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          It went long. It went way too long. A string of muffled curses and self-deprecating remarks make their way from Takumi’s mouth as he weaved his way through the bamboo. He had been distracted, far too distracted. Too much on his mind lately and it affected his technique. 

Distractions and mistakes. Distractions and mistakes. With how much has happened though, it’s no wonder he can’t shake his thoughts.

Along with the arrow, he finds a man. Stopping in his tracks, the prince stares, the beginnings of nerves tingling in the back of his neck and pit of his stomach. He keeps eye contact, but is wary, brows knitting ever so slightly. Having faced so many opponents, Takumi can tell that this man is some kind of fighter as well. Probably a skilled one.

     “... That’s mine,” he’s brusque, though he doesn’t mean to be. So, he follows that up with, “You look alright, but did it hit anything besides that bamboo?”

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          “An arrow? All the way out here…?”

     The swordsman had discovered a lone, iron arrow lodged into one of the many tall bamboo stalks in the Bamboo Grove… and this certainly isn’t an arrow lost and forgotten. The faint, yet fairly distinct noise of a bowstring let loose had reached his ears not long before a firm thud followed after. As far as Ike could see, the culprit behind this shot was nowhere to be seen– either this was a well hidden archer… or this shot was made from an impressively long distance. … Maybe even unintentionally far, as if this arrow had missed its intended target elsewhere. At any rate, the arrowhead had lodged itself right through the firm bamboo stalk, leaving the shaft stuck in the middle. Trying to force the arrow off in either direction would surely either break it or leave it in an unusable state.

     So with that in mind, the mercenary moves in closer and carefully places his fingers on either side of the sliced bamboo. Once he was certain that he had a fair enough grip, Ike began to pull apart the stalk with relative ease. … Too much ease, in fact– in mere seconds, the small hole created by the arrow was now torn open four times its original size, allowing Ike to retrieve the arrow with ease. At least now the owner can use it a while longer, should they come around to retrieve it.

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          “For some reason... this ‘good v. evil’ talk is making my head hurt a lot...”

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IF YOU’VE NEVER BEEN IN A SITUATION WHERE YOU HAVE TO KILL IN ORDER TO PROTECT THEN YOU’RE VERY, VERY LUCKY

– takumi ( @yanagichiri )

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          “... How about ‘none of the above’ and why don’t you stop trying to call my hair a fruit, vegetable, or animal?! Yes, I get it, it’s weird looking to you or whatever, but that doesn’t mean you get to call me names!”

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▊狐 “I’m having a hard time figuring out your hairstyle. Is it a fuzzy pineapple? A furry gourd? A mink afflicted with the ill effects of static electricity? I can relate! My fur gets all fuzzy when there’s a lot of electrical movement.”

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          For better or for worse, he’s had a lot of free time lately. His schedule has been training, work, and moments alone that he would have previously spent with company. It makes him feel hollow, makes him yearn, but it’s an emotion he can hardly do a thing about.

The library is, of course, quiet aside from the sound of footsteps, turning pages, and keyboard clicks. It’s white noise as he maneuvers the aisles. He has no aim in particular, just an urge to find a distraction. The history sections suit this well, and he meanders without focus, perusing and eventually spotting a book that interests him...

          ... Only to nearly put his hand on a stranger’s.

Takumi jolts back, far more aware than before, and whips his head around only to tilt it back as his eyes make contact with one sulfur iris. He swallows around nothing

     “Oh! Crap, sorry! I wasn’t paying attention!” Regret seeps in to join his sudden fear. “The book’s all yours! Looked pretty interesting, right? History is always interesting! I love history!” Despite telling himself to stop talking, he rambles, laughing a little too high-pitched while still trying to keep his voice at a whisper.          >> @vestraconfidant

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          “... If you’ve never been in a situation where you have to kill in order to protect, then you’re very, very lucky.”

     “But there’s people who have been put in situations where it’s us or them. You have to decide whether you kill in order to make sure you and your loved ones stay safe, or let them live and risk losing everything. Count your blessings if you don’t know what it’s like to make that choice.”

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also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu

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@flyingspinkicks replied to your post: “DON’T TALK CRAP ABOUT SHORT PEOPLE!”

youtu.be/H9T4NUn…

Well now he’s just shaking from conflicted anger because on one hand this song is kinda flattering, but at the same time it STILL CALLS HIM SHORT--

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“DON’T TALK CRAP ABOUT SHORT PEOPLE!”

