[Summarised image description: Three-part edit compiling manga panels of Hanabusa, Yoite and Miharu from Nabari no Ou. A text post has been split into several parts and scattered across the images. The first part reads, "don't be a stranger!" The rest is in brackets and reads, "please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it." End description]
don't be a stranger!
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Image 1: "don't be a stranger!" Two panels of Hanabusa grinning widely. Yoite jumping a bit as Hanabusa holds his hands. Miharu and Yoite blushing in Hanabusa's embrace. Miharu and Yoite sitting together on a couch, while Hanabusa looks on across from them.
Image 2: "(please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving." Hanabusa catching Miharu and Yoite by surprise outside her house. Hanabusa placing her hand on Yoite's cheek. Yoite raising an eyebrow as Hanabusa reaches for his hand. Hanabusa hugging both Miharu and Yoite on the ground outside. Hanabusa putting her hands on Miharu and Yoite's shoulders each. Hanabusa handing over Yoite's black coat to him. Hanabusa and Yoite hugging each other.
Image 3: "please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it)." Hanabusa knitting a scarf. Yoite's gloved hand holding a scarf. Yoite looking down at his scarf he's holding. Hanabusa looking surprised while holding Yoite's hat. Miharu taking off his scarf as he stands face to face with Yoite. Miharu reaching up to wrap that scarf around Yoite's neck.
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"Found You." A short story by me!!
"I found you!!" I screeched at my sister as she emerged from her not so amazing hiding spot, "I always finding you! You suck at this game!"
My sister scoffed and rolled her eyes, momma says she'll see her brain one of these days, "You only find me because I let you!" Not a chance, she's just bad at hide and seek. Even if she's older than me.
"Nu-uh! Prove it! Hide really *really* good a-and I'll still find you!" She agrees to my terms and I start counting.
"60 seconds!" She tells over her shoulder as she runs away.
That's all it took. Just 60 seconds for my sister to disappear. I remember that day like it just happened, even after 20 years. I closed my little eyes and started counting, I wasn't that good at numbers yet, but I am now. I had visited our old house as soon as I got my investigation licence. Our parents still lived there, so it was nice to see them, but I was on the job.
I searched her old room, and mine. Mom and dad refused to change them at all. There was a thicker layer of dust on her stuff then there was on mine. I read her notebooks, her journals, her old computer still worked too so I searched that. Nothing all that useful though.
Siera wasn't very secretive, she told me everything, and told our parents even more. She couldn't lie if her life depended on it. That was fact.
I searched the house more than once, twice, even three times before deciding to move outside. Looking at the backyard made me feel way too big; this yard used to feel like a jungle when I was 7.
I started walking around the graveyard of painful bittersweet memories, grimacing with a sad smile at the place I had found her last. I had always felt guilty for telling her to hide again. She didn't have to listen to me, but she did. 'That's what big sisters do', she said.
I tried to think how she would think; where would I go, as an 12 year old, to hide from a 7 year old.
My first thought was the treeline, but police and dogs and even helicopters had gone over this forest maybe a hundred times so I decided to rule that option out.
The next thought was the cliffs. We lived in the mountains, no 7 year old would go to the cliffs...
So that's where I went.
The woods were thicker out here, like they didn't want to be walked into. Strangely enough; it got thinner as quick as it had gotten thicker, and the woods were normal again, albeit a little quiet.
It's about midday when I realise I'd been walking for a while. I didn't know the woods were so vast back here; I thought I'd surely have reached the mountains by now.
I paused to take note of my surroundings; trees, weird rock, more trees, a small puddle from the recent rain storm, more trees.. it felt like it was going on forever. I checked my watch to see how much longer I could be out here and–
"What the hell.." I muttered, confused. My watch said 8:45, the exact same time I had walked into the woods back at the house, "Goddamn smart watch.. I probably don't have good connection.." I sighed heavily and shook my head, figuring that I'd just need to judge it based on the sun.
I was about to keep walking when I heard what sounded like a woman's voice far out to my left; against my better judgement and my knowledge I yelled out a simple 'Hello?', only to get silence in return. I shrugged and kept walking, it was most likely a bird.
I kept hearing that woman, she sounded like she was getting closer the more I walked and she sounded like she needed help. 'Shes on my path, why not check it out..' I found myself thinking. And then I found myself walking a little faster; an uneasy feeling started to settle under my skin. Like the unhinged and more deranged cousin of goosebumps.
Then I was running. I wasn't sure what started it; the birds started getting really loud, a heard something big run through the forest–probably a bear–and then, all of a sudden, everything went still.
No more birds. I stopped running, almost tripping. The only sound was 2 pairs of ragged breathing. Mine, and...
A felt a gust of hot air on my back and the smell of rancid, rotting meat fill my nose. I quickly turned around to see—
There she stood; 15 feet tall. Her hair was the only thing that distinguished her. Long and deep, deep red. Her other features were...long gone. Her skin was replaced and stretched over a lengthy, bony body, and it had blackened to the colour of obsidian.
She didn't have a face anymore. In it's place was a long, uneven and cracked, pale white skull. Branch like antlers shot out from either side of her head. This wasn't my Siera anymore, but still...
"I found you, again.."
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ive been convinced to make a dungeon meshi oc
^^^ mage belongs to tunafeesh on insta
love making all my self inserts weird little freaks
Hes from a small village that was near a dungeon, he was given to the village as a kid and was then used as a sacrifice since the village believed that his death as both goat and man would be a worthy sacrifice so that the towns pleas for saftey from the monsters within would be fufilled. He would always be revived afterwards and lived a fairly normal life (besides that), he was treated well and pampered since the town basically believed their saftey was because of him!! but just cause everybody is sweetsy and kind to you doesnt make getting your throat slit every other month any easier
so when hes older he eventually just dips cause screw that and just wanders through the dungeon and lives there for a good amount of time.. HE IS BAD AT IT.. cause he doesnt know how to take care of himself but he turns out fine!!! :] (ish)
i mainly based most of their design off of like how the greeks would dress up the goats/livestock they would sacrifice (also partly thinking about icebound midwinter)
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