#asakishi

[groovepawn]

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[killrate]

“My ego is inflatable like a bouncy castle.”

♡ @asakishi

Mary's lips part, but no sound comes out. Instead, she presses them together into a thin line - all while eyeing the much-taller traveller.

Her brows furrow as she grows ever-curious, but remains almost hesitant to ask the question─given how it sounds in her mind ( it's bad ). It certainly wouldn't be polite in the slightest, and gods, they already don't have the smoothest history.

Just as she recalls a young kid with needlessly huge arms trying to wreck the place, she's sure he also recalls her own hiccups in youth...

The two seem to have a non-verbal agreement that at this point in their lives, they are different people, and as such, will maintain a mutual respect.

❝S-so...❞ She puffs a cheek, very visibly putting thought into how she was going to word this. ❝You're insinuating that it can just sorta─❞ The time-witch gestures with a single stabbing-motion. ❝Pop? Real easy? Like a bouncy-castle?❞

She folds her arms, cackling fiendishly. ❝You walked into that one. Riku. You walked into it. Oh, sweetheart, don't go around telling people that! Never expose your weaknesses! I tell you kids all the time!❞

Ah, yes─they, children! Meanwhile, she's the one who is almost two centuries younger than they all are.

Though they'd never know it.

[shespeaks]

𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫. | @asakishi​​

          "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 that you just simply aren’t from around here.” Accented curiosity begets the wonder in her gaze && the simper cast curvature to supple tiers. Rose buds perked in nurtured bewilderment, the mind aflutter at the behest of sought knowledge. For she is a scholar whose fingertips will magic still yet; she seeks out the wonders of the world && the intelligence wrought throughout the realm. Never pleased by nothingness, never sated by what she already knows. Forever does she press on to learn as much as she may for the sake of pursuing a greater future for this country.            So, she presses the matter. Hastened footfalls see her nearer && lithe extremities ascend only in tandem to her words habitually. Purest blues pan from the wintry locks upon crown to the aquamarine oculi displaced in some distance she senses before noticing full out. && what’s more is the energy radiating from deep within him, as though a stench caught aloft from bones through flesh taut. Her smile is retained. “Won’t you tell me about yourself?”

[ofspark]

@asakishi​ |  𝐬.𝐜.

          𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌𝒔 && 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒔 have long since fell victim to the hunger of blade’s fang. The echoes of armament’s singsong resonate to naught as the metal settles && the tension wrought midst steel uncoils. These creatures had long since made a home amidst the chaos, drank deep its tyrannical sustainability, && broke bread with the ideology of undeterred influence daring to devour whatever lied in their path. No different from the beasts that rage against the basis of harmony && all that tethers this domain to any conceptual reality alike. But alas, this domain is not of timeless shoreline && unmistakable war. Sunlight smiles against the curves of armor && revels in the hue of leathern tapered purple strung idly ‘round waist. Or the filaments of roseate that come alive in the rays above a foreign beach.            Overture upholds its pride in the midst of keeper’s grip before altered to an afterthought with mere pivot of wrist that wills it to naught. A crystalline decimation that bids it to otherworldly dormancy until its impressionable capabilities may yet again be at the service of profound warrior’s will. Wherefore she of steel-bred nerves && a nigh unnerving stillness forged against the anvil of temperance, of trials && tribulation, looks upon unsuspecting company in likely familiarity. Years have passed && growth accumulated, yet no other could carry themselves in so distinct a manner && be any other.            “Looks like you’ve still got a knack for bad company.” Her voice comes on chords akin alto flourish; depth in femininity yet be there no doubt in the beauty of each telling breath. Nightingale consistency, directive of certainty in light of coherency. No riddles will leave this tongue && no judgement might befall the other. Be it then that amusement forms itself in lips cast curvature albeit minimally in the faintest wave of banter. Comrades from so long ago. An everlasting camaraderie that has stood the test of time throughout the arduous feats overcome at the hands of both in their own right. She is no fool to believe him anything other than capable. Moreover, reliable---despite looming jest.                        “Old habits die hard, or so I hear.”

[sunsreignmoved]

@asakishi​ said:

baby wait i can change DON'T GO

“I’m gonna hangout with Sora now ---    ..........or maybe one of those organization fellas.  Cannot believe you’ve betrayed me like this.  

