#causalitylinked

[sleptsin]

❛  my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home.  ❜ [ from rana maybe?? ] @causalitylinked 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

ㅤㅤ" Tch, some friends those are. " Grumbled beneath a tired breath— one that made it clear he wanted to be anywhere but here. The girl had barely spoken a single sentence to him, but Beau had never been much of a ' people person. ' A few members of his family were quick to point this out and teased him relentlessly about his lack of a love life as a result. What did he care for that, though ? It's not like any of them had the most stable relationship to be preaching to him in the first place.

ㅤㅤ" And what do you want me to do about it ? Hate to break it to ya, but I didn't drive here. Wanna get home ? Better start walking. " Undoubtedly, there was a nicer way to have put that, but he didn't care to be nice.

[mugunghwc]

unprompted ask / always accepting

@causalitylinked​​ said:  "Could you cease your incessant wailing already?" Ryuto sighs while finally taking a seat next to her. "It's pathetic. Why are you so hung up on a man that would never reciprocate your affection in the first place?" Perhaps he could stand to phrase his question less insensitively, but considering he never knew what it was like to actually be in love, Hana's behaviour was pretty much unfathomable to him. Seriously, for the life of him, Ryuto could not understand why she couldn't simply find another man who might potentially love her back because that seemed like a much more efficient way to spend her time than pining after someone unattainable. [ for hana, from ryuto! ]

      there were two immediate thoughts that came to mind upon hearing such a thing. one being, ‘ could you mind your own business?’. while the other was less snarky, & more self-aware as she wondered if she was really that obvious—staring at her phone with a pout on her lips. her reaction was no different from that she gave to others when they dared to give her unsolicited advice. even her mother had fallen victim to her attitude, becoming irritated & lashing out. hana would quickly pull her phone away & cross her arms over her chest, while trying to ignore his presence altogether.

     “what do you know? he’s just a busy man. that’s all.” purposely ignoring the point of what he was saying. she was in full denial ; clinging to the hope that one day he’d realize his mistake & finally look at her the way she does to him. hana would huff all indignant about his comment, or the fact that he thought she wanted to hear that from some kid. “what’s pathetic is getting all up on my business because you don’t have a life on your own, let alone a romantic interest.” her assumption. “he’s just trying to build up his career before settling down. then, i will definite be his wife.”

[sanctuspassio]

@causalitylinked sent oh, please explain how this is my fault. [ for seiji, from akira! maybe he accidentally pissed off a girl or something? ]

❝ i used your name . ❞ short , simple , && to the point . he used his name && not his own when he made that woman angry . okay MAYBE he didnt realize she had a boyfriend , hey we all make mistakes you know ! but seiji being a little discourse for chaos , felt a bit bad that he used his best friends name in vain - hes not really a fighter you know , he is more of the back liner that supports you !

❝ hey ! listen to me akira ~ it will totally blow over ! wait wait - dont look at me like that ! look at me i bruise very easily ! you know you l o v e me ! please please just help me out here ? i promise i will give you a solid for at least four days man ! ❞

[xamassed]

⟬ @causalitylinked / s.c ⟭

"Is it bad?"

The scrape on her forehead was the cause of a silly mistake. She assumed that if she stretched and reached up high enough, she could grab exactly what she needed with no regrets. Unfortunately, she overestimated just how secure her grasp was. When the book smacked her, she didn't dare cry, but she did huff and stew in her embarrassment while Kobato looked her over.

[enchantedbrew]

۞ @causalitylinked asked: ۞

۞ "Hyaaah!" Using her shinai, Herja slashes at a slime creature with enough force to send it flying towards the nearest wall. Honestly, she hadn't expected to be assaulted by some dubious monster on her way to work, but upon wanting to avoid causing as much damage to the modern establishments as possible, she ends up cornering it somewhere far more isolated, with that place being near an abandoned factory on the more sketchier side of the city.

Regardless, upon not being one to let her guard down, she would continue pointing the tip of her shinai towards the direction the slime creature had collided against the crumbling factory wall while wondering if it was actually down for the count... or if the damage she caused it somehow managed to not be enough to fully incapacitate the creature; only, she doesn't have time to dwell on it further, because the next thing she knows, it slowly arose back to it's feet with a garbled roar.

