments alone with her head are interrupted when shuji quickly pokes his head back out of the doorway.

“So was Willow with him?”

Even his antics weren’t going to ruin this good mood she was graced with.

#with love ♡ Rindou #i thought it would be impossible to reply to this man in one night but so far so good #look at me ma I might survive this 🤣

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redxblueihateloveyou · 4 years ago

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i saw this tweet https://twitter.com/_omigashh/status/1365170181148798976?s=21 and i was like ???? what do you think about this?

Lol we’ve discussed it before, it’s the same one thing each time. I wish they would find something else, cause I feel like we’re walking in circles in this blog already and I’m having trouble finding previous asks xD. Haha I love the first personal interpretation with the “what she really meant”, that’s how the wrong info spreads.

And no, that’s not what she meant. She said “if it wasn’t for the swimming, they probably wouldn’t become friends bc of their different personalities”, which in no way means that the only thing Rin likes about Haru is swimming [sending you to this post with all the real proof] and vice versa as some of them say and if you don’t see that this ain’t true, you’ve watched smth else.

As I’ve said before according to their logic all ships are invalid in this case, cause “if it wasn’t for basketball / volleyball / ice-skating / mutual goal of becoming heroes, etc they all wouldn’t be friends”. Also since when different personalities in a ship discard the ship? Cause all the canon ships have opposite attract thing going on and been doing just fine, thanks. As people in life. Cause I don’t know a person who would want to date yourself tbh.

Haru said the Sousuke reminds him of Rin a lot and in books Sousuke described as Rin’s alter ego. He also reminds Rin of his dad. Of course, they’re on the same wave, of course, they undestand each other the best. I understand myself the best. Makoto is Haru’s shadow, his whole life is based on following him, he literally has no personal dreams or whatever since the moment he met him, Haru in the books literally cringes since he just repeats what they do, even if he just goes for a run [here are all the direct, unedited, original quotes]. I do not know Makoto’s true identity, sometimes I think he’s Haru’s ghost.

And I agree with her statement. And no, she didn’t mean it in a romantic way as mh fans still think after all this time AND all the CANON that happened and what Haru said out loud. She is a well known hardcore Rinharu fan, who like me “can talk about these two forever” and writes random short stories about them and also, man, they’re literally in her every work. LIKE JUST KNOWING THIS, YOU MUST UNDERSTAND, SHE DID NOT MEAN IT LIKE THAT.

I know this would be painful for this person to hear, but if she read the books and watched the anime Makoto’s personality and his attitude towards life, they do not inspire Haru... he’s just not a fan, to say, to soften the blow. He very much appreciates and loves him as a friend, but he does not respect his way of living, even comparing him to a sticky fly (A FLY!), who has nothing else to do, but stick to somebody else. They said zillion times, the reason Haru admires Rin is not bc of his swimming, but because of the way he lives. Rin is free, Rin is “vibrant”, he compares him to a strong vivid red flower among the other peasants. If Haru is canonically Rin’s shining, Rin is more like Haru’s sun tbh.

Also I have like a whole book of what Utsumi and the crew said about Rinharu being a couple, but they’re still running around with this one thing for 7 years. Like do you have anything else? Like literally... anything? It’s 2021 and each time the interpretation of that interview is getting wilder and wilder lol. Let’s just, let’s please quote the real things, I’m begging you. Like one anon said, pls seriously, I understand if mh is your thing, but let’s not be too blind. Stop running around with the only quote you have and twist it.

I also have ships that are not canon, but I do not try to prove that they are, I try to prove why I ship them and why they are better then canon in such cases.The truth is in Free! from the beginning they never wrote anyone besides rinharu as romantic relationship, it is what it is. That is the anime and books fact. If you think that Makoto is “a better match” for Haru (god forbid tbh), that’s your preference, but lets not write what’s not there. It’s like each new season/movie/drama/story is out creators write things black on white, but someone is still like “it ain’t canon, it just ain’t, I haven’t seen this”. Who the fuck after everything that happened thinks that Rin have ROMANTIC feelings for Sousuke and Haru for Makoto?! (I’d understand the other way around maybe, but NOT THIS!). I’m serious... as in okay, you can prefer your ships despite everything, it’s a free state, but you can’t think so... like for real, after everything that Rin and Haru said themselves... or do they think everyone is under imperius curse casted by Rinharu fans and it’s all just a HUGE lie? :D

ALSO WE’RE IN 2021! I THOUGHT THIS WAS NOT THING ANYMORE. AS IN ARGUMENTS LIKE WHO IS THE REAL DEAL (not which ship is better..psst, its rinharu still). THEY WANT TO “TRAVEL THE WORLD TOGETHER AND BE IN ONE BE TOGETHER” AND SWIM IN ALL KIND OF TOURNAMENTS NOW THAT THEY’RE TOGETHER, LEAVE THEM BE ALREADY PLS SERIOUSLY. THEY JUST WANT TO BE TOGETHER... IT WAS LITERALLY THEIR DREAM. AS IN THEY BOTH WANT TO BE WITH EACH OTHER AND THEY MAKE EACH OTHER HAPPY. I KNOW YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH MAKOTO FOR SOME REASON, AND YOU THINK HARU IS HIS ONLY OPTION AND THAT’S YOUR REASONING, BUT HARU’S ALSO A PERSON. WITH HIS OWN WISHES. SO PLS CONSIDER IT, TOO. HE’S ALSO NEVER BEEN HAPPIER AS HE WAS DURING THAT NIGHT TRIP, SO PLS CONSIDER THIS, TOO. ALSO PLS CONSIDER THE WHOLE FREAKING ANIME.

♫ let it go, let it go ♫ (I fucking hate this song, but pls lol)

#answered #anonymous #Free!#free #rinharu #harurin #rin matsuoka #nanase haruka #free! iwatobi swim club

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ghostietea · 5 years ago

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I would love to hear those Akito headcanons! (Also your Akito metas are amazing :D)

Thanks!!! As requested, here's some of the Akito headcanons from my masterdoc:

-Akito slowly and intimidatingly slinks around the estate because she is a powerful and scary God certainly not because she will pass out if she stands up too fast

-at the end of Furuba Akito should have permanently ended things with Shigure and then walked around acting like a 50 year old twice divorced woman even though she's like around 20 and they weren't even formally dating. Ex: Akito, wearing a huge vintage fur coat she found in some closet over slacks and a blouse, taking a sip from a glass filled with a beverage comprised of like one drop of wine and a bunch of cranberry juice: "Just kicked my ex out for the second time. Good riddance, you see-"

-Stole an eyeliner from Kagura one time when she was like 13 and promptly stabbed herself in the eye with it on accident and blamed Kagura.

-Can't even use a microwave. Don't let her cook your kitchen will burn

-When she was a baby Ayame tried to recreate the presentation of Simba with her and dropped her on the floor

-The one time she broke a bone it was because she got pissed off and punched a wall really hard

-Didn't like lit class. Likes reading but hates things like "effort" and "critical thinking." Payed someone else to write the essays she mailed in to school.

-Lesbian but doesn't know what a gay is. Doesn't think anyone suspects anything when she's climbing all over Kureno and Shigure not just because she's generally clingy but because she doesn't know gay people exist. Someone (Hana) has to stage an intervention to inform her that she is gay years in the future after months of everyone having to listen to her talk about how pretty and neat girls are as part of what she thinks is her unlearning being a raging misogynist.

-Demigirl she/they nonbinary but doesn't figure it out for years after she stopped presenting as a man

-Gets anxious about how clumsy Tohru is because of… that incident. One time saw Tohru fall down a flight of stairs and panicked and now she links arms with her anytime they go on stairs.

-Actually sorta likes dressing androgynously when it's her choice. Chronic dressing like a gay person syndrome.

-Didn't keep her hair long. Cut it off after like a month in a moment of passion with a pair of kitchen shears and then had to reluctantly slink off to have someone make it look presentable.

-Secretly loves plushies but is too embarrassed to buy them for herself. Slowly acquires a hoard postcanon and can bury herself in a pile of them.

-She's very light and can be easily picked up and carried around by any of her friends that want to

-Googled "is hitting people bad?"

-Hana can call Akki over by pspspsps ing at her like a cat and Akki HATES it but still falls for it every time

-Doesn't get anything more than a flip phone and work laptop until postcanon. Generally REALLY sheltered, would get addicted to the first video game she got to play. Probably Animal Crossing.

-Secretly read every book of Warriors as a middleschooler but it became unsecret when she got into a fight with Haru about who could do a better human!Scourge cosplay.

-As an adult Kisa is taller than her.

-Mega lightweight with pretty much everything. Will either LOOSE IT and have an anxious breakdown or space out staring at the wall for 3 hours if she drinks coffee. Would probably be strongly affected by too much sugar. Strictly prohibited from drinking alcohol.

-As a child tried to convince the boys that the zodiac girls all had cooties

-Either can't swim or taught herself in her stupidly large tub.

-Sensory issues, does badly with bright lights, loud/annoying noises, non neutral temperatures, ect.

-Has perpetual cold icicle hands

-Crashes through several rebellious teen phases as an adult trying to find herself postcanon. Bleaches her hair and dyes it some unnatural color in the bathroom, immediately regrets it and dyes it black again. Nobody ever knows.

-One time ate a leaf because she was bored and has -10 impulse control

-Makes other people order for her at restaurants

-Postcanon she has a pencil box FULL of animal shaped squishies Tohru gave her

-Was one of those kids that got A's without studying (also canonically homeschooled and ik that crowd)

-Starts painting her nails black after she meets Hana. Likes the symbolism

-Called Hatori her brother by accident once and they both silently agreed to never speak of it

-Rin anonymously mailed her the "I'm sorry women" hat

-Realized she had almost no interests and started ping ponging between hobbies as she tried and then ditched them upon not being immediately amazing at said hobbies. Eventually is given encouragement to keep on trying instead of giving up because she believes she won't be good at it. One of the things she liked was doing stuff with flowers, but she initially ditched it after she killed all the plants she tried to take care of (@ Akki, lying flopped down on a windowsill: Why is everything I touch destroyed… @ her dead flowers: *are dead*). She goes back to it though when she realizes accidentally offing some plants is not a universal statement about her morality and eventually figures it out. Is told to get a personal creative project to work on by her therapist and she sits in the garden and makes a little journal with entries about the flowers and their symbolism complete with illustrations.

-Connected, has a weirdly large amount of flower symbolism and lore memorised postcanon because of this (@ Tohru: wow a pretty flower! @ Akito: Ah yes, the poppy, did you know it symbolizes death, dreams, an eternal sleep… though is an eternal sleep not as good as death? Are dreams a small taste of what's to come? Also did you know they contain opi-" @ Tohru, confused but likes listening to her friends talking about their interests: 😶)

-Would probably do good with a pet cat for emotional support once she gets over the Sohma biases and can be trusted to take care of an animal.

-The Sohma mansion is always out of hot water because Akito uses it all taking hour long angst baths in the giant tub.

-Uo+Hana+Akito have a sleepover were Uo and Akito are talking and are just like wow we both sure had a thing for the same dude because of varied ulterior reasons haha that certainly doesn't mean anything and Hana just sits there wanting to bang their stupid heads together like rocks

-Due to general isolation and probable lack of exposure to "memery," I believe that Akito Sohma would fall for the "updog" trap, in this essay I will-

-Akito full on doesn't remember how old she is. Someone's just like "how old r u?" and she's just like (internally) "How long have I endured existing in this wretched world? Hmm" *sweats in the passage of time doesn't seem real when you dissociate in a dark room all day*. Nobody else remembers exactly either. (That's why Shigure put an "I think" on the end of his "he's in his 20's" lol) Hatori can remember if he needs to but that's because he has her medical records. One time one of the younger juuni is like how old is he??? And they talk for 30 minutes and only come up with "has to be close-ish to but older than Yuki and Kagura. Didn't go to school. Was he born or does he just exist???

-Akki would be that one person that's always cold and has to be lent sweaters by their friends when they're out. You go into Akki's room postcanon and there's a pile of sweaters on a chair that where SUPPOSED to be washed and returned but just haven't been yet

-If Akito was an animal she'd be a cat... claws, dramatically lounging around all day, climbing all over people, attacking and then being like??? But I want love??? I did nothing wrong??? She's got the vibes.

#ask #akito sohma #hc #fruits basket #thanks for enabling me lol

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axe-trio-commanders · 4 years ago

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OC Interview: Zori Sunblade

Draw (or use an old drawing, don’t worry!) or take a screen of your character in an interview setting and make them answer the following questions!

INTRODUCTION

Can you introduce yourself?

"That, uh... depends- this isn’t going on public record, right? I mean- not immediately?” [redacted] “Okay, yeah, after my death is... well- no, maybe Seremnis’ death. Or whenever she wants- okay, give it to her after my death and she’ll- yeah. Okay.” Shuffling and creaking of leather. “Zori Sunblade, member of the Sun warband, magister of the priory, pact commander by title, uh... oh- leader of Dragon’s Watch. And uh. Charr. Ranger. Uhm... hi?”

What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

“...Uh... I think...” mumbled “...burn me I hope I remember the meaning of these right, been a while-” regular voice “Uh- she/her... lady friends, so far, and- actually been married for a while.” [She shows of a ring around her left-hand ring finger. Its gem gives off a faint glow.] “Still sort-of figuring out what that means, but I think I’ve got most of it down.”

Where and when were you born?

"...I, uh... hm. Lend me some paper and quill?” [Paper and quill is lent.] “...So it’s... 34, and that was... 25, when I was...” [She nods and taps the pen affirmatively on the paper.] “1306 AE, at, uh... all I remember or have been told is growing up in a fahrar around Rin.”

What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

“That depends. I can snipe pretty good with a longbow, but torch and axe are my go-to for close range... sometimes a dagger if I need to be a bit less conspicuous.”

Lastly, are you happy?

“...Well, that uh. That escalated quickly, huh?” laugh “Ah... sometimes. Sometimes... it’s- I guess I don’t clearly remember now if it’s harder than it used to be, but... I’m working on it.”

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

“Dragon’s Watch is my family. As is my warband, Aurene... Canach’s in there somewhere, too. It’s... I dunno. Some of them... still look up to me, I guess, after everything- some of them know me to well, some of them... I don’t know. Warband’s... complicated, right now, and I’ll probably always worry about Aurene... the people that know the most want to help, I know they do, it’s just... it’s hard to believe things will get better sometimes.” laugh “Probably not the best thing to hear from the charr you’ve put in charge of saving Tyria for the past nine years, huh?”

