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@kiigan

玫:

He has her attention — which can be a good or bad thing, depending on who you ask and what her mood is. She's given the impression that he thinks she's a deity, and some have called her this over the course of her long life. Predominantly for how she looks and speaks, she's too outlandish, but also in part that she is someone who stays around far longer than one should. Human beings don't live forever, and she certainly gives this impression.

He is by far the most interesting of his entire group. Not everyone has such an extensive and expanded mindset.

"You seem to think me godlike, or of such status" she utters with some mild amusement, but it's far more flat and veiled than as animated as one may be. "I am not so, nor do I believe in such things. I merely respect nature as she has cultivated it." The clarification is necessary. She's not a god. She is human, started out as such... Her circumstances were merely different, and set for her. An ironic thing, given his question about fate and roles.

"Information is power, as I've stated. Such a thing is a key to many doors, and I have been alive for far too long to have seen majority of what lies beyond them: Greed, power, and domination. A hand could count the instances which it is used for their communities, families — the betterment of those around them than ill-intention... In some way, I myself am responsible for such an outcome. I swayed a moment in life, an experience, or aided destruction of another." She explains this somewhat vaguely. Like she doesn't want to say too much, give any ideas. A testament to what she just said. She's responsible for giving someone a proverbial key to a door yet opened. She's not a god for doing so. It's just moral obligation — ethical, in some cases.

"Because of this — depending on the magnitude of information given — if it should be something so altering that it defies nature or disrupts balance in this world, I am responsible to correct such actions... The only exemptions would be the ignorant and oblivious, as they do not know what was said and given. The individual who asked for knowledge and misused it will simply be added to my garden, nothing more."

Her violet eyes settle on him again, with a dark existential dullness. Maybe it's her exhaustion with life, this same song and dance she's experienced and endured for centuries. Perhaps it's arrogance that she looks an Uchiha in the eye, especially with such eyes active that would typically warrant a person to be wary. It's another note to perhaps her strength, her disregard for herself and this uncaring demeanor for the typical. She is not to be trifled with. It's a quiet reminder.

"I am not kind, nor merciful. I exist as any other natural disaster... To live or die is for them to decide, and if they want to make a fool of themselves and meander with something they don't understand, I have no issues making an example of them."

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“Someone’s got daddy issues.”

玫:

"If you're going to assume so casually of me, I'm going to give you issues..."

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I have been feeding the ghosts my crimson red dreams - but it was always the heart they were after.

Helaena Moon

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“I won’t ever become broken like you.”

@chidoricry

玫:

"Telling yourself that by using my life as an example will only be more fruitful by your actions, Sasuke. Letting your emotions take reign of your body and mind will bring you down with me, understand?"

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Headcanon:

Apathetic:

A lot of art drawn does not often depict Sakuyoru emoting, and it's not because of a skill barrier, it's just because she is always emotionless in the face and in her body language. Nothing about her makes much sense, and she tends to defy the norm. It's how she prefers it — to be left unread.

It was a conditioned behavior from her father: To not ever show emotions. It was such a learned behavior that it never did go away as she aged.

Despite what she is taught, she feels very deeply. Whatever is felt, it's always seen in her eyes, but never her face. All of it internalized, all the time. Particularly anger and sadness, which impact her more profoundly than any other feeling. Great sensations of despair trigger an all-body tenseness, shaking, and tearful eyes — but she will never actively shed them. It's no longer forced, just habitual. You cannot tell her to not bottle something in, it's just her default. It's enough she will let you see her feel so greatly in an instance of vulnerability.

The concept of being indominable and unyielding is what defines her from an outward perspective, and it's what she wants to convey at all times. This uncanny immovability is what also crosses as a warning, like how animals will show bright colors to detail toxicity and a deterrent, and for her — it is so outwardly presented it tends to make people feel uncomfortable, judged, or inferior if she is watching them.

Her apathy is also a form of numbness and detachment, and is often seen in those who experienced great trauma. In a way, it is a defense mechanism, but is intensely debilitating at the same time. Loneliness is something she feels greatly as well, but perceives it as a necessary cost for her own emotional and mental safety when it comes to connections with others.

Despite being outwardly apathetic in body and expression, there is a lot more going on internally that is not ever if rarely seen.

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bold what applies, italicize sometimes. repost, don't reblog .