[multimoons]

@asakishi

Did you know that the waters of Atlantica can reach anywhere in the world?  You just need the right words.

Ariel casts Arata, a songspell that allows its caster to manifest in their desired location, and her voice rises as she chases the notes.  She’s well-versed in her travels, having visited almost all the Realms of Mer from Qin to Miromara, and sometimes that is enough.  But greed is a silly thing and once she tastes the sickly sweet nectar on her plush lips, she can’t let go.

Magic pulses around her.  A swirl of impressionistic sea water swallows her whole, and for a moment, she is breathless.  She thinks of a sea with bright blue waters extending to the horizon where it kisses the sky.  

When the songspell dissolves around her, she stretches her hands upward and starts to swim towards the surface, the tropical water warm against her skin.  “It worked!” she hums, splashing excitedly along the surface.

[gothicsister]

˟   ☾  ┈

        Silent as ever she stalks her prey as the job she was hired for was to kill someone. Lately he was apparently he was searching for something big, something dangerous. If it was something that could harm Mondstadt she would protect them at all costs. She hid along the shadows, silently creeping behind each one until she was close enough to strike. His clothes seemed so different from everyone else’s here. Could he be from another would like the traveler was? Or could he be a part of the Fatui?

        Either way a job was a job, good or bad so long as they paid her. Rosaria darts from her hiding place and pulls out her polearm from her back. To her amazement the silver haired boy had great reflexes, pushing away she landed graciously back on her feet. He must defiantly be a Fatui.

           ❛ You’re a great fighter, this might be an interesting fight. ❜

        Rosaria swung the polearm in the right direction. She slowly starts to circle him. It’s sad she had to kill him, he was quite cute. She was looking for an opening or a small hint of hesitation or wavering in order for her to quickly move and end his suffering.

          ❛ Just who are you and what are you scheming now, Fatui? ❜

                                                                         ( @asakishi​ )

[killrate]

🍐🍒🍎

♡ @asakishi

🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart?  

Surprisingly, she’s pretty smart! That being said, theory applied isn’t always stellar - she does have some things she’s not so good at, and some things she has a harder time understanding.

Understanding the way something works doesn’t mean she can make it work herself.

She was home-schooled, so she’s pretty efficient at condensing notes for herself. If Mary finds that she does not really understand the subject material she’s reading, she’ll completely drop it. She understands that everyone’s got limits and has learned to concede when said limits come up in academics. Her pride doesn’t hurt when it comes to this. All things considered, Mary thinks of herself as a person with some pretty great achievements.

But if you asked her to write an academic paper on her studies, it would look a mess. Her structure isn’t the greatest. Her punctuation is pretty pitiful, too.

She stopped being tutored at 13, and those language & grammar skills slip fast.

Her spelling itself is good only because of how much she reads. 

Most would say that Mary’s intelligence is a bit above-average, though whether or not it has anything to do with IQ would be tough to figure out. The reality is that Mary just genuinely loves learning things, especially since she has so much time on her hands. She’s dedicated and self-motivated. She dabbles only into what interests her, truly.

Truth is that she might be book-smart, but she has made some dumb-ass decisions. Many would assume that she’s not so bright based on that.

Street-smart, for sure. You’d have to be, as a generally younger woman, living on her own & around misfits since she was thirteen. If one had to compare the two, she is definitely more street-smart than she is book-smart. She kind of... Has to be. She’d love to attend a proper academy at some point in her life to compensate for that.

🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?  

Oh, so much. She certainly does not prefer to be alone, but often times it’s what she has to do, due to her situation ( either being a fugitive, or just being on probation after she’s been pardoned ). If she has a chance to be with close friends, she will absolutely take it. She deeply craves companionship & friendship. She spent a lot of time having zero particularly close bonds. She finds herself scared to let people in due to another fear of letting them down. She has a problem thinking that she does not deserve the companionship of a genuinely good person, because she knows that she is not a good person, by any means. Or that’s how she sees herself, anyway. 

Mary picks and chooses her opportunities to meet people who could potentially become friends. However, most times, she assumes she will never see a stranger again. Making a friend often takes her by surprise. Pleasantly so.

🍎  :    how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy?  

