#lsdkf??

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

saikis self-restraint is god-tier

[oficeandwind]

quickly inspects their own hair color.

[princepsumbra]

belonging was your birthright; you have always felt this to be true. you have sickened of fighting for it tooth and nail, with blood and tears. but that is all in the remembered past. today you are someone new. today you are someone respected. when you walk the streets of your dark city, the men, women, and children smile at your approach. they know your strength and your knowledge, and they trust in it as they trust in as they trust in the faces of the old gods.

your once-resplendent clothing has been reduced to tatters, but pain, numbness, ache, and cold no longer trouble you. what you have exchanged in their stead is more precious than any caged comfort a castle could offer. you know this is where you were meant to be, not shackled to the whims of the noble and petty, not haunted by the dark legacy of inheritance, but walking beneath trees that offer you their shelter, among air that invites you to breathe it.

bough of the lifetree, emptiness walks in the wake of your footsteps, but the scepter of renewal resides in your hands.your power straddles life and death itself. which path will you grasp with all your might?

Darkness gives way to dusk's half-light. A figure strides confidently ahead of him, their bearing proud. Assured. Xander, in all his distinguished glory. Why wouldn't this strange land show him the mirror of all his own shortcomings?

Leo feels the old jealousy well in his chest, claw up his throat, and he almost turns his back on the visage. He blinks, as if to clear the lens of insecurity, and realizes with stark clarity that it's him receiving all that glory. Recognition settles around his shoulders in place of the shadows he once favored.

If he's so beloved, what happened to Xander?

Muscles twitch. Temptation replaces jealousy; if he could just reach out and grab it--

There is another apparition.

Peace unlike that he's ever felt before emanates from the trees. Dappled sunlight hides and warms him in equal measure. He has the freedom to choose between seclusion or attention.

He is not meant for walking in the sunlight. He is not the people's hero. Let them foist their gratitude upon the one born for such a burden. Solitude never bothered him.

The young prince casts one last look at the regal man accepting his subjects trust. Hands clasp behind his back, and he steps toward the treeline.

[cryoexorcist]

"" how many fantail pigeons do you think would take to kill one rishboland tiger ? ? ? "" 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

"a whole flock of them."

course, chongyun is mostly answering instintively at first. but this WOULD require more thought, and he's willing to put in all the necessary research too.

"but it also depends, are we giving them weapons to fight the tigers with? i think the fantail pigeons should have spears strapped to them to give an advantage."

[bitbrumal]

          tonight i offer you two-fold ragbros.

SOFT PAIN  diluc vc i do not associate with the parts of me that hate and fear you. i see them. i acknowledge them enough to cage them. if i could i would kill them, but i have tried and- i will never, ever, make it your problem again.

SOFT SOFT kaeya:  shivering up a storm diluc: refusing to let him hear his teeth chatter. snickers instead & shoves those cold cold icicle hands under his own armpits. instant ragret but he toughs it out.

[glowingreverie]

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[chmerical-a]

❝  𝗡𝗢,  𝗦𝗘𝗘,  𝗜  𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧  𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘.  ❞  tone's  sharp,  quick  to  cut  off  whatever  snarky  thing  was  about  to  come  out  of  dean's  mouth.  there's  no  time  for  spats,  silence  is  key,  and  dean's  testing  the  limits  of  panicked  patience.  they're  either  seriously,  super,  royally  fucked  (  𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩  𝘪𝘴  𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘪𝘵  𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺  )  or,  they've  found  something  great,  something  real,  something  that  would  shut  her  smug  sound  guy  up.  it's  a  thrill,  honestly,  being  so  close  to  discovery,  to  truth  (  𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵  𝘭𝘦𝘵  𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧  𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯--  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺  𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵  𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥  𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘵 )  the  crunch  of  broken  glass  gets  louder  as  footsteps  get  closer,  and  her  hand's  raised  up,  threatening  to  fly  at  deans  mouth  as  they  wait.