Tagged By: @s-talking Tagging: Anyone who wishes to do so

• fights honorably / fights dirty • prefers close - quarters / prefers range • chats during / goes silent • low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance • attacks in bursts / attacks steadily • goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first • is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases • gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking • uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle • rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging • fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement • fights because they have to / fights because they want to • fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another (depends on person) • prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic or spells (After Death Verse specifically) • their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional • transforms for battle / fights as they appear • relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed • uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential • exhausts quickly / has high stamina • behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities • uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength • avoids civilians / strikes down civilians • damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings • signature fighting style / makes it up as they go • mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set • fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / cautious footwork • messy fighter / elegant fighter • accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy • compliments their opponent / insults their opponent • uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves • prefers to dodge / prefers to block • defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable • uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method • plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy • waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready • fears death / fears pain / fears killing • has ptsd / avoids fighting • has lost a fight / has won a fight • has killed / refuses to kill • wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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Cranky grumpy teenage Sasuke noises. It’s too early to be woken up.

@chidoricry

玫:

"The dawn waits for no one, young raven" the woman muses, her hand teasing the dark and disheveled spikes, correcting it only after a moment of meddling.

"You must learn that in this world you must be ready for everything and anything. Death will not wait for you to sober, nor give you a second try." she reminds, the slight tenderness in her tone being the only softness to cushion the intense monotone she brings. Never was it a brevity with her. No leisure, at least not as often as he might prefer. With no doubt, he is more than protected in her presence from all the things she claims, but she will not always be around him at every instance. He must learn and retain the teachings, as cruel as they may seem in this era of 'peace'.

"Surely you're not so tired as to dismiss breakfast? Before you're tested on the understandings of energy and its types in and out of chakra standards..."

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@kiigan

玫:

The silence she puts this room in is uncomfortable at best, only likely due to the fact she is simply staring and watching. Ever so still like the cold of winter. It's hard to pinpoint what she's thinking, if she's planning, scheming... This mask of hers puts even a porcelain doll to shame. Right until she finally sighs to herself through her nose. Not really defeated, but it's there. Like she's come to terms with herself.

"I am guarded for the information I harbor for good reason" she starts, the monotone she's carried so far has a tired lilt to it, but it's not to betray that she is very capable and ready at all times. Life is not kind, and thus you must be cruel when necessary.

"I care not what moral and/or ethical conscience you maintain — should you agree or no — knowing things is not for the faint of heart, and is a greater asset than an army of many men." Her bare soles finally move. There was not such a single sound from her as she moved, a testament to her ability to be unseen effortlessly. This inaudible approach is toward the window where he is closest, but only to stand by its wooden frame looking out. It's not hard to tell she is taller than him at 6 feet, which is a rare feat even for a woman.

"The tailed beasts have a history older than all of us. The power they encompass in themselves is but a fraction to a greater entity, split in 9 parts to keep order... To so much as attempt to control one is suicide, and to keep its energy stowed away is a fool's demise on this world."

Not a chance in Hell this woman is that old. She looks like she just turned 20, but talks like an elder. Maybe she's being vague for a reason. Trust issues and all that...

"Being that I know more than one should, for such an overstayed extent of time, means I carry pertinent information that could easily sway this world. Be it a mundane task, a village, or in such a case as tailed beasts — the world. I have responsibility to assess where that information falls to, and whom knows it. If by any means what I relay is used for ill-purpose that is beyond mere wars and human nonsense, I will have no choice but to step in and make... corrective measures" It's not said lightly. If anything, stating so much as corrective measures didn't sound like a mere assassination mission, no collection operation. It seems she understands her vagueness was not helpful, so when she looks at him — it's like Death was standing there instead, warning.

Death did ride a pale horse...

"Whomever is informed that undermines the balance of nature: They will be sought. Those they informed so much as a vague single word, is sought. If their families and neighbors informed, they are sought... There will be no trace of what was said, written, nor recorded. If I must, should this information be housed in a town, village, or any civilization that it has been mass-spread — it will be cleaned out and its foundations torn asunder like a clean slate."

"Depending on what information and the extent you ask of me, I must ascertain you are not a fool, and give it away to anyone else... So I must ask again, what do you want to know?"

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@s-talking

玫:

The sound of a single-horse carriage is what gave away its nearing approach. A rough rolling against old overgrown cobblestone in tandem with light trotting of a black horse, whom was being guided by a servant on its back donning grey samue. Not too opulent was the courtier carriage, but obviously noble in material: The wooden boards painted a deep red, a black ornate top, and golden accents. There was a neat golden rope above the entrance of this carriage specifically, adorned with shide as if it was a holy space.

Once the horse halted, the door was opened almost readily so. Not by the servant, but a beauteous woman donning a red-violet hanfu with various floral patterns. Her skin so very porcelain in its pallor, and long styled hair as white as snow. It made her stand out all the more with this lovely tinge of color at her eyes and lips as she smiled their way. Carefully stepping out to give a respectful and curt bow.

