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jxgi · 11 months ago

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an independent roleplay blog for hokuto no ken's jagi; with verses based in final fantasy, resident evil, modern / realistic aus and more. a study in jealousy and hate - a life lost and the exploration of the sadness beneath sociopathy.

ambition tearing out the heart of you, carving lines into you

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001 This is an independent roleplay blog for the character of Jagi from the manga / anime / game, Fist of the North Star aka Hokuto No Ken. Obviously, this character doesn't belong to me. The character of Jagi is a mean, villainous character and his backstory has a good amount of triggering content. Please keep this in mind when interacting. This blog is 18+ (adults only) and low activity.

002 Triggering content that you can expect to see frequently on this blog will be violence, murder, aggression, blood and general fighting / battle themes. Sexual content will be present, as will consensual-rough sex. Explicitly dark themes such as rape / sexual violence / dubcon etc, will be alluded to in terms of backstory but not necessarily written. Everything will be tagged. Example is - 'tw.triggerhere'. I, myself, have no triggers.

003 Mun's name is Han, you may know me from such blogs as 'cwarscars' (a badly written attempt at a military general in a fantasy world) and 'mencnfire' (a multimuse attempt at some veteran type characters who all have issues). Are you noticing a theme? Lol. I'm 29, work full time and like to do all sorts of stuff so I wont be super active. I'm pretty friendly and very chilled out, discord is available on the carrd - just tell me who you are if you add me please.

004 This blog is low activity; primarily because I work full-time hours and have other stuff going on outside of the online world. Generally, I like to restrict myself from being online too much. It's never anything personal if I'm not online, don't reply to a message or favour one thread over another. I just have limited time to work with and am terrible at messages. I do like communication, but I also appreciate realism, understanding and patience. I give exactly what I expect of partners. Be laid-back and just have fun!

005 Generally, I prefer longer threads and planned threads. I will do the odd starter or random thread about random thing, but I love a good, juicy, well-thought-out thing. If we're going to plot, I love to have a beginning, middle and end. They are my favourite kinds of threads to write. I don't like too much exposition and prefer a slow burn when it comes to all manner of relationships etc. I can't be bothered to use icons and fancy formatting gives me migraines, so I'll just stick to standard small text.

006 In terms of character / shipping. I base my Jagi's backstory off of his story in Jagi Gaiden. If you're not a fan of HNK / barely know it, don't worry - Jagi has a tonne of verses I have thrown him into and I am more than open to writing a new verse to base around our muses! Regarding shipping - I am open to it! But keep in mind that Jagi is a sociopath and a dangerous murderer. As you can imagine, I'm willing to write most kinds of ships, be they romantic, dark, family, dark-romance etc. However, Jagi will not sexually assault or rape your muse. I've got ten years+ of writing villains under my belt and people trying to force that on you is never enjoyable.

007 Please don't block-evade, hound me for replies, do any creepy shit like stalk my blog / discord, talk shit etc. This is a weird, slightly vague rule but I'm just not down for the high-school side of the RPC nor am I down for the weird things such as block-evading and the like. Please don't pretend to be someone you're not to me (as in, literally pretend to be another person), it's very unsettling behaviour.

008 I have approximately minus interest in getting involved in any slapfights between pro-ship & anti-ship content. I believe in freedom of expression and am anti-censorship, but I also believe that people are allowed to be unsettled / turned-off by certain content. Generally, I'm open-minded but also do my best to be respectful. As said previously, stuff is tagged, dark content will be written, but I also have limits and I respect others' limits, too.

009 My main blog is CWARSCARS and generally, I'll be over there. I just needed to get the rascal that is Jagi off of my chest for a little while as I replenish my writing juices (gross lol).Have fun and I hope we have good rp times! :-)

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considergoldenkamuy · 6 years ago

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emergency request, i know you're not at your best either but could you do something like that drabble you did for raoh for ken or rei instead? i don't really care which or what's in it, but i've just been really upset lately because i feel like i'm disappointing everyone and i can't do anything right.

don’t worry about it, i completely understand. tbh i’m upset rn for the same reason. i’ll do what i can, i’ll do something for both.

SEXUAL CONTENT AND SOMEWHAT DARK THEMES - READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

You had always been at Kenshiro’s side, every since the day your master brought you to Ryuken’s abode to meet his four sons. You would become the vassal of the chosen successor - it was what your martial art, Ryuuza Goken, demanded, as one of the only remaining practitioners, and the youngest of them all. The first day you had arrived, though you were introduced to all of them, only two out of the brothers greeted you with genuine warmth and curiosity.

Kenshiro and Toki.

In that moment, you knew one of these two would be the successor of Hokuto Shinken - something had seemed to just whisper in your ear. But it was Kenshiro’s first meeting with that Nanto user - Yuria - that solidified your belief. Kenshiro was the one who would be the official sixty-fourth successor of Hokuto Shinken. You had no doubt in your mind, and though you remained outwardly neutral towards who you supported, you knew Ryuken and Toki had noticed.

Toki had not been offended or insulted at all, in fact he looked pleased with your choice as the years passed. However there was something he’d said to you when he caught you staring at him with a distant air.

He is fated to be with Yuria. I know it is painful, but we mustn’t interfere.

Kenshiro always seemed like he was just out of reach, the days you spent beside him becoming more and more unbearable as he voiced his love for Yuria to you, too shy at first to confess. You were the one who encouraged him when she was alone, as much as your chest stung.

Yuria noticed, of course. But she wasn’t a bitter, petty or possessive person. Not in the way that would make her unpleasant, anyways. She tried to curb any displays of affection between her and Kenshiro when you were there, having seen that pained glint in your eyes. Despite it all, you faithfully remained by Kenshiro’s side, congratulating him both when he was chosen as the successor of Hokuto Shinken and when he announced he and Yuria were going to get married.