Have you ever ran away from home?

“...I... I don’t know. Maybe that’s what I’m doing now- burn me, I... really don’t think I can go back to the legions now, regardless of if things are changing or not. Don’t really think there’s been another... place I’ve ever called home.”

Would you consider marriage or having children?

“I mean- kinda too late to have second thoughts on marriage, huh? Ah, not that I would. I don’t think I’d want to live without her at this point, being honest...” Tapping of claws “...Cubs, though... I don’t know. Not now, definitely. If I’m going to be taking care of cubs, It’s not going to be at a time where I can’t do it myself. Be there for them. Burn me, I’ve had far too many examples of what happens when you don’t.” Pause “...Have sometimes fantasized about a quiet house somewhere in the woods, though. Whenever the disaster’s over.”

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

“...Why would you call them your friends if...? No, if that was even a question. I’ve made it very clear who I hate, and... burn me, I guess... yeah, the only one who isn’t dead is Phlunt. And... Bengar, probably. Not sure if he’s, uh. Stable, right now? Not- I mean I don’t go out and murder whoever annoys me, that’s not- it’s a short list. It’s a very short list. I’m not going to murder someone over, like... burnt toast or something. That sort of thing is reserved for endangering my family.”

Which friend knows everything about you?

“...I- mm... I... some of them know more than others. Definitely, people in my family know more than people outside of it- ...burn me, I... I think, alltogether, if everyone I knew pooled knowledge they’d have everything, but... not any one. It’s... it’s habit, I guess.”

ASKED BY FANS

“Please tell me you’ve filtered these beforehand.”

Are you literate? Have you been to school?

"Okay, good start, uh... I mean, I’ve been through the fahrar, obviously, and I’m also a priory magister- I learned a lot more about the... being literate there, but at this point in my life I’m writing-fluent in New Krytan, old charr pathfinding symbols, ancient orrian... in the process of learning a couple others, too. Can’t hurt.”

The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

Snort “I’m not allowed to die. I mean- burn me, what else am I supposed to take away from the fact that I died- actually went-to-the-mists died, and got told by the messenger of a human god that I, of all people, could go back? Had to, in fact? ...Burn me, I should probably be happy about that, but. Implication’s aren’t great there.”

What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

“...That I’m... that there are people who’d miss me. Not- not miss the commander, but... I expected people would- mourn, write songs or whatever once I actually kicked the bucket, but it’s all a bit... hollow, when most of them don’t even know my name- and to some degree, that’s purposeful. They can- they can mourn the role I filled, the stuff I did, that’s fine, that’s not going to destroy them, not going to hurt for more than a... week, maybe. And everyone else- even the closest people- burn me I’m supposed to be dead. Not only was I, but there’s no- there’s no logical reason I’ve survived all this. Gods and Elder dragons have wanted me dead- entire factions, powerful people- I’m not allowed to die by- by fate, or whatever, but nothing else in Tyria wants me here, so I- you expect people to expect it, at least. To be prepared for it. I want them to be, for their own sake, but...” long sigh “...I... tried to get my warband to leave. Now that they knew... where I’ve been. What I’ve been doing, and... it really shouldn’t have been such a shock that they were worried about me. That... that they, and... everyone who knows how bad it’s gotten wants me to get... better. That I even have that option.”

Do you have mental health or physical issues?

quiet “...I don’t think any of us came out of this unscathed.”

What is your current main goal?

“...I think... I think I will just- just focus on getting better, now. I- burn me, it’s going to give me anxiety like nothing else to leave this to anyone, but I’ve- ...guess this is the first I’ll say it outside of closed circles, but I... I think I’m giving up the title of commander. I don’t think- that’s not going to mean I’m not around, I’m... probably not even leaving Dragon’s Watch, but... it’s time to hang the regalia up, at least. Leave the final say to someone else.” Laugh “Definitely not gonna miss the politics. May I never have to see Phlunt’s face again.”

CHOICES

Drink or food?

“...Oh, the hard questions are over now? Er- sort of? ...I mean, you need both to... live, so... Hm. I mean- I’ve had some really good food, Dragon’s Watch has one of the best chefs, but- if you’ve ever had an entire jug of water past the height of the moon, you know exactly my dilemma here.

Cats or dogs?

“This is what we call a ‘false dichotomy’. Both. Duh.”

Early bird or night owl?

“...I, uh. I’m not sure I’ve had a steady sleep schedule, for... five? Years? I guess if you do want to wake me up without either food or news of immediate disaster that needs fixing, I might consider physical harm, so... whichever one that is.”

Optimist or pessimist?

“That depends. On the subject of how good today’s food will be? Optimist. On Phlunt ever caring for anything other than his own pride and wellbeing? Pessimist.”

Sassy or sarcastic?

“...There’s a difference? Everyone I’ve met has both or neither.”

HAVE YOU EVER-

-been caught sneaking out?

“Nope. I was raised Ash, and I was good at it.”

-broke a bone?

“...I... I don’t think I have, actually. Probably got just about every other possible injury, but... not that yet.”

-received flowers?

“...I, uh. Eheh... The, uhm. The first time my, uh- now-wife sent me flowers, I... didn’t know what they were for? And sort of. Ate them.” pause “...They were... definitely not meant to be eaten. They were anonymous- she told me about it later- so I thought someone was trying to poison me until a close friend explained what getting flowers meant.” pause “...Burn me, I have no idea how long she was trying to flirt with me until I managed to catch on.”

-ghosted someone?

“...Have I mentioned the time I burned to death?”

-pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get?

“...Wait, that’s- that’s a thing? I could have been telling terrible, incomprehensible jokes this whole time and I have no way to even know?! I- ...no, I haven’t, I guess. I just sort of... sit there confused...”

“...That’s the last one? Really? Sort of an awkward way to end it. Well, uh... remember the release protocol we agreed upon. Whole buncha people are gonna be upset if you don’t- most of which know how to hide bodies. Not... not sure why I know so many of that type of people, to be honest with you.”

#zori sunblade #oc interview #icebrood saga spoilers #path of fire spoilers #yes i did do the math on those years. yes i am making this cannon.#yes zori is 28 years old as the current story stands #there's a good reason most of the charr she knows think of her as a cub

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hua-mo-jin-is-a-cutie · 5 years ago

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Here are my vocaloid headcannons oops

Miku: All of her emotions are very intense. Screams a lot. Oblivious and kinda dumb af. Doesn't like when people touch her hair because it's so long and tangles easily.

Gumi: has at least 10 personalities. Would eat salad for every meal. Very excited about baby carrots because they're her favorite snack but tiny and uwu. Also a badass bitch who will step on you. Hypersexual. A ball of energy tbh.

Luka: Mom friend. Tired of everyone's bullshit. Needs some piece and quiet away from the kids. Goes drinking with Meiko. Tries her best to be a good role model. Raging Lesbian.

Ia: Always tired. Literally does nothing but sleep in her freetime. She only wears comfy clothes unless she has to wear an uncomfy thing on stage. Totally dating flower. Could beat you up, but would be too spaced out to really notice your insults in the first place. Seriously she's always disassociating. Really loves space. Probably studies astrology when she has the energy. Loves her sister ONE dearly (tbh ONE probably does most of the houshold chores and cooking. Poor baby.)

Flower: gender queer icon. Does not care about pronouns at all. Punk fashion, cold attitude. Really caring if she likes you, Really mean if she doesn't. Likes to nap with Ia. Beats people up for Ia since she never notices. Baby. Cares for her kids (Hime and Mikoto)

Rin: Group baby. Cries easily. Large stuffed animal collection. Very anxious bean. Hates school. Easily succumbs to peer pressure. Loves video games (both casual and competitive. Very good at splatoon.)

Len: Demon twin. Dirty nasty boy. Probably horny. Makes fun of Rin for her stuffed animals but has a lot if action figures. Loves video games (casual gamer in secret cuz he thinks it's embarrassing. Almost as good at splatoon as Rin. They play league together. ) hot headed. Twig, not strong at all.

Meika Hime: Baby. Sensitive uwu bean. Literally cannot be sad. Knows a lot about plants! She's a sleepwalker. That causes problems if she tries to nap in a tree (something she does often probably). Loves sweet foods, refuses to eat her veggies. probably has a cavity. Tries to be intimidating, but it only works on Flower and Mikoto.

Meika Mikoto: Doesn't talk much. Knows a lot of random trivia, but brings it up at really convenient times. Plays with bugs. Tired of waking up to a mess in the kitchen because of Hime's sleepwalking tbh. Will begrudgingly eat veggies. Brushes their teeth like a good kid. Doesn't try to intimidate, but it happens accidentally except to Hime and Flower. Awkward around most people.

Una: Gumi considers her a little sister! Has drastic mood swings. Loves aquatic Like. Lives and breathes to study the ocean. Loud! Very chaotic. Her room seems cluttered and organized at the same time. Probably has ADHD. Clumsy.

Big Al: He either scared you on accident or he made you laugh so hard your drink came out your nose and there is no in between. He's kinda shy at first. Soft spoken man. Likes old timey music. Just let grandpa read his newspaper in peace. Loves Sweet Ann with all of his heart. Literally buys her flowers like once a week.

Sweet Ann: Sweet as pie. Makes really good pie. Seriously like her pies. Southern belle. Strong lady. Can ride a horse. Very good at square dancing. Out of touch with the youngsters, but tries her best to be included. Has a lovely garden.

yeah that's all I got. Sorry if I didn't include your fav but these are the vocaloids I think about the most so idk. lemme know if you agree with any, I know some are a little hyper specific. oops.

#VOCALOID #headcanon #vocaloid headcanons #miku #luka #princess tutu #len #gumi #v flower #ia #one #cevio #sweet ann #big al #una otomachi #meika #meika hime #meika mikoto #vocaloid kagamine

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heynikkiyousofine · 4 years ago

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This chapter is a little shorter than the others, but I wanted to go ahead and get it posted before the weekend, Chapter 9 will be posted Sunday.

@keichanz @neutronstarchild

Three days passed by in a blur. Kagome spent her mornings training with Miroku, Sango and now Inuyasha. A few times, King Toga graced them with his presence to see her progress and find out how she was doing. She hadn’t seen much of him lately, noticing he was held up in his meeting room most of the time with King Sesshomaru, who never spoke to her whenever he arrived again with his troops. Not taking it to heart, she understood there was a fight coming and they were probably busy with preparations.

She could shoot her arrows extremely well, hitting a bull eyed every single time now, her arms sore and exhausted, but could learned she could send pure power with her arrows, shattering the side of the weapons shack in the process. She also learned she could grow things fairly fast, but that was more draining. She almost passed out yesterday, trying to sprout a tree in the field they were standing in. When she almost passed out from the drain of power, Inuaysha snarled at Miroku and Sango as he caught her and carried her away to his tree as he liked to call it. There they had spent a long time, missing lunch, talking to each, getting to know each other better. It was also where she snuck him a few kisses, letting him hold her in his embrace. There they had talked about everything until dinnertime and even strolled through the gardens at night before bedtime, where he would kiss her hand gently before wishing her sweet dreams.

A few times, they had gotten into arguments over silly things, both of their tempers equal in their passion, before laughing at the situation and making up. The king and queen always laughed at them, glad someone could help put their sons antics in his place. It made for an interesting few days.

Today was the final day of training before they left for the borders tomorrow. She wondered if her home still stood standing. Inuaysha, Miroku, Sango and herself would travel through the forest again, not wanting to draw too much attention to Kagome, while also gathering more allies from the mythical creatures. King Sesshomaru and King Toga would take their armies and travel the roads, greeting the people as he went. Sango’s brother would follow the kings, while Shippo would stay behind at the castle with Rin, Queen Izayoi and Queen Kagura. A troop of men would stay behind as well, in order to protect the castle and its inhabitants.

Her afternoons were spent walking through the gardens with her books, reading more and more about her heritage, the past and her parents. She was accompanied by either Queen Izayoi or Sango, and occasionally Kagura before she would tire out for a nap. Shippo spent more of his time with Rin and the local village children. It was there, when no one else was around, she helped the flowers grow in the garden. She had finished a bush of roses when Inuyasha strolled up behind, kissing her cheek before grabbing her free hand. Warmth spread through her as she smiled at him.

“Mother said you asked for some new clothing for tomorrow?” He inquired, an eyebrow raising, looking more like his father.

Laughing Kagome only nodded at his question, not wanting to go into too much detail. She had expression her concerns to Izayoi in private and decided to surprise everyone with her “costume change” as Izayoi had put it. It arrived this morning in her room before she left ,after changing for lunch. She was excited for something to help with her fighting and her wings, while not getting too close to her legs either.

Not understanding why she was keeping this a secret, Inuaysha let it go. Squeeing her hand softly, knowing they would have to head to the dining hall soon for dinner, he turned to her, a serious expression on his handsome face. “Kagome.” Stopping in her tracks, she looked at him and waited for him to begin.

“Tomorrow and on out, it won’t be the same as in the castle. I know we are headed near your home, but I want you to know I promise to protect you with my life. We are only stronger together and the past few days have been blissful, but I just worry about you. Once Naraku knows who you are, nothing will stop him from trying to get to you.”

Understanding where he was coming from, she nodded and smiled at him. “I agree Inuyasha, from here on out, we protect each other. I’m not some damsel in distress. I can protect my own.”

“Damn right, woman.” He rumbled heartily, “Let’s go get dinner. I think Father has something big planned.” He rolled his eyes, knowing his father loved celebrations and frivolous feasts.

As the night wore on, everyone gathered around the dinner table, discussing happy memories, hearing the tales of Shippo and RIn and sharing jokes with each other. Inuaysha and Kagome sat next to each other, simply enjoying the company of their friends and family. After they strolled through the garden one last time before bed, Kagome and Inuyasha kissed passionately in their tree, as his father now deemed, making them both embarrassed as can be at dinnertime, not wanting to part from one another just yet. They knew the next day would change everything and while Kagome felt she was prepared and ready to fight for her people and get her mother back, she didn’t want to end this little time of happiness. She swore to herself as she crawled into bed that night, that she would do whatever it takes to protect everyone from Naraku.

Golden rays flittered in the room, Kagome opened her eyes, her mind blank as she sat up. She knew she needed to keep calm and level headed from here on out, while she practiced her meditation. Toga had spoken to everyone briefly yesterday about the plan of attack and how Kagome was to kept hidden until the right time. Word of Naraku traveling, his henchmen and himself towards the border had been trickling in since she arrived at the castle. They were going to meet him at the borders, before he could cross into the Northern Kingdom, with King Koga and his men coming from behind at the southern border to trap them. It was then, when Naraku would show himself during battle, and try to take the Kings’ life’s and powers that Kagome would show her true self and hit him with an arrow, sealing him into a tree that she would sprout from the ground. While she had been practicing and knew she was ready for battle, she was still nervous.