When she stood again, her eyes looked so joyous. Like she was seeing distant family members again after a long time away. These people were strangers to her in reality, but something about her was so welcoming. A far cry from the very formal and almost stern wording in the scroll sent by her husband a month ago.

"I understand the formality is out of place. Do forgive me." she says sweetly, her words soft and pleasant to the ears. Her Korean was somewhat fluent, but it’s distinct that she was taught and not grown with the language. “I couldn't help myself to see my son and mother in law in person so soon... I felt you deserved to be seen by one of us directly than being sent a servant. Please do step inside. I'll explain along the way to our estate" she ushers, her gentle hand hovering but not touching as she directly assists them into the carriage. Her scent is a lovely and quiet lavender undertone as she sits among them.

"I am Xiù Fāng, lady of the Fāng estate~" she begins warmly, dainty hands folded upon her lap in a very formal and calm fashion, despite the happiness akin to an excited child dancing behind her bright lavender eyes.

Towering trees untouched for hundreds if not thousands of years pass by them on the ride back. The moment the cobblestone became more even and cleaned up is when the cherry blossoms started to show, overhanging in places until they ended at a tori gate. It was walled off, on each side and around the entirety. The stone path turned into wood as they walked across the bridge and up to the combination of an estate and a castle. It was surrounded by water in places, and seemed to be modelled around it to preserve the land. Many more servants donning brown samue were waiting by the entrance up a little bit of stairs, but no one else was present. It was like nature had a heavy hand in this, it felt like they were still outside than on noble grounds. More like a sacred shrine of sorts, or maybe that was also part of the estate.

“My husband is out at the moment, but aware of your arrival and will be back in time for the wedding. Please do make yourselves at home” the lady assures, walking ahead to guide them to the tearoom. Her sandals left by the doorway in favor of softer shoes to meander. It seems this arrival was well accounted for, as perfect shoe sizes for the young man and his mother were there in order as well.

“Please feel free to get accustomed to our estate at your pace, I know it's a bit spacious... It belonged to my ancestors for generations — typically upheld by a matriarchal shrine maiden — so you may see much older architecture about. We keep it organized by sections: We arrived on the southern side, and now in the center where the tearoom and meeting space reside. The upper portion is where myself and my husband stay, east is the prince's wing, and the west is where things like the library are located. The gardens are north of us, where the ceremony will be held. There are always servants nearby if you need assistance.” she informs extensively, her words ever gentle, as if she was a doting matriarch. It seemed to be a habitual and generational mindset with her ancestors to be so.

The young man’s mother is approached a bit giddily, fawning over her garments quietly at its make and color. “I’m sure your son won’t mind I steal you for a while to talk of arrangements?” she utters, a twinkle in her eyes, but it wasn’t menacing or conniving. Clearly she just wants to surprise their sons to be wed later in the day, and consult his mother for any equal considerations.

“Oh… Should it be okay he meet my dear rose now? Or should we surprise them both at the ceremony?” she asks, her giggling light and infectious as her gaze rests on the woman's son. Her 'scheming' was playful in nature.

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Said 'rose' was currently in the eastern section of the estate. His own custom space different from his brother's, large enough to make it seem like as though a little estate of his own was attached. He stood at the raised wood overhanging the little pond, with arrow knocked in place as he aims for the placed targets in the opened section of forest. His longbow pulled and aimed at a target roughly half a mile away, totally unaware his to-be husband is on estate grounds.

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SakuYoru's updated BDSM/NSFW Test

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A very many-years overdue piece for @s-talking

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❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.

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Sakuyoru's Dead By Daylight Verse

This verse is made with Sakuyoru as both a Killer and Survivor. Majority of Killers in Dead By Daylight have their own Survivors involved with their story, but for Sakuyoru, her only enemy has always been herself. This is made clear by this dual positioning.

Sakuyoru as a Survivor dresses according to her Modern Verse, whereas Sakuyoru as a Killer dresses according to her Default Verse.

The alternate skin is their male counterpart, Yorusaku.

Killer Subverse:

Darkness and misery has clung to Sakuyoru since the moment she was born, if not perhaps, before. Molded by the judgement and warfare of her father, whom is the sole reason for her life being as cursed as it is. Her mother could only do so much to support and put back the pieces of a child constantly fracturing from every sharp tone and survival tactic.

She would not know such love and support after the age of seven, when her father killed her mother in the midst of midnight. Ever since then, she was an orphan. Living alone in the wilderness, surviving from the lesson her father enforced. Every waking moment, she feels something sinister in the background, and assumes it to be her father manifested as mental torment. Every time she tried to sleep, only nightmares and terrors came to her, and would awaken to nothing but darkness as her cold blanket in the night.

