#azure is the type of person that stays quiet & doesn’t share anything on their mind to cope and not bother others

[found-wings]

its silly au time again :D

or as i call it : listening to songs that fit one au, which then proceeds to give me more ideas about more aus i can make ( this is why i love fandom aus. THERE‘S SO MANY POSSIBILITIES )

ANYWAYS

colorzas in qsmp part 2

Redza 'Crimson' and Blueza 'Azure'.

Imagine one day qPhil just disappears from the island, no hint as to where he is, what had happened or anything similar - and left in his place are these two almost lookalikes to Phil.

Not even Chayanne & Tallulah noticed anything happening, Phil just disappeared over night.

Crimson - the more explosive and menacing of the two. Very protective over very specific people only, to everyone else he acts like he’s above them, constantly playing games with them and not caring whether they get hurt or not.

Azure - the more quiet and calm, melancholic of the two. He doesn’t speak much but he’s as gentle as he can be when interacting with people, taking great care for anyone nearby. Unlike Crimson, Azure tends to shy away from any kind of violence, even joking and playful banters.

Their memories seem to be split up between, Crimson and Azure holding different memories with different people - almost as if Phil was split up into two different bodies.

SILLIES ‼️‼️

[lackedflaw]

overture

odasaku-centric 1,998 w

a.n: yes, this is supposed to be a five-hundred words drabble chronicling odasaku’s stay in koi. no, i don’t know what hit me ;;

he opens his eyes and everything is too bright.

ears ringing, head pounding, eyelids feeling like they weigh a ton each. his first instinct is to raise a hand to obstruct the sunlight from coming into his eyes, blinking the pain away until he’s able to make out the green of the trees and blue of the sky. 

then he hears the muffled screams, coming from somewhere in front of him. sakunosuke rises to his feet, struggling to stave off the oncoming wave of nausea by propping both hands on his knees, vision still adjusting as he looks for the source of the noise. it takes him a few seconds to realize that he is standing on a parking lot somewhere, another few to spot a white van parked not far from him as the source of the screams.

sakura? and yuu… and kousuke. what’s going on?

adrenaline takes over before any rational thoughts does; sakunosuke doesn’t even know why he springs straight into action and sprints towards the van at the sight, stumbling on his own foot once or twice in the process. he does know that there's an inexplicable sense of urgency that tells him to run as fast as he can, to not stop until he has all five of them safe in his arms- to tell them that he's there, it's going to be okay, they're going to be——

the explosion that occurs right after sends him flying thirty meters backwards, hot air hitting his face without mercy as he crashes upon the gravel. sakunosuke briefly registers the pain blooming all over his body, ignores the sting of scrapes and cuts on his skin as he stares at the burning car before him, throat burning from the cry of anguish that doesn’t sound anything like his voice.

he thrashes wildly on his bed and his head knocks against the headboard, jolting him awake.

he opens his eyes and darkness is the first thing that greets him. 

breathing comes in mouthful of air and painful inhales, memories of the black smoke from his dreams constricting against his lungs. yet the throbbing pain upon his joints feels like a fleeting sensation, almost like a mere ghost, now that he’s back in the comfort of his apartment in koi. for a moment everything is disoriented, mind still hazy from the sudden shift to consciousness.

sakunosuke attempts to sit up straight, hands grasping on the front side of his abdomen only to release a relieved sigh when his fingertips comes in contact with a damp t-shirt. there’s no trace of gravel- only the crumpled surface of his bed sheets and his own perspiration making his shirt cling onto him like a second skin.

nightmare. it’s just a nightmare- an extremely realistic one at that, too.

heaves a sigh, fingers brushing his own bangs off of his forehead. the frequency between one terror-filled night to another is getting shorter and shorter for his liking. sakunosuke steps out of his bed and discards the shirt he's wearing, crumpling it into a ball before throwing the gray cloth into the laundry basket. the fact that it was about his children this time isn’t helping at all. could it be because he's been missing them more lately?

