#fukenzena

[adheeles]

shut up

girl fuck you

[nephils-archive]

@fukenzena: hi destin! thank you for letting me rant on your post earlier. i really appreciate you and hope that you’re having a great day!

[eatsyou-a]

@fukenzena​:     “   tell  me  your  story .   ”     chungha starters.

      ‘   interested,   aren’t  you,   yukako  -  chan?    what’s  my  story?    ah,   let’s  see   —    ’    index  finger  tapped  a  cheek,   a thought  enraptured  at  a  story  that  was  once  upon  a  time.    no  one  bothers  to  ask  .  .  .   actually,   no  one  ever  cares,   even  though  the  memories  are  still  fresh  in  his  mind,   like  it  happened  only yesterday.    it’s  a  faint  reminiscent  of  a  bitter  afterthought;   and  that’s  all  it  was,   never  dwelling  on  what�� could  have  been  or  what  if.    it’s  the past,   who cares?   besides,  never  does  he  waste  a  second  to  talk  about  himself,   even  if  prompted.    nor  is  he  looking  for a  pity  party.    it’s  not  really  his  thing  anyways.    what  does  he  gain  but  weak  emotions  over  someones  behalf?    they  can’t  control  the  misfortune.     (   a  secret  wishes  he  could  brew  anger.    he  has  the  right,   too  bad  he  can’t  feel  those emotions.    something  snapped  back  then,   he’s  sure  of  it.   )     but  ah!    where to start,   where  to  start  .  .  .

he  hums,   vibrating  from  his  throat.    i  still  remember  the  time  i  was  human.    why?    when  everyone  else  lost  memories  short  after  becoming  a  demon  themselves.    not  like  he  has  any  attachment  to  it  to  begin  with.    his  time  as  a  human  is  detached.    looking  back  .  .  .   it’s  not  him.     like  a  dissociation,   something  hard  to  accept.    a  person  who  was  so  disconnected  with  everything  about  them;    am  i  real?    am  i  a  boy?    was  my  fate  determined  the  moment  i  was  born?     what  about  my  selfish  parents  who  were  drunk  on  their  own  adrenaline  of  exposing  an  actual  child  to  something  so  stupid  like  gods  and  the  afterlife?      —   am  i  just  not?    there’s  a  scare,   a  temporary  feeling  of  ghosted,   shaky  fingers  wrapped  tightly  around  his  neck  and  a  familiar  face  flushed  in  anger.    oh  right!    he  remembers  his  mother  strangling  him  so  violently  there  were  bruises  for  days  .  .  .    maybe  weeks.    it’s  hard  and  fuzzy  but  not  a  single  tear  was  shed,   only  staring  with  no  emotion.     

how  long  was  i  like  this?    i  can’t  feel  anything.     why  are  you  crying,   momma?    am  i  not  doing  a  good  job?    is  papa  disappointed,   too?

oh,   it’s  been  quiet  for  far  too  long  and  he’s  completely  unaware  that  the  smile  fell  from  his  face.    that’s  what  he  gets  for  getting  too  deep  in  those  buried  memories  that  were  supposed  to  remain  dead.     ‘   being  born  special  doesn’t  mean  you  are  special.   ’     a  burst  of  laughter  bursts  from  his  chest.    none  of  that  happened  because  it  wasn’t  him  to  begin  with.    ‘   my  parents  were  so  naive!    believing  i  had  the  power  to  speak  to  the  gods.   ’    he  sighs  deeply,  dramatically      —   like  this  was  such  an  inconvenience.     ‘   ahhhh,    if  only  i  didn’t  feel  so  bad  and  played  along  with  that  fake,   new  found  faith.    but  look  where  it  got  me,   yukako  -  chan!    i’ve  finally  done  what  i  was  born  to do:   help  those  poor  people  in  need!   ’

[tochisuru]

[ fukenzena ]·

his attesting to the nonpareil quality of shiseido tsubaki excites no need to reply,    and so yukako sits without immediate intent on continuing their conversation,    mentally inscribing his features in search of a possible corresponding description.    blond hair and golden eyes,    presumed to be his most distinctive feature,    considering how gemstone - esque they appear…    ––––––    he looks like someone most would dub attractive.

that smile…    oh!    a metaphorical lightbulb shines!    “    have you been in magazines?    ”

his head cants to the side briefly, but no curious expression appears on his face. he’s mostly just amused, his brows raising ever so slightly as it seems she puts the pieces together on who he is. he wasn’t necessarily expecting her to be a fan or anything like that, but he wouldn’t deny that he liked the attention.

                   ❝ hm? ❞ he feigns ignorance. ❝ i’ve been in one or two, yeah. ❞

[phantombs]

The flowers sashay. Waltz. Cường watches them in their dancing on these flowershop’s humble shelves, these yet-to-bud April blossoms, and clings tighter to his bunches of clove and rosemary. Her? he thinks. Yes, something says. He acquiesces, and pointing to those daises just out of her grasp, hums. "They hear springtime with you. Maybe you give them hope. Strength. Like sun. You should take them back home. They’ll flower the best there.”

@fukenzena​.

[jikangai-a]

@fukenzena​ || starter call

‘ augh, outta the way ! you’re blocking my view of kiyoko ! ‘ and he’s ungracefully trying to elbow her to the side. if it was any other girl, he’d probably try to hit on them or ask for their number, but it was yukako ! she hardly even counted. he’d never shove a girl normally, so he’s trying to hip bump her out of the way so he can spy on kiyoko from the bleachers. 