Sakuyoru should not have been able to live so much as a year on her own, but she was not human. Not entirely. Her mother's predecessors run through every sinew and cell of her body, the evolutionary connectedness of human to nature through the plants that surrounded them. Though, she truly is cursed: Meant to both maim and mend, despite the Fang Family being exclusively healers.

She is the last of her family, both by blood and lineage. She has always been alone, and she has used it to thrive off of, in tandem with vengeance and rage. Every time she should have been cut down, shot through, dismembered... A strange presence made itself known, observing the way she would slowly get back up when she should have bled out or succumb to her injuries. Every scar was a reminder of her perseverance.

In adulthood, after murdering her last remaining family members, she exploited her biological manipulation for her own machinations. She could no longer age, she could not have children, and all of her internal systems were remade and given different roles for living. On the outside, she seemed normal, but every cell and fiber of her being on the inside was far from that.

It was on her 100th birthday that she put her curiosity toward the presence she had assumed to be her father's shadow. The Unnamed One could never be put down so simply as she thought at 16. When one night it appeared again, Sakuyoru exited her abode and sauntered toward the tree line, staring into the darkness – and it stared back. Whatever it was, new she would not be swayed so simply. Her father sowed the seeds of every little thing to keep her from reacting. She was like a still porcelain doll.

It used Sakuyoru's inquisitive nature against her, and she knew what it was doing. The fog that swallowed her forests made every single shadow darker than it normally would be at this time and season, her roses did not react to this presence – giving enough clues as to what this constant stranger is.

Like an apex predator, she stalked forth into the deep fog, where the Realm would come to know The Achromatic Despot.

Killer Perks and Special Ability:

Weapon:

The Thorn Armor is the Primary Weapon of The Despot. It's like a second skin, and blends into the dark. Intended to maim and rend as much as it does protect the body it grows on.

Appears as a hand for basic, but an elongated branch for lunges.

Power: White Rose

Special Attack: Reap and Sow

Being attacked by The Despot’s weapon applies the Broken and Exhausted Status Effect for 60 seconds.

Special Ability: Culling Chord

When hit by The Despot, the Survivor becomes marked, and other Survivors become oblivious to the status, activities, and actions of any marked Survivors until they return to the Healthy Health State.

Special Ability: Siren's Lull

The Despot's terror radius is replaced with a haunting hum. The softer and sweeter it sounds, the farther away she is. If The Despot is within 10 meters of a Survivor, the song becomes muffled, then quiet when in 5 meters.

While within 3 meters of a wall or structure, The Despot becomes Undetectable. If she attacks without being spotted, she will let out a piercing scream that deafens and renders the Survivors Oblivious in a 15 meter radius for 5 seconds.

Special Item: Rosaceous Hooks

Hooks in the trial become overgrown in The Despot's signature roses.

When unhooked from Rosaceous Hooks for the first time, the Survivor suffers from Hindered Status Effect until regaining the Healthy Health State. If unhooked a second time, the Survivor suffers from Injured Status Effect for the rest of the trial.

Special Enemy: Despotic Servant

Survivors that have been killed by Memento Mori or hook drop to the ground as a Despotic Servant. Serving The Despot in death.

They will spawn in the spot the Survivor was hooked or killed, and their Aura's revealed to The Despot at all times. They will wear the clothes of the Survivor killed, and behave like Survivors as a means of stealth by pretending to perform actions such as doing generators and interacting with totems or chests, and will appear as though they are crouching. They will pretend to act on a vault of a pallet or window by standing in front of it. These stealth activities only last for 3 seconds before they move again. These are signs that a 'Survivor' is a Despotic Servant.

Despotic Servants roam the trial, and track scratch marks and loud noise notifications. They will move at 5 m/s when stalking another if they are found within 10 seconds of the loud noise notification. If the Survivor makes a inconspicuous action 5 meters near the Despotic Servant, they will investigate the area with 3 seconds of Haste. When in a 2 meter range of another Survivor for more than 15 seconds, they will notify The Despot through Killer Instinct, and remain idle for 30 seconds before moving again.

Despotic Servants can only be stunned, blinded, or hindered. Upon being stunned or hindered by a Survivor, the Survivor will scream.

Perk 1. Hex: Hypervigilance

Surviving alone has made you one with nature. You perceive everything. Nothing can run, nor hide.

While a Survivor is inside the 8/16/24 meter radius, they suffer from the Exposed Status Effect. When the Survivor leaves the radius, they become revealed by Killer Instinct for 3 seconds.