Something strange happened, though. She had pulled you aside to speak with your privately, gazing at you in a way you had never seen before. What Yuria had said to you that day were the words you least expected to hear.

If anything were to happen to me…please, take care of Ken. If he begins to love you, I don’t care - though, I’d be happy for you. I just want you to promise me that no matter what, you’ll do your best for him.

You had smiled in return.

Miss Yuria…that is exactly what I was born to do.

Just two days later, Shin stole her away, leaving you and Kenshiro both in a state of near-death, your eyes temporarily blinded from a slash wound. But you still dragged Kenshiro to a nearby town, bleeding cuts that ran straight through you littering your arms, legs, and chest. It was a wonder you hadn’t died.

When Kenshiro woke up, the last thing he was expecting to see was you sitting beside him, wounds covering your body, skin stained a vibrant red, eyes shut with heavy bags under them, your frame deathly thin. You’d been worried nearly to death over him, completely disregarding your own wellbeing in favor of taking care of him with whatever the townspeople were willing to provide. You had ignored your own injuries in favor of treating his.

He called you an idiot for that, but you just laughed.

Ken, my entire existence is dedicated to ensuring you can survive and keep going. If I die from something like this, I won’t have been betraying anyone.

He was more careful with how badly he was hurt from that point on.

Those words Yuria had told you echoed in your mind, but you shut them out. Even with her not there, you made no advances. You gave Kenshiro no indication that you loved him, not intentionally at least. You’d caught him staring at you with an odd look in his eyes, and you pushed away the hopeful thought that maybe he’d begun to love you. Yuria was still alive, probably. You couldn’t let something like this happen.

But even after receiving the news from Shin that Yuria had killed herself, you did nothing. You found yourself trying to encourage him more those nights he spent sleeplessly, taking care of Bat and Lin whenever he went to go fight. You could feel pure happiness while with the two children, humoring them, telling them stories. You couldn’t feel this same feeling around Kenshiro, not with how tense things had become between the two of you, not after that night that he’d spent silently mourning all of those who had died on his journey thus far. Not after that night that you’d nearly kissed, him withdrawing, telling you he really shouldn’t.

He knew you loved him now, he knew you’d loved him for so many years. You caught him staring even more, these saddened and pondering eyes peering at you.

They became even more somber when Rei came into the picture, nearly sweeping you off your feet with how he could make you laugh, how he could make you smile, with how much he seemed to love making you happy. The way you laughed, the way you smiled - Kenshiro knew you used to be like that with him, before he’d begun to awkwardly avoid you, unsure of how to deal with his current emotions.

He had blocked you off without realizing how much it had hurt you. And now he got to sit here and go through that same pain you have been suffering from for decades, watching you slowly become closer and closer with Rei. Another one of those nights you and Kenshiro ended up staying awake together, he gave you his answer to that silent question that had been hovering in the air for so long.

I do love you.

He was the one who kissed first that time, touch tender as he held you close. Your had pushed him away gently, suddenly unable to contain the tears that began to stream down.

You idiot, you’re always too late.

Kenshiro’s brown eyes were calm yet dejected as he gazed at you, your focus elsewhere, refusing to meet stares. Despite it all, though, you didn’t refuse that second kiss, nor the third, nor the fourth. Your chest ached even as gasps and sighs left your lips, but it wasn’t Kenshiro’s name you breathed out, nearly inaudible. His movements had stuttered, another wave of sorrow washing over him before he thrust again, faster and harsher than before. Your back arched and your nails dug into his strong arms as you let out a silent cry.

I can never make up for what I’ve done, can I…?

You didn’t answer him with anything other than a bittersweet smile, pulling him in for a kiss. It was full of so much unspoken sadness and pain, so much tender hurt, so many emotions. There was love, but it was somber and plaintive. A desolate love, trying to deny itself, as if its very existence was a damning thing in and of itself.

I will love you if it will make you happy, Ken. That’s all there is to it.

He grunted once, body twitching as a familiar sensation coursed throughout his body. A groan of your name left him as he pressed his forehead into the crook of your neck. And finally, you softly whispered “Kenshiro,” your own body convulsing. A moment passed before he pulled away and lay down on the bed, right next to you.

But will you be happy with this?

You chuckled sadly.

No, I won’t.

Kenshiro was silent before closing his eyes, resigning himself to the darkness.

Go to Rei. He’s waiting for you, without a doubt. He’s the only one who can make you happy.

…alright. You stood, a little shaky. You went to the door, completely naked, avoiding his gaze that you knew was following you. Good night, Kenshiro.

He didn’t realize there was so much disappointment and hurt on your face until you spared him a single glance, shutting the door behind yourself before he could sit up and take back his words. He had been too blunt and harsh - he’d forgotten how sensitive you were towards this.

You ignored him as you heard him call your name, continuing down the hallway, feeling vulnerable and taken advantage of. Even if that moment you’d just had him wasn’t entirely out of mutual affections, you thought that maybe he would want you to be with him a bit longer. He didn’t want you as a person, that’s all there was to it, it seemed. You went back to the room Rei had asked to share with you, feeling those tears pouring from your eyes as you wordlessly shut the door behind you. Not able to bring yourself to pull on your clothes, you leaned on the wood behind you, sobbing quietly as you slid down onto the floor, hugging your own form.

You were supposed to make Kenshiro happy, that was the whole reason you were alive. Your existence was dedicated toward him and his bidding, you couldn’t deny him. It was against the law that had been ingrained in your mind since you were first able to hold a weapon in your hands.

You tried to calm yourself, reminding yourself that you had to sleep. That would help, wouldn’t it? Sleep solved all your problems. You stumbled into bed, barely able to even consider pulling on your clothes again to sleep.

You ditched your cloths on the floor, bare form beneath the covers as you rested your body on its back. Your shoulders tensed, though, when you saw a pair of wine red eyes peering at you, unreadable.