"...I haven't injured it enough?Curses!" Herja finally mumbles as she adopts a more combat ready stance to defend herself from it's attacks once more. All the while, though, she has no idea what was even going on or if anyone would even come to her rescue. [ for rindo! ] ۞

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"Ooooh! You'll regret that, you human!" The creature called out, but for as much endurance as it had, it didn't seem very tough. "The Demon King won't appreciate that at all!"

"That's enough!" A figure ran in from the side and covered Herja, followed by a couple of men in suits. All of them were carrying guns. "How many times do we have to tell you that you can't just attack people like this!?"

The slime recoiled before the familiar figure, backing up until it was pressing into the wall. "We're gonna take over the world one of these days! You better get outta the way our we'll crush you!"

As the dust settled, the man doing the talking could finally be recognized as Rindo, who raised a brow at this small slime, "You know I can directly contact your king, right? And I'm sure you haven't forgotten how smitten he is with Miss Kotone?"

This caused the slime to sink down, "I... have not forgotten..."

"Then go home."

"Mr. Rindo..." One of the suits behind him called to him in a low voice, though he was still plenty loud enough to be heard, "Behind us... A mundane saw..."

"Right..." he turned around to deal with the issue. It was unfortunate but this happened from time to time. They had ways of making people forget so they didn't have to live with the terrible knowledge of other worlds.

But he froze stiff when he saw who he was looking at, paling considerably as he came face to face with his dear friend. Would he really be able to do this? To wipe Herja of her memory? Would she allow him to do that, and would she lose the relationship they'd already established...

He wasn't sure he wanted that.

"Miss Busujima..." he said, voice suddenly weak and airy. "You were the one...?"

[burnxngslash]

bad sitch memes / accepting / @causalitylinked​

🌧️ [ for nekomaru, from fiorito if you're still accepting! i do have a danganronpa verse for her over here if you're not comfortable with crossover interactions or aren't familiar enough with gbf to put him in a gbf au -- ]

“GRAAAAAAH!!!!” The sounds of a loud roar echo through the area, followed by the earth trembling within a short radius. From the distance, one could see a figure zooming through the area at top speed. It looked like..a missile but it was only a man. A young man by the name of Nekomaru. From the distance, he spotted someone else that was ‘trapped’ in the heavy rain alongside him. The young man couldn’t help but stop in his tracks before this person once he arrived within close proximity. His eyes began to study the individual..seemed familiar. He’s MORE than sure he’s seen someone with a physique like that, IMPRESSIVE and sure to take home more than one award that’s for sure. “Training in the rain huh.” His voice was silent for the moment. “That’s…YAAAAAAAH THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE!!!! WAY TO SHOW SOME REAL SPIRIT!!!!!!” And just like that, he was loud again.

[angelxblossoms]

[ LINGER ] [ for setsuka from ryuto in his post tce2 verse, because he was taught that hand kissing is a respectful way to greet a lady and i can actually imagine him doing so to keep up appearances in a high society setting -- ] @causalitylinked

Social events are often so drab and tend to bore her to death. Greeting everyone and watching them trying to kiss her family's ass while having those fake smiles on their faces made her want to roll her eyes. Alas, Setsuka wouldn't dare to speak those types of thoughts out loud, but it won't stop her from thinking about how painful it can be at times.

At least, the greeting is over for now. She definitely felt parched after that so here she was about to sip on a glass of champagne until her father called her over. A small sigh elicited from her painted lips as she places her glass back down before joining him once more.

Another greeting...

Only this time, it appears to be a handsome young man who is around her age. Politely lowering her head, she starts her introduction.

"Good evening, I'm Fujisaki Setsuka. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She greeted. To her pleasant surprise, the gentleman took her hand and kissed the back of it, lingering a bit longer before letting go. The gesture made her cheeks flush as she wasn't quite expecting that since so far it was mostly handshakes and bowing their heads.

[bikmui]

.continued from here | @causalitylinked

"Enyo," the name is light upon her lips, betraying none of the terror which surely it must strike, if not in Fiorito, then most certainly in those who had heard of her feats, for she was the primal presiding over destruction, and indeed, relish in that she did.

Yet despite her fearsome past (and indeed, future, for now she waited patiently to harvest her crop; for the blood moon to finally rise and for her spear to once more partake in blood), upon this ship she was but another primal crewmember. And in this moment, she was but one who yearned to surprise her most beloved Athena with something to delight the senses.