If this Hex Totem remains during the Endgame Collapse, the radius becomes 16/24/32 meters, and grants the ability to kill all survivors within the radius. It's location will be known to all survivors during this time.

When the Hex Totem is cleansed or blessed, all Survivors suffer from the Exposed Status Effect for 10 seconds.

Perk 2. Apex Predator

You are above all in the food chain – be them prey or hunter alike.

When in line of sight of a Survivor in the Injured, Deep Wound, or Dying State, you gain the Haste Status Effect for 5/7/9 seconds, moving at 5.5 m/s for the duration.

Apex Predator enters a 30/20/15 second cooldown if a Survivor is out of sight for 5 seconds.

Perk 3. Despotic Vengeance

You persevere through all trials and tribulations brought upon you. Make them pay.

You cannot be stunned, hindered, nor blinded. If a Survivor attempts to Stun, Hinder, or Blind you, the action's effect is inflicted upon the Survivor instead.

Survivor Subverse:

Life for Sakuyoru was almost like any other. Her mother stayed at home in one country, and her father in the one she was born in. The separation was necessary, but not enough. The Yakuza he had been formerly aligned with were not the honorable kind, and tracked down his family to England. The quiet morning would cease the silence with the sound of gunfire coming through the wooden door, only hitting the adult woman inside. Her pale hair stained red, and yet despite the traumatic ordeal, died almost peacefully. Only because she died knowing her youngest child in the home was safe.

Sakuyoru; however, having witnessed the only loving human in her life be taken from her, was subject to mental illnesses brought on by the event. Her albinism was already prone to bullying by peers, but her mental troubles shown through her behavior. All of which was far from supported and tended to by her father, who moved his children back to Japan to reside in his estate. It was just her that stayed within predominantly, so loneliness was her only company while her father kept to his businesses, and her older sibling Gods know where doing who knows what.

Sakuyoru had a tendency to respond to her harassers in public school in a far from healthy manner. Many children who thought she would be easy to mess with would find themselves with broken bones and nastier bruises. Her demeanor toward any person around her was filled with distrust, her only 'friends' being the animals that would come to her willingly. Despite her misanthropic violence, was kind and gentle with plants and animals – they did not judge her, they did not harm her, particularly the crows that would sit by her every day. Watching with their black lightless eyes.

She was known as The Pale Girl by the student body. Faculty knew who her father was, and were always at the ready to help if she needed it – afraid of what would happen if they weren't satisfactory to Sakuyoru. She never asked for anything, though. She had to learn in adolescence how to take care of herself. The only thing her father did in her life was set her up for schooling and therapy, but was rarely physically present.

Sakuyoru only split from her father's estate when she learned of why her mother had been taken from her so early in her life. She resented her father. Refused anything he had to offer. By this time, she was done with college and capable of living on her own, and that's exactly what she did. Wherever she went, the crows followed. She considered them her new family.

Once at her new home, it was meticulously kept and quiet, save for the caws of crows outside on her balcony. All was some semblance of new normalcy for her, at least for almost a year. It was her 21st birthday, October 30th, and Halloween was on the horizon. She spent her favorite holiday with dark and gothic decor, her home smelled like apples and spice, and dried autumn leaves hung on string around the doorways.

That night, after everyone had finished their celebrations, she set up a ritual dedicated to prosperity and peace for the remainder of the year. A neat circle was in the middle of her bedroom, with candles lit and a small bell at the end of a silk string in her hand.

The energy in her room was heavy, and what light was cast from the candles dared not reflect off the walls. They flickered violently, but Sakuyoru would not know this, as her eyes were shut. Only opening in alarm when the candles were swiftly snuffed out by the darkness encroaching the circle in a deep black fog. All she saw before being vanishing, was a single black crow – staring back at her. Knowingly.

All was cold. Awakening on her back in the middle of dark forests, where in the distance was a campfire, and a few shadows of people surrounding it. She did not approach to join, nor ask questions about where she was and how it came to be. Even in this place, far from home, the crows flocked to her. Like always, she kept to herself. Always quiet, and never made herself readily known. She stayed on the outskirts, just on the border of what was safe and what wasn't, but can see the campfire clearly.

Strangely, she found this place more comforting than the world she always knew.

Survivor Perks:

Perk 1 - Boon: Hypervigilance

An affliction of anxiety claims you - you trust nothing and no-one, not even yourself.

Press and hold the Active Ability button on a Dull or Hex Totem to bless it and create a Boon Totem.

Soft chimes ring out in a radius of 24 meters.

