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wheezes.

okay.

one convention left to go.

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'supernatural being'? he feels his hackles raise at the implication that he's some sort of... youma in disguise. but that indignation is set aside in favor of the more pressing matter at hand.

how can this boy tell?

it isn't as though humanity is in tune with their extra senses. as far as he can tell, anything supernatural on this planet stopped existing when the golden kingdom fell. it had been the shitennou's job to maintain the balance on earth and without them, he can only imagine it all went to hell.

the wind lazily lifts those long golden curls, pulling the bangs from face aside to allow the full weight of his suspicious gaze to land upon this strange deliquient. was he yet another minion sent by someone who sought to harvest the energy of earthlings? no... his presence didn't have the same itch that those who hailed from the stars did.

either this is a self-appointed defender of this neighborhood (what should he call him, sailor greaser?) or someone just picked the wrong target to try to drain, or intimidate out of their hunting ground.

"it's cute you think you could get rough with me." zoisite says, lifting his hand to examine his nails. "but you have it all wrong, i'm afraid, i was here just to get an education. i'm entirely of the earth, unlike yourself, and if you intend to cause problems here.."

he drops the hand to his hip, head tilting.

"as i said. i have no qualms about throwing you off of this roof and saving myself a cat and mouse game. are you trying to intimidate me off of your territory, or recruit me to some stupid scheme?"

Ohhh, Prince Charming has a bit of a bark on him, that’s interestin’ at least. It really tells Yusuke that maybe that strange sensation he felt might be warranted if he’s got the nuts to stand up to him enough to give him a silent threat. Yusuke responds to this threat with a toothed smirk, a dangerous one at that.

━━   ❝   𝐖𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲.   ❞ He responds with both his hands tucked into his pockets before turning away to lead the other through the halls past the gossiping students and finally, they were on top of the school. The wind is slightly stronger up here, it howls on occasion as he steps towards the edge of the school’s roof but not arriving at the destination just yet. His back still turned against him as sort of ‘power move’. 

“Hundreds of schools in this dump and ya picked mine. Ya might’ve been able t’ trick anyone into thinkin’ you’re just your average guy bored out of his skull, hell could’ve have gotten some ass before graduation…but I definitely know there’s somethin’ about you…so, mind tellin’ me what’s a supernatural being like you doin’ here or am I gonna have t’ get rough?”

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My eyes are made of acid and my tongue is sharp with spite Attention whore with too much pride, there's no one I wouldn't fight I don't like confrontation but I'm staring at the sun I won't quit until my eyes go red, I'll finish what's begun

I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew my time was coming, can't you see? I was either gonna die at twelve or ninety-fucking-three

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I don’t know if love is a talented enough hound to track down any of us but it could be.

independent & selective zoisite of sailor moon. 90s canon-based with ample headcanon. multiverse. multiship. not spoiler free. do not interact if under 21. written by iri, established April 2024.

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Two cons down, four to go.

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sometimes, he wonders why the dark kingdom even bothered to try to mess with the population. it generated enough petty jealousy and negative energy all on it's own. marion can't say he's fond of the idea of sharing lunch with a bunch of giggling girls, he's had quite his fill of that with all the time usagi and her friends spend at their apartment.

so their approach being interrupted is a relief. after all, they weren't who had been staring at all afternoon... the other student was radiating the oddest energy he'd ever felt. and perhaps the most powerful besides usagi and mamoru themselves, though it was entirely alien to him... which meant it most likely wasn't alien.

what a strange and terrifying thought.

he gets to his feet and collects his books, turning and offering the dark-haired teen a beautiful smile.

"my, that's bold. not even giving me a name and asking me to lunch... you are not my usual type, but you seem to be the most interesting person in this room by far. lead the way," he says, stepping closer. his voice dropping just so only the two of them can hear. "try anything i'll throw you off."

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spirit world has a problem.

or, perhaps more accurately, it was just been aware that it had a problem. a cataclysmic event had missed them by mere millimeters, and only in the rush of it passing them did any become aware it had been occurring in the first place. absolutely none had been the wiser to the cosmic threats lying in wait.

it was not exactly a surprise. the human world was not what it once was. when the four heavenly kings had fallen victim to the cosmic force from beyond their star system, their cycle of reincarnation had been broken. presumably, the same was true for prince endymion himself, who had fallen in an ill-fated bid to save the moon.

no longer did earth have ties to the power of the planet itself. no longer did enma or koenma have the means to detect threats from beyond their stars, even when those threats had nestled themselves right underneath their noses.

it's early when koenma jolts awake. suddenly able to sense the wave of cosmic power washing over the planet - subtly rewriting reality as it did so - and bringing with it the knowledge of how close they had come to certain destruction. for him to know, to have access to these long-forgotten senses once more, could mean only one thing.

the four heavenly kings have been reborn on earth.

he would have to task his spirit detectives with finding them. immediately. send all of them to the four corners of the earth they once ruled.

if the four kings were alive once more... he didn't want to think about what that meant.

but the months go by and no kings are found. its a terrifying thought to have them wandering in a world that they can't fully know. the millennia since their disappearance had utterly changed the landscape of the worlds, splitting them into three rather than one. they were... vulnerable. the energy signatures being so new despite their ancient power has them looking for babies, infants, all of them prime for slaughter without proper protection.

but try as they might they are unable to locate them. every time the power flickers up it's gone just as quick, unable to be traced.

little does he know they're already safe and sound, all four finally reunited with their prince in japan.