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To do list (across multiple blogs):

Remake Takumi’s icons

Make more icons for everyone else, including my mun fc icons

New themes for everyone tbh

Condense rules pages where I can because I think my verbosity makes me look way too picky and cautious

Revamp some graphics and about pages

Consider who I’d like to app as a new muse waiting on a reserve fingers crossed

Replies, of course

Why do I keep giving myself so much shit to do--

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WILD CARD : Takumi

Fire Emblem Fates

Second (or third, depending on Kamui) prince of Hoshido; chosen wielder of the divine bow Fujin Yumi; trying very, very hard while being very, very volatile and sensitive.

Actually the best archer in his entire homeland despite how he feels. Also supported by gameplay but that’s getting meta

If you looked up cautious in the dictionary, a picture of him glaring would be the entire entry

If you’re nice right off the bat, he’ll probably like you, he just has Issues with certain people

Temper almost as short as he is

Smartest of his siblings. Doesn’t think he is. Enjoys things like reading and playing shogi

Also enjoys hunting and training

Is at soup

Uh oh! very massive inferiority complex

Should probably have a FRAGILE sticker slapped onto his forehead

Bully him

He has kindly requested that I remove that last item

He retains only some of his memories from the game (Conquest route), but a lot of what happened towards the end is very hazy. Thinking about it for too long or encountering certain people makes his head hurt

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          The woods for weeks? Not unheard of where he was from, but the city dwellers here seemed averse to the idea. Especially since that forest seemed haunted.

TO:  Mr. “Boss” FROM: Takumi

   >> Okay? Don’t get killed I guess.

He wants to ask what’s going on, but personal seems like territory he shouldn’t tread on. Still, he feels like maybe he should say more than that.

   >> If you need my help for whatever reason, call me or text me or whatever.

@sanpatron

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aneerietale‌

A smile stretches ear to ear. He can picture it already, Takumi’s prickly disposition and the furrow between his brows. Was it shameful of him to vex another so? Not that he really cared much in the past if he pushed the wrong buttons so long as he doesn’t over do it. A little bit of fun never hurt anyone!

To: Pineapple Head From: Nikkari Aoe 

[txt] Not even a single inch? What If I need to use the restroom?Could I move then?

ahahaha

[txt] Fibonacci, 125

TO: Annoying Seaweed FROM: Takumi

   >> Hahaha. Very funny.    >> ... but in case you were serious, you can move, just stay in your house.    >> Please.

He doesn’t waste any time leaving after that, grabbing only necessities as he races for the door. Along his way out though, he pauses near the kitchen. After a moment of deliberation, he takes a bag of chips he’d taken from his work the day prior.

He makes good time getting there, yet still stands in front of the door. There’s a pinch in his heart, nervousness he knows he shouldn’t be feeling mixed with something dreadful he doesn’t want to touch on. It makes his fist hesitate next to the wood of the door, and makes him take a deep breath that turns shuddering. Eventually, he does knock, and he takes out his phone to give an “I’m here” text in case that’s ineffective.

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So I had another ad not too long ago, but I feel a lot better about writing this boy again, so here’s an uncapped starter call! Lengths may vary. I may be a little selective and I probably won’t hammer out all of them at once depending on how many like this.

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          A forest. Not an uncommon place to find the young prince, though despite his familiarity with this one, this was not the tranquil Hoshdan woods he’d seen last he was in his home country.

The fact that he now watched his younger self proved that much.

A small, silver-haired princeling with his hands wrist deep and mud and stains on what had to have been a ridiculously expensive kimono played several yards away. He looked to be searching for something... when he wasn’t preoccupied with getting himself dirtier. It had the actual Takumi smiling, basking in the nostalgia of the scene.

     “Soon the aids will come and yell at me...” He muses aloud with a chuckle. “Those days were so much more simple...” So caught up is he in the scene that he nearly misses the guest close by. When he catches her in his periphery, he jolts, but does his best to smooth down any nerves.

     “Oh... what are you doing here?” He questions her, brow furrowing. “Can’t say this is the most exciting thing in the world to look at.”          >> @cujoh-not-kujo (sc.)

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What a sight for sore eyes! This name hasn’t popped up before him in quite awhile Nikkari thought there was a chance Takumi up and vanished like so many others before him. A small voice inside his head murmured tantalizing words of rascality yet he knew better than to give in to temptation and decided to play it serious for a change ( as serious as a nikkari can get )

To: Pineapple Head From: Nikkari Aoe

[txt] I don’t know. Why don’t you find out?

          It’s not the sure answer he was looking for, but beggars can’t be choosers. He feels a knot in his chest he can’t ignore, one of hope and also of intense impatience. He sighs, though no one’s there to hear him.

TO: Annoying Seaweed FROM: Takumi

   >> Oh cut the crap!    >> But fine, I’ll just come over    >> You better not move!

He doesn’t wait for a response. He’s out of the house and on his way to where Nikkari is... until he realizes something:

   >> Wait where do you live