“…Rei, I didn’t wake you up, did I?” your voice was soft and weak, shaky. You sounded so defeated in that moment. “Go back to sleep, we have to go a long way tomorrow.”

“What happened?” His question was blunt and stern, but the gentle concern laced into his voice made it seem softer.

“…nothing,” you said quietly, about to roll over so your back was facing him, but he reached out and snagged your shoulder, pulling you he could fully see your naked upper body. Rei’s gaze trailed to the marks over your neck and chest, the swollen quality of your lips. Dread and guilt swam in your eyes, unable to look away when he stared right into them.

“Kenshiro did this?” His guess wasn’t really a guess - Kenshiro was the only other one in the group who was capable of something like this, and Toki wasn’t interested in you at all. Rei’s eyes darkened when you nodded hesitantly, lips quivering again as you covered your chest with your arms, seemingly ashamed.

“Don’t worry about it, Rei,” you tried to be reassuring, but the look on his face told you he wasn’t buying any of it. “I’m just overthinking it.”

“I thought you loved him. Did he force you?” Rei seemed like he was interrogating you, but you already felt too miserable to be physically capable of giving up even more.

“No, Rei. I don’t love him anymore. I let him do this to me. I’m the successor of Ryuuza Goken, I…the whole reason I live is to do whatever he wants me to do.”

Rei stared at you for a moment before he pulled you in, offering a comforting embrace - one you returned with little hesitation, sobs beginning to wrack your body. He let you cry into his chest, holding you close and murmuring consolations and kind words. A few moments passed before you pulled away a bit, trembling as you traced your fingers along his jawline. His expression softened, a slight smile gracing him.

“Rei…” Your murmur was soft, but that was all he needed to get the consent he’d been waiting to hear for so long. His lips molded with yours, but not in that needy and desiring way that Kenshiro’s had. He was tender and gentle, careful and patient.

Neither of you realized Kenshiro was standing just beyond the door, having been reaching for the doorknob until he heard your talk with Rei. His expression darkened, hand falling back to his side. He knew where he stood in your eyes. He couldn’t change that now, not after what he’d done that night. Kenshiro forced himself to turn around and walk away when he heard you call Rei’s name the same way he heard you call just moments before.

He didn’t deserve to feel something like jealousy over someone who clearly didn’t need any more mental torment than they had already suffered from. He wasn’t worthy of something like jealousy.

He didn’t get any rest that night, the faint sounds of intercourse reaching him enough to keep him awake as if a ghost had begun to haunt him, poking him every time he was about to close his eyes. Briefly, Kenshiro wondered if this what Rei felt when the Hokuto user had been sleeping with you with a one-sided passion not too long in the past.

When Kenshiro saw how much happier you were the next morning, greeting Rei first rather than himself, he decided that yes, Rei had also felt miserable. Not anymore, though. Their positions had been swapped.

His heart clenched when he saw you hold Rei’s hand in that way you used to hold Kenshiro’s when you were both still young.

That day, you pushed Rei to the side. You announced to Raoh, your childhood friend, that you had seen the Death Omen Star. You begged him to kill you instead of Rei. Raoh had been shocked, but out of the respect he had held toward you for years, he complied to your wish, even as Rei begged you not to do this. He could only watch helplessly from his position on the ground, not fast enough to push you out of the way of Raoh’s attack.

A gaping whole appeared in your gut and you spat out blood, falling to your knees just as Kenshiro arrived, hearing your lover scream your name. Kenshiro froze at the sight of your body laying limply in the Rei’s arms as he shed tears uncontrollably, calling you an idiot, that you shouldn’t have done that for him.

Kenshiro rushed over, and your weak smile reached your dying eyes, the last of your strength spent on holding each of their hands. “I’m sorry…I couldn’t…live for longer…”

“Don’t talk, we have to - !”

“Don’t bother,” Raoh interrupted the Nanto user. “They requested I kill them instead of you. I fulfilled that request - they won’t live much longer. Be grateful you had someone like them by your side.”

“I can’t see you…” Your hoarse voice brought both Rei and Kenshiro’s attention back to you. “I can’t…see anything…but don’t cry, Rei. I chose to die.”

“You’re still a fool,” he choked out, Lin and Bat weeping as well, seeing their parent figure dying before their very eyes. “I should have been the one to die…!”

“Kenshiro…you’re there too, right?” You didn’t turn to look at him. “Sorry. I’m supposed to protect you, and yet here I am, betraying my own Fist.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Kenshiro managed, pursing his lips. “You died protecting what you truly love. That’s all that matters in the end.”

You were silent for a moment before chuckling, leaning your head into Rei’s chest, feeling your own warmth fading. “You’re still an idiot.”

Kenshiro did well to hide his heavy flinch.

“Bat, Lin, Airi, whoever else is there…it’s been fun. Thanks.

“Raoh, I’m sorry that this is how it ends. We haven’t seen each other for years and the first thing I ask for his death. Thank you for killing me anyways, I hope you’ll fulfill your promise and spare Rei.”

The man on the horse remained silent, but bowed his head a little, offering a silent prayer.

“And speaking of…thanks, Rei. For everything. I didn’t think anything could bring me back from that. But you pulled it off.” Your smile widened into one of closure. “Sorry about this. You’ve still got Mamiya, though. So you won’t be alone.”

“Damnit - “ Rei could only say your name in a hushed and cracking voice, as your body relaxed completely. Kenshiro couldn’t bring himself to look away.

“Bye, everyone. Bye, Ken. Bye, Rei.”

His breath caught in his throat when that sparkle in your eye disappeared, muscles completely loose.

Lips quivering, Rei gently shut your eyes, standing slowly, your cold body in his arms. Raoh just watched as Rei gave him one last look, not of anger, not of sadness - one of resolution - before the man walked off, holding you a bit closer as he tried to think of how he would find a good place to bury you.

Then again, even the holiest grounds in Heaven wouldn’t be good enough for your corpse to be laid.

