#✗ burn it out and be cleansed (iori)

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I was going to make Iori Yagami ARIES, and his canonical birthday happens to fall on March 25th! It's no coincidence that his birthday falls on that date, because of him being such energetic and turbulent character.

Personality Traits

Strengths: Courageous, determined, confident, enthusiastic, optimistic, honest, passionate

Weaknesses: Impatient, moody, short-tempered, impulsive, aggressive

Aries likes: Comfortable clothes, taking on leadership roles, physical challenges, individual sports

Aries dislikes: Inactivity, delays, work that does not use one's talents

Passionate. Aries’ signature color is bright red, and it matches their fiery spirit. This is a sign that feels things deeply and openly. The people in Aries’ inner circle know exactly how much this fire sign loves them. That’s the beauty of Aries’ passionate heart: they don’t pretend to feel things they don’t, and they don’t keep cards close to their chest. All of the causes, people, hobbies, and ideas that Aries loves, they love completely and fearlessly.

Bold. Aries isn’t afraid to go off the beaten path. Using sheer will and determination, they’ll forge their own trail in the brush. This sign goes after what they want, and they aren’t afraid of staying quiet while they do. Say Aries sees you across the room at a party - there’s something about you that they like. Aries won’t play it cool. They’ll walk right up to you, make solid eye contact, stick out a hand, and say: “Hi, I think we should get to know each other.” Which, now that we think about it, might actually be the coolest approach of all!

Brave. Aries is a modern-day superhero. This sign takes pride in their willingness to tackle fears and take the fall for others. They stand in front of the group at the haunted house, and they’re first to try the scariest roller coaster at the park (and then, they’ll encourage their nervous friends to give it a whirl—go big or go home!). In Aries’ mind, when you address your fears directly, you conquer them.

Confident. What’s there to be insecure about? One of Aries’ greatest strengths is their self-assuredness. Unlike other signs in the zodiac, Aries isn’t self-obsessed. They just believe that insecurity gets in the way of fun things and worthwhile accomplishments - so why bother? Life is better when people feel free to be themselves, and this belief guides Aries throughout their journey. Though, Aries sometimes gets a rep for projecting confidence without forethought (because they tend to speak first, think second).

Energetic. Aries is industrious, hard-working, and action-oriented. This sign never stops. Whether it’s sports, home-improvement, work, or even relationships, Aries is always pushing things forward. They believe in progress and improvement, and they work tirelessly to make that a major theme in their life. An Aries may not even realize that this is their way, because their energy flows so naturally and easily.

Inspiring. Aries’ modality is Cardinal, which means that they’re a leader at heart. This sign is all about big ideas, and in life, they’re likely to lead the charge. Aries inspires the group to go out for a fun weekend adventure; they convince friends to open themselves up to new possibilities. These days, Aries might not be leading revolutions, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t find ways to embolden friends and family every day.

Impatient, stubborn, easily angered. Aries has faults, too. Aries is lively and spontaneous, and that’s a strength. But this can also give way to impatience when others aren’t willing to go at the same speed. And what makes Aries a great leader - their confidence - can also look like stubbornness on bad days. Plus, Aries’ now mentality can leave them feeling easily frustrated, which can sometimes cause them to lash out.

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Prelude for the Lotus Campaign