"I suppose that my interest in baking is less about the food, but the results," she muses. Indeed, although she had picked up the habit of cooking a long time ago (it certainly made the long nights spent with Athena pass a little more warmly), baking was a newer phenomenon; one dedicated entirely to her.

"Oh, sorry!" Enyo stepped away from the shelf with a small, lovely smile. "I am sure you were looking for something, too?"

[aaternum]

“   Hey, stranger!   ” Emerging from the side of the building, she waves with a wink, easy grin lifting her cheeks as she hopes to surprise him. It was a minute, impulsive decision to show up around his school and hope he’d still be around. But much like the first-time she’d sought him out, determination and sheer will seemed to give her favorable results. And with luck on her side she finds him making his way out, laughing softly after she pokes her head out in front of him. Her arms cross over her chest, head tilted slightly as she considered her next words. Really, she had no plan, partly expecting to miss him, but now that he was here , why not make the most of it? “   I was just in the area. If you don’t have a ton of work, you should let me steal you for a little bit. We could go to an arcade or something.  “ Another laugh slips from her lips, bright eyes holding a hint of mischievous glee,

“  And even if you do have a ton of work, it’s actually bad luck to tell me no.   ” (@causalitylinked)

[dcviated]

misc ask meme :: open

@causalitylinked sent: 🗺️ [ for wylan and eira! ]

🗺️ - What languages do they speak?

While both of these muses are particularly well travelled (would not call them both cultured.. because... Wylan..) Eira definitely has a grasp of more languages. She's fluent in Russian and English, but also received lessons and is largely competent in the more common European languages such as German and French.

Idol verse has her fluent in Japanese, but outside of it this too is mostly 'competence' level. Her own forum/fandom interests (that she keeps hush hush) benefit greatly from knowing how to appreciate the culture direct from the source...

Wylan is mostly fluent in English, but is largely competent in Russian (for dealing with the Bratva- which hold the most influence over him) and mostly fluent in Japanese (the Yakuza and because weeb tendencies). He dabbles in other languages, but the only other ones he'll hold good conversation with are German and maybe a little French. He keeps saying he'll learn some Spanish, but never remembers or gets around to it. Distracted guy he is.

[captastrophe]

✮ [ from fiorito, to gran maybe! ]

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Gran lay back against the grass, feeling the earth cool beneath him as the last warmth of the day faded into night. Above, the stars stitched glittering patterns into the velvet sky, endless and unknowable.

Fiorito rested quietly beside him, her presence steady and comforting. Her silver hair fanned out like a shimmering halo, catching the faint light from above. Gran stole a glance at her — peaceful, almost otherworldly — and smiled to himself, his chest tightening with a feeling he didn’t dare name too loudly.

The night felt timeless, suspended between heartbeats. The soft sounds of crickets and the rustling trees blurred into the background, leaving only the hush of breath and the slow drift of clouds.

Gran tilted his head back up, drinking in the stars. He thought, briefly, that if he reached out, he could pluck one from the sky and place it in Fiorito’s hair.

But then — something odd caught his eye.

A shape wobbled across the heavens, not with the surety of a shooting star, but the chaotic spin of something... terribly earthbound.

Gran squinted.

It was a shoe.

A single, battered shoe flipping end over end in the dark, glinting absurdly as it tumbled across the stars.

For a moment, he simply stared, disbelief rooting him to the spot. Then laughter broke free, sharp and helpless. He rolled onto his side, covering his face with a hand as the absurdity of it all crashed over him.

When he managed to look at Fiorito again, she was watching him, her expression calm, serene — but her eyes sparkled with a knowing light.

Gran grinned wider, chest aching with fondness.

Even in the middle of the most beautiful night, the world found a way to remind him not to take himself — or fate — too seriously.

And honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way.

@causalitylinked

[brawlqueen]

"...Happy birthday. I'd seen this and thought you might like it." Without even turning to look at Mizuki, Akira would hand her a bunny shaped purse he had seen while shopping for stationary pens. Honestly, considering her last one was pretty much falling apart after years of use, he figured it was about high time she got a new one.

MIZUKI’S BIRTHDAY / 2023.

now this was a face she wasn't expecting. the psyncer's first sparring partner; the boy she tied with and even beat once at grade school . . now a teenager, pointedly doing his signature grumpy face even if she can't see it. the teenager can feel it and she almost stifles an amused snicker. that's so like akira, honestly.

if anyone says she has too much 'attitude' she's going to point at her friend and rival sparring partner as having more in her defense; a blurred line of consistency throughout the years they've known each other. her words are as blunt as ever; traces of amusement in the detective's voice.