A soft knock came to her door, when she went to go answer, Queen Izayoi stepped in. Watching her with a wondering expression, Izayoi simply smiled and told her she wanted to help her get ready. She was excited to see her in this new costume, they talked about things while Izayoi helped tie the bodice on Kagome’s back.

“My dear, I want you to know, you are always welcome here. I understand that you will probably want to go back to your home after the battle, and I bless your relationship with my son completely, just don’t forget to visit me once in a while.” Izayoi simply stated, watching Kagome’s cheeks flush. How many times can I blush in this castle? Kagome thought grumpily.

Agreeing, promises were made and Kagome walked to stand in front a full length mirror attached to her wardrobe. Gasping, she was astounded and speechless. Deciding to forgo her pendent until she could get her outfit on, she loved what her reflection showed. She was ready. Smiling at the queen, Kagome pulled her pendant over her head, walked arm in arm out of the room, towards the breakfast table, where everyone sat, ready to dig in.

As goodbyes were said, and two crying children were comforted, Kagome gave a now sniffling Shippo the tightest hug, told him to be good for the queens and watched as the castle doors fell away from sight, riding along her horse. Glancing at her, Inuaysha, grabbed her hand, squeezed it tightly and smiled at her softly. She looked stunning in her outfit, truly fit for a queen going into battle, with her weapons strapped to her back and knife in her boot. While he longed for her wings to be flowing in the breeze, he knew she was being cautious until the time came. With MIroku and Sango trailing behind them talking softly, they began to trip to the borders, knowing they would reach the area a day or two before the troops. He had planned on taking Kagome back to the meadow, where he would ask her if she would officially be his mate when they defeated Naraku.

It took almost three fulls day to get near the borders and the meadow, stopping quite a few times along the way to gather Kagome’s friends and their allies. Gnomes trailed alongside the horses, Kagome striding next to two unicorns and fairies flying about. He knew they existed, for having seen a few of them on his travels through the forest. He wondered in astonishment how many there were, for more kept joining the group wanting to fight Naraku. At one point, he hope the large ogre at the very back would be a good partner to take down Naraku’s henchmen. He had a bone to pick with Bankotsu, Kagome told him what happened the night her mother was taken. Growling softly to himself, he missed the worried look from Kagome.

“Inuaysha, let’s go for a quick walk and stretch our legs?” The small, fiery woman suggested, grabbing his hand. Nodding in agreement, they wandered away from the campsite, near the flowing stream. “We are almost to my home. How are you holing up? You’ve been so quiet the last day or so.” Kagome asked softly.

A sigh escaped his lips before he could respond. “I was just thinking of the man who took your mother and tried to force himself on you. I’m sorry for worrying you koi.” He wiped his hands down his face in agitation.

Smiling at the fond endearment, Kagome smiled, “I get it. I know this is a lot for you, we keep gathering more friends. I didn’t know there was so many out there like me and word spreads fast for them. We could use all the help we can get.”

“I agree, I’m just tired from riding on my horse for so long as this slow pace. I don’t want to get there too much earlier before Father. Thank you for checking on me, I should be checking up on you.”

Nodding in agreement and understand, they began to head back towards the campsite, when Inuaysha tugged on Kagome’s hands, stopping her and pulling her closely. Touching her cheek softly, he looked in to her eyes. At night, they reflected the stars around them, shimmering so bright, he could get lost in them for hours.

“Kagome, I’m worried about tomorrow and what we will find. I don’t think there is anything left of your home.” He hated saying this out loud, knowing she probably already had thought of this, but he wanted to protect her heart as well.

“There was fire the night I left, so I doubt there will be much either. I just want my mother to be okay. If they don’t have her with them, if she’s dead or she’s being held in the castle, I just don’t know.” She sighed sadly, leaning into his touch.

Her feelings so intense, he hastily pushed his lips to hers, making her gasp quietly. They stood there, ravishing each other, this kiss full of heat and passion, while also unspoken words saying that they may not get to do this for quite some time, if ever again. There was so much uncertainty and Kagome felt hot tears stream down her cheeks. Stopping to catch his breath, Inuaysha brushed her cheeks with his thumbs, rumbled softly for her and kissed her forehead, while she clutched his hands tightly.

“Come on, let’s go get situated for the night, I want you to hold me.” She whispered back, taking his hands again, while they strode back to camp, both with content smiles on their face.

The next morning, as they emerged from the forest line, near her former home, Kagome’s heart stopped when she saw the blackened wood of her old home. Around her, the flowers were almost black from the flames and the charred well near the home was nearly dry. My home is gone, she thought sadly. Feeling Inuyasha grab her left hand, Calliope land on her right shoulder and Sango reach for the right hand, she took a deep breath while everyone began to set up camp in the cleared area. The ogre and some centaurs had started to move the burnt wood, making a fire pit for everyone to gather around. Oblivious to the woods around them, no one noticed a set of glowing red eyes, near the eastern border, clouded by a small barrier with miasma, watching the group with hungry eyes.

#inuyahsa #inuyasha #kagome #mirsan #inukag #inukago #au #inuyasha au #au fairytale #inu no taisho #inu no daiyokai #izayoi #sesskagu

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nerdycatastrophe · 4 years ago

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Idk did some pixel art and I’m now gonna attach my danganronpa fancharacter biographies because I can :DD (sprite edits, character details and designs are subject to change btw and this very post will be re-blogged everytime I edit something.)

W/ SCARF AND BEANIE

Name and Talent:

Ikani Rinyu, Ultimate Digital/Multimedia Artist

Birth Date and Age:

February 13, 16 years old

Race and Ethnicity:

Polynesian Japanese // Filipino Japanese

Accent:

Japanese, just...japanese.

Blood Type:

A+

Weight and Height:

128 lbs, 5'2 ft

Mental or Physical disorders:

Recovering Pyromaniac (I’m still researching about Inattentive ADHD and if this oc has accurate symptoms) and Peptic Ulcer

Sex, Pronouns and Gender identity:

Biologically Female, Prefer She/Her/Herself & They/Them/Themself or any pronouns & Demi-girl

Sexual and Romantic orientation:

Asexual Biromantic

Religion / Belief:

Agnostic

Other Hobbies:

Cooking, Baking, Making things out of matchsticks and wood and Drawing traditionally.

Likes:

Making digital artworks, playing with match sticks and flowers.

Loves:

The idea of setting things on fire or being around fire (for emotional reasons and urges) and warmth.

Dislikes:

Theft-related activity, acidic food and seafood.

Despises:

The idea of water and feeling cold.

Personality type and traits: ISFP

(INTROVERTED;SENSING;FEELER;PERCEIVING)

Personality description:

Ikani is mostly self-aware of reality’s hardships yet tend to keep up an ‘’whatever goes, is what happen and I cannot potentially do anything to change that.’’ carefree, reckless, will only believe when she has seen attitude that pretends to be a healthy optimistic nihilist way of dealing with life but when unmasked turns out to be a faulty uncertain self-hate of pessimism that pretends to be optimistic or a realist way of thinking and solving problems. This can badly affects her creative ability to do any problem solving, thinking outside the box or standing up for herself and the people she loves alone unless she has encountered that situation before or has help from someone with far more experience. She does not rebel that much to authority or dictatorship as she believes rules are rules or the law is the law and whatever unintended consequences that follow or reports of abuse of power are normal and natural but she’s open-minded and adaptable enough to consider changing rules and regulations peacefully if she’s convinced or confident enough. Either way, Whatever happens is whatever happens in the present and she won’t make any effort to neither change or preserve any rules or laws that much. She, most of the time, follows whatever happens in the present world with no consideration for the consequences that would follow because she doesn’t like to think philosophically or overthink.

Habits:

Stimming, flapping hands around, running around in circles when stressed, excited, happy, confused or afraid if she can’t bottle up her emotions, Running away from problems as much as possible (literally and figuratively) and bottling up her feelings. Also tends to get distracted and daydreams a lot yet when it’s her turn to talk about herself she goes a little overboard which can put off people and assume she is selfish. (when it’s just a habit she does)

Character morality alignment:

Lawful Neutral <-> Neutral Good

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 1:

Ikani Rinyu once translated from Japanese to English respectively means ‘’How’’ and ‘’Renew’’ forming the phrase, ‘’How renew.’’

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 2:

Mess with the letters on Ikani and you’ll get ‘’Ikanai’’ which means ‘’Don’t go’’ referring to her brother, ‘’Ika’’ which means ‘’not exceeding’’, ‘’Kanai’’ which means ‘’Flower’’, ‘’Kani’’ which means ‘’crab’’, ‘’Ikan’’ which means ‘’Fish’’, ‘’Ani’’ which is another term for ‘’brother’’ and ‘’Ni’’ which means ‘’to go’’

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 3:

Mess with the letters on Rinyu and you’ll get ‘’Rin’’ which means ‘’Cold’’ in Japanese and ‘’Dignified’’ or ‘’Severe’’ in Italian, ‘’Inu’’ which means ‘’Dog’’, and ‘’Rinu’’ which can mean ‘’Freelance of flowers’’ and ‘’Beautiful’’ or ‘’Pretty’’ in Indian.

Zodiac and Planet:

She is an Aquarius and is assigned the planet Uranus based on her zodiac.

Backstory:

Ikani Rinyu was born as a second child to a worker class family (Rinyu family) who mostly had time for her. Many years went by and her parents had to focus on things they deemed far more important in order to sustain a family with regular income. Her family’s income condition worsened when the day before Ikani 7th birthday, She, her brother and her parents were robbed of a lot of yen at gun-point by a gang after they went to the store and bought a digital tablet for her as a gift (because they felt as if they were neglecting Ikani because of work). After the incident happened, Ikani's mother divorced with her husband because it turned out that Ikani's father had connections with the gang that robbed them and never told her about it. Another reason for her parents divorce is that both of her father and mother had an underlying conflict in which both were never really interested in each other and only agreed to marry back when they were friends so that they can decrease their tax and avoid debt and they both felt guilty about divorcing each other because both felt that they were selfish with their underlying mutual motivations for marriage, they were still saving up money and investing and couldn’t afford to divorce early, and that divorcing will affect their children greatly if they will be honest about it to them at an early age (suprise suprise, bottling up your feelings worsens everything, yourself and everyone around you). This robbery incident went mainstream after the time Ikani’s mother divorced Ikani’s father and her remaining family was secretly interviewed by a group of ''journalists'' and this is how (insert academy name) found and scouted Ikani just so they can replace and -cover up an ultimate's death.- So her mom and the group of journalists made a contract in exchange for financial gain and basically free education for Ikani and her brother and also medical + financial insurance. Ikani started setting things on fire (mostly flowers, sticks and wood) on ‘’accident’’ just to gain attention from her busy mom, brother and everyone else she was close to and was forming a relationship with, in which her ‘’habits’’ slowly spiralled and developed into impulsive Pyromania because she felt that she was never loved enough + with her parents divorce taking a toll on her (her brother tried to help but also didn't know what to do and was busy with their own school). Around this time, she also felt like eating would decrease her family's money greatly so she tried skipped eating snacks at school but not basic meals yet she still developed peptic ulcer. On her 11th birthday, Ikani’s brother finally took a stand and consulted a ‘’reliable’’ therapist/psychiatrist and a dietician (who helped with the insert academy's goals) despite it being expensive and discouraged by her mom. Her therapist/psychiatrist then noted to her parents that Ikani should focus more on expressing her emotions in more artistic and creative ways in order to cope with her bottled up emotions, trauma and urges and using the digital tablet she got at age 7 when everything was still relatively alright should be a good head start. Her dietician also helped her with resolving her peptic ulcer and convinced her that she shouldn't feel bad about eating extra snacks and set out a diet for her to follow. Soon, The academy’s contract money given to her parents was enough to sustain her creative urges as Ikani eventually learned to create moving and still digital artworks including complex 3d and photography by simply using her tablet that had limited features over the years despite her age as she contributed to many famous and iconic company logos, designs, presentations, artworks, animations, movies, edits and videos that are found in the media. Over the years, Ikani secretly wished that the contract would stop as that diverted corporate's financial wants for themselves because of her hidden relations with the academy journalists and she wishes she was never born and regretted that time she was too ''needy'' at age 7 (she shouldn't blame herself though) but never took her own ground against it to her mom as she felt like she was selfish for wanting to do something her mom didn't desire so she ended up ONLY EVER venting her emotions through her work/hobby and sometimes forgot how to express her emotions.

Reasons for acting the way she does during the killing game:

The reason why she doesn’t vent her emotions and only bottles it up during the killing game is because just like in the original Danganronpa series, Monokuma would confiscate your belongings that allowed access to communicating with the outside world (and it just turned out her only venting item was a digital tablet that would probably screw up Monokuma) Also, it’s because the idea of ‘’Survival of the Fittest.’’, ‘’Being weak will kill you.’’ and ‘’No time for crying because it is not yet over’’ is in her head all the time + fear of being impulsive again and accidentally resurfacing her Pyromania and basically rendering her brother’s efforts to help her with her problems useless so yeah she’s guilty of wanting to feel emotions so she eventually becomes numb to the things happening around her. All of these are her ways of justifying being emotionless, being unintentionally ignorant and coping with loss and grief in a dangerous game that could kill you any moment.

Student percentile, Predictability and chances:

>Gets killed normally: 30%

>Punished and killed for breaking rules OR due to unfair trial misconduct shenanigans because plot: 4.6%

>ATTEMPTED to murder someone: 20%

>Blackened AND escapes: 10.5%

>Blackened BUT executed: 25.5 %

>Killed someone BUT died during or before their murder trial: 9%

>Betrays everyone as the MASTERMIND: 1.5 %

>Betrays everyone as the MOLE // TRAITOR: 5.7 %

>Survives the killing game as an forever evil MOLE // TRAITOR // MASTERMIND in the killing game: 0.8 %

> Survives the killing game as a redeemed MOLE // TRAITOR // MASTERMIND in the killing game: 0.3 %

>Survives the killing game as a normal person in the killing game: 35%

W/ VISION CORRECTING VISORS

2. W/ VISION CORRECTING READING GLASSES

3. N/A EYEWEAR

Name and Talent:

Cyl Bol // Cyden Boliver ^ Ultimate Arcade Attendant

Birth Date and Age:

July 9 ^ 15 years old

Race and Ethnicity:

Dutch Japanese

Accent:

Russian mixed with Dutch and Japanese

Blood Type:

B-

Weight and Height:

100 lbs ^ 5'5 ft

Mental or Physical disorders:

Developing schizophrenia symptoms (I’m still researching on this so I’m not sure) and PAPD (Passive-Aggressive Disorder) and has genetic Albinism + Astigmatism.