All Survivors and the Killer benefit from the following effects when inside the Boon Totem's radius:

An aura of 8/16/25 meter radius around the totem protects Survivors inside from Killer Instinct, Aura reading, and Exposed Status Effect.

This lingers for 5 seconds after leaving the Boon Totem's range.

While inside the Boon Totem's radius, all sounds from Survivors and the Killer become muffled.

Perk 2 - Introversion

Working with others puts possibility for risks. You work alone, live alone, and will die alone.

When around no other Survivors in a 9/6/3 meter radius, you gain increased Action speeds in Repairing, Healing, Sabotaging, Unhooking, Cleansing, Blessing, Opening, and Unlocking.

You gain the ability to heal yourself without a Med-Kit, but disables when around other Survivors in a 9/6/3 radius.

If you are the only survivor alive, all Action speeds increase to 110%, and gain 4.5 m/s for 60 seconds.

Perk 3 - Improvision

You are intelligent and resourceful, able to create with what you have in dire circumstances.

Press and hold the Active Ability button on a Dull or Boon Totem to move or hold it.

If there is an active Boon on the carried totem, soft chimes ring out in a radius of 24 meters.

Press and hold the Special Ability button on a Dull or Boon Totem to move and/or hold it after a Difficult Skill Check. While holding the Dull or Boon Totem, you cannot run for 6/4/2 seconds. If you lose a health state while holding the Dull or Boon Totem, it will break.

After repairing Generators for a total 50%, Improvise allows the Survivor to recharge an item in their hand by using the Ability Button inside a Locker.

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For @s-talking because my brain won't shut up about it:

If Saku met Envy at New Eden Sanitorium?

When she thinks of wards — portrayed in books and papers — it is a facility to house the unstable or mad, and sometimes the wicked, for a brief period. You enter, stay for a time, and leave.

She didn’t think anything of it when she stopped taking her medication. It’s still a mystery as to why she ceased her treatment, but it became obvious in the week without it. Irritability, complex paranoia, psychosis, and staring off or at people or items for a bit longer than she should. The off behavior concerned her poor old boss at the flower shop, who called a non-emergency number. The woman needed more than help, and she would receive it by being held in a hospital. She needed to be admitted to a ward, and was mandated by court order from her psychiatrist a day after.

Her psychiatrist has no control of where she goes to be treated. They assumed she would get the help she needed.

.....

New Eden Sanitarium was no mere ward... It was a prison. A lab.

Sakuyoru Xìn-Fāng arrived from the back of steel double doors to a transport truck. Wrapped in a thick white sheet, held in place by black leather belts, which fastened in the back to keep her arms tightly bound behind her. A black mask over her nose and mouth too, to keep her from biting anyone else after the first three nurses received punctures from the peculiarly sharp ivories.

The restraints could do only so much. Her anger was too abrupt, fueled by her untreated paranoia and adrenaline. She was so restless they had to sedate her with an above average dose, her body too accustomed to what she’s prescribed for insomnia.

Sakuyoru was wheeled off to one of the more closed off wings. Something about her case was severe enough to warrant it, apparently. Not a lot if any patients are held here — more staff for security purposes — but it has this silence about it that gave her the impression she was the only patient here. She felt isolated, but it's something she didn't mind at all. Except for the unnerving feeling that something bad was going to happen. They just claimed it to be a product of her paranoia though.

.....

Erratic behavior . Oculocutaneous albinism . Hypermobility . Psychotic depression . CPTSD . Cold intolerance . Photophobia . Eisoptrophobia . Haphephobia — it's what's listed on this black-colored paper attached to the door of her room. Most of the record courtesy of her psychologist and primary doctor, but anything else were notes by the head doctor and his nurses: Patient should only be seen after [head doctor] signs off on it . No less than three staff members at all times when entering the patient's room for safety purposes. Patient must be sedated before any interaction is made for safety purposes

Her aggression was so volatile, there was a little glued-on dry-erase board, with in black marker says: Days Since Last Injury To Staff --

She felt like an animal in a cage. Studied and poked at in the second month at New Eden. They took some of her pristine white hair, to see if any reason why it was so white that it refracted light slightly. They cut a 3x3 square of her skin at least 2 layers deep to assess the structure and texture in various areas, why it had no hair, scratched easily, why she was so unnaturally cooler in temperature, and how it is there wasn't a single blemish or mark to the skin. Many ocular exams of many hours seeing how this woman's eyes had a purple tinge to the blue. They looked at all her records both medical and social, wanting to understand why she was so angry, paranoid, loathed people ... They put her near other patients from another wing to see how she would respond to proximity, and monitored her when she was completely alone for one week. They tried to take one of her sharp canines, but it was deemed too dangerous, so they merely tested the bite strength and depth of punctures.