#fist of the north star #fist of the north star imagine #fist of the north star scenario #hokuto no ken #hokuto no ken imagine #hokuto no ken scenario #kenshiro #kenshiro imagine #kenshiro scenario #rei #rei imagine #rei scenario #emergency request

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thebestcomicking · 5 years ago

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Just rando sketch of Kenshiro, I drew this without drawin the skeleton.

#sketch #sketches #kenshiro #hokuto no ken #fist of the north star #now imagine me drawin She Ra stuff in this style

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jojobaimagines · 5 years ago

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Hello. Could I request for Hokuto No Ken Kenshiro and Rei finding out that their s/o is a witch during a battle with bandits? Powers - Telekinesis

I apologize beforehand if these reactions are too short, i just can’t come up with a lot for this one!

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Kenshiro will get really alarmed when you actually join the fight after he specifically told you to stand back so you don’t get hurt, but his alarm soon turns into surprise when he sees you sending an enemy flying with a flick of your hand. Still, he insists that you should stand back and let him do the fighting since he really doesn’t want you to get hurt. It will take a lot of convincing on your part to make him accept you on the battlefield.

Rei will open his eyes like plates when he sees a flying boulder knock an enemy down. Was... was that you? He will stare at you for a few seconds and you actually have to stop a bandit from landing a hit on him with your powers. After you yell at him to focus on the battle, he gets a hold of himself and is actually kind of excited to fight alongside you!

#requests #hokuto no ken #hnk #hokuto no ken imagines #hokuto no ken headcanons #hokuto no ken requests #kenshiro x reader #kenshiro #kenshiro hnk #rei hnk #rei x reader

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yanderegoddess · 2 years ago

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Yandere Simulator Blog

I actually hadn’t intended to be writing this at fucking 10:52 pm but here I am because insomnia is a pain in my ass. And what’s a better way to waste my time then write this out and write some Xreader stuff while im at it. Anyway enough of the side rant off to the real point.

Prompt list!

This is an Xreader Blog I do

X F!Reader

X GN!Reader

X M!Reader

Stuff I write about :

Matchups

Oneshots

Headcannons

Imagines

Songfics

Fanfics

Types of content I write :

Comfort

Angst

Yandere

Others

smut || the characters will be aged up if smut is requested ||

Characters I write for 202X :

Ayano Aishi

Osana Najimi

Amai Odayaka

Kizana Sunobu

Oka Ruto

Asu Rito

Muja Kina (( Teacher reader ONLY.

Osoro Shidesu

Hanako Yamada

Megami Saikou

Kokona Haruka

Kuroko Kamenaga

Akane Toriyasu

Aoi Ryugoku

Shiromi Torayoshi

Mutsumi Rokuda / Musume Ronshaku

Kashiko Murasaki

Hana Daidaiyama

Kokoro Momoiro

Hoshiko Mizudori

Info-Chan

Uekiya Engeika

Genka Kunahito (( Teacher reader ONLY.

Raibaru Fumetsu

Supana Churu

Kokuma Jutsu

Mina Rai

Shima Shiya

Miyuji Shan

Gita Yamahato

Beshi Takamine

Dora Tamamoto

Kiba Kawaito

Meka Nikaru

Homu Kurusu

Inkyu Basu

Sakyu Basu

Sakura Hagiwara

Sumire Suzuki

Horuda Puresu

Nemesis

Male :

Umeji Kizuguchi

Hokuto Furukizu

Gaku Hikitsuri

Dairoku Surikizu

Hayanari Tsumeato

Yandere Kun / Ayato Aishi

Budo Masuta

Taro Yamada / Senpai

Male! Info-Kun

Shin Higaku

Chojo Tekina

Daku Atsu

Geiju Tsuka

Sho Kunin

Juku Ren

Kaga Kusha

Horo Guramu

Yaku Zaishi

Iruka Dorufino

Kencho Saikou

Hazu Kashibuchi

Male rivals :

Osano Nanjimi

Amao Odayaka

Kizano Sunobu

Oko Ruto

Aso Rito

Mujo Kina (( teacher reader ONLY.

Osoro Shidesu

Hanakō Yamada

Megamo Saikou

Characters I write for 1980’s :

Female :

Ryoba Aishi

Kaguya Wakaizumi

Moeko Rakuyona

Honami Hodoshima

Sumiko Tachibana

Ritsuko Chikanari

Ai Doruyashi

Teiko Nabatasai

Komako Funakoshi

Chigusa Busujima

Sonoko Sakanoue

Turi Sutoriku

Doremi Shinmahara

Murasaki Nobumoto

Akari Komiyaku

Raimu Ichijo

Sumire Saitozaki

Male :

Jokichi Yudasei

The Journalist

Saburo Meshino

Togo Atasuma Shichiro Kurosapu

Taichi Hiranaka

Seishiro Sadanaga

Reiichi Tanaami

Joze Shiuba

Ken Kyonashima

Daisaku Aragaki

Saisho Saikou

#writers on tumblr #yandere simulator #reader insert #writer things #blog intro

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satoshi-mochida · 2 years ago

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Fitness Boxing Fist of the North Star will launch for Switch on March 2 in North America and Europe, developer Imagineer announced. Pre-orders are available now via Nintendo eShop for $49.99.

Fitness Boxing Fist of the North Star first launched for Switch on December 22 in Japan.

Here is an overview of the game, via its official website:

Improve your daily exercise habits, get into shape, and draw back the curtain on a new, legendary body! While retaining the basic features of Fitness Boxing, this new installment adds characters and settings from the world of Fist of the North Star for truly effective workouts!

Daily Workout / Free Training

Fist of the North Star characters are your instructors.

Follow the instructions and punch in rhythm.

The Daily Workout and Free Training modes can be played with a partner.

Each achievements through continuous play.

Battles

Take down scores of outlaws with your punches in Outlaw Battles.