azure shifts to the digital clock on his nightstand, red lines making out the shape of ‘03:56 AM’ jarring amidst the darkness. it’s too early to get up and make coffee, yet too late to fall back to sleep when he has work in three hours. maybe getting fresh air would do him good...

and by fresh air, he meant retrieving a cigarette pack and ashtray that he swore off not to touch a couple of months ago from his socks compartment.

the sky is still a dark shade of blue when he slides open the door to the balcony. sakunosuke leans against the railing as he plucks a cigarette from its container and clamp it between his lips, taking notice of that the streets down under isn’t as quiet as he thought it would be. but then again it’s only natural with the belladonna district only a short walk away. 

an idea to grab his coat and walk around the said district crosses his mind. being a member of the port mafia granted him access to a lot of places that most people rarely think of going into in yokohama. he can’t help but wonder if the nightlife district in koi is similar to the ones they have back home. 

although he wouldn’t be surprised if they end up kicking him out, now that he’s a detective for the local police force.

taking a drag of his cigarette, he lets his mind wander off to the distance, relishing the pleasant burn that trails down in his throat. the night air is cool, yet not particularly harsh upon the bare skin of his abdomen. he waits for a few seconds to exhale—just to get that little kick before releasing the smoke through his mouth. a little bit of nicotine never fails to soothe his jotting nerves, even after the most horrifying of nightmares or traumatizing event. 

ah, right- he forgot to check on his roommate. hopefully he didn’t wake micah up with his little incident from before. he has been nothing but accommodating throughout they time cohabiting together, even with that one awkward first dinner where sakunosuke took the initiative to cook spicy curry for both of them. it was sakunosuke’s first time sharing something so personal as a living space with someone else other than his mentor and micah’s presence feels almost natural around him, although he probably still needs to work on his own conversing skills with the latter.

to think about it… how long has it been since he arrived in koi? sakunosuke had lost track of the time. with the abrupt change happening in his lifestyle, he didn’t have the luxury of sitting around idly on the living room, having to go job hunting and get accustomed to the odd city he finds himself stranded in. it was fortunate that he managed to land a job in a cafe despite not having any prior experience in the hospitality or the restaurant business. 

he doesn’t suppress the smile that quirks the corner of his lips when he recalls his  former? boss’ words to him after their first encounter in the cafe. ‘it suits you’ chuuya had said when he served his tea to him. those three words—although simple ( and funny, coming from a port mafia executive )—left a lasting impression more than saku think it could. who would’ve known someone like him could also play the role of an ordinary barista? a child groomed since young to be a deadly assassin only to join the mafia afterwards, now playing house by making tea and serving cakes? makes him think that maybe, the black of his blood and gushing red on his hands can really be a thing of his past. that maybe, he can redeem himself completely.

then there’s the girl he met by the river after causing her to drop her crepe. the girl with large round eyes, yet no trace of the innocence most kids her age usually possess. what was her name again… kyouka? kyouka izumi? looking at her almost makes him feel like he’s seeing a reflection of his past self--except more hopeful, and loved. they have only met once but sakunosuke is sincere when he hopes that she could lead a better life than he did. 

his eyes drift towards a small potted flower near him as he releases another puff of smoke. it comes as a surprise to him that the begonia flowers he purchased from oichi’s workplace hasn’t wilted yet. sakunosuke has never been a potted flowers type of person before, as he considers them too beautiful- too fragile for someone like him to touch, but he didn’t put much thought into buying it since he wanted to congratulate the oichi for landing a job there. there's just something about her that makes him want to stay close, to make sure that her well-being is taken care of. is this what one would call as platonic affection?

speaking of affection… two brunettes are the first that come to mind.

first is dazai. his friend, who also happens to be one of the port mafia executives—or at least former, according to dazai himself. out of the other familiar faces he had encountered throughout the city, dazai was the one he didn’t see coming at all. it’s almost as if he’s a completely different person now... the way he’s dressed, the way the baby fats are gone and replaced by strong lines and sharp edges, shoulder much broader and nearly a head taller than the last time he had seen him. his gaze is also no longer hollow but melancholic, almost—for the lack of a better word—soft. dazai said it has been years since their last meeting that night in lupin, so sakunosuke supposes that not even a human conundrum like him can escape from time’s grasp.  