Mary likes to think that she has a relatively good grip on her mental health issues, but her depressive episodes come often ( especially during the time that she’s with Crime Sorciere, because living through a war forced her to reevaluate a lot of things ). For over a year following her pardon, she suffers through depression - which leads her to skip meals and to need lots more sleep. Mostly due to restrictions, and because she can’t even really be in contact with the people she considers to be real friends to her. They were a stable presence for her, and in some part she feels that they will inevitably drift & that they will slip through her fingers. Isolation from those familiar to her & feeling a loss of control is unfortunately something that cracks her more than she would like to admit. Her depression went unchecked for a ridiculous number of years, but she coped with it through acts of violence for a long time.

She has been formally diagnosed with clinical depression, and PTSD following the arrest of Avatar, where she and the cult were almost mass-murdered by one of their leaders. The PTSD had become milder before the war against the Alvarez Empire, and kicked in following that.

Because of her condition as an ex-criminal on parole, she does have to go for psychiatric evaluations every 6 months, and is required to see a therapist once a month minimum. Failure to do so may raise some flags.

[duellicae]

"Your hair kind of reminds me of--peaches. Some of them are pink or rosy." UNPROMPTED | @asakishi​

slight crane of her neck upon hearing otherworldy visitor’s mention of her hair , making her eventually come to a halt .  ❝  what ? ❞ 

           ❝  your hair kind of reminds me of  —  peaches . some of them are pink or rosy . ❞

it was the first time someone commented on her hair , and if anything  — she wasn’t certain if it was meant as some kind of compliment or if it was him just merely stating something . uncertain about how to reply , pale aqua eyes simply settled upon the male .

❝  riku , was it ?  ❞ she began , arms crossing over her chest , a habit of hers , with the raise of her eyebrow .  ❝  if that was supposed to be a compliment — you suck at giving them . ❞ blunt & forward ; words that easily described lightning at times - well , most of the time . though , if one listened closely ; a slight tinge of . . jesting could be noticed .

[pyrhass]

     HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAWN!

[springhealer]

reminder that angel is a sweetheart and an utter badass 2 boot. what a good. and so talented too?? look at all this artful and literary talent, it's bursting out of this blog. sheesh. the audacity!

      IT’S 1 AM , mY BRAIN CANNOT PROCESS ANY OF THIS??

      ho w dare you come in here & make me feel happy?? cries...thank you for always supporting my writing & my sakura and just being an incredible person!!!! i’m blessed to have you as a friend

[delicteflowr]

@asakishi​ said :  “this is so sweet, i could hurl.” | this little thingy majiggy here

 Meeting new individuals at the academy was usually quite rare, especially for Hilda who enjoyed her time of being lazy and pretty much not being part of the welcome committee but it had been brought upon her shoulders to see to it that this unknown guest was welcomed, much to Hilda’s dismay. And of course, the professor had recommended bringing a treat of some sort so in Hilda’s hands lay a cupcake that she had made just for this person and it made Hilda sigh. She hadn’t even put this much effort into training and maybe that’s why the professor asked her: small punishment for slacking. 

“ Hello there! My name is Hilda and I’m here to welcome you with this beloved cupcake that I made for you and I truly hope you enjo- ” Words cut short once words left the boys mouth and Hilda’s soft features slowly went stern with obvious annoyance. Did he just insult her kindness? Her not-at-all-earned kindness? “ Well, if you do hurl, I do hope it is away from me or this cupcake may slip and greet your face as well- I mean, it might slip and hit the floor. ” The balls of this man. She did this out of the kindness of her heart, not really, and this is how it was repaid? With the threatening of hurling? Tsk. she should have shoved this duty onto Claude by being sick again. 

[inflamen]

@asakishi​ said :  ( portrayal? no ma'am, i think you meant, "how am i doing at highlighting how true and beautiful my character that i personally wrote is?" because lulu, you definitely gave Square a run for their money with how fun and loveable you make her out to be. Sprinkled with a realism pertaining to her trauma throughout, truly bringing her to life and showing what a complex and fascinating character she is. Your talent for your passion and love shining true in your muses is always so inspiring to me 

| beep beep how’s my portrayal

you know, babe. your biased is reeeally showing. AS BOYFRIEND, IT IS LITERALLY YOUR J O B TO SAY THESE THI-- I kid ♡ I remember the day before it came out, you came at me with the joke how Square must’ve seen how I wrote her and such, how it radiated me vibes and I remember feeling GOD DAMN SO PROUD. Big blushu moment for me. I never knew I’d love this girl this much, I’ve spoken how I was more of a T.ifa girl and then was convinced / asked to make Je.ssie and I think it’s the best decision I’ve ever made. I’m glad you listen to me ree about her all the time, get all gay about her and even hear my ideas, my thoughts. I’ll forever be thankful to SE for giving her more story in the remake and for giving us MORE OF THAT GOOD GOOD *CHEF KISS* J E . S S I E LOVE. Thank you. Thank you for always supporting me, lending me your ear and for opening my eyes SO WIDE. ABOUT SO MUCH. about her. ily. 