" wow. well this is a surprise. i didn't even think you knew my birthday. sorry, haha. i just really got thrown a bit, y'know? book by its cover blah blah. lemme open it. " a smirk coats her mouth as she takes the offering with a small grin; despite her snark; ( it's always on the house ) , mizuki is glad akira remembered. still, getting a few jabs and teases at him just wouldn't do if she didn't, right ? now why he won't look at her well . . she knew his boundaries and he knew hers.

it's weird though; usually he met her mismatched gaze head on. just as much as he challenged and dared to go again and again against her supernatural strength. they had vastly different experiences, but the same coating of pain lay underneath. to say they 'flocked together' was an understatement, even if it was highly unlikely either of the two long time friends would admit it. much less admit they were friends . . .

" holy shit. " expletives that don't really fit a police officer escape her mouth in two words; the teenager shaking the bag once as if unable to believe her eyes. mizuki glances at it; how utterly adorable it is and how her brain thinks how much survival gear and necessities just as much. plus, it had her signature animal: the rabbit.

" . . . so you --- wait a minute -- " she isn't gasping in shock more like gaping as the brawler shakes it again, lightly, mizuki, lightly, to make sure it's remotely real. did this mean he'd noticed that she'd had a mind, albeit subconsciously, to get a new bag? she had made an off-comment of replacing her old one for various supplies and things she needed; although a swiss army knife was....not an option anymore now, was it? the fact remained. akira noticed. mizuki was far from an idiot, her intelligence advanced far beyond her classmates at an early age; and perception wasn't lost on her, with or without aiba.

" akira....er, listen... "

her brows actually furrow in concern.

" uh, are you sick ? like, this is my birthday. and....you -- " ( actually noticed i needed something and got it for me. so i can only assume you're literally sick or hell, even dying. ) those thoughts go unspoken; knowing that he's just as capable as releasing a barrage of arrows in the shape of barbs at her right back. like ping pong ball back and forth. she blinks once, twice, owlishly, before staring at the bulk of it within her deceptively small hands. calloused from battles won and lost, from training at an early age and scuffles against bullies. hands that told stories - not all of them happy ones.

" ..... it looks pretty damn cute! didn't think you knew how to get stuff like this, so i really underestimated you. plus it'll be useful. " a smile tugs at her mouth faintly; not too wide but not too small; it's genuine; as mizuki takes a few steps to hold it up so he can see the satisfaction - and gratitude in her eyes.

" possibly sick and not himself or noooottt, i'll take it! didn't think i guess, you did this kinda thing. it's weird, sure, but it's....i really like it. so, thanks, akira. " she almost tacks on with a borderline affectionate, get well soon punk, before deciding against it; her cheeky grin and satisfied eyes gleaming telling all she needs to say.

" i'll put it to good use. you can count on that. " thanks again, you grumpy dork.

[mugunghwc]

unprompted ask / always accepting

@causalitylinked said: "Dayuuum, girl, is your name WiFi? Because I'm feeling a connection!" Upon having just finished sprinting his way towards Rei, Kobato would soon flash her a toothy grin while pumping a fist through the air. Honestly, if he had a tail, it would probably be wagging right about now.

his approach was far from flattering, because the first thought she had upon seeing this stranger approach her at such speed, was that she was going to be robbed or something along those lines. it took her aback quite a bit ; pulling away when he finally came to a stop right in front of her. with how quick he was running, rei was under the impression that they'd collide if he didn't stop in time. wide-eyed & with her shoulders tense, she could only stare puzzled at him. his pick-up line didn't even register at first—too preoccupied with what he wanted with her.

"excuse me?" her head tilts & with it, some of her hair dapples over her shoulder. there's a slight tilt in her pitch as she speaks, displaying some confusion after all. "—but i don't even know you?" what else was she supposed to say to something so random & out of pocket? she could only smile somewhat awkwardly, before recoiling a bit. everything she had learned in her self-defence classes was at the front-forth of her head, just in case she needed to take action.

her fingers curled along the purse's strap, securing it over her shoulder. "i think you got the wrong person." such a cheesy line wouldn't work with her regardless of her relationship status.