and ango. ango, ango, ango——

something stings inside his chest at the thought of the bespectacled man. sakunosuke used to think that he is the farthest thing from emotional, knows that rationality should precede any form of sentimental value, and yet he still finds himself upset at ango’s condition when he, from all people should know how disconcerting it is to lose a chunk of one’s memories. the city did it to him- to them. it’s unfair to blame one person for something he cannot help at all.

but that’s what ango has been capable of doing from the start, right? bringing out a side of him that even sakunosuke doesn’t know exist for the better or worse, knowing where to hit and where to stroke gently, his limit and what he’s capable of.

and subsequently spurred saku to take that trust fall years ago. 

“i want to take you around the streets of rome."

a shadow of a smile creeps up to his lips as he thumbs the ghost of a kiss upon his knuckle. although koi is not rome, they can make do with what they have now. like they usually do.

the sky has turned into a splash of indigo and coral by the time sakunosuke is done with his third stick. he takes one last drag—the longest one he had that morning—before extinguishing it on the ashtray and disposing the leftovers to the nearest trash bin. it’s a routine that he finds himself still unable to give up, rooting from the guilt of breaking a promise he made years ago with a certain someone. although they aren’t physically there to reprimand him, sakunosuke prefers to think that they’re always with him, in his heart.

gathering the pack and ashtray in his hand, he steps back inside the apartment before closing the sliding door behind him. the sun peeking behind the clouds illuminating the outlines of their apartment with a soft glow, providing sakunosuke with a better lighting to navigate around than an hour before. he quickly slips the two items back in it’s hiding spot and makes a beeline to his bathroom.

but not before something out of place catches his eyes in the full-bodied mirror of the closet door, causing him to retrace his steps back until he sees his full reflection upon it. 

a scar that can only be described as coming from a gunshot wound, not bigger than the size of a dime yet prominent on the smooth expanse of his skin, sitting on the lower right side of his chest, dangerously close to his heart. sakunosuke instinctively raise a hand to touch the uneven skin, mirror reflecting his furrowed eyebrows back at him. the scar doesn’t feel new- but not faded enough to come from his assassin days. how come he just noticed this now?

where did this one come from?

[littlelemonpixelocs-blog]

Ruri Kongouseki Profile [WIP]

--- Basic Info ---

Name: Ruri Kongouseki (こんごうせき るり)

Meaning: Lapis Lazuli; Diamond Shape

Alias/Nicknames:  

Ruriko

Ruri-san

Kongouseki-sama

Epithets/titles:

Silver Tongued Woman (銀舌女; Gin shita onna)

Frost Princess (霜の王女; Shimo no ōjo)

Bossy Woman (偉そうな女; Era-sōna onna)

Gender: Female

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

Birthday: January 3rd

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Age:

Part I:  14-15

Part II: 17-19

The Last: 21

Epilogue: 27

Part III: 33

Height: 5'7 Weight: 103lbs Blood Type: A + Status: Jounin Affinity: Water [Primary] Earth [Secondary] Yin [Final] Build: Eyes: Brown/Hazel Hair: Waist length; Azure-colored Features: Tanned skin

Personality:

Positive Traits: Direct, Charismatic, Rational, Quick-minded, Strategist, Determined, Precise, and Persuasive – Ruri is completely confident in her abilities as a shinobi and heavily dedicated to her duties. With that being said, she’s never afraid to go into battle and give it her all. Her leadership skills shine on the battlefield, as proven her strategist specialty.

Negative Traits: Insensitive, Overly Confident, Prideful, Bossy, Ruthless, Impatient, Intolerant, Argumentative, Confrontational, Intimidating- She isn’t exactly known to be the most understanding person. Ruri gets easily frustrated with those that are overly emotional and simply doesn’t understand. This makes her come off as an insensitive bitch. She’s quite intimidating and actually sees no problem with this, however this is often pointed out to her in a negative light.