Sex, Pronouns and Gender identity:

Biologically male, Any pronouns but They/Them/Themself and He/Him/Himself are preferred, Gender-fluid

Sexual and Romantic orientation:

Toric // Quadrisan or Viramoric

Religion / Belief:

Reformed // Progressive Judiasm (yeah, this the correct term-)

Other Hobbies:

Debate, Internet surfing, Meditation, Reading philosophical/theology books, Practicing first-aid methods and crushing herbs.

Likes:

Salt, Bread, Dieting (fasting), Figs, Bread, Wheat and Grains, Krupnik with meat

Loves:

Philosophy, Theology, Basic human rights, Debating, Eating Chopped Liver

Dislikes:

The taste of pork (im sorry for adding this if it feels a little bit racist but I genuinely hate pork and I wanted to add it to a character that fits it the most without being too ignorant and stereotypical while still making the character that dislikes pork have an actual personality and backstory other than just RELIGION stuff. keep in mind this character hates pork not because it’s ‘’unholy’’, it’s because it tastes horrible for them), Immature // Karen customers, His own talent, Seeds, Human contact, Getting sick and parties/social celebrations.

Despises:

Strict people, Strict rules, Strict regulations, Dense and stubborn optimists, Peer pressure, Being taunted for being weak // frail, The sun’s warmth and sunlight, Going outside, Backstabbers and being manipulated.

Personality type and traits: INTP

(INTROVERTED;INTUITIVE;THINKING;PERCEIVING)

Personality description:

Really really intentionally and maybe unintentionally paranoid, superstitious, ‘’weird’’ passive-aggressive and lonely since it's his way of avoiding unnecessary conversations that could drain out his energy for him to save up on topics he deems far more important (philosophy + theology) and people that could potentially hurt him again unless they specifically ask him or want something from him for a short // limited amount of time and say it extremely extremely politely to the point where he feels pity or someone out-smarts his passive-aggressiveness causing Cyl to do your favor immediately out of embarrassment, anger, frustration or getting flustered. Most of the time, Cyl has a rather nihilistic and pessimistic (but sometimes, realistic and optimistic at times) views and mindsets of life and would rather die rather than following strict regulations // rules. Although he is a passive type of Nihilist and knows there isn’t that much value in life despite searching it (even with religion), He still is sort of a coward and ends up helping other people out of pity, jealousy, admiration or respect and will still be willing to fight for people’s rights things society deems unworthy despite the odds and his diminishing motivation on doing so. Cyl prefers to be individualistic, thoughtful, overthink for hours, alone and free when it comes to him making decisions or going onto places. Although he’s an INTP, He allows his emotions to run wild at times (even if in the process, hurting other people whether he realizes it or not) which allows him to make thoughtfully calculated decisions without having the burden of emotions and mood. Because of his defiance against the norms, He can usually think outside the box and think of solutions quick enough to solve an underlying problem on time in an creative yet messy analytical manner. Also yeah he struggles following rules.

Habits:

Praying a bit too much than usual, Rapidly cleaning visor goggles // reading glasses even when not needed, Limping hands and fingers to relax hand tendons, muscles and bones and tugging at Hanukkah snow cap when embarrassed / flustered.

Character moral alignment:

Chaotic Neutral

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 1:

Cyl is an abbreviation of ‘’Cylinder’’ which indicates the lens power your doctor is prescribing to correct your astigmatism (and this oc has astigmatism)

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 2:

Bol can be an abbreivation for Broek Op Langedijk (a dutch town), Beacon of light, Bread of Life, Bolivia’s (sounds like Boliver) ISO Country code, Beginning Of Life and Balls Of Light (paranormal phenominon associated with crop circles) Name Etymology and Shenanigans 3:

Cyden is of English origin and means "To stand strong and be brave together as one" and Cayden is of American origin and means ‘’Fighter’’

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 4:

Bolivar is the name of the South American soldier that had a country (Bolivia) dedicated to him. Oliver is a boy name that means ‘’Descendant Of The Ancestor’’ in English, In latin it means Olive (symbol of peace); peaceful. Olive is a girl’s name meaning ‘’Olive tree’’ and is another symbol of peace.

Zodiac and Planet:

He is a Cancer and is assigned the ‘planet’ moon based on their zodiac.

Backstory:

N/A (ITS ALMOST 2 AM LOL MAYBE TOMORROW)

Student percentile, Predictability and chances:

N/A (ITS ALMOST 2 AM LOL MAYBE TOMORROW)

#Ikani Rinyu #Cyl Bol #Cyden Boliver #Ultimate Multi-Media Artist #Ultimate Arcade Attendant #Danganronpa : Even in Digital Equality #Danganronpa Pixel Art sprite #Danganronpa #Danganronpa Fancharacters #Danganronpa OCs

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shima-draws · 6 years ago

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Shima please tell me about your galaxy brain human Lucario AU I wanna know how it all pans out

NDASKMADMLASMKSA OMG ANON I am more than happy to share :'D This got really REALLY long, I hope you enjoy a good read lmao

So we have. Lucario. As a human. Possibly named after an actual Pokemon Lucario, idk. He's still Aaron's apprentice—trains under him at the castle to become an aura user. However, human Lucario is like. 15, making his connection to Aaron that much more powerful bc he's pretty much baby and Aaron's in his mid twenties practically raising this kid by himself. Lucario views Aaron as kind of a father/guardian figure? He's still so uptight at this point tho;; and he views Lady Rin as a mother (which. Is. SOFT). Rin and Aaron might be in love, it's hard for Lucario to tell, he doesn't Romance. He just focuses on his aura training. Pssh.

Fast forward to the time of the Big Pokemon War. Aaron realizes the only way to stop the fighting is to go find Mew at the Tree of Beginning. However he knows that this is a huge sacrifice—and knowing how loyal Lucario is to him, Aaron knows he'll follow him and be subjected to the same fate. And Aaron's like—Lucario is just a kid, you know? He still has so much more to experience and live for. So while it fucking breaks his heart to shatter Lucario's trust in him (for the time being) and totally ruin his father figure status, Aaron "betrays" Lucario and traps him inside the staff. It's some crazy magic aura crystal thing that seals something inside of it, whether it be a Pokemon, human, spirit, or whatever else. At this point it's also for Lucario's safety—bc nothing can really touch him while he's in there, and they're in the middle of a war, so yeah it's just really good timing and planning to protect his kid. However Aaron, being the adorable himbo dumbass he is, kinda forgets that this is an aura crystal, and therefore needs aura to "unseal" it essentially, which would set Lucario free. Unfortunately after Aaron goes to the Tree and gives up his life to stop the war (cue Titanic music) there's not really any other aura user around. They're pretty rare, even way back then;; so Lucario falls into a deep slumber, being sealed, and is kept there for about 1000 years.

And then!! Ash fucking Ketchum enters the picture!!

Lucario is suddenly woken because he senses Aaron's aura nearby. Absolutely pissed at Dad for leaving him behind, Lucario escapes from the staff and goes to attack, but stops when he realizes Dad is actually not Dad, it is adorable 14 year-old boy who has a similar aura to Aaron. Cue a very disgruntled teenager running through the palace, totally out of place and confused. Eventually he's stopped by Lady Ilene, who explains what's going on. Naturally Lucario's heartbroken—not only is his master/dad/guardian dead, but so is his mother figure, and everybody else he'd once known in the castle. Bc Ilene looks so similar to Rin, Lucario takes comfort from her. Ilene does her best to console him and asks if he'll do her a favor. He leaps at the chance to make her happy—apparently he's a sucker for getting good Parent Figures to like him—and agrees to go help Ash and co. find Pikachu at the Tree of Beginning.

Instead of Lucario doing the Naruto run ahead of the group (which like. How the fuck is he so fast...) he actually sits in the car in the passenger's seat with Kidd doing the driving for him, bc hell if a human can run for that long and not be totally wiped out afterward (also he just woke up from a 1000 year nap. Yeahhh. Not gonna happen.) Also baby has no idea what the fuck a car even is so he's a bit nervous around it, and Kidd's like "Um yeah no I'm not letting you drive. Just tell me where to go" so Lucario uses his aura to lead her. Things progress p much the same way, with Lucario getting strangely attached to Ash despite not wanting to, at all, but it's hard because Ash is just Perfect and a Good Boy and pretty much gives Lucario the sort of attention he craves. Eventually tho that all comes to a head when Ash brings up his friendship with Pikachu. Lucario's still bitter about Aaron and honestly can't bring himself to trust any of them—and is pissed at himself for having taken a liking to Ash despite that—so that leads into their giant fight in the first step of their enemies to lovers trope. Ha. Even so, he still gets consoled by Max (and is given CHOCOLATE!! Which is the most fucking heavenly thing he's ever tasted), and witnesses Ash unable to sleep bc of his honest worry for Pikachu. Lucario does some Deep Thinking to himself about his relations to the group.

The next day, the group activates the Time Flower that recorded Aaron's entire abandonment of Lucario. Believe it or not being a young kid in training for a war tends to give you a bit of trauma, so Lucario freaks out a little and starts attacking the hollow projections of the enemy Pokemon. Ash manages to calm him down. Lucario collapses and asks why Aaron had abandoned him. What did he do wrong? Why would Aaron turn against the kingdom? Why did Aaron trap him in the staff? He doesn't know shit and it's frustrating. Ash comes up to him and apologizes, and as soon as the waterworks turn on Lucario's like oh nooo. Oh NOOOO. Here's this boy laying his heart out on his sleeve and is so honest and open and sincere that he can't help but feel awful for how he treated him. Lucario immediately forgives Ash and is like "I will now protect you with my life" bc Ash is baby and Lucario realizes for the first time!! He's made an actual friend with somebody that isn't his dad or the queen! And if he's friends with Ash that means he can be friends with Brock and May and Max and Kidd too. The prospect is EXCITING. He can trust these people now, he knows, because they saw what happened and they believed him about Aaron. They're choosing to side with him over the "kingdom's hero" and that honestly means a lot—it's a huge commitment and Lucario's just. Super grateful that he has a group of people backing him up. Lucario promises himself that he'll reunite Ash and Pikachu, bc if he were given the chance he'd reunite with the people he once held dear too. Ash and Pikachu really care about each other and Lucario admires and respects that a lot and he wants to make Ash happy so!! He's like. It is my personal mission to see that we find Pikachu successfully. And Ash is just like :'D !!! And it's that moment when Lucario realizes that he might like Ash a biiit more than he originally thought he did. Huh.

Literally not even 30 seconds after that revelation Regirock attacks and Lucario almost has a fucking aneurysm because he JUST made friends with these people!! And now they're going to get killed if he's not careful! Story of his life. He immediately shifts into Protect Ash Mode™ and hurries everyone to safety. Things are crazy. Lucario has too much of a burden on his shoulders. He's stressed. But Ash is with him and that makes things a little bit better so he focuses on getting them to where they need to go and protecting them along the way. Big job for such a young kid. Whew!!

Traveling through the Tree of Beginning, weird antibodies keep voring people, and it's not fun. At one point Lucario takes the bullet for Kidd, but is mysteriously released (probably bc of his aura and his connection to Aaron, who gave up his life, which gave energy to the tree and to Mew. So there's a connection there. The tree kinda sees Lucario as one of its own.) Finally, finally! Ash and Pikachu are reunited! Lucario can immediately sense how close they are and how much of a bond they have. Seeing someone with so much history with Ash makes Lucario a bit shy around Pikachu, but it’s cool, they warm up to each other eventually!

Right after this, Ash and the others find out that May, Brock and Max were devoured by the antibodies. Lucario barely has any time to grieve for them before the Regis burst in and essentially trap him as Ash and Kidd are attacked by the cells next. Lucario watches in absolute horror as Ash is swallowed up. It’s like Aaron all over again—and this time it’s worse because Ash hadn’t done anything wrong, and Lucario had really come to trust him and admire him as a person. It’s absolutely fucking heartbreaking. He watches in hollow-eyed despair as Pikachu and Ash’s other Pokemon cry over him. Everything sucks. The world is a nightmare. Lucario almost wishes he’d gotten swallowed too. Why is it always him that’s the last one standing, the only one left, the remainder to deal with the carnage and the loss by himself? Then Mew performs its voodoo magic and lo and behold!! Ash and the others are miraculously revived! Lucario is absolutely overjoyed and relieved. It’s then that he realizes he’d be absolutely devastated if he lost Ash for good—even more so than Aaron. At this point he’s kinda come to terms about Aaron’s death, though it still hurts because there’s so many questions left unanswered.

Of course right after this Mew collapses and everything goes to shit again. Great. (Can he get like five seconds to maybe just breathe?? Idk.) At the center of the Tree of Beginning, Lucario finds Aaron’s gloves and things start to click into place. Maybe...the stories were true? Lucario activates the Time Flower there and realizes what Aaron had done, his noble sacrifice, and why he couldn’t bear to get Lucario involved. Lucario breaks down in tears bc he’s so relieved and yet so unbearably sad. Aaron was like his father. Someone who cared for him so immensely and deeply. Aaron urged Lucario to continue on and live his life to the fullest—that’s what he wanted for him, after all. But at this point Lucario isn’t sure if he can. Mew needs saving, after all.

Lucario decides he’ll follow in Aaron’s footsteps and save Mew, no matter how sad it makes him to have to leave his new friends so early. Ash immediately protests, along with Kidd, and Lucario tells them that it’s a risk he has to take, just like Aaron. Mew and the Tree need his power more than ever now, and he can’t just abandon them. He starts to pour all of his aura into Mew, but it’s not enough. Ash puts on Aaron’s gloves and jumps in, deciding to help out. Lucario is grateful but also very panicked because Ash literally just came back to life—he couldn’t bear losing him a second time, especially since he already lost Aaron. Lucario tries to bump him out of the way but Ash absolutely won’t let him!! If they’re going down they’re going down together. Ash tells him that he can’t watch Lucario take on the burden by himself over and over—that he wants to split the weight and make things even. Cue a very emotional tense moment between two boys about to sacrifice their lives together. Neither of them want the other to die, but they don’t really have a choice. Mew absorbs their power and then…

Lucario wakes up.