Originally posted in Roll20 on 1/12/18

“There is no death: There is no life Indeed The skies are cloudless And the river waters clear.” - Toshimoto The sun had disappeared for hours, yet the air around him was thick with humidity and the temperature still felt as if it was mid-day. He walked bow-legged, heading toward the back door of his home. In his hand was a sealed scroll. The Diamyo had been dreading to open, thinking what would she have to say. He pulled open the shoji and walked into his garden. Maybe the presence of the koi fish would help his anxiety. While he had confidence in what he planned to do about this subject, he still was unsure if he was going to proceed with his plan. Satsume put on his sandals and walked to have a good view of the fish as they swam in the pond. Doji Satsume pulled off his katana and saya and set the scabbard on the floor,just to the left of him. The Emerald Champion sat crossed leg. Near him mosquitoes could be heard from time to time, and off in the distance voices of people in conversations or laughter enjoying their evening. Not Satsume, a lord’s work is never done, if only his eldest son could get that though his thick skull. He started to slow his breathing, helping to release his anxiety. The blood red wax seal had the chop of the governor of Ryoko Owari, he broke the seal and unraveled the parchment. Satsume knew what the contents would hold. He was sure it was only a confirmation of what he had already known. A good samurai was dead, an Emerald Magistrate to say the least and now the governor of that “vipers-nest,” called a city, had sent a letter explaining what the governor knews, along with her sending the proper respect due the champion of the Emerald Magistrates. It began, “To the lord Doji Satsume-sama Emerald Champion of the Emperor of the Emerald Empire, Hantei the XXXVIII may his reign and his line last as long as we have land beneath our feet. The Clan Champion of the illustrious Clan of the Kami Lady Doji. The lord of the Emerald Magistrates, I hope your children are all in great health, I Know you must be so proud of your eldest. It is said that he is a strong minded lord that has been of great assistance with keeping your clan so strong. Who can also not know of the youngest son, I hear he is doing just as well south as he had done within the lands of the Lion. You are so wise lord, and if I might add it is said he is wise, like his father. May your beautiful daughter continue to marvel us all with her wit in the courts, I hear from great authority the actions your noble Emerald Magistrates are doing. We were so lucky to have had the grace of one of your best magistrates, Iori Osamu was doing such an excellent job with all the work he had done since his arrival a few years back. If only we all could be so lucky. I learned about the promotion of your cousin Doji Fujita Daiki who happens to share the name of my late husband. I heard he was one of your officers who helped scattered those bandits last year that had tried to disguise themselves as Lions. He must be a great tactician with artistic skill with his sword. for someone as lowly as my humble self to have been able to hear of his brilliance and bravery. If news be correct his wife is quite a rising star after her famous appearance at Kyuden Seppun last Winter Court. To the sad reason why this letter lies in your hand. Please understand that my liege Shosuro Hametsu-sama send our deepest apologies. I am so sorry to be the one to inform you about this tragic loss of life. It was very unexpected, so sorry. Iori-san was so loved. Iori-san’s body was found burned nearly to cinders in his carriage which had been burned, with no sign of the animals pulling the carriage or where they might have gone during this cowardly ambush. I was also told an assistant of his was found not to far away from the carriage. The assistants body looked as if it had taken a beating and it appears he was likely stabbed several times! It is unfortunate that we have been thus far unable to find the bandits perpetrators. Rest assured that we are doing our best to find the culprits and bring them to justice. I continued to loose sleep in my worry to quickly capture these rogues and bring them to justice. If there is anything that I can do to assist you and your magistrates, Doji-sama please do not hesitate to ask. You will have the complete support of our cities humble citizens, including myself.” May Shinsei’s wisdom guide us all, Shosuro Fukase Chiharu, Governor of our illustrious city Ryoko Owari Hantei the 9th 1019 IC Doji Satsume was amazed at how much information this governor of Ryoko Owari, in the lands of the Scorpion revealed. To even know of a distance cousin of his! She must have access to spies this far away from her. He never liked the Shosuro family Daimyo no more than any of the other lords of the Scorpion Clan. Satsume turned his head to the right and spit on the ground just thinking about the Scorpions. As if they were his only problem, he would have handled that clan some time ago. Yet, they are only one clan he stays concerned about. After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, he realized that it was likely she did not know all the information she revealed on the scroll., Her Daimyo had to have provided her with the information. Why? What is it they are truly saying? Does Hametsu know his true feelings concerning his sons and daughter? Satsume became more suspicious, why did Hametsu or Chiharu mentioned the wife of his cousin Doji Daiki. Did they know about Doji Moyako? Did the spies of the Scorpion already figured out who he was sending? Satsume began to rise, picking up his katana. He turned around and headed out the garden. As he got to the steps it suddenly came to him, they know about my decision to send Doji Moyako to the City of Lies. Ah, very good spies indeed, he nodded his head. I am going to need to make a few changes. “Genan,”spoke out Satsume. The back door to his home slid open and an elderly man can out onto the porch and immediately jumped down on his knees and placed his head on the floor. “Yes lord,” he quickly said. Satsume nodded his head in response to the servants prostration and said, “I need you to send for Lady Moyako.” The servant jumped up and heading back into the house. Satsume sat on his porch pulling off his sandals. His mind was coming up with a plan. Yes, he thought I am going to send Lady Moyako, but no longer alone. I will get to the bottom of this murder and that cesspool calling itself a city will be cleansed of its poison. The City of Lies will sing its truths…