--- Ninja Status---

Place of Origin: Shimo no Kuni

Home Village: Shimogakure

Current Home: Takigakure

Affiliation: Takigakure/Shimogakure, Kongouseki Clan

Part I

Ninjutsu: 3

Taijutsu: 2

Genjutsu: 1

Intelligence: 2.5

Strength: 2

Speed: 2.5

Stamina: 3

Hand signs: 3.5

Total: 19.5

Part II

Ninjutsu: 4.5

Taijutsu: 3

Genjutsu: 2.5

Intelligence: 4

Strength: 3.5

Speed: 3

Stamina: 3.5

Hand signs:  4.5

Total: 28.5

Academy Graduation age: 12

Chunin Exam age: 15

Jounin Promotion age: 20

Mission History:

D-Rank: 201

C-Rank: 116

B-Rank: 137

A-Rank: 25

S-Rank: 2

Weapons: Bisento, Kunai

Jutsus:

Mineral  Release: Mineral Arm Technique: is a B-ranked, Offensive and Defensive Ninjutsu technique. This is a technique that changes the user's arm into large minerals. Using chakra, the arm's cells are transformed into minerals. Then, by activating the diamonds, stimulating them to grow rapidly, they lengthen at a high speed and fork into many branches. It is possible to capture an enemy with these branches and at the same time, if one changes the end of the branches into sharp stakes, turn them into countless, sharp, spear-like piercing weapons.

Mineral Release: Barrier Technique: This technique allows the user to create a wall of solid diamonds using the Mineral Release element in order to protect themselves from external attacks. This is a powerful defense due to the density of the minerals.

Water Release: Water Claw: This technique allows the user to use a preexisting water supply for attack. The technique's user forms a sizable hand made out of water and launches it horizontally forward. The hand's size, the velocity at which it travels and the turbulence in the hand's "claws" make it difficult to avoid and deadly if it connects. The technique, however, can only travel in a straight direction, making it's trajectory predictable and easy to dodge. The speed of the technique and the inability to control it once it has been fired can possibly put the user and allies at risk. This technique also has practical uses outside of battle. It can be used to douse flames and remove obstacles, such as fallen rocks or trees, from passageways. It can also be used (minimally) for defense; used to push incoming projectiles, such as thrown objects, out of the way of the user.

Water Whips: Water Whips, or Water's Illusion, is the second easiest taijutsu style to master in terms of power to difficulty. This taijutsu style is closely related to the capoiera fighting style. In this style the user conforms the water to their being and forms it into a whip like shape. The user then begins to gyrate slowly to gather speed and power while continuously dodging the opponent’s attempts to harm them. The whips themselves have many uses such as entrapment of the opponent, used to beat down the opponent, or hardened to impale the opponent. After settling into the stance the user can rework the taijutsu style to fit them.

--- Misc. Facts---

Favorites/Least Favorites

Food(s):

+ : unadon donburi, beef, fruits

- :  anything tart, sour foods

Drink(s):

+ : water, sakurayu Tea

- : milk, coffee

Color(s):

+ : teal, yellow, gray

- :  brown, green

Season(s):

+ : winter, autum

- : summer

Time of Day:

+ :  early morning

- :  evening

Weather:

+ :  rainy, cloudy

- :  dry heat

Flower:

+ : bluebelle, daffodils

- : roses, tulips

Animal:

+ : snow leopard, cats, ferrets

- : dogs, snakes, any hairless animal

--- Relationships---

Ayato Kongouseki [Father/Shimogakure/Head of the Kongouseki Clan]: Out of either of her parents, Ruri gets along best with her father. Always considered as the “Apple of her daddy’s eye”, it hurt her terribly that she had not been picked among the clansmen to train alongside him. Though she knew it had more to do with her being his daughter than being a woman, she took it as a personal dismissal of her abilities. This had contributed to her fleeing from Shimogakure. Despite her scandalous decision, she still shares a close relationship with her father. Now that she’s been situated in Takigakure, she regularly writes to him…by prodding from Shibuki.