‘ your hair’s too huge, i can’t see ! ‘ 

[divaur-a]

@fukenzena​ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 .  [ entwine ] + muichiro! WORD PROMPTS // no longer accepting . [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

     they  look  at  their  hands  ,  then  to  her  .  something  feels  familiar  ,  but  they  don’t  know  what  exactly  .  something  something  …  sibling  .  oh  well  ,  probably  nothing  important  .  muichiro  just  likes  being  here  with  their  friend  .  they  never  thought  they’d  have  a  friend  that  wasn’t  tanjiro  …    [  maybe  tanjiro  would  be  proud  to  know  that  they’ve  made  a  friend  …  they  should  tell  him  later  ]  .  some  moments  pass  ...

     ❝  your  hands  …  are  clammy  .  ❞

[goldstolen]

from  @fukenzena​​  :  “ what’s the plan here ? “ atsumu!

                                                                   random sentence starters  :  the third  /  accepting.

‘  yer askin’ me  ?  ‘  which is to say,  he has absolutely no idea.  atsumu isn’t a planner type.  he does everything by the skin of his teeth,  the seat of his pants,  the proverbial last minute procrastinator all teachers loathe because somehow he’ll always score an A.  he is a danger to all bullet journals,  to everyone who bites into the life of organization,  and the only thing he has to offer is a grin and  :  ‘  and here i thought we were best friends.  what happened to knowin’ me inside and out,  yukako  ?  ‘

[bunneiz]

@fukenzena​​:     ‘ where have you been ? ’    /     PROMPTED:    accepting.

he’s late.     after everything yu had tried to not be to be late ,    he still was anyway ,     due to lost efforts because of volleyball.   foolish boy had decided to train longer than usual:     completely forgetting about their hangout session.   it had occurred to him when tsukishima made fun of him about it ,     knowing how forgetful nishinoya was.   his little legs ran as fast as they could after he had to finish cleaning up ,     leading them to this moment.   when he enters the room his body is drenched in sweat as if he was in a desert without anymore hope.   [      he felt like giving up at the realization that he was about an hour late.     ]     ❛      i     -     i’m   so   sorry yukako-san!     ❜     he began to bow up and down furiously as his heart pumped about the rate he ran here.      ❛      i was training!   i lost my track of time!   please forgive me!     ❜     he explains as he stands still now:     his arms glues like a plank to his sides.

[silencebled]

      ❝    good morning yama  —  chan  !  ...  i hope you are having a n... nice day !   ❞

    your face flourishes in pink hues of the softest shades ,   nerves tingling like needles and pins   (  or is it pins and needles ... ?  )  here you are,  books of time within your finger tips, you live within the library all days. the sun sets and the moon rises and only two books have left your hands.  how slow ...     ❝  do you need any help getting books .. ?      many people ask cause ‘m so tall  —   ❞   ask he speaks, his fingers move. rough and quick, sign language ;   perhaps a habit .

    @fukenzena​ 

[calpio]

                   “    oh    ,    yukako  -  chan   !    the    milk   tea   place    is    right    ahead    of    here    ,    it’s    the    place    that    always    has    those    huuuge    lines    ,    but    i    checked    it    out    today    and    it    looked    not   as   busy    !    let’s    go   !    i’ll    treat   you   ~   !    “    hand    in    hers    ,     lips    can’t     help    but    curl    into    a    saccharine    grin   .    she’s    so    cute    and   cool    ,    after    all     !            @fukenzena

[quirkladen]

@fukenzena​​ // starter call.

     “Woooow, your hair’s su--per long, huh?☆” Overly-familiar and lacking decorum as always, Nana transitions easily from peering at the other girl across the display of stationery and pens to placing herself at the other’s side with a few light, bounding steps. She twists her upper body a bit, studying the shiny, well-maintained tresses from a few marginally-different angles with a hand braced thoughtfully under her chin, nodding to herself.

     “Hey, d’you ever get it caught in stuff? Like zippers and keychains hanging off a bag, or whatever. D’you ever wear it up? It’s so pretty, you definitely take great care of it, huh?” Amidst this idle questioning, Nana has neglected the one meant to precede the others--a question of names. Or rather, she’s forgotten to offer her own in introduction before diving right into the meat of things as if they’re already friends. As usual.

[nezukoo]

@fukenzena​ ♡ for a modern starter!!

   ‘  what do you think of these..?’  at a small shop that was high in demand of cute little trinkets, anime objects, phone accessories, mangas, and a few cosplay clothing - but overall it was a cute little stop shop to just browse. when nezuko walked past this little shop - she noticed a small sign that held a bright writing of a charm sale that they were having for the day and that made her stop for a second to think. grabbing charm might have been silly for most - but she told yukako to hold on for one moment as she went into the store and fished around the charms for a few minutes. what she was looking for wasn’t really in the bins as she dug around - but when she found two flowers - pressed down and molded in what she could assume was epoxy, she quickly took the purple hued flower and a pink one. Her lips were pursed right up when she bought them and headed straight for the one who waited for her - showing off what she had purchased. 

‘ i hope you don’t mind.’ she extended her hand for the others to hand off the gift. ‘but i bought you one!’ 

‘i know it’s silly - or just .. childish, but - i think matching phone charms would have been .. cute to have?’

[tochisuru]

@fukenzena​ : sehya ⇨ yukako.

❝ i like your style. how does the skirt hold up in a fight? ❞

[eatsyou-a]

     ‘  hey!  what do you think my next nail color should be?  the cyan is already starting to chip.  ’  a hum and pause.  ‘  ah well!  say,  why don’t you do them?  i wanna see what can do,  yukako - chan!  ’     @fukenzena

[jikangai-a]

@fukenzena​ || starter call ! 

‘ you did that on purpose, you big dummy ! ‘