And he’s alive. Holy fuck!! (There’s no fucking way I’d kill him nope not happening not this time bitches)

Apparently splitting the burden of giving one’s life energy to another with a second person eases the consequences—leaving both Ash and Lucario alive (which makes him realize that if he’d gone with Aaron all those years ago and split the burden, both of them would have lived. But strangely Lucario wouldn’t trade that opportunity for what he has now.) Ash literally jumps on him and hugs him so tight he nearly dies a second time, but it’s fine. It’s a good way to go.

The tree is safe, and so is Mew. Ash rejoins the others, bringing Lucario with him. They all have a merry little reunion, and then head back to the castle together.

At this point, Ilene thanks Lucario for all he’d done—for Ash and co. and for the tree and Mew. She then sets Lucario free—saying he can do whatever he wishes, he can follow any path in life he wants to now! Suddenly there’s a whole world full of possibilities, and that world is there for him to explore. He can practically hear Aaron encouraging him to take a step into the unknown, journey to his heart’s content, make tons of friends, and master his aura. Except Lucario isn’t really sure he wants to take the trip by himself. He bashfully asks Ash if they’d be alright with him joining them. Ash is absolutely fucking ecstatic, of course. He asks Lucario to teach him how to properly use his aura, and Lucario has a big self revelation moment like “The student has become the master” and it’s magical. So we hit off a brand new adventure with Lucario traveling with Ash, Brock, May, and Max, and teaching Ash how to hone his aura! Which gives us more aura Ash moments, which everybody craves! And it’s kinda gay and lovely!!

And that is my rewrite happy ending for Lucario and the Mystery of Mew thank you goodnight ✌️

#Shima answers questions #Pokemon #Pokeani #Lucario #Long post #Ash Ketchum #Aurashipping #Anipoke #Lucario and the Mystery of Mew #Human Lucario #May #Max #Brock #Shima’s AUs #I had FUN writing this LOL #Hope you enjoy uwu

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kyosohmastan · 6 years ago

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Furuba Character’s Wedding Dresses

I started thinking about how the girls would look on their wedding day so I went in search of dresses that I think suit their style and personality!

Tohru

There has to be pink in her dress...because it’s Tohru. She would pick a blush dress because she knows her friends love seeing her in pink. It wouldn’t be anything very extravagant since she and Kyo had a simple wedding (as is said in the banquet book). She would have some lace flowers in her dress and it would be long-sleeved. She needs a dress that makes people notice her and not the dress because she already has so much natural beauty.

Rin

Rin would be the hottest bride ever. Her dress would be mostly sheer with lace and also be fitted to her body so it shows off her figure. She would mostly wear that kind of dress because Haru would request it. I can see him being like “You need to wear something that barely covers you” in which Rin would slap him, but then go with it to make him happy. That’s her style anyway so she doesn’t mind lol.

Kisa

Kisa’s dress would be bold and big. She’d look like she just came out of a fairytale. Since Hiro imagines her as a princess, she’d want to fulfill that image for him. So when he sees her in her dress, he would die! There would be some bling in the dress and it would be off the shoulder. She would probably wear a crown as well.

Kagura

I see her in a high-low with some lace detail at the bodice to give her that girly look she always has.

Of course, Hana’s dress would be black! She’d look like a gothic queen. I like how this one has feathers at the skirt because I can see that in her dress. It would be long-sleeved and topped off with a black veil.

Uo would wear something plain with no straps. I like the idea of satin on her. I can actually see her wearing a pants-suit as well, but if she wanted to look a smidge girly for once, she’d go with this.

Kyoko

Kyoko didn’t wear a wedding dress since she eloped, and she didn’t want to go through with the traditional wedding anyway, but Katsuya insisted lol. If she had to wear a dress though, it would be short with not much to it. But it would still make her look elegant.

Let me know if you agree with me or not and what you see them in! I don’t know if any of them would go with a western wedding, but if they did, this is what I picture.

#imagining tohru in a wedding dress makes me smile #i would DIE for an official illustration of that #fruits baske #furuba #fruits basket 2019 #fruits basket headcanon #fruba rp #fruits basket manga #fruits basket spoilers

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fuwafuwamedb · 5 years ago

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You Have To Preface With “In A Dream” First (Gudako, Arjuna, Karna, Hakuno, Rin, CasGil)

“You know, it occurs to me,” Rin looked around at the room as the rain came pelting down on the side of the building, “you both never talk about your husbands.”

Hakuno paused from her chess game, glancing over at Rin.

Gudako, in the midst of writing something down, also paused, glancing over at Rin.

“…Do we need to talk about this?”

Gudako couldn’t agree with Hakuno more.

Ever since Rin had gotten over the monumental hump of ‘I am dating a servant and now I am married to said servant so my feelings must now be obvious to everyone,’ she’d begun this large and rather obnoxious need to talk about Cu Chulainn whenever she got the chance. Not that Caster Cu ever minded. The moment she began to boast about how perfect he was, the man would simply swell up in the chest and raise his head a bit higher.

No Gae Bolg? Well, Rin was enough of a cheerleader that the man didn’t seem to notice anymore.

“I’m just saying,” Rin replied, “I think it might be because we all know that I have the best husband.”

“You’re the only one with a husband,” Gudako pointed out.

Gilgamesh Caster paused, accompanied a second later by a soft cursing.

“Hakuno?”

Hakuno was looking towards the board, ignoring everyone for a moment before they saw Gilgamesh shift.

“…Gil, this counts as domestic abuse,” Hakuno murmured.

“Tell your friends.”

“They are my colleagues.”

Another shift and Hakuno cursed under her breath.

“Gilgamesh and I got married about three months ago. It was a week long affair. It was hot and sweaty most of the time.”

Another shift. Hakuno gave the man a look before sighing.

“…Gilgamesh has been a fine husband. He takes care of me well enough.”

“Enough that she will no doubt want to join in your boasting of how fine a husband she has by discussing her own,” Caster agreed.

Hakuno looked more ready to complain.

“Cu and I could always help give you both pointers. Cu’s a great husband to me. He doesn’t need to help get me to talk about him.”

She probably meant well by that. Hakuno was clearly uncomfortable talking about it. Caster Gil was clearly pushing the conversation along. Between the two, anyone would want to lend a hand, but that phrasing just seemed to make them both stiffen.

Hakuno crossed her arms.

“Our wedding was a half hour at most. The rest of the week was devoted to personal time and intimacy between myself and Gil.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to push it. I have the best husband.”

Hakuno frowned further. “Gilgamesh is every bit as caring as Cu Chulainn can be for you. They both teach us more magecraft.”

“Cu teaches me a lot of things.”

Gilgamesh gave a soft scoff, smirking. “Hakuno is a natural at things in the bedroom. The most practiced of prostitutes themselves would blush at how eager and now practiced Hakuno can be.”

“Gil,” Hakuno gave him another glance, those eyes staring straight into the depths of his spirit.

“You seemed to need assistance.”

“I remember my wedding,” Gudako sighed.

It’d been an odd dream, filled with elephants and flowers and ceremonial outfits and henna tattoos. She’d been blushing away.

“Elephants?”

“Henna?”

Gudako paused, looking at the three.

Had she said all that allowed?

“You married Arjuna?” Rin asked.

“Nah, probably Karna with elephants involved.” Hakuno shook her head before she looked over at her. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“No, Gudako definitely gets along better with Arjuna.”

“If by get along, you mean tolerates. Karna doesn’t get enough attention in this place.” Hakuno stood up. “I’ll go ask him.”

“And then we’ll talk to Arjuna, because he is clearly her husband.”

The doors opened as Gudako went to point out that she was unmarried. The two servants spoken of stared into the room, sensing the strange atmosphere.

“Perfect,” Hakuno smiled.

“I agree,” Rin drawled. “Arjuna! Karna! Which one of you wants to marry Gudako?”

The two glanced at one another and before turning to them all once more.

“I do,” they both replied together.

Gudako bit her lip.

It was probably time to leave the room.

#drabble #drabbles

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mei-rin-blossoms · 5 years ago

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♥️ ♣️ Send a playing card to my ask box! ♦️ ♠️ @ask-zhang-qing

A♥️ - Who was the first person your muse ever fell in love with?

Canonically? Sebastian Michaelis. But during out adventure here, on tumblr? I don’t even remember. My goodness, it’s been 7 years! I have never thought I’d stay here for half this time!

2♥️ - What’s your muse’s family like?

This depends on the verse and on the thread. Usually, since her family is dead, the only family she has is her friends. But yeah - in modern verse, she sometimes does have her father, who is simply abusive.

3♥️ - How would your muse react to a confession of love?

Blush. Maybe even faint. She is not used to hearing that someone likes her, let alone feel anything more.

4♥️ - What are your muse’s thoughts on starting/raising a family?

Mei-Rin is in a true need of a family. Although she has been an assassin, she’s soft at heart, and really wishes to find someone with whom she could spend her life with, and who would be the father of her children.

5♥️ - What was your muse’s most heartbreaking separation/divorce/etc?

Canonically none. During the 7 years of my rping here, I guess it’d be the break-up she had with @darklyevermore ‘s Alan, or maybe when @bone-biscuits-and-marmite ‘s Undertaker left her when she was expecting.

6♥️ - What sort of charity work has your muse done?

None; though, when she sees someone in need, she tries to share whatever she has. Still, she’s quite poor.

7♥️ - Has your muse ever cheated or been cheated on?

She is not quite the person who would cheat, and I cannot really remember any thread in which she would be cheated on.

8♥️ - How well does your muse perform in social situations?

Honestly? She’s just as socially awkward as I am. Therefore, she’s simply terrible. She’ll faint, stutter, maybe even run away.

9♥️ - Has your muse ever had unrequited feelings for someone?

Yes. Usually it is this way. Canonically, it’s Sebastian, but there have been some threads in which she was in love with people who did not love her back.

10♥️ - What was the last party or social event your muse went to?

Uh... I can’t really remember? She’s not the party person, and she’ll rather stay away from these kinds of things. Though, if I recall it well, it was a masquerade.

J♥️ - Who does your muse consider their best friend?

Finny and Bard, and she won’t ever be made to choose just one of them. They are her brothers.

Q♥️ - Who is someone special that your muse always thinks about?

Canonically, there are a couple of such people, starting with her young Master, through Sebastian, and ending with her fellow servants. As in rp, I think this person is @a-murder-of-muses ‘s Ryat. Just because they have known each other for a long time. Like, really long.

K♥️ - Who does your muse look up to as a role model?

Sebastian. He’s the perfect servant, and she wishes she could be one, too.

A♣️ - What’s your muse’s strongest talent?

One would say, her perfect aim. I say, her devotion and unconditional love. If she loves, she loves forever, and no matter what. And this is a kind of talent.

2♣️ - What topics of conversation does your muse enjoy the most?

Every. Sometimes she needs to talk about idle little things, like books. Sometimes she needs to talk about life. It depends on the situation.

3♣️ - How creative is your muse?

Not really creative. I think she’s mainly too scared to accept her own creativity, and therefore, she won’t develop it.

4♣️ - What does your muse have the most passion for?

I think books. She loves reading (even though she mainly reads romance books), and if she was given a day off, she would most probably spend it lying in the garden full of flowers and reading.

5♣️ - What would your muse change about their current lifestyle?

Probably she would wish that it was not necessary for her to kill anyone ever again. She would wish to be just a maid, and nothing more - as long, of course, as her young Master is happy.

6♣️ - How do your muse’s “gut feelings” usually turn out?

Mei is not the best at forecasting. Sometimes she’s scared something will happen, and it turns out to be completely untrue - but she’s mainly afraid that it she has hopes everything will be all right, she will be deeply disappointed.

7♣️ - Has your muse ever felt “trapped”, either figuratively or literally?

Yes. For the great part of her life, she has been trapped, doing a job she has never wanted to do. Now, she’s trapped by her own mind and memories, from which she cannot escape, and she doubts she ever will be able to live a free life.

8♣️ - What is your muse the most stubborn about?

She. Won’t. Have. Anyone. Take. Care. Of. Her.

Like, she’s a strong and independent woman! Well, of course she’s not, and she needs lots of help, but she hates to admit that, and she’ll need to get really comfortable with someone before she lets them take care of her.

9♣️ - What is your muse’s proudest accomplishment?

The fact that she’s more and more competent as a maid. That no longer does she break everything, and sometimes she is almost good.

10♣️ - When was the last time your muse took a vacation or trip?

She hasn’t had a vacation in a long time. But, if you can say it was a trip, she went on a spying mission with Lan Mao.

J♣️ - Who does your muse trust the most?

Bard and Finny, canonically.

But, as in many of the previous questions, it’s verse-dependent.

Q♣️ - Do other people consider your muse charming?

She is sure people don’t like her, and see only the worst things in her. But that’s not really the case, some actually see her as an endearing one.

K♣️ - How important is integrity to your muse?

It’s really important. Of course, she has her own moral system, with which some would not agree, but she believes that things that have to be done simply need to be done, and there are no excuses.

A♦️ - What is the most important message your muse has ever received?

Canonically, I don’t remember one. In some of the threads, it’s usually a message that she’s got a job. That actually changes her whole world.

2♦️ - How important is money to your muse?

It means nothing to her. Of course, it does make life easier, but she believes one can be happy without it - or sometimes it’s even easier to be happy without any money - because money means trouble.

3♦️ - How does your muse handle indecision?

Very poorly. She’ll look for advice, but she’s bad at asking for it, so in the end, she usually makes very poor decisions.

4♦️ - Is your muse more of the patient or instant gratification type?

She feels temptation quite often, but - surprisingly enough - she is quite patient. She loves the thought of how wonderful it’ll be to indulge after a long time of waiting.

5♦️ - How often does your muse change plans?

Not often. Something really important needs to happen for her to change her plans. Usually she won’t plan if she’s not certain it’s the right choice, so it’s hard to make her change her mind.

6♦️ - Is your muse responsible with their money?

Since she’s been poor her whole life, she’s definitely a responsible one. As I mentioned before, she feels tempted rather often, but she’ll think twice before spending money, and quite probably, she’ll rather save than spend.

7♦️ - When was your muse the most down on their luck?

Once again, thread-dependent. But canonically, I think it’s the beginning of the manga, when she does everything - everything - wrong, especially breaking her glasses, which means she really cannot do anything right, for she simply doesn’t see.

8♦️ - Has your muse ever received money or gifts from a mysterious benefactor?

No, never. And even if she did, she’d try to find out who it was, so she could somehow pay back.

9♦️ - How much money does your muse spend on average?