Kongouseki Setsuko [Mother/Shimogakure/Kongouseki Matriarch]:Ruri and Setsuko are the least likely to be seen together…at least without their infamous bitter conversations. Their relationship has always been a strained one, even while she was a young child. Ruri believes her mother harbors little to no need to connect with her. This alone had caused Ruri to grow up fearing her mother, always going to her father for comfort. The bitterness between them only grew worse once Ruri ran away. Setsuko had completely written her off once the news came of her daughter leaving.

Kongouseki Retsu [Older Brother/Shimogakure/ Wanderer/ ex-Heir]: Retsu was Ruri’s go to friend, being six years older than herself, she admired and idolized him. As did the whole clan, she was quiet attached to him and would follow him everywhere he went. As she grew older, they began to train together, something even her cousins envied. She learned everything she knew from him and had become a well-respected kunoichi all her own. On the eve of her promotion to Chunin, Retsu had vanished without so much as a word or letter. This devastated Ruri and spurred her to find the answers no one was giving her. Eventually by the time she reached Jounin status, she had put the pieces together. By then, she had her own plan to leave.

Kongouseki Tamayo [Younger Sister/Shimogakure/Spy-nin]: There isn’t much to say about the relationship between Tamayo and Ruri. Not much of an age difference to speak of, about three years, the two have a healthy respect for one another. Tamayo has always been a quiet one, most presume that she’s mute or deaf. This is simply brought on by her training to be a master infiltrator, a “thief among thieves” kind of mentality, she is almost always on high alert. Ruri can’t really recall a time she’s heard her sister speak more than a few words at a time with her.

Kongouseki Hanasaku [Cousin/Shimogakure/Head Assistant to Ayato]:Ruri regards her the same way she regards just about anyone else; with annoyance. She is noticeably calmer and polite with Hanasaku. Among the Kongouseki cousins, Hanasaku had always been her favorite and one who believed she’d reach Jounin. Hanasaku’s extreme formality with Ruri is what annoys her the most. Formalities just remind her of what she was or rather what she could have been. Still, their relationship doesn’t strain after she leaves, it simply stalled.

Shibuki [Takigakure Head/ Takigakure/Love Interest] The beginning of their relationship was a rocky, awkward one at best. Tired from her long journey, Ruri had stumbled upon a cowarding Shibuki among a rag-tag group of thieves. Not really wanting to stop her venture due to “traffic”, Ruri disposed of them quickly and as effectively as she was taught. Such a “heroic” deed earned her a handful of “thank you’s” from Shibuki and an invitation to stay the night in Takigakure. She hadn’t intended to spend the night…let alone the next three. Shibuki was adamant on thanking her for saving his life as much as he could. On the third night, she left with the hope of not returning. Of course��that just isn’t how things work out. Her return was an unexpected one, in many ways. The village was different, more lively and she noticed more shinobi were among the civilians. While in awe of the amount of changes the village had undergone, she had walked straight into Shibuki. At first, neither had recognized the other. With some awkward moments here and there, it was clear to almost everyone in the village that they regarded one another in a familiar way. Shibuki had “convinced” Ruri to stay by offering her the position of his assistant, and mostly needed help with bringing Taki into a higher power.

--- History---

[WIP]

--- Trivia---

Ruri is completely confident in her abilities as a shinobi and heavily dedicated to her duties. With that being said, she’s never afraid to go into battle and give it her all. Her leadership skills shine on the battlefield, as proven her strategist specialty.

She isn’t exactly known to be the most understanding person. Ruri gets easily frustrated with those that are overly emotional and simply doesn’t understand. This makes her come off as an insensitive bitch. She’s quite intimidating and actually sees no problem with this, however this is often pointed out to her in a negative light.