Vanquish powerful rivals in Boss Battles.

Block the enemy’s special techniques with your punches.

Finish off your opponent with Hokuto Hundred Blows Rushing Fist!

Train by Battling Your Favorite Characters

Featuring Kenshiro, Yuria, Rei, Raoh, Mamiya, Thouzer, Shin, Jagi, and Outlaws.

Background Music

A total of 20 tracks including both classic tunes and game originals, such as “Aio Torimodose!!,” “Tough Boy,” “Yuria Eienni,” “Silent Survivor,” and more.

#Fitness Boxing Fist of the North Star #Fist of the North Star #Hokuto no Ken #Imaginer #Nintendo Switch #Gematsu

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meansary · 5 years ago

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Sharing this to u coz ur drawing of Sylvain giving Dimitri tips made me think of Sylvain telling to rip his shirt open & ask Professor Byleth to help him with sewing. Dimi tries this but his super strength ends up tearing his shirt beyond repair.

This is... BRILLIANT... 😂

I can almost imagine his shirt exploding in shreds like Kenshiro's in Hokuto no Ken LMAO.

#anon #ask

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mysticgalaxychaos · 5 years ago

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"In depth" analysis (commentary) on Mcs vs Yaha dialogue (part 3, finale)

It's finally over! You can now resume scrolling on your dashboard in peace!

*Bonus. Another weird quote by our friend when the Mc dies in battle. Don't fully understand it, but kinda relieved his "beauty" is his sin... Thinking about again though, he does call his ability to feel sexual pleasure his "luster" so we don't know what "beauty" could be a eufemism for...

Can we all take a moment to appreciate how FRIGGIN GORGEOUS Yaha looks here???????? Like I know he's dying, and bleeding, but he just looks so cute! Actually Yaha always looks cute but this one looks extra nice

This is actually a very sad moment. Poor guy's dying and here we see what Yaha thinks of himself. He recognises he has changed and that he was "damaged". I guess loosing his ability to feel **SeXuAl** **PlEaSuRe** was really dertrimental to his personality. I mean that kinda thing really changes someone, you know!

What can I say... They tried, they really did. They tried to make this sad with him calling himself broken and everything. And it would have all been fine and honestly, pretty sad if it wasn't about LOSING YOUR ABILITY TO FEEL SEXUAL PLEASURE!!!!! That was your "luster"????? Like... What?? Is there something I'm missing??

To be real, we have lots of evidence and we do hear later on from Urick that Yaha was changed a lot by this pact deal. I can't imagine exactly why and the context isn't super helpful, but the best explanation I could come up with was that his ability to seduce anyone he wanted coupled with his inability to feel pleasure when actually engaging with said people might have made him desperate or left him feeling deprived. It's kinda contradictory. You are given the ability to do something you (presumably) really enjoy, with whoever you want without any limitations but you are never allowed to enjoy it again. I guess that's what made him so weird about everything

This line legit upsets me, not only because of how bad I feel for Yaha, but mostly because of Urick's reaction. You'll see it right bellow so all I'm gonna say regarding Urick is that it's usually the person who lives who says "I'll never forget you"...

Can we all just admire the amount of love and dedication Yaha has to and for Urick? If you really think about it, he's had a crush on him since they were young, he held onto that for so long, he got rejected, he sacrificed a part of himself (yeah, I've been making fun of that, but truth is that it was), he suffered because of it, he changed, according to his own words he "was damaged" by this, he has seemingly received nothing from Urick apart from semi harsh kinda aggressive comments and even after all of this, all he has to say was that he's happy he can see him again. He just holds nothing against him... Now I'm not saying he's been the best person to Urick (after all there has to be a reason he's so cold towards him), but even in his last moments he still expresses his love... Of course you could argue that this isn't realistic and that it is probably very unhealthy and obsessive, but I really do find this very heartwarming

*Rip cute baby elf*:'(

This scene and Urick's reaction reminded me a lot of Rei during Yuda's death in Hokuto no Ken. I found it so funny how Yuda was there dying, confessing his love, pouring out all of his feelings and Rei just stood there kinda... Not reacting at all. The difference being, In Hokuto no Ken, Yuda had pretty much ruined Rei's life and even then, Rei seemed pretty upset by his death when he actually died. Here we have two people who were friends from childhood, who for some reason (probably less serious than murdering your parents and kidnapping your sister) fell apart. And after the heartfelt things Yaha said, THIS is what Urick has to say!!!

"Well, I know you devoted your life to me and have been in love with me since forever and I also know you sacrificed a part of yourself to be with me, but... Ugh... You shouldn't have made that pact deal, huge turn off"

What the hell, Urick???!! As much as I like you, this is an awful way to respond to your friend's death! He didn't even touch him or hug him or something! Come on! The guy's dead! You can at least show him some love now! This is such a cold response and it's even worse since it's coming from Urick who's normally so friendly... It does makes things supper complicated too. So far we've had a pretty consistent narrative of what transpired (or might have) between Yaha and Urick and here come these final scenes to just completely contradict everything! But we get the one piece of info; the fact that it was the pact deal that ruined the relationship.

1000000 iq

NOWE!!!! HAVEN'T YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION TO ANYTHING YAHA WAS SAYING???

That's were we get direct confirmation that Yaha changed, probably after the pact deal. Also we learn it was that change the ruined the relationship. But here's the weird thing, people change, what could have possibly happened that was so different to drive Urick so cold?

WHAT??? WHAT? WHAT? WAT??? WHAT??