[crimsontroupe]

❝  i have no idea what a writer’s  ‘ process ’  usually looks like, but i’m pretty sure it’s not this.  ❞ [ from fiorito to nox! ]

the sheridan tapes  📼  part one.  (accepting)

"Beats me. I am not a writer." Equinox shrugs, putting the book back on the shelf. There is an eyebrow that is slightly raised, almost curious about her words. "I do not really think about these things." Even in the library, he never paid much mind to the process of creating a book. Always keen on reading them, and never creating.

... It does not matter now.

"Does it really change anything? As long as things get done, then whatever the process - or what have you - is not important. At least that is what I have learned."

[xamassed]

⟬ @causalitylinked ⟭

"...Whaddaya think, Himarin~? A huge teenage heartthrob, wasn't I?" Kobato grins as he shows Himari an old photo of himself back when he was still in high school. "This was back before I was a part o' the baseball club... had to shave my hair and everything." Upon recalling the brief period he played baseball, he'll soon let out a melodramatic sigh. Honestly, looking back, he didn't really like the sport all that much and only enlisted because a girl he happened to be into was a baseball fan back then, but regardless, Kobato finds himself missing his youth. Why, were it not for μ, he could have enjoyed being a carefree teenager a little while longer... and maybe even had a girlfriend.

Currently, however, he has to acknowledge the fact he was no longer that young boy while sorting out his old things from an era long gone. Himari, though, probably felt the true weight of his grief over losing the prime years that comprised his boyfriend by either his messy, neglected room or what he couldn't bring himself to truly voice aloud the whole entire time he clasps that old photograph in his hand. "Man, that sure brings me back! The girls must have been all over me," Kobato then adds as if to somehow lighten the atmosphere... though, when it came down it, a more observant individual would probably notice there was something fake about his own cheeriness.

"Oh, look at you! What a cutie!" She wanted a closer look, but she would happily settle for leaning in and peering over the frames of her glasses.

Questionable eye-sight aside, she could clearly see that the younger version of himself looked different. it wasn't just with the lack of years. Somewhere in there, something had changed in his eyes.

Something was missing. What that was, she worried it wasn't her place to know.

Himari liked to think she was close to him, but there was a Kobato that came before her. There was a whole person that she didn't have the privilege of knowing, a whole person that spoke, behaved and thought differently than the man in front of her. How strange, that he be both a dear friend and a complete stranger in the same second.

Familiar habits arose, and that did bring her some comfort, but there was a feeling in the air that put her off. Something was wrong. The usual chipperness had gone away, the room feeling smaller and smaller the longer they remained inside.

"Kobato, can I ask you something?" She finally sat herself beside him, hands smoothing down her dress before they folded politely in her lap. "You don't have to explain if you don't want to. A 'yes' or 'no' is fine, but. . ."

She tilted her head to the side, pink eyes hoping to catch his. "Are you okay?"

[enchantedbrew]

۞ Continued from here. ۞ ۞ @causalitylinked ۞

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His gun, huh? He had to admit, the utilization of such a weapon felt like nothing when he was pitted against non-humans. Guns could kill people, that was true. But non-humans that were going on a rampage, monsters that were multiplying even as they went down, demons that were slipping through the cracks and tearing people apart... Next to all that, a gun felt like nothing at all. But facing those non-humans were just as frightening, gun or knife or whatever he was using. Having to come face to face with a creature that could torture you in a million different ways before it killed you...

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, contemplating the question carefully, "It isn't something that can be learned quickly, I suppose. That's why the distinction is important. Fear can even be good in small doses. It keeps you on your toes, keeps you careful. The point is not being consumed by it and... Well, to that end I find comfort in the inevitable. Knowing that this... Is likely how I will find my end no matter what. Knowing that if I don't do what I must than the number of people that will suffer could be unfathomable. Knowing that I have done this before, and I will do it again, and there is nothing that will stop me from protecting the people I care about. It wasn't born in me so soon, that peace. But... Well, I guess I am getting a little esoteric, but the long and short of it is that you have to become comfortable with your place in the world and accept that what you accomplish here is far more important that whatever you're afraid of."

And perhaps that wasn't a good explanation. All he knew was that he was very used to that kind or work by now, and it was always very sad, even if it was scary, and even then... Even then, he didn't want tragedy to come to humans. He didn't want to see anyone hurt or lost the way his sister had been. He didn't want anyone else to lose their life to this because he was incapable of protecting them. That desire outweighed everything, but... That wasn't exactly easy to convey, and it wasn't much of an answer even if it was the only one he had.