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         Cold is the only thing that is keeping him awake at this point. How long had he been out here? Hours? Long enough for him to tire out and possibly get sick. Normally he’d be back when the rain ended, but it hadn’t let up.        His team knew that he wanted to be alone when storms like this happened so they wouldn’t come looking for him. A small wheeze of a laugh caught in his throat. The forest took her life and now would come to take his. To bring him to her.    Yet when he felt the warm touch of someone all hope drained out of him. Her voice rough as she draped her coat over him.         Of all people why did she come to his rescue? Why did she have to rip him away from what he wanted? Isama tries to speak, but all that comes out is strained and barely audible almost like hissing.     “ Go away.”

                            Lightning mage had raised him from a young one, from an infant, she was used to his temper tantrums by this point. The only way to get him to listen to her came in the form of his partner, and his younger half-sister. Both of whom she had no difficulties bringing up if it meant getting the bratty teen into safety.

                           “Stop your fussing. Your team is worried about you.” It was freezing out here, hopefully, the jacket would provide some warmth. Isama was highly likely to get sick regardless if he had the jacket, however, this should at least prevent him from completely freezing to death.  His low hissing did nothing to deter her, much like an upset kitten.

                       Perhaps, she supposed, that would make her the Feline in question, dealing with a wayward kit. “You will catch your death and then they will mourn you because of your stupidity. Come on.” 

                         She doesn't bother to offer her hand to him, Isama would merely bat it away and bare his fangs to her. They had no time for his temper.

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bishiegladio:

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            Hands clutched to his chest Isama lets the tears fall from his eyes. Howling winds around and cold rain bothered him none as he opens his mouth to sing the lullaby once more, but the words are merely choked out.

      His body slumps to the ground as the last note is choked out. His vision blurring as he tries to breathe normally. ‘Was he going to die?’ Thunder crashing into the sky makes him smile. If he did… his mother would greet him in heaven...

                          The storm wasn’t her fault. Not this time, the rain and crashing thunder, all of it was by nature’s own design. However, once approached by a member of his team, Nanako is aware of Isama’s habit. Of fleeing into storms like this, to feel closer to his mother.

                       ‘Bitter irony.’ Older mage was certain if there were gods, they were laughing at her. Deep breath taken, the woman descends into the storm, swallowed with ease as she travels into the forest depths.

                   What was the teen thinking? Running about like this. Unless one was used to the harsh conditions, they had no business being in weather like this. If she had to guess, he would be near the pools,  such a guess proving to be correct which she sees him slumped against one of the trees near the Crystalline pools.

                                 “Fool Child.” Harsh words, before draping a jacket over him, rain continuously beating down upon the both of them. 

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shinigamikiddo:

                  ❝ Death City. ❞

There was indeed a   wonderful    symmetry to this city. It fit neatly within Kid’s   aesthetic    so he especially loved it. Perhaps this thought of    beauty     was something only Kid could see.

                         ❝ Everything is   neatly    placed.                          My father’s work is   perfect. ❞

                             “I see....” Nanako wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or not, having woken somewhere within the city, she had meant to ask for where she was, since, given the Desert like terrain, she may still be within the Country of Seven.

                     “It is nice. Though if I may ask, what Country are we in? What part of the Country?” 

                             She needed to know where she was, where her companions had disappeared to. Lighting Mage peers around the city, face kept passively blank, as she took in the many skulls that decorated this city.

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*wanders into the Guild and sits at the bar* " Is there anything you would recommend to someone who has never drunk before?"

                                  “To not drink, it’s little more than a trap waiting for you to wander into its jaws, and snap.” 

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*gives her pink lingerie*

                               “Ah....why exactly did you give me this?” She certainly wasn’t going to be wearing it. Pink didn’t really suite her, at least, not in her eyes as it was. 

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(Wrath) - " You know you really shouldn't piss me off. You may belong to Father, but that won't stop me from hurting you."

                                “If that was meant as a threat, you did so poorly. Take your temper tantrum elsewhere Isama.” The older mage wasn’t going to put up with his attitude today, she simply wasn’t in the mood. If one bothered to look, one would see her skin, just a few shades lighter.

                                       Scars seemed even more on the focus of her face, thin, white, not quite silvery as they normally were, but eye-catching in what could only mean ill health. 

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{ oocthunderlullaby:

                                                  Hello~ here we are with a drawing of Nanako, my test subject for medibang. It went rather well, and I really like how she looks in this style. Granted its rushed, and not perfect, as it was a test draw. Regardless, I adore how she came out~ }

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{ headcanon!