This line just shatters my kyoka suigetsu! I just don't know what to say! If we take this as true, the game has just retconed everything it's told us! Either that, or Urick has just NO IDEA what was going on all these years AND payed 0 attention to what Yaha told him during the fight! Or, Urick is lying because his ex, Yaha borderline exposed their relationship and he is just so much in denial about his sexuality that he doesn't want anyone to even think he could be gay

But srsly WHAT THE HELL??? Urick! Yaha didn't want to "make a name for himself in the knights"!!! He wanted YOU! How do you not know this! This just changes so many things! Their relationship goes from "ex friends with something extra happening in between that was maybe not entirely liked by both" to "man completely oblivious to best friend's feelings even after he literally confesses them". Now this is possible, since Yaha did ask Urick if he knew about his feelings for him. It is also possible that this entire time we had (which we did) Yaha's version of events with Urick not knowing any of this, but this begs the question, if Urick didn't knew up until now, why isn't he reacting differently to Yaha's death. If I had just learned my former best friend was in love with me, I wouldn't be sitting there looking at him die. Also if that was the case, what was it that drove them apart if not Yaha's attempt to get with Urick? Could it be that he was just too preoccupied with sex from that point on? But then why is Urick so mean and cold? This doesn't seem like it was just them drifting apart, something big happened to get Urick to this point.

More than anything, this line doesn't match up with any previous information we know...

"Um... Yeah Nowe, Yaha just... Wanted to be popular within the nights! All of that stuff you heard... That was nothing! Nothing at all! He's just... Well... What? Why I hate him? I hate him because... Uh... He's just... Too... Well that's not important, but it DEFINITELY isn't because he started fucking everybody! DEFINITELY NOT!"

Bonus: this is the single BEST piece of trivia I have ever seen about a character, EVER!

So this thing is over! Are you supper happy about it? I bet you are! Anyway now I'm just gonna go ahead and link the videos I used for these screenshots and... Idk bye!

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#drakengard 2 #drakengard #yaha #urick

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it’s just who we are.

self-indulgent shit bc i feel not great today

She used to live in a small village, living off a small farm and filthy well, with her younger brother and the other children. She used to tell the greatest stories, the ancient and awesome epics, the incredible and elaborate tales. She could create something from nothing with words alone. She could sing the sweetest songs, she could teach anyone the most detailed harmonies, she could tame the most vicious of animals with her voice alone.

She was a miracle child - she could do anything, they had said. They exaggerated, of course, as there were two things she could not do. She couldn’t walk, and she couldn’t see.

And so her younger brother would bring her around in a wheelchair, talking so cheerily and enthusiastically. He would talk of his hunting trips, of how he had explored the wasteland that had come to be not even months ago - the catastrophe that had stolen away her now-still legs, and eyesight.

She loved the boy so, and he did her. They took good care of each other and the other young ones, who happily called them their older siblings. Every morning, she would wake up, still seated, and find her way over to her brother. She would shake him until he groaned, wanting to continue resting, but she always won in the end. He would always ask her if she had any dreams, and she would burst out a new story, a new myth, a new fairytale each time.

The children would gather round and she would continue all day, into the afternoon. She took joy in hearing them laugh and giggle, hearing them demanding more. She took joy in speaking with them, with her brother, with the village - with her family.

Five years in, however, a group of wanderers came in on motorbikes, asking if any able-bodied men would be willing to join them, promising food and shelter. But when no one responded, they had threatened the villagers. They invaded, capturing many of the elders and a few of the children. And of course, they took her as well - an obvious choice, as she was blind and disabled, and therefore couldn’t run.

Every single hostage was killed, every one except her and the youngest child they had stole. Having seen too much, so afraid for her, her brother joined them after making them vow not to kill his sister in exchange.

“Don’t worry.” He had grinned back then, she could hear it in his voice. “I’ll make sure to send you whatever I can spare. You can be happy, then. Maybe I can find something that will help your legs. Don’t worry! I’ll be fine!”

And yet, when she heard those tires fade into the distance, she couldn’t help the tears that streamed down her face. Her younger brother, the sweet boy - with all of her infinite wisdom, something told her he wouldn’t come back alive.

Every day was unbearable, she was quieter than she had been before. Those smiles of hers that had been so bright, even with those eyes of hers, but now they were melancholy and grieving. So many of the children had been slaughtered, she was left alone with so few of the survivors - a small handful amount of adults and younger ones.

Her lips no longer spun words of gold and wonders, they instead birthed sorrows and blue tales of sadness. The others didn’t question her - they understood, of course. She was so close with everyone in the village, of course she would be among the most heavily affected. Years of worrying passed, years of hoping her brother was doing well, having stopped receiving small packages of goods with notes he had written for her.

But everything crumbled when she received news from a member of his gang that he had been killed by a man with seven scars on his chest - a man who used the martial art technique Hokuto Shinken, a man named Kenshiro. Her chest grew heavier, spending so long alone in her room, weeping over her loss. The others did their best to bring her spirits up, but none could do anything.

The day she left her room, having long since learned how to navigate on her own decently, she had come to a conclusion:

She hated Kenshiro. And if she got the chance, she just might kill him.

The young woman stewed in this anger, getting out whatever she could through a sudden shift to stories of heroes, of their losses, of their gains and wins, of their friends, of their tragedies. She treated the younger ones kinder than ever, so determined to keep them safe. She didn’t want to suffer that pain again, and she didn’t want the others to either.

The elders died a few years after her own brother had passed, and she was left as the oldest one in the village. She had to take care of all of them, but they all worked together in an effort to make up for what they had lost in the past. They called her either “Mother” or “Big Sister,” they held her that close, giving her a pale sunhat they had made themselves on her birthday. And for the first time in so long, she felt such pure and genuine happiness.

Until one day, when she was sitting in her wheelchair with a child on her lap - she had been telling them a story, running her fingers through the small girl’s hair as her sweet voice spoke - she heard a car fast approaching. She paused when she heard it stop nearby, the sound of two young voices as three people got out. The children all tensed, unsure, seeing the serious look on her face.

“All of you, go inside. I don’t recognize them - be ready to run if need it be.” Having practiced this before, they all complied immediately, scattering. She kept the child who had fallen asleep in her arms, however. The girl had been the child of the other adults before they passed away due to illness, so the young woman had to act as her mother. This was a two-year-old, she had to give it special attention.