[sunsreignmoved]

@asakishi​ said:

fine we can cuddle

“The cuddle train has left the station and YOU --Riku ... were not aboard”

[royalith]

hey   @asakishi ,   it’s   valentines !

the   day   was   finally   here   ───   feburary   14th ,   and   as   far   as   she   knew   riku   was   none   the   wiser   to   the   plans   she   had   stored .          the   week   prior   she'd   made   her   usual   trek   to   a   nearby   stationary   store   kairi   tended   to   favour   and   bought   so   many   half    ―   paopu   shaped   valentines   day   envelopes   that   she   was   almost   certain   she   was   getting   some   odd   looks    ───     '   how   many   valentines'   does   this   one   girl   have ?   '     or   something   like   that .          well ,   the   answer   was   one   ───   just   one   who   she   intended   to   have   some   fun   with .

the   first   of   many   letters   was   slipped   under   riku's   front   door   after   sunset   the   night   prior ,   quietly   making   her   way   to   the   boys   home   all   wrapped   up   and   warm   ───   she'd   stood   there   in   a   bundle   of   nerves   for   a   good   minute   or   two ,   taking   a   deep   breath   before   shoving   it   in   and   turning   on   her   heel   before   she   could   chicken   out .          kairi   wasn't ...     distinctly   open   about   the   fact   she   was   hoping   to   spend   valentines   with   him ,   but ...      well ,   lets   just   say   she   hoped   she’d   been   reading   the   room   correctly .          the   metaphorical   room   they   seemed   to   create   any   time   it   was   just   him   and   her .

the   next   day ,   when   riku   woke ,   everything   would   really   begin .

❛    Dear   Riku , Happy   Valentines   Day !

I've   rewritten   this   letter   so   many   times   I   think   my   hand's   about   to   fall   off !          to   be   honest   with   you ,   there's   something   I've   been   meaning   to   confess   for   a   while ,   but   with   how   busy   our   lives   are ,   and ...      how   much   of   a   wuss   I   am ,   I   was   never   able   to   do   it .          I   also   couldn't   think   of   anything   special   enough   to   get   you   for   the   day  ...      so   I   decided   to   make   a   game   out   of   it   instead !          If   you   aren't   interested ,   that's   fine   too ,   but   if   you   are ...

I   have   a   couple   other   letters   for   you   to   find !          hidden   around   the   island   in   the   same   style   envelope   as   this   one .          (   And   don't   worry ,   I   won't   send   you   on   too   much   of   a   wild   goose   chase !          There's   only   so   many   places   I   can   go   in   one   night   to   drop   these   off !          :P   )          First ,   I   hope   you   haven't   eaten   lunch   yet !          I   want   you   to   pick   out   something   fun   to   wear ,   something   comfy   that   you   like   ───   but   that   you   don't   mind   the   possibility   of   getting   a   little   dirty .          nothing   too   fancy !          Give   me   at   least   a   chance   to   look   half   as   good   as   you ,   okay ?            Once   you're   ready   to   go ,   head   out   to   the   one   place   on   these   islands   that   matters   to   us   most   and   have   a   look   around ,   it'll   be   a   little   hidden   to   not   get   blown   away   by   the   wind   ―    but   I'm   sure   you   can   find   it !

―   Kairi   ❜

[multimoons]

“don’t worry, i’m not leaving you.”

Ariel sniffles loudly, scrunching up her nose as she tries to will her eyes to stop watering. When that doesn’t work, she wipes the tears away, smudging her makeup in the process, leaving a trail of black mascara around her eyes.

She’s still conscious and (mostly) cognitive thanks to him.  She downs the aspirin with a glass of cold water and shimmies to bed, where he tucks her in.

“Oh, Riku,” she says, gently patting his cheek and pouting slightly.  “What would I do without you?”

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