                        Nanako’s ancestors, ironically, are responsible for the death of family of the first Guild Master of the Dragon’s Talons. However, the irony is that Nanako has managed to come into contact with the first Guild Master’s spirit, as he often wanders the living forest that he helped create.

                                 This has helped Nanako to adapt a very direct approach to things, as those of old will avoid interfering to the present as much as possible, as the First Himself had told her. He only watches, and will occasionally speak with a few every century or so. 

                                               Nanako doesn’t bother to ask him questions, as he will not answer, and she has long since given up trying to force him to speak what he doesn’t want to talk about. Otherwise. he is an interesting companion, and will sometimes voice his concerns of her choices.

                                    The only concern he has ever been so upset over was her decision to keep Isama and Luchelle’s parenthood a secret, at least, on her end, and Luchelle’s very existence to the Guild. 

                                        Due to their relationship, however, Nanako does not bother to listen when he voices true concerns, for he vowed not to interfere, and voicing his opinions on her choices counts as such in her mind. But this part, mostly, branching from being unwilling to budge regarding her choice over her children. 

                                            She was frighted, and made the wrong choice, and doesn’t want to admit it, even to herself. 

                                                  End Headcanon~ }

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shinigamikiddo:

@stormingofthunder requested a starter

                     ❝ What do you think of the city?                      Isn’t it  BEAUTIFUL ? It’s so…                       symmetrical. The care… the                          planning… it’s lovely. ❞

                              Symmetry? Lightning mage can see the city certainly had a certain...air about it. It wasn’t the same as magic, however, at least, it felt that way to her.

                           “I suppose so....this city, what is it called?”

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{ Anuzin here!

                                   So, I’ve dropped a fair bit of my art here, and the reasoning behind this, is that I and my Fiance'e are living together at this time, and financially we’re doing okay? But the thing is, we’re living check to check here, and my Fiance'e, they’re genderfluid and lately have been going through more and more bouts of dysphoria, due to lacking binders, masculine clothing in general. 

               So above, I’ve decided to open up commissions and try to earn money to help with this, my partner has done a few linearts here, and coloring is more my area. But for now, for Busts, I’m charging 5$, half bodies, are 10$, and full bodies are 15$, any extra characters will be an additional 5$, character sheets like above will be 20$

                            The average cost for Breast reduction is 6,000+, and while this is a goal, for now, I’m hoping to earn enough money to just get binders, and more masculine clothing to help out my fiance'e, and help them feel more comfortable in their own skin you know? 

                               So if you want to commission me, just catch me on my email at forgottenlove00@hotmail.com, if you don’t want to commission, you could always donate here at paypal.me/Anuzin

                  If you can’t help due to money or something out, help me out and reblog if you can~? Gonna try and get this for my Fiance'e as soon as possible! Thank you! }

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phantomexplore:

Continued from Here - @stormingofthunder       

          Silent for a moment, the woman was right. She was bound by her Master’s will. Until the day she died, she would be forced to travel World after World. She belonged to the system. Michelle looks up at the woman and smiles, 

        “ Your words may stand true. I could break away from the system if I wanted to. Though my curiosity won’t let me. I can say that at least.”

                                  Nanako knew a chained woman when she saw one, bound by a prison or state of being of their own making. Perhaps she knew it a little too well, not that she would say.

                                   “You will cling to that reasoning with everything you have, and then, when it is gone, you won’t know who you are any longer.”

                                 Just a memory of what was.

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*gives her a Banana*

                         “....Thank you?” 

                                       Why did he give her a banana exactly?

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❛ I was quite, but not blind. ❜

various starters: Accepting

                      “No, in that retrospect, I agree with you. You are too knowledge hungry to miss something so grand as this.”

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❛ I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s. ❜

various starters: Accepting!

                         “You say this...but look around you. You travel, seek knowledge and claim it is for your own curiosities. But in reality, you are merely carrying out the whims of your Master. Can you truly claim yourself as your own?”

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various starters

❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜

❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜

❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜

❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜

❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜

❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜

❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜

❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜

❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜

❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜

❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜

❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜

❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜

❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜

❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜

❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜

❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜

❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜

❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜

❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜

❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜

❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜

❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜

❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜

❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜

❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜

❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜

❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜

❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜

❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜

❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜

❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜

❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜

❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜

❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜

❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜

❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜

❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜

❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜

❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜

❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜

❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜

❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜

❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜

❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜

❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜

❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜

❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜

❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜

❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜

❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜

❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜

❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜

❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜

❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜

❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜

❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜

❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜

❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜

❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜

❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

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