As much as it’s necessary for her to live a normal life. Sometimes she gives in to the temptation, and buys herself a book.

10♦️ - How financially successful is your muse?

Probably more successful than one would believe she’d be, considering she is but an orphan. But actually, yeah, she’s poor.

J♦️ - Who does your muse do the most business with?

Her fellow servants.

Q♦️ - Has your muse ever been gossiped about or participated in gossip?

She hates to admit that, but yes, sometimes she, too, enjoys gossip. She’ll rather avoid spreading it, but she likes to hear some news. As for being gossiped about, I can’t remember such a situation.

K♦️ - If your muse were to start their own business, what would it be?

Either a coffee/tea shop, or a book shop. There was a thread where she had a flower shop, too.

A♠️ - What was the most painful loss your muse had to go through?

Losing her childhood friends, Yan and Hao. Also, that moment when she thought she had lost Sebastian forever.

2♠️ - How often does your muse wish to be left alone?

Quite often. She doesn’t like to be in a large group of people, and sometimes even Bard and Finny are too much. However, she cannot be completely alone for an extended period.

3♠️ - Does your muse ever let anyone see them cry?

Sometimes, yes. But usually not; once again, she hates when people may see her as weak, and tears are a sign of weakness.

4♠️ - What’s the worst injury your muse has ever recovered from?

As a punishment, she was usually beaten. There were times when her boss almost beat her to death, and yet, she’s still alive - just scarred.

5♠️ - Has your muse ever had to change their lifestyle in a major way?

Yes. First, when her parents died, and she needed to get used to the street life. Then, when she was forced to become an assassin. And after that, when she started her job as a Phantomhive maid. Recently, when Ciel returned, and they were all kicked out of the manor.

6♠️ - Does your muse believe in fate/destiny?

Yes. But she also believes in one’s ability to change it.

7♠️ - What’s a hard truth that your muse has to learn/has learned?

That things hardly ever go the way we want them to go, and it’s better to just grit your teeth and go on, even if it hurts.

8♠️ - What does your muse work the hardest for?

She wants to be a proper servant and prove her worth to the world.

9♠️ - Has your muse ever felt forced to change?

She feels that all the time; after all, she does not want to be an embarrassment or shame, and this is what she believes she is.

10♠️ - How does your muse cope with grief?

Not well. Mei-Rin isn’t good at coping with any emotions, because she’s really sensitive, and therefore, she’ll cry a lot, and sometimes grief would make her almost unable to function normally.

J♠️ - Who would your muse most likely end up in jail with?

Finny and Bard.

Q♠️ - Does your muse manipulate others easily or are they easily manipulated?

She is quite easily manipulated. Threaten her friends, or play with her emotions, and she’s all yours.

K♠️ - What is one thing your muse considers a grave injustice?

The fact that there is so much suffering in the world, and there is nothing one could do to change that.

#askzhangqing

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coaldplay · 6 years ago

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Promise of Mother’s Love: chapter 4 - “Let it go”

Three years later.

Summer.

Naruto didn't like Mondays. Not because it was a Monday and a beginning of the week. No. He didn't like Mondays, because it was the day of learning fuuinjutsu.

He went to the grandpa a few times a week, always just after Academy lessons. He stays there until Mirai comes and takes him back home. Sometimes, it was a happy moment. Sometimes, he was sad it was over.

Today, it would be of 180' degrees opposite of the latter. Like every Monday.

He sighed today for what seemed the 100th time. He was sitting there, on Monday, in grandpa's house, on pillows, just next to a low table, with Sarutobi-sensei. He called him Sarutobi-sensei only during these lessons, and in a sole purpose of mocking the old man.

He was sitting here working on fuuinjutsu, instead of doing something productive. He didn't consider fuuinjutsu useful. It wasn't. For him, it was just drawing weird stuff on a big roll of paper.

He sighed again.

"Today, Naruto, you are exceedingly active."

They worked together, sitting opposite to each other.

"Yeah... no joke."

Naruto heard a soft laugh.

He sighed again. He was so sleepy.

"You didn't get enough sleep today, Naruto?"

"You know it's not that, Sarutobi-sensei. It's fuuinjutsu. It's so boring."

"Will you stop calling me sensei, please? It sounds strange from you. And this surname..."

"You are my sensei, though. Should I just call you by Hiruzen only?"

Hiruzen winced.

"No, no. That is just too much."

"Yeah... it almost didn't come through my throat."

"Happy we agree on this, Naruto."

"Sure. You're welcome."

Hiruzen sighed mentally. Mentally, because he didn't want to be like Naruto, who had a strange habit of sighing. He must've learned that from the Naras, and there it went, trying to pass itself down on him. He would not let it do that to him. Not in a million years.

He sighed, physically.

"Fuuinjutsu isn't boring," he muttered.

"Something's wrong, Sarutobi-sensei? You ain't so young anymore. Don't forget that."

"You will never let me forget."

"Bingo!" he shouted playfully.

"You play bingo, Naruto?" Hiruzen asked surprised.

"No."

"So how...?"

"Just saw it the other day. You should go there. It's a game for people just like you. Old people. Maybe you'd finally meet a sweet old lady? She'd make you tasty cookies. Everybody knows how much you love 'em. Real tasty cookies. Delicious."

Naruto very much liked to make fun of him. He would make a fine comedian in the future, if he wasn't training for a shinobi.

But the good atmosphere had to end, when Naruto finally showed him his work, full of hopeless hope.

"Again."

The very-soon-to-be a nine-year-old lost his patience though.

"How many times do I must tell you, that I don't make it in fuuinjutsu?" said Naruto, annoyed, folding his arms.

Hiruzen didn't answer at first. He never reacted to anger. He reached for his pipe and began to rub in the tobacco. It wasn't until he almost ended to do so, when he started speaking, noticing Naruto calmed down a little.

"Naruto, list all areas of shinobi practice."

Namikaze looked at him in surprise. It took him a little off guard.

"The ninjutsu, the taijutsu, the genjutsu, the kenjutsu. And last, but not least," he spread his arms, showing work in front of him, "the fuuinjutsu."

"Oh, yeah, how very much he likes to show off," thought Hiruzen, laughing inside. He only nodded his head though.

"Yes. Now list the most famous masters of each of them."

"Hmm?"

It surprised him even more. This talk had made no sense to him, but whateva.

"Start with genjutsu."

"Genjutsu... it's probably Kurenai, Kurenai Yuhi? Hey, hardly anyone masters genjutsu, so it was easy."

"Oh, oh, yes. You're right. Kurenai is a genjutsu master, indeed. Kenjutsu?"

If he named Itachi or Shisui, he would get a little worried.

"It's a little harder. I think either the samurai from the Iron country or the Seven Masters of the Sword, from the Mist."

"Taijutsu?"

"Honestly, I don't know. This Maito Gai... or was it Guy? He is said to be very good, but I don't believe it."

"Oh? Why?"

"He looks so stupid! How does someone like him could be a taijutsu master?"

"You would be surprised, how much differs an outside look from what's on the inside, Naruto. You must know a person better before judging one. Remember that. And for you know, Maito Gai is a powerful taijutsu master. What about ninjutsu?"

Naruto looked at him suspiciously and folded his arms.

"Admit it, this whole talk is only for making me say that you are best at ninjutsu."

Hiruzen laughed at this.

"So don't say it, Naruto. What about fuuinjutsu?"

Naruto looked down.

"My father, the Fourth Hokage."

Hiruzen popped his pipe.

"Yes, Minato is one of the best living people, when it comes to fuinjutsu. But you are wrong."

It surprised Naruto.

"How is that?"

Hiruzen pointed his finger at the painting hanging on the wall.

"Could you take this off and bring it here?"

"Okay..."

He felt that he knew the sign from somewhere, but he didn't know from where. It felt as if having a word at the end of the tongue, but one can't say what word it is.

When he sat down and put the painting on the table, the Third asked:

"What do you think about this, Naruto?"

"I've seen this sign somewhere, but I don't remember where exactly."

Hiruzen nodded approvingly.

"This is the emblem that is placed..."

"...on shinobi jackets! Of course!" finished Naruto, facepalming himself.

Painted was a red vortex circle on a white background.

"Yes. Every shinobi of Konoha, as I told you, should know the basics of every field of ninja arts. Without these basics, you can't be an effective shinobi, Naruto."

"Yes, yes, I know, you don't have to repeat yourself, old man."

"This is not the only reason, Naruto, that I want to teach you fuuinjutsu."

"Really?"

"This symbol you see here is an emblem of the Uzumaki clan, Naruto. You see, in the first year of the Academy, you study the history of Konoha. The First and Second Hokage were from the Senju clan. Members of both these clans, Uzumaki and Senju, were very distant relatives. Their common roots were, ohoho, very ancient times. A thousand of years, at least. Half-legendary. What you don't learn at the Academy though, is that the Uzumaki clan was once Konoha's most faithful and greatest ally. My sensei's wife, the First Hokage, was from the Uzumaki clan. Her name was Uzumaki Mito."

"Uzumaki clan... was? As if, they aren't there anymore?"

Hiruzen nodded sadly, looking away.

"Twenty-four years ago, during the war, Uzushiogakure, home of the Uzumaki, was conquered and destroyed. Every man, woman and even young ones. Every building, there is no stone left on another stone. Few Uzumaki survived. Only a few families, which was because they were far away from home during the invasion. They did not have a home to come back to, so one of those families came here, to Konoha. It was them, who taught your father fuinjutsu. A lone mother with one daughter."

"Maybe...?"

Hiruzen shook his head.

"No, they won't teach you. Unfortunately, the woman who was your father's sensei died shortly after she passed every bit of her knowledge to Minato. Huge loss, I say."

"What about the daughter?"

Hiruzen gave him a long look.

Naruto deserved to know, It wasn't that big of a state secret really, since she died and who knows where Kyuubi is now. And she was Naruto's mother. He could not tell him though, that they suspected suicide... he was too young for that.

"She died not long after her mother."

Naruto nodded.

"It was during a mission to find other of her clansmen." Hiruzen added.

And Naruto felt it was a lie.

Kakashi stood with flowers in his hand in front of Memorial Stone.

The fact, that he was here, wouldn't surprise anyone. People knew, where to look for him, when he was, almost always, running late.

People used to be full of respect for his mourning. As years slowly passed, it didn't raise such feelings no more. Only politeness, which he found mocking. He preferred when people felt anger and irritation over his stupid mannerisms.

Sometimes though, they who knew, just looked at him with pity in their gaze.

He thought, they didn't remember another Kakashi, who wasn't standing in front of Memorial Stone for hours no end. Who was arrogant and laughed at them for their inability to stand against him; and who was, at the same time, strangely likeable more often than not, although he himself didn't know why that seemed to be the case.

Strangers were overwhelmed by his fame. Ninja, who knew a thousand jutsus, right?

No more than a two hundred.

Chidori no Kakashi, they named him. Kakashi of a thousand screeching birds.

Ain't helping with making new friends, is it?

Didn't help him with the ones he already lost.

His friends no longer remembered the Old Kakashi. As far as there has ever been someone like that, for he wasn't so sure anymore.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into years. His whole past... from before... was just an abstraction, incomprehensible and foreign.

These years today turned into a decade. What he had become?

"Let's go," said Minato Namikaze. Kakashi felt like a beaten dog, when he followed him.

Obito and Rin were buried side by side on Hokage's orders. The Uchiha clan and Rin's parents tried to protest, but his sensei was adamant.

At least in this way they will finally be together.

This, however, did not comfort anyone. Silver-haired only saw the irony that was spitting on his face. Obito's body wasn't even here. Only Rin's.

"Why, Rin, why? Did you really want to meet him so badly? Didn't you know what promise I gave to him?"

He could say no more, before he fell to his knees in front of the grave and cried.

Hours later. Same place.

A figure in a black coat appeared out of nowhere.

Obito took off his mask. He wanted Rin to recognize him.

If only he could, he would save her from them. From Kakashi. If only he could make it back in time.

Obito looked at the grave that was marked with his name.

He felt no feeling, except one and only one, which was the only thing that gave him his strength.

Love he still felt for her. Always. Since the time, he first laid his eyes on her.

He stood there for a while, not speaking.

If only he could make it.

"It's time," said black Zetsu, who was without white half.

Fugaku didn't look up, when the door to his office opened.

"Sasuke, it's late. Why aren't you in bed?"

He didn't ask for anyone. And no one ever comes at this hour. It must be his second son again. He thought he was too big for that, but apparently he was wrong.

There was no answer.

He waited for a few seconds, still a pen in hand, writing.

Only then did he look up.

And he frantically stood up, knocking over the chair. He immediately took a stance, ready to fight.

"Who are you?! What is this intrusion?!"

In front of him stood a tall figure in a dark coat, just as tall, reaching the floor. It had also very long sleeves.

A mask with flaming patterns was visible from under a wide hood. It only had one hole, for the left eye.

"Who are you?! Speak, damn you!"

"You really don't know who I am?" the man asked in a puzzled tone.

"Is that some kind of a stupid joke?! Why would I know that?!"

Madara expected Fugaku to recognize the mask. It seems that the Fourth has concealed at least some of what happened nine years ago.

"You should know. After all, we're both Uchiha."

"Who the hell are you?! If you are actually an Uchiha, you should know that such intrusion is considered an assault on the clan's head. The penalty is death."

"I know. I created that law, mind you."

What?

"What?"

The man in the mask sat down in front of the desk. His every move was observed by Fugaku.

"Sit."

That voice... there was something about it, that made him feel a twinge of fear.

Even if he was an Uchiha, he was something utterly different.

He took his chair and placed it on its place.

He sat.

"Now, we can talk. And, you heard me. I created that law. My name is Uchiha Madara."

Laughter, terror, surprise. Calm. Madara was impressed by how quickly Fugaku managed to calm his mind down, though his face showed suspense.

"Whether or not you believe me, it does not matter. I haven't come to take my place from you."

Fugaku didn't like this tone.

"I thought the First Hokage killed my predecessor in Valley of the End."

Madara pointed to a place, where there would probably be a second hole for a right eye.

"Izanagi."

Fugaku nodded. He wasn't very surprised. It was a kinjutsu, but Madara must've known it. The elders suspected this, but kept it a secret from everyone outside.

It could be considered an act of treason. At this point, the irony of that statement was laughable.

"Why are you hiding your face from me?"

However, the fact that these suspicions turned out to be, at least maybe, true, disturbed him nonetheless.

"Only a few people are still alive, who keep the knowledge of what I looked like in their memories. It will be finally forgotten, when they die."