The footsteps drew nearer and she waited until she heard them round the corner and pause before she turned her chair around.

“Ah! It’s a lady!” The voice of a young boy - his age wasn’t easy to pinpoint, but in his mid teens at oldest. A sound of nervous steps backwards, light. It was the other child, a girl, if she guessed correctly.

“Who are you three? What do you want?” Her voice was calm with an aggressive edge. The two children recoiled but the third, the man, didn’t move.

“We were simply passing through,” his voice was deep and smooth. “We were hoping we could spend the night, if it isn’t an inconvenience.”

She “stared” at them heavily from below her sunhat, a long moment of awkward silence passing before the boy shuffled over to the man, whispering. “Ken! Just make her agree, I’m starving!”

She tensed, which made the three pause. “Did I hear that right?”

“Huh? What’re you talking about?” The boy asked and the girl made a soft sound of agreement. Her expression was blank before she thinned her lips into a line, suppressing a scowl.

“Ken, as in Kenshiro?”

The boy didn’t notice the wary tone in her voice. “Yup! The one and only! He’s really powerful, you know? So could you let us stay?”

Again, she was silent before she tilted her head upwards, not hiding her snarl this time. The girl let out an “eek,” but Kenshiro had any sort of fear. He did, however, note how she held the baby in her arms a little closer.

“You’re not welcome here, murderer. Stay away from us.”

“Ken’s not a murderer!” the girl protested, but the woman let out a bitter laugh.

“Murderers kill without a second thought, without consideration for those who care for those he kills.” A soft sound of surprise left Kenshiro this time. “You’ll be staying here over my dead body. You’ve begun corrupting those children, showing such cruelty so easily. Now leave.”

“I’ll leave, but could these two stay?” Kenshiro made a surprisingly humble request and she thought carefully for a moment before slowly nodding. The two were reluctant to leave their friend, but eventually walked over to the young woman, who stroked the cheek of the baby in her arms. “One last thing.”

“Why should I grant you that?” was her short response, but he continued as if she hadn’t spoken at all.

“Who was it that I killed?”

She was stunned for a moment before her eyes twitched, only Kenshiro seeing how she looked on the verge of crying.

“...you don’t deserve to know that.” She curtly spun her chair around, expression softening when she spoke to the boy and girl. “Come on, you can return to...him when morning comes, but you’re welcome to stay however long you would like.”

“Hey, lady?” She hummed in reply, tilting her head towards the young male. “Why are you so angry at Ken? All the people he’s killed is because they earned it.”

She clenched her jaw, placing words together, knowing Kenshiro was staring at her intently. “He killed someone I cared for. He killed the person who mattered the most to me.”

The three entered a stunned silence, before the young woman gestured for them to follow. “Come now, I’ll show you to where you’ll sleep.”

Kenshiro could only feel a light pang of guilt, seeing how her shoulders were tense. That person must have been close with her. But out of all the hundreds he’d killed, who was it?

“You can all come out now, it’s safe,” the woman called out, and the two newcomers could only watch in awe as a large group of older children and young teens began to gather, all flowing out from the homes around them. “These two will be spending the night here, so be kind to them, please.”

“Hey hey,” a kid walked up to the duo. “What’re your names? I’m Maxwell! We’re all a big, big family here!”

“A family?” the girl questioned, and Maxwell nodded enthusiastically.

“Uh-huh! And she’s the one who takes care of all of us! Big Sis’s real nice.” The others wore bright expressions, a natural testament.

“Oh...well, I’m Bat. And this is Lin. Do you guys have any food? I’m really hungry,” he whined, and a few laughed good-naturedly.

“Yeah! C’mon, let’s eat dinner!”

Kenshiro walked away from the village to sit in the car in his usual spot in the back, a thoughtful expression on his face. The look she had when she glared at him, it was of pure sorrow and hatred. She’d been sitting on this for a while, but he’d killed so many people at this point that he really couldn’t tell who was one she could have cared for.

Clearly, she was a caring soul from how she doted to that baby in her arms, how kindly she spoke to Bat and Lin. What he’d done clearly drew out a violent reaction rom the woman. He intended to keep his word, staying out of the village, but again, the thought kept bugging him.

He fell asleep, still thinking.

The young woman sat in her room, baby still in her arms as she shushed it softly, humming a quiet lullaby. Gingerly, she held the baby a bit closer, into her own warmth. The baby laughed, and a smile came to her face. The morning sun peeking through the window, the young villagers slowly awoke, all getting dressed, eating the small rations that were for breakfast before going out to the farms to get to work.

By the time Bat and Lin had decided to open their eyes, the small home they had been sleeping in was deserted. Though confused, they ate what was left for them before heading out as well. The first person they saw was the village leader herself, still in her wheelchair, still holding that infant.

“Miss! Good morning!” Lin greeted, running up to the woman. The older female perked at the girl’s voice and turned towards her, smiling a little.

“Good morning, Lin. Did you and Bat sleep well?”

Lin nodded vigorously. “Yeah, yeah! Thank you so much!”

“Don’t mention it. I don’t like leaving children out in the bitter cold like that,” the woman turned back out to the fields, where some were playing, some were working, some were chatting. “I have a bit of a soft spot.”

“Miss, why didn’t you let Ken stay?”

Bat grabbed onto his friend’s shoulders, with an urgent hiss. “Didn’t you hear?! Ken killed someone she - !”

“He’s the man who killed my younger brother.” All of the sound died, the two children slowly absorbing what the woman had just said. “My younger brother, he left this village half a decade ago, forced out, otherwise I and the whole village would have been killed. A lot of the men here were forced, really, but he joined as long as the group promised not to hurt me. That was the last time I spoke to him - the day he told me that he would be fine, he would do his best for me. He always told me in letters of how hard it was to keep killing and hurting and mocking every single day, he always told me how he wished to come back.”