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what kind of catharsis do you need?

tears

You've been holding it all in for so long, haven't you? It seems like there's no time, no space to fall apart. But you don't have to pretend to not be hurting. The tide of pain in you is cresting. Let it out. There's no judgement here.

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"They told you I was crazy, didn't they?"

Questioning Sentences, Vol. 31 || @hexsreality || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || The problem with the world Iori lives in is that there is no answer set in stone. But then why does everything feel like un upheaval? The moon would wane and wax, and instead of the small increments of poking and prodding falling in line of the world's current, his own engorged red moon ruptures and splits, even corrupting and shattering his reality to the point where nothing remains truly intact.

It's unfair - for his world is no longer an elaborate maze of unknown, but of predictability filled with suffering and torment. How the brooding pyromancer would teeter for balance uprooted from his place in life as he would continue to fill the craters in his soul with his passion and drive, letting it serve as the antidote against the poison of the curse seeping into his blood.

He still wears bruised skin, numb nerves, cuts and scrapes beneath the veil of his silky crimson locks, hiding the wreckage of the night before which had left him swollen and ruined. The twang of the guitar string soothes him, albeit temporarily, as Iori hopes this futile act will occupy every inch of his skin as thoroughly as possible. It doesn't. Every inch of him itches and stings with the familiar, deeply-permeated pain that it brings; a truly encumbering kind. For his thoughts can't be free from the screams of his nerves, forever a slave to Orochi's vehement and vile grasp. With discontentment filling him, he gingerly leans the bass guitar against his left leg and erects himself akimbo, slowly pivoting to face the woman.

"Isn't the definition of crazy the most subjective thing ever?" Iori inquires; his expression unreadable beneath the casted shadow of the darkness above. Though, his sardonic tone, accompanied with the low gravel of his voice which sounds more like an animal's scratched growl, suggests his disapproval. He lifts his gaze, tinged with the inexplicable bloodshed of the night before, and it seems to penetrate through the woman. Curious and sarcastic, he retorts back in his own inquiry. "Unless you come out here to stab yourself on purpose. I'd call you not too crazy. Who are you referring as 'they?'" ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

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King of Fighters Iori Yagami / Orochi Iori Brought to life by Takanori Hoshino

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Heavy is your wretchedness, damp sand with blood and death. Thick is your air, like fog over a swamp filled with the stench of rot and ruin. And water thick and viscose like blood-tinged mucus and black tar, polluted by depraved feelings. You could see it all around you, Iori Yagami, as you become a vessel, a molting insect desperately writhing in agony and pain, as the thickness of your throat manifests into a resounded guttural growl echoing deep within you. The Riot of Blood consumes you whole and you become terrified to lose control. Forced to watch yourself twist and protrude in such unnatural ways, manipulated as though by invisible strings, snapping your bones and bursting your pivotal organs.

Hunt and kill, for there is vicious bloodlust in the air, emanating from deep within. How the Riot pounds away and yet, you defiantly scream in resistance, screaming for release from this unwanted nightmare. All you want to be is to be left with just the pure, unfiltered experience of being alive in the moment, of existing in a universe that is vast and mysterious, yet somehow deeply personal.

But you always, strangely find your way to come back from the abyss. Even when the trauma and torment in your psyche taunts you into an oblivion of loneliness, you refuse to be stuck in a state of limbo. World should not offer you the false reassurance dripping over you like warm honey. How you wish the loss of control, this malevolent bloodthirst leaving you enervated and empty to become a mirage, and you, being able to finally resemble the effulgent flames that you were meant to be. Begone, the blackness to your soul imparted forth your lineage. The very instinct that leaves you tethered to unbridled violence. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||