Fugaku raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"Why are you disturbing the peace of this village, Madara?"

Fugaku sensed his eyes on him. He looked into the hole in the mask and watched it closely.

Sharingan.

"Is that what you call peace? What you name peace, I call calm before the storm. Let's talk why I am here."

Autumn.

No one said a word about Fourth Hokage, even though they were at his son's ninth birthday.

Naruto was sitting on the windowsill and watching Konoha's night panorama.

He couldn't sleep.

His father hasn't come. Again.

Today were his 9th birthday. Everyone who did come, long ago went to their homes and laid asleep in their beds.

He couldn't take his eyes off of this city' landscape.

Konoha was sleeping. Yellow light from the lamps, who were only light sources except the moon, created a melancholic vibe.

A clock on the wall in his room showed one o'clock at night, but he wasn't weary. What he felt, did not feel like that.

He sure was often tired. Academy courses, Third's lessons. He felt a slight consolation in that from today, he was a genin. Officially.

He dreamed about it, he truly did, but now it felt bland. Like it was just another day, that one becomes genin. That was a peak moment in his life and yet, now, when he was alone, and it was late at night, he couldn't feel the happiness he certainly did feel, when he got the news.

For his father, even though he gave him a promotion, did not come to celebrate his birthday. That was so much different from years before.

The wind blew strongly. Sound of rustling leaves filled the empty space between his heart and body.

Somewhere in the distance dog barked.

Naruto jumped off the sill on the floor and opened the window as wide as it was possible.

He liked the cold. When the wind blew on his face, he felt just free.

Freedom. And ease.

Oh, how much he loved that feeling.

He stood by the bed and widely spread his arms, welcoming it and begging it, in his mind, to stay. It never did.

He smiled, when he felt chills all over his body. It was freezing cold, but for these couple of seconds, he always forgets about everything.

He wanted to be like the wind, uncontrollable and playful, free and not bound by anything.

He felt cold tears running down his cheeks.

When he opened them, his eyes went to the picture of a smiling Fourth Hokage, that was framed on his bedside.

He grabbed it and threw it out the window as hardly as he possibly could, screaming loudly until it hit the ground below.

He closed the window with a bang and threw himself on the bed, sobbing.

Naruto left the building, and then without even looking up, headed for the academy gate. He knew where to go.

On Thursdays, he always comes home by himself, alone.

Like every winter, he was happy to be outdoors. The snow creaked pleasantly under his boots. He was dressed in a warm orange jacket and blue, thick pants. Cold pinched his cheeks playfully, and he was smiling widely because of this.

He passed by snowball battle which was always there near academy, during the winter. Kids were laughing loudly.

He ain't a girl, so he is safe with just passing by. Nobody will attack him just like that, for they knew his revenge was always sweeter than most people's.

Some minutes later, he found himself at the crossroads. He glanced sideways. It's been a long time since he was in the Academy Park.

He sat on the bench and pulled out a map of Konoha.

He began to study it.

"A shinobi must know his village as well as the back of his own hand," he heard Third's voice.

To visit, there was left only one place. He has never been there, he thought surprised.

Well, he can do it today. He stood up and took the walk to the place. He put the map to his backpack - he didn't need it anymore.

He wasn't afraid. Right?

As he passed through the main gate of the cemetery, a wide square appeared to his eyes.

A tall board with a map painted on it, stood next to one of the benches.

He looked at it. The whole cemetery, square, divided into nine, numbered from 1 to 8 and a star.

He noticed it. On the map. The golden star. Grandfather's two sensei. The First and The Second.

He felt joy. Euphoria, even.

He never felt anything like that.

He didn't notice the moment, when he started running. People were turning around, surprised. Naruto was slipping between them without stopping for a moment. In his blue eyes they could see only happiness.

These people were blind. Are. Will be.

The Eyes were wild. They were mad. Every time they turned, they turned again, never focusing on anything longer than a quarter of a second.

What people ever saw, were his blue pupils. People always see what they want to see. If someone ever noticed him, he was always the esteemed son of Minato Namikaze.

Naruto was watching himself from above.

But these eyes, they were the Eyes, even though now like of a madman.

When the son of Minato passed the inner gate, son of Minato immediately noticed a large rock with a strange, angular shape. Behind it was a half-round high wall with thousands of inscriptions. They were dead names.

Lamps lit everything brightly.

Naruto awakened in his own body, out of euphoric amok.

He felt, he had to look behind himself. He was tempted to do it.

"No."

But he was doing it already.

"No! No, no, no! NO!" he shouted.

But the temptation was too strong. He gave up.

And suddenly, when he saw, what he must've seen before, the world around him stopped.

Every single man, woman or child disappeared. What was left, was only a strange smell.

Foul odor of the Death.

He had no right to know, but he knew anyway. The stench of the battlefield and hundreds of rotting bodies.

White tombstones to the horizon. There were hundreds of them. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. They filled his field of view. They covered the sky and the sun, and every star. Day, night, day, night, were passing by minutes. Arranged in rows, even, and clean. His field of view widened.

He still was watching himself and being himself from above at the same time.

Naruto heard his laughter. He sounded evil.

Then, suddenly, despair of hundreds came upon him. Despair, hate, longing, sadness.

Why didn't he notice them before as he was running on this straight path? He fell to his knees.

He was so cold.

Hate.

Increasingly, everything was in the end obscured by hatred.

He felt, as if he was drowning. On his whole body, he felt the Hatred. It wanted to tear him apart.

He raised his hand to look at it, but when he tried to do so, his forehead burned him with great pain.

"The end," he heard himself say. He did not know why he did that.

And then pain disappeared.

He fell to the ground with his whole body. He tried to get up on all fours. He managed to do it, even though he had no strength. The only strength he still had, was of his will.

He raised his head. Suffering, despair, hatred, sadness of thousands of people who visited this place. Every. Single. Day.

He watched them. Days were like seconds, stages of the moon passed by, and full moons were like minutes to him. He did not see people, only blurs of their bodies and their feelings.

A strange feeling of... fullness overlap him. He felt, as if millions of souls were crushed inside of his chest and between his hands, between his fingers.

He tried to breathe. He could not catch it.

He was terrified. He wanted to scream, but couldn't catch a foreign air. He felt a stinging pain in the left chest. It was his heart.

Something appeared above him. It was watching him.

It seemed to him, that it was Death herself, who was looking straight at his small posture. He felt so small in her presence. He raised his eyes.

It was a giant figure of a strange looking head. At its base, fiery purple flames were burning, and her eyes were like nothing out of this world. Royal purple, cut with black circles centering. They were looking at him.

And he was watching himself.

People were passing him all the time, paying no attention to anything. They were blurs, months passed like seconds.

Nobody looked at him. Nobody cared about him. Only thing they ever saw him as, was a son of Hokage. The Hokage they knew better than his own son knew him. This son stood in front of him smiling now.

Suddenly, Death stuck out a snake tongue from her nightmare giant lips, which entwined the neck of a son of the Hokage, who stood in front of him. Disgusting tongue raised the boy, holding him by his throat.

Huge head opened its mouth and devoured a son of the Hokage.

Naruto shook with coldness, that suddenly enveloped his entire body.

The cry of the devoured boy dripped with anguish and horrible pain. Behind him he heard a snarl of an animal. He didn't understand, but felt this animal was full of anger and hatred. He could hear it clearly, even though he knew that there was nobody around him.

Then, he realized that he was the one screaming. He found himself in the mouth of this monster in a form of a large head with purple flames surrounding its base.

Suddenly nine black flames appeared in front of him, which hung in the air opposite of him, orbiting slowly in a two-dimensional space.

He looked around.

He was on a meadow.

He felt nothing.

He looked at the black flames.

Six of the nine flames moved: three forming an external triangle between them, three forming an internal one.

Then, every of the nine started spinning, faster and faster, until they blurred into three thin lines, creating three black circles: internal, central and external.

Then, color purple enveloped the inside of this strange creation.

"Let it go", he heard a woman's voice.

He felt a blissful calm.

He slept through the rest of the night with no dreams.

Naruto opened his eyes. It was still a night. He stared at the ceiling of his room.

"They lie," someone near said.

Boy did not respond.

"They lie."

"Who lies?"

The Voice laughed.

"You don't know...? Ah... apparently you do know. Konoha lies. Your grandfather. Aunt. Uncle. Everyone lies. To you."

A pause.

"And you realize that. You feel anguish. I know this. You know this. You can feel my hate, don't you?"

A pause.

The Voiced laughed again.

"One thing only makes us distinct. You lie to yourself, just like everybody lies to you. You don't know any different. But I do."

"Who are you?"

"I have many names, but I am now your conscience."

"What do you want?"

"I want nothing that you can give me. Let's not talk about what I want. Let's just say... you have a part of me. Not that you knew it before. In the end, they always hide you in your cell."

Naruto didn't respond.

"I know you, Naruto. In the same way that you know they lie. I think you understand, what that means... or you don't and I am wrong about you?"

Naruto closed his eyes. A single tear ran down his cheek. The Voice laughed yet again, mockingly this time.

"Yes, boy. This is your first answer. You have this gift from me. In the future, you will know more about it and about yourself. And now... one more thing... you will inform no one about me or I'll kill you just as easy, as if by a snap of my fingers."

Even if the Voice did not blackmail him, the boy wouldn't inform anyone; and they both knew it, which Naruto was sure of.

The Voice wanted to tell him and Naruto knew what the Voice said in his last sentence, was true.

They are now in this together, are they?

The cemetery was exactly like in his dream, even though only in his dream he had seen it before coming here in person.

He didn't hurry. He had time.

The board. The map. The numbers. The golden star. Everything was the same.

He finally reached the centre.

The only difference was in the silver-haired tall shinobi.

"Who is buried here?" he asked famed ninja.

The man looked at him. One of his eyes was covered under Konoha band.

Kakashi wondered who was observing him for so long. Now, he knew. He looked back at Memorial Stone.

"No one." shinobi responded blankly.

Naruto did not know why, but he felt shivers going on his spine.

"So why are you here, Kakashi Hatake?"

Ninja snorted.

From a child's perspective, everything has always been so simple. Naruto was visibly confused that he laughed.

"I'm sorry, Naruto Namikaze."

The boy nodded. He did not show a surprise, when famed shinobi knew his name. Kakashi thought that was to be expected from Hokage's son.

"I am here for those, who were and for those, who couldn't be buried here."

"You need not to sense other's negative feelings to talk to people, you know?" Naruto smiled warmly. "Time has come for your sadness to go. I say to you: let it go."

After that meeting Kakashi finally started to let it go.

After a few years, he repeated the phrase, when he finally did... let it go.

#naruto shippuuden fanfiction

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tinywho-man · 6 years ago

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Once More

an Akatsuki no Yona fan fiction

Pairing: Zeno x Kaya / Reincarnated!Kaya (and some platonic Zeno x Yun as well)

Word Count:2,570 words

Short prompt: As the happy hungry bunch walks around in a shopping district, Zeno meets Kaya’s reincarnation as a seller of jewelries.

(Uhhh, this is the first time that I’ve written a fanfic so pls have mercy on me and don’t expect much lmao)

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After a week of nothing but fighting people who endangers the fate of Kouka, the happy hungry bunch collectively agreed to treat themselves in the nearby shopping district. And by treating themselves, they mean looking around for sightseeing because reality isn’t kind enough to let them enjoy the expensive stuffs.

“Listen. Avoid getting too much attention to yourselves and causing too much ruckus, okay?” Yun attempted to tell them off and although he heard nothing but responses of agreement, he knew that it will be impossible for them not to attract attention anyway.

Everyone missed the lighthearted atmosphere and the sound of people laughing and merrily walking around rather than hearing the slices of the soldiers’ weapon, the agonizing screams of the enemies that they defeated, and the aggressive battle cries of both sides. It was a refreshing scenario and a beautiful moment for them to breathe.

All of them gleefully scanned the area until Zeno stopped walking in his tracks when he noticed the familiar brown locks and hazelnut orbs selling luxurious jewelries with gems shining as brilliantly as the eyes of the sellers. His felt that his chest tightened all of sudden.

‘K-Kaya?’ He hitched his breath as he stared at the seller with widened and surprised eyes. His feet froze on the spot as he felt his heart throbbing so loudly to the point that it’s the only thing that he can hear despite the surroundings being a thousand times louder. He clenched his tightening chest with his palms that are sweating thoroughly. Am I hallucinating? It’s been several years since I last saw her in my illusions. She can’t be Kaya’s reincarnation! They look so much alike that they can’t-

His trail of thoughts were cut off when he felt a tap on his shoulder. With his eyes still trembling, he looked at the hand on his shoulder only to find out that it was Yun. After all, it wasn’t hard for his friends to notice his strange behavior. “Zeno? What’s the matter?” Yona asked as she shifted her eyes to the person who was being stared by the yellow dragon. The female with brown locks who is allegedly Kaya’s reincarnation was talking to one of the customers, probably doing the sales talk. As her mouth moves, the golden haired man can definitely hear her cheerful voice from his imagination and he can infer that the way she moves definitely screams his deceased wife.

Yun gently gripped Zeno’s shoulder which made it easier for him to collect his thoughts and calm down. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, taking a while to find the comfort from the six worried people that surrounds him. His heart finally beats into a slower pace as he calmed down and opened his eyes to look at her properly. His expression softened as he can see a quite more energetic version of his wife.

“Want to check it out? We can only look at it though, since we have no money,” Yun mumbled the last part as he mentally sweat dropped over them being broke. Zeno simply shook his head and went back to his usual glee, “No need. I was just amazed at the jewelries,” he spoke as he fakes being fine just like how he faked it for the past several years.

Of course, none of them believed him but they have no other choice but to pretend to do so since the eternally 17 year-old will keep brushing it off. With Shin-ah especially sensing the uneasiness of the usually cheerful dragon, he did not hesitate to put Ao at Zeno’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. Zeno pretended not to notice as he continues to collect himself.

Soon, he was distracted by several attractions such as funny costumes, unbelievable fortune-tellers, and amusing entertainers. The group mentally sighed in relief as the situation a while ago was their first time seeing Zeno in such an unstable state. They didn’t know if they were going around in circles, but they just walked along to the shops that attracts their interest the most just to distract their yellow happy pill. Though they were sure that he was not completely okay, they wanted to check on him later before they sleep at night in an attempt to console him.