Her lips pursed, a single tear slipping from her eye.

“But he never did.”

Kenshiro turned towards the sound of Bat and Lin running over to him, calling his name. “Ken! Ken! She told us why she hates you so much!”

“...? Why would you ask her that?” That wasn’t a good question to ask someone so emotionally scarred.

“You killed her younger brother.”

Kenshiro frowned a little at this.

“He - “

“Please don’t say anymore,” the sound of the woman’s voice cut through the air like a knife, all three turning towards the woman in the wheelchair, moving towards them. She looked saddened. “Don’t tell him anymore beyond that. It doesn’t matter.”

“You were crying!” Lin exclaimed, upset. “Of course it matters!”

The woman stared at the children with these blank, unfocused eyes, mirky in color. They looked dead, so dead as they turned to Kenshiro. She tightened her jaw. “Why would it matter to him? I doubt I’m the only one he’s left in this state.”

Lin fell silent, looking away.

“Your younger brother?” Kenshiro asked slowly. “If I killed him, that means he was doing evil. If it helps you any, he wasn’t acting - ”

“I don’t care,” she cut off coldly. “I don’t care if he wasn’t acting right. I don’t care if he was mocking someone. He has never lied to me. He hated the life he lived, he hated everything that he had to do. He left as a sacrifice to save my life - so I would be spared. I didn’t protest, thinking that he would be alright, just like he said, that he would be fine, that he would be okay, sheltered and fed, just like he had told me the day before he left me here. Five years apart, sending letters, and the next thing I know, the only blood family I had left was killed. Killed like he was nothing, like he was a piece of garbage on the ground. If that’s how you treat someone you’ve met for the first time, not knowing why they’re doing what it is they’re doing, I want you nowhere near anyone else that I hold dear. As far as I’m concerned, you’re a sociopath and a killer - among the scum of the Earth.”

Kenshiro only took her words in slowly, processing all she had said.

“Bat, Lin, I’m assuming you’ll still be traveling with this man. Do as you please, but don’t do anything that could put your life in immediate danger. You’re young, you deserve to grow up and see the whole world for yourself. I never could, so I never did. Good day.”

Though she had gone a long distance after a few minutes, she paused and turned to “look” over her shoulder. “Why are you following me? Are you going to kill all the children?”

“I believe you misunderstand,” Kenshiro’s voice was calm. She looked like she wanted to shout at him, but she refrained, merely tightening her grasp on the wheels. “I will admit. I feel nothing when I kill those I deem evil. But I don’t kill or hurt those I believe to be innocent, to be good and strong-willed. Whoever your brother was, I killed him in the moment because I dubbed him and those around him as evil.

“You likely won’t believe me, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry for causing a kind person like you so much pain, for taking away someone obviously so close to you, so important. I understand that feeling, but I never really bothered to think about how my killings may affect the individuals, whether or not others felt that same heartbreak.

“I don’t intend to kill anyone in this village - if someone like you is protecting them with such determination, then truly there is no one here who deserves any pain. It’s too much for me to ask in this position, but could you at least...give me a chance? Someone like you doesn’t deserve that pain I’ve caused. It is against my morals to allow this to go on.”

She thought for a moment before snorting softly, turning to face him completely. “Then, I have a single question. What do you know about me as of right now?”

Kenshiro raised a brow, but answered anyways. “You’re a young woman with a kind and caring heart, taking care of a village full of young children. You’re physically disabled with a justified fury towards me for killing your younger brother, who you clearly cared for dearly. You don’t have any parents or elders who look after you, and you have a strange magic in your words.”

“Strange magic...” She chuckled lightly. “Yes, I suppose you could say that. However, you don’t pass. You’re going to have to do better than that, Man with Seven Scars.”

“What did I miss?” A simple question.

“For someone rumored to be so strong and intelligent, I’m shocked you didn’t notice,” she mocked lightly. Looking up at him fully, eyes no longer partially obscured by the hat, his own eyes narrowed.

“...you’re blind.”

“I’m blind,” she confirmed, tugging the tip of her hat back down. “I’m blind and disabled. I’m a pitiful human being, stuck on something like anger. But that’s just who I am, and you’re just who you are. I’m an eternally grieving woman, and you’re a thoughtless murderer. Whatever cause you have, is it worth killing all the people you have so far? If I had the ability and nerve, I would have attacked you upon hearing your name alone. Unfortunately, I’m soft.

“I can try to kill you, even from where I am, but those children would be saddened. They would suffer through what I and so many of the children here have suffered through, so many times that day long long ago. Seeing someone they consider family be killed before their eyes.

“It’s not worth it. It never will be. If you ever find a way you could possibly make up for what you’ve done, if you’re truly determined to do something like that for someone like me, then come back once you’ve completed that objective of yours, the one that makes it alright to tear apart so many families. To do that will prove something to me. If you never come back, then have that supposed ‘guilt’ of yours remain - that this crippled woman will hate you forever.

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll even tell you a story,” the final smile she gave him was plaintive and sorrowful, before spinning her chair around with impressive grace and rolling off. Kenshiro watched as some children approached her, such bright smiles on their faces. The one she returned was genuine.

He hadn’t seen a smile like that in a long time.

But Kenshiro simply shook his head at himself, making note in his mind to return once he rescued Yuria. Stepping back into the car, he didn’t answer Bat or Lin when they asked what he and the woman had spoke of. He said nothing, brows furrowed in thought. If this was the pain he’d caused one woman alone because of a single man he’d killed, then what had all those other deaths done?

He wasn’t sure if he wanted the answer to that.

#hokuto no ken #hokuto no ken imagine #hokuto no ken scenario #fist of the north star #fist of the north star imagine #fist of the north star scenario #kenshiro #kenshiro imagine #kenshiro scenario #it's just who we are.

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