They wondered what she saw, felt, and heard when she had psychotic instances, because it was the only time she was very animated and emotional. This was the only time she was ever interacted with in-depth. The nurses, security, doctors, and her own perceived warped reality at times. Only time she actively spoke — with notion of conversation — was when she answered to someone who wasn't there.

Every single time they came to do tests, she fought them. Either one or two nurses would be hurt in the recovery process — one of them almost killed in the five months she's been there because they tried changing her clothes without warning, having the poor woman in a chokehold with just her legs alone. At some point, she stopped responding to sedatives, and everything that may induce pain would be a testament to her endurance and ability to disassociate from the moment. They never saw her shed a tear or look pained at all. The guy who took initiative to try and get such a response called her stubborn when she didn't budge.

They didn't trust her pre-existing issues and notes from her prior psychiatrist and primary doctor. They needed all new everything, from skin to bone — literally. They said it was because they needed to double check for errors.

She had a feeling these people were fraudulent fools from the very start. Even in her madness, her gaze was sharp and pinpointed. Breaking everything down from the attire the staff wore, the tools they used, the very concrete that made the white walls... All of it scrutinized in her mind. For someone strapped to a wheeled chair, she gave the impression like she owned the pristine room. It put any overtly confident doctor on the spot to be met with such disdain and discontent...

The first time she was spoken to by the head doctor at this facility, she just stared at them with nothing but disappointment and judgement. When asked, she simply said, "Lackluster", and didn't elaborate when asked why she said the single word. It was the only time she actively spoke to the staff.

At least her antipsychotics were under control, somewhat.

.....

Everything at New Eden was boring until her eighth month there.

She didn't know she had a neighbor until one of the nurses came in to clean the room. The heavy metal door wide open while she's strapped and chained to a floor-bolted chair by her legs and arms . It was quiet and unnerving, staring at the nurse cleaning around with a mop and broom, a second nurse leaning on the wall. A different nurse was seen entering the door across from hers, just a few feet away. When it opens, she's confused and surprised.

He had a pallor resembling hers, yet where she was this pristine white, he had a darkness about him. His eyes and hair the same pitch black, nails too. Her antithesis . He's been here the whole time , she realizes. Never saying anything... Her staring at this young man to the nurse's eyes made her think Sakuyoru was experiencing another visual hallucination, but Sakuyoru was just watching him from her room. Her head did this little tilt from how curious and confused she was, causing one of the metal chains to shift, and startling the nurse in her room. The woman stood still and gasped, her broom held close, and caught the attention of the nurse in his room — the male nurse assumed Sakuyoru was about to hurt another staff member again.

Her attention moved away from him to the three nurses, the man approaching closely. Closer than he should have, because she slammed the front of her muzzle against his face, and made a big deal of it all. While she's swarmed by other nurses, her hissing and growling doesn't sound human. More like a cat crossed with a gator, a snake at times... It's how she's being wheeled off to have her vocal chords assessed in the hours after. Apparently she is polyphonic, a genetic trait from her late mother. They tried to make her sing, but all they received was silence, and a very violent stare.

She must have looked psychotic and unhinged to her newly found neighbor...

.....

When she's allowed outside for the first time in a year, it was overcast. The first place she moved to was the far corner against the facility wall, where she had complete visual coverage of the entire courtyard. It was mildly comforting, considering she's still in her jacket and muzzle, in this cage... She stared up at the clouds, her mind completely elsewhere. So much so, she didn't realize the door opened again.

She's pulled out of her thoughts at the sound of metal chains clinging, and her gaze landed to the cause — him . Her neighbor . Her antithesis .... Wearing his own jacket, looking identical to her own. It seems he knew where she was immediately, considering her pallor made her look like someone erased color wherever she sat or stood, so naturally, she's easy to locate.

They stared at each other, just like they did the first time — albeit now outside and free to roam, instead of in their individual cells. She wonders if him being in the same wing as her meant something she needed to be wary of. If he was put here with her in the courtyard to have her tested again with someone just as quiet and violent...

One of the security called him a murderer and monster, so she has no name, just an opinion and an idea of why he's in here.

He sits away from her, but they still stare. Like they have this unspoken conversation, maybe an understanding? After 20 minutes, she started looking back to the heavy forestry far in the distance, at the clouded sky above, or at the birds that came and went. Even here, the ravens and crows flock. Maybe they followed her here from her house. Who knows...