After a while, the whole group heard Yun as he delightfully gleamed. “You can go ahead guys, I’m going to check these out,” the youngest boy said without lifting his eyes away from the products that peaked his interest which made his eyes sparkle at the sight. “Are you sure? We can wait, you know.” Jae-ha said, not wanting to leave anyone behind just for safety measures. Zeno chuckled at the overly worried man. “I’m going to accompany him. He might take a while if he wanted us to go ahead,” he remarked.

“If Zeno is there, I guess we don’t have to worry,” Kija muttered, though he knows that Zeno is still faltering quite a bit. Yona nodded, “We’re going to wait at the huge mango tree, okay?” She said. She thought that it will work out somehow with Yun calming down Zeno if he freezes again and Zeno protecting Yun without a second thought. “If you guys are still not there by the sunset, we’re going to cause a huge ruckus to search for you,” Hak added with an indifferent expression. Zeno laughed at himself because the possibility is really there. “Okay, see you later.”

Zeno hurried towards Yun as he sat beside him, “What got you so interested, kid?”

"Ah, look at these,“ Yun pointed towards a set of blueish flowers. Zeno tilted his head, "What are these?”

“Smeraldo flowers. I read from a book that these are imaginary flowers and apparently, there are rumors that once you get your hands on these flowers, its petals can cure whatever disease a person can have,” Yun explained.

A voice belonging to a seemingly old female hummed. “You are well-informed. Just add a single petal of this flower, a person will be very healthy and they will get rid of whatever illness or disease they may have. It’s a medicinal herb for incurable diseases, you know?” The grandmother who sells the smeraldo flowers spoke.

'Incurable diseases…’ Zeno frowned at the nostalgic phrase which he hated the most. “How much is this, miss?” Yun asked with the greatest puppy eyes that he could ever give in hopes of a big discount.

"Oh my, being addressed as a 'miss’ by a fair young man is really flattering. It’s 1500 rin, but for you, I will sell it for 1000 rin,“ she offered. With his shoulder growing heavy, and his head hanging down a little, it was obvious that Yun’s mood dropped after hearing the price. Sure, it was a big discount but he doesn’t even have half the money that he needs for the purchase.

"R-Right. It’s a rare flower, after all,” he nervously laughed. Zeno read the atmosphere as he quickly thinks of a way to get out this awkward situation. “Hey, kid! It looks like Hakuryuu is getting into a fight!” Zeno quickly points particularly nowhere. “What?! That troublesome guy, I swear!” The two man scrambled as they ran away from the shop.

When they were sure that they are not seen anymore, they finally halted. “Thanks, Zeno. I really wanted to buy it for you guys in case I won’t be capable enough to treat you anymore,” Yun frowned as he crossed his arms in disappointment. Zeno patted the head of their young healer. “Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I’ll protect everyone,” he assured the kid. Yun shook his head, “I don’t want you to be severely injured anymore,” Yun’s shoulder grew heavier. Zen sighed fondly at the youngest.

“Say, Zeno,” Yun called the attention of the older male. “If you feel like you’re falling apart, I hope you remember that you are not alone anymore, okay?” he trailed off as he went ahead because he couldn’t bear the embarrassment, but he’d rather be embarrassed that let his friend drown in misery.

Zeno found the kid adorable as he watched Yun walking away with obviously flushed cheeks until Yun halted when he noticed a bracelet with seven differently colored gems– red, black, white, blue, green, yellow, and peachy orange. He wasn’t familiar with the names of precious stones but he can definitely see his family with that bracelet.

Without the two of them noticing the seller, Zeno hummed in amazement. “I like the yellow stone!” He enthusiastically claimed. “Good eye, mister! It resembles you perfectly,” the seller commented.

“Hm?” Zeno looked at the seller and almost dropped the item as he was surprised once again at the ever-so-familiar woman in front of her. Her smile was so nostalgic that Zeno reminisced his marriage life for a second. The memory of them having fun with each other’s company despite both of them not knowing when will the other meet her demise was a bittersweet one that he can’t help but bite his lip to stop his own tears. Seeing her up close gave her another pang of sadness hitting into his heart but as he glanced into the bracelet that gives him a different kind of happiness and comfort, he holds it tightly as he fights against the battle going on in his head.

He studied her features carefully. The short haired Kaya with unpresentable and simple clothes is now someone who has her hair reaching her hips and her clothes looking more colorful and elegant that goes well with her healthy body built. With the way she presents herself right now, she will never be thought of someone who is poor and sick. Although her hair length and clothing style is entirely different from Kaya, it would be safe to say that she indeed bears the soul of someone whom he loved the most but quickly passed away decades ago. He wanted to jump onto her and embrace her but he knows deep in his heart that this was not Kaya herself.

Or was she?

Of course, this is not literally Kaya herself but Zeno can’t help but question fate as to why he needed to see this person with a huge resemblance to his loved one, out of all people that he could have met. Perhaps, he already met his wife’s reincarnation countless times without him realizing it. Were they bounded to meet again and again regardless of what kind of person Kaya will be? Was Kaya impatient into meeting Zeno again? Did she found out that Zeno will never be able to meet her in the heavens so she went to the earth once again just to meet him?

He didn’t know, but one thing is for sure and that is the fact that destiny is playing with his heart and he didn’t know if he would like it or not.

Regardless, Zeno can’t help but curl his lips upward. He decided to just enjoy the moment and play along with fate “Maybe it resembles me because of my hair,” he scratched his head, trying to act as normally as possible. “I wouldn’t say that. That stone is a symbol of the sun and you surely give me a warm vibe,” she said honestly and without the hint of being flirty at all. Without the lady realizing it, it was her who was actually giving Zeno a warm vibe. He playfully grinned this time, “Well, a lot of people say that.”

As if to remind the two of them that there is another person, Yun cleared his throat and asked, “Aren’t these jewelries too expensive to be sold in a place like this?”

The young lady giggled. “Actually, my father is a stone cutter and these are the remnants or the edges that was cut. You could say that these are "rejects” but it would still be a waste not to sell it,“ she answered.

Yun nodded but he wondered if it was actually legal to do this. However, he shrugged it off because it won’t be surprising if the stones turned out to be completely fake. Perhaps the smeraldo that was being sold to them a while ago is also fake but they’ll never know. Zeno, on the other hand, was glad that the reborn Kaya does not need to spend her life in isolation anymore. Hearing her talking about her father gave him a sense of relief. "Your family seems well-off if he is a stone cutter,” Zeno said. The brown haired lady just laughed it off, “We’re not as well off as you think. But I’m thankful that my father is a great financial provider,” she said.

’At least you do not have to live by yourself while being unhealthy,’ Zeno thought as he also examined her body without perverted thoughts. She wasn’t as thin and pale as before and there was nothing more that could make Zeno happier.

The lady noticed the small piece of golden plate dangling by his head. As she takes a closer look, she knew that it was a pendant but she didn’t want to pry; maybe it was his own style. What took her interest though was the material of the necklace itself. “That chain also looks expensive and carefully carved! May I take a look at it?” Zeno was surprised at her comment that his widened eyes looked like eyes of suspicion.

“Ah, don’t worry, I’m not a thief. You don’t have to let me take a look if you don’t want to,” she reassured which made Zeno remember the first time he talked to Kaya where she also defended herself when she kept the necklace for him.

“It’s okay, I was just surprised. Here,” he said as he took it off and gave it to her with trust. He thought of it as a sort of payback for that night. “It’s really pretty and it seems like it was made just for you,” she commented. “Thank you, miss seller." Yun didn’t want to ruin the moment but he was thinking that their friends might be worried if they wouldn’t go to meet them. As much as Zeno wanted to talk to her, he also doesn’t want them to be worried and cause a ruckus while finding them. With that, they had bid her goodbye to which the lady gave them her farewell also.

"Sorry if we weren’t able to buy anything,” Yun said. She simply shook her head. “No need to be sorry. You were fun to talk to,” she reassured as she looked at Zeno with a genuine smile that Zeno missed so much seeing.

“I hope we’ll get to see each other again, mister sun,” she looked at her with hopeful eyes that glistened as the sun gets dimmer. It reminded him of how Kaya used to look at him with her loving eyes that never had an intention of doing anything bad to him but rather, it was the eyes of someone who gave him nothing but pure happiness and gentle affection.

With no panicking and breaking down this time, Zeno gave her a smile with deep and complex feelings that not even he himself could decipher, “If we’ve been destined to meet again and again regardless of the time and place, surely we will see each other once more."

#lol i think this is more of a headcanon but whatever #this is unedited so feel free to let me know what u think #akatsuki no yona #akayona #zeno #kaya #yun #yoon #zeno meets the reincarnated kaya #yona #hak #kija #jae-ha #shin-ah #idk if this is fluff but #fluff #how to prompt 101

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PRC story part 4

Raven groaned from the bottom of his bed, he'd been having a horrible headache once again. He was sure that his family had been cursed by someone in the past to have this horrifying punishment for something. Probably for being too intelligent. Nobody like the smart guys.

It was 6 am as the man got up, dressed and headed towards the infamary to get a cure for his pain. Slowly, he pushed the door open to the hall. "Pomfrey..? You here?" the old mediwitch was still in full health, working as the nurse of the Hogwarts like she used to be over twenty years ago. The said lady had long ago gained a silvery hair from all the worrying from the past decades. The old mediwitch looked at him with a concerned look, already holding a tiny potion bottle on her hand.

"Migraine again Eliah?" she asked from the male who nodded in silent response. Poppy gave the potion to him, worry never leaving her eyes. Raven chugged the whole thing down without even flinching at the hideous taste, he'd grown accustomed to it long ago already. He then looked at the woman with seriousness in his eyes. "Has any of them realised it yet?" he asked, fully knowing that the mediwitch fully understood him. Poppy blinked before she allowed her answer to be heard.

"No Mister White, they do not remember that you were previously known as Miss Elaine White", she stated quietly, still unsure of what to think of the change that had been made to the male's records. It wasn't usual for the wizarding world to come across someone who felt like they were born in a wrong body. During the time she had been working at Hogwarts, there had been only three cases in total. Poppy sighed to herself, the triwizard tournament had a tradition that was soon to start and if Raven was in this state... "Will you be taking part in it? The Yule ball?"

"Yes, I have my suit with me"

Puff stared at his reflection from the mirror, he hadn't been entirely sure of himself when he was choosing his new robes for the occasion. He had decided to wear black robes, be more traditional, play it safe. He was a muggle born wizard, with no idea of what to wear, he purely went with what his friend Rin and the shop assistant said to him. And he was glad he did.

Claw zipped her black dress, throwing the black gown over her head. Nodding to herself, she looked very pleased in herself, dressed in full black she was ready as hell to arrive into the great Hall stylishly.

..... Only to leave fashionably. She wasn't going to be staying there, Nu-uh missy. She loathed such activities with passion.

Aven and Huff walked down the stairs, Aven offering his hand to his friend, they'd silently agreed to be each other's dates at the ball. Because dealing with people was way too much for both of them right now. Huff glanced at Aven from the corner of their vision, noting that the Ravenclaw had chosen nice dark green robe to go with his flashy personality. They themselves wore a classy robe that still made it impossible to figure out their gender still being flashy and luxurious. Huff hadn't decided on it themselves though, their grandmother had decided to make it for them once they heard of the ball and created the item that was currently worn by the Hufflepuff.

Rin dusted off her dress, flashing a bright smile to her reflection. She had chosen to go with her friend Connor, a fellow Slytherin, since they both needed a date and wanted to have plain good time. Her dress started off from blue and it slowly slid into dark purple, hair hair was freely flowing behind her for change save for few strands that were tied to the back. Her make up was classy and reflected her expertise on the field. Biting her lower lip out of a nervous habit, she went to the hallway, where her date was waiting, wearing a matching suit.

Sly stared at Raven, unsure of what to think about her friend, who was wearing muggle clothes of all things, she really hadn't thought that the Lord would want to wear such things. She shivered slightly in her own red dress that was accompanied by a pure white capelet. Her hair being tied onto a tight bun with decorative flowers on the side of her head. Her friend was wearing a blue muggle suit, an expensive looking one at that. His long red hair had been tied up with a blue lace and his face was peaceful despite of him knowing that he would be given some very bad looks from the rest.

Raven offered his arm to her, fully in the Lord Mode as one could clearly see, and looked at Sly with a serious look. "Shall we?"

To say that the official sent by the ministry was shocked to would've been an understatement. To say that he was terrified would be a lot better, but it still wouldn't be able to fully describe his reaction to the next Lord of the House of White wearing clothes of a muggle of all things. But then again, if he wished to keep his job, he'd stay silent with his prejudice. Especially since he was surrounded by many muggle born wizards and witches alike.

Raven on the other hand was mildly amused by everything he saw. The purebloods raised by traditionalists were making the faces he was expecting to see while the half-bloods and muggleborns were slightly awed. As he stood on the side, he saw how the champions started the dance with their dates, following the ancient dances. His eyes saw how the champion of the Beauxbaton was dancing with one of the students, he believed that it was the Hufflepuff student he'd seen sitting in the table with Aven and the others during mornings. He appeared to be very confused yet happy about being the partner of the girl.

After a while, the young teacher made a formal bow to Sly, silently asking her to dance with him and the duo made it to the floor with the rest of the teachers joining them.

"I have no idea of how to dance Raven", Sly mumbled under her breath. Raven smiled reassuringly to her. "Just follow my lead old friend, just follow my lead"

Puff noticed how the new teachers made it to the dance floor and cursed silently in his head, of course they would be a thing! Though something in how they acted told him that they weren't actually together in that sense.

As more and more people made their ways to the dance floor, many things were seen from the traditional dances to the modern ones and back. Exhausted from dancing, Raven made his way to the table of refreshments, spotting the girl, who had been found out to be Claw, standing with a drink in her hand. He decided to approach her, and soon made his way next to her.

"So you aren't dancing?"

"So you're an idiot?"

Raven chuckled at her answer as he took a seat, not minding the glances he still was getting. "I don't really like these kinds of things either but as the heir of the ancient House of White, I had to learn to tolerate it", he said to particularly no one. Claw looked at him, noticing how his mere presence made people look into their direction. Huh... Maybe she could use this to make her epic escape. Raven smirked and mouthed to her something and in an instant the girl threw her drink on the ground.

"This ball is utterly ridiculous!" and with this she left the hall, her clothes flowing behind her dramatically.

Raven smiled as he called the janitor over, oh how much he wished he could do that himself.

Raven: Yeeeaaah... It's not exactly the best but like... How does one write stuff like this?

#ravenclaw #hufflepuff #slytherin #gryffindor #hogwarts houses #hogwarts conversation #prc story #prc pt4 #yule ball #triwizard cup #triwizard tournament #triwizard champions

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