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a transfer student arriving mid-way through the year is never a good sign. especially not when it coincided with a streak of mysterious murders. humans withered to dust, bodies found with broken mirrors outside of them.

what little evidence there was to these crimes indicated that the creatures were clearly neither demon nor human.

it should be said that it was not his choice to be so conspicuous. that he had no desire to be playing out the role of an anime cliche.

zoisite was seventeen, nearly eighteen, and yet no amount of arguing got him out of attending school. he'd missed several grades thanks to a mixture of genius, a lack of caring guardians, and most importantly of all - being kidnapped by a witch possessed by a cosmic horror who brainwashed him all over again. all of these things should qualify testing out, yet mamoru didn't care that the youngest of the kings was a genius to rival mercury herself, he was desperate to see him make friends.

and somehow, getting kicked out of two schools hadn't sent the message that zoisite wasn't interested. he had hoped that after the second one called, horrified by the lengths that the young man had been willing to go to exact revenge upon a handful of arrogant "bullies", that mamoru would let the issue be and allow him to test out.

no luck.

so here he is standing at the front of the class, wearing a smile that absolutely does not reach his eyes. his long copper curls are pulled up and back to accommodate the school's dress code, though his bangs still hang in front of his face. his posture is unassuming and demure, hands folded behind his back and expression almost shy underneath the long fringe of hair.

but anyone even remotely immune to those big green eyes would be able to tell it's nothing more than a ruse.

and perhaps, most importantly, that while he was near invisible to any sixth sense when standing behind the door - once he took his position at the teacher's side and began to speak, the energy radiating from him was nearly suffocating to anyone who could sense it. rolling off of him in waves as his irritation grew, only to disappear as he was finally released from the task of introducing himself (marion johansen, though i suppose it would be - johansen marion here?) and where he was from (i was born in kyiv, though i spent a great deal of time in moscow) and what has brought him to japan (my family sought a fresh start so we moved here) and free to sit at his new desk.

... and free to eye the other students.

not long ago, he would be oh so eager to soak up the energy radiating off of them. the all-too human anxieties. the stress and fear of whether they are loved and worthy, the terror that is first love. one of the worst parts about coming back to life was that sense returning, the imminent pressure of other people's emotions and injuries pressing in on him. once he had been soft, vulnerable to each and every hurt.

now he just wished they'd grow tougher skin.

... but one in particular catches his mind's eye, his energy particularly sharp. something far more powerful than your average person... it reminded him of an unawakened youma. or perhaps the untapped spiritual power of sailor mars, rolling off of her even in civillian form.

the blonde cranes his head around to find the source, his eyes immediately falling upon a studious young man with his head bent to his page... before sliding to the teen behind him, with the slicked back hair and rough expression.

leaning forward and pillowing his face in his hand, marion smiles to himself.

perhaps this won't be such a boring school after all.

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attempting... real anime art

when my usual chibs are like goblins

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There is no real trick to understanding whether Zoisite considers you friend or foe. It’s actually in how you respond to him that tips those scales.

If you’re playful in turn, you’re great. He only does genuine affection with his romantic partners and family, everyone else gets his workplace persona.

If you try to be threatening hack, if he doesn’t view you as a threat he’ll keep up the game.

If he is threatened he’ll go from teasing to low blows real quick.

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penacony went from being very boring to probably my favorite storyline in any hoyo game.

with my least favorite bosses.

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instead of doing rp i played hsr all day... i am almost done with the patch.

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Thinking about my honkai verse & design ideas despite officially being Sick and not being able to draw. Like. All the Shitennou having crystalline horns/antlers & scales and claws. Their tales also being streaked with cracks filled in with that gemstone.

Them being raised in the IPC but having varying degrees of loyalty to the amber lord. Zoisite probably has the lowest because he’s loyal to specific people, not groups or overlords.

I’m thinking he’s probably pyro and more closely aligns with The Hunt.

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send  😳  if your muse thinks mine is pretty. 

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I just met boothill and now I understand the hype.

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help this won't leave my head.

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misc randomly generated quotes that sum up The Boys.

Zoisite: There are no friends when playing board games, I'm here to win.

Zoisite: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy. Kunzite: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep. Zoisite: I said within reason, Kunzite. How about I murder that guy? Kunzite: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't? Zoisite: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Zoisite: I have issues. Nephrite: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept- Zoisite: With you.

Zoisite: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence. Jadeite: ...Don’t you mean benevolence? Zoisite: No.

Nephrite: I don’t know how you have your foot in your mouth, your head up your ass, and your nose in my business. But here we are, you fucking wizard.

Zoisite, at Nephrite’s funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. leaves Zoisite, leaning over Nephrite’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Nephrite, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

Jadeite: Why are we friends? Zoisite: Poor decisions on your part.

Jadeite: Look, Zoisite, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

Jadeite: You're violent. Zoisite: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

Jadeite: Hand me the people opener. Zoisite: ... Zoisite: Pardon? Jadeite, annoyed: The g! Just hand it to me! Zoisite, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER? Jadeite: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle? Zoisite: Knife. It's called a knife.

Jadeite: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. Zoisite: Aren't you forgetting something? Jadeite: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Kunzite's forehead before running out.* Zoisite: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

Zoisite: I'm at a loss for words! Jadeite: Despite being ‘at a loss for words’, Zoisite yelled at me for the next 45 minutes.

Zoisite: This date is boring! Kunzite: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store. Zoisite: Then why did you invite me? Kunzite: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Kunzite I'll do whatever I want!

Kunzite: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Zoisite: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Kunzite: ... Kunzite: You mean ring bearER, right? Zoisite: ... Kunzite: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Zoisite: Kunzite is playing hard to get. Zoisite: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.