When one of them flutters down to her sock-bound feet, she tilts her head at the corvid. The first proper words she spoke that wasn't laced with anger, hatred, and disdain. She didn't growl, hiss, or huff irritably. Her words are soft, tender, like she cares about this creature. " Pretty bird ..." she whispers, too quiet from an extended period of silence. It's something all the ravens and crows say when they perch near her, when she looks at them at her house anyway. This display wasn't lost to the staff who monitored the cameras, so they started calling her Snow White, to mock her.

.....

He starts inching closer to her each time they meet in this courtyard over the course of two months. Every time, she stares at him for exactly 20-30 minutes as he does this, and she wonders if he lessens the distance to get under her skin. If he's been forced to do this from the staff... At some point he's at least 10 feet from her. Sitting against the wall near the door. She sees his scars more clearly now, and wonders what all he's been subject to. He's clearly been here longer than she has... Her staring wasn't lost to him, though. They always had this mutual quiescence to them.

He doesn't do anything at all, which unnerves her more than anything, sitting so very still. Her gaze on him the entire time when he's about 5 feet from her the next time around. He just watches. Stares at her like he sees something astounding, and she cannot place why. She just assumes he'll do what the staff do, and taunt her or provoke her in some way.

The moment is ruined when three staff members enter the courtyard with a syringe, but they're watching him instead of her. Three more arrive, and she slowly stands to her full height. Not liking any of it. It put the staff on edge immediately. Her inaudible steps on the grass have her standing in front of this peculiar man who she's met and watched, but never truly know. Her back to him, acting like she won't allow the nurses to do whatever they have planned, or were ordered. More than likely the latter.

At least four of them were floored, one in critical condition.

Sakuyoru used her mask as a battering ram, her whole weight thrown into them when engaged, swinging herself around using the long straps with belts at the ends to whip anyone in range, her basic training kicking in as her long legs are used to evade and attack, defying the belts connected to her jacket — something none of the records held to warn that this crazy bitch had military training ... One of the nurses tried using the syringe on her, but sedatives aren't effective anymore, not even of that high a dose inside the clear tube. They had to use a paralytic to put her down in the end. She was carried by more staff members arriving to take them both out of the courtyard, her eyes on this strange young man the entire time.

She confused the staff that evening, because she never exhibited selflessness when with others. A note to her unpredictability, they suppose. She can't forget this odd look that briefly washed over his grim face...

.....

They call them both monsters, as she's always overheard. He's killed too many people, and she's incredibly unstable. They aren't fit to be out in the world. They're to be observed, questioned, and tested regularly.

The next time she sees him is when her door opens swiftly. Standing there with the wildest look in his only visible eye... He's not secured in his jacket anymore, she notes. Sitting straight against the wall she's chained to , staring at him like she always does. There was no fear in her eyes — paranoia, sure, but she didn't have the same raw horror and dismay on her face or in her body language. She was very unlike the nurses and doctors that met him one way or another, maybe bumping into him, maybe he stalked them and got hold of them... Only he knows.

She looks like she's not slept in probably a week and a half, the way the dark circles around her eyes make her look half dead. Her hair much too long and unkempt in her time here, the way it ravels and pools behind her and about her splayed out legs like rivers of white silk. A perpetual frown, brows furrowed with a sense of discontent and anger simmering even all by herself in this cell. She looks awful, composed yet murderous.

Her head turns away from him when his bloody hands are too close, taking hold of the silver latch on her muzzle, and she stills with surprise when it comes loose with a clink. Looking at him directly, then at the mask she's donned for too long, now in her lap. She looks confused. Appreciative, but confused .

Next were the latches on the long tethers keeping her jacket to the wall. That was torn away too. He just tore the fabric in half with his bare hands. She's not terrified, just astonished by the strength to pull leather apart like it was nothing ...

When she can finally move her shoulders, bringing her arms in front of her, they shake in place. Looking at her palms, bending her fingers, curling her hand into a solid fist... She wonders for a moment if she's hallucinating again... Being free ? It's too good to be true. She doesn't even care why his hands are stained red, looking at them briefly. He just looks manic as hell, but composed...

She slowly stands, finally on her feet after sitting there chained to the wall for three days. Wobbly from imbalance, being sedentary too long will do that to a person. She's almost as tall as him she notes, as he has a few inches above her. She looks much smaller than him by contrast. Being kept here made her look more frail than usual.

"Why...?" she asks quietly, still very confused. Her violet eyes pleading in a way... He could have just left and been on his way after getting himself loose. He doesn't even know her...

" ... pretty ... bird ... " he mimics simply, in the quietest, delayed baritone she's ever heard.

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♡ Yandere Alphabet ♡

Remastered with permission from the creator. Original alphabet found here.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

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