...and  wait

...and  wait

silence  coaxes  a  smile,  tentative,  soft  as  teeth  graze  her  bottom  lip.  oh  yeah,  she's  hopeful.  but  it  isn't  until  the  familiar  beep  of  a  walkie  talkie  that  she  realizes  this  isn't  some  ghost  or  ghoul,  this  is  a  very  real,  very  solid,  disgruntled  security  guard.  𝘁��𝗲  𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲  𝗼𝗻𝗲  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗱  𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱  𝗼𝗳𝗳  𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁  𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀  𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲.  heart's  sunk,  but  there's  no  space  to  wallow.  they've  gotta  figure  out  a  plan,  fast--  wide  eyes  turn  to  dean,  her  hand  now  tangled  up  in  blonde  tresses  and  she'll  let  out  as  much  of  a  whisper  as  she  can  muster,  ❝  the  fuck  are  we  gonna  do?!  ❞

  sc: ft. @hatchetnews // medicine - gus dapperton // tierney gallagher & dean marsten

[oficeandwind]

"wow. i do not condone that. even i have standards."

[cryoexorcist]

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[courtfallen]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫’𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔩𝔰 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱; it is not usual for his loyalty to be questioned, especially by a man who has seen through to his true values and principles, a man with whom he shared radical ideals, with whom he dreamed of a different and more sustainable prythian. despite their falling out, vyros knows in his marrow that there is a road back to their collaboration and that the road could lead to the betterment of the realm as whole; why else would he feel comfortable speaking so openly with the daemati? what else had drawn them together but the fire burning in him, after all of this time, now raging at the dawn of this looming threat? vyros has never been one to question threads of fate, silvery and gleaming in the dark loam. it was those that he followed, guided by a celestial light it seemed no other could see — no other but the man standing before him.

❝ of course, you hesitate. you can only see my actions through your lens. your heart burns for the night court alone; mine, for all of prythian. we knew when we spoke on the topic of court independence ages ago that it was a dangerous and radical idea, but we also knew it was one worth fighting for — a game that would always begin by establishing the independence of the night court, kal. freeing the night court is the most obvious strategy, because the night court is the most stable, the most independent already. but, for me, that was just the first move in long war toward freedom for all courts. the first move toward the downfall of an obsolete royal court that could never truly serve its citizens. you must know the night court's independence was important to me, but it was never my endgame. ❞

 vyros can’t help but smirk at the comment he is irrational, because he knows it’s true. vyros’ passion for this particular cause was always a step ahead of his usual level-headed approach toward strategy. of the two of them, vyros had a tendency to be the first to jump while kalore was the steady hand that stayed the action. they were a good match for one another in this way; vyros kept the torch lit, and kalore guided the way. ❝ i regret how it ended. ❞ he speaks on their brotherhood, lowly, the regret obvious in the tone of his voice. ❝ but i will take the responsibility for setting fire to the bridge and letting it go to ash when i returned to the winter court. i will accept the blame for it all if you're willing to at least look at the prospect of rebuilding it. ❞

eyes of ichor study the dark gaze opposite, listening intently when the daemati speaks again. ❝ i know the kind of man you are, kalore. i know you serve your people loyally, and i would be a fool if i were to suggest otherwise. i only ask that you look beyond the night court’s borders to see that there are innocents in every court who simply desire their own freedom, just the same as you. and from the seat of court commander, my reach is greater, my influence stronger. i have more power to make change. i can still serve the night court and every fae of prythian in this way, if you are open to the possibilities. ❞

a grave nod is his answer to kalore’s acknowledgement — enough is enough, but not all courts will see the new king’s rule as a place to demand change, but a vital organ in which to slip a dagger and bleed the court dry. an ambitious court taking control of the realm would end in tyranny which vyros cannot abide. ❝ i do not wish to see any harm come to the boy, but it is time we challenge this reign. it has been too long since the royal court was a true advocate for all those it assumes under its power. ❞ his fingers wrench around the hilt of kingkiller, and he looks through his brows at the shifting darkness around them, scanning for any who might come to feast on this intrigue and scuttle back to a spymaster with the entrails.

❝ i may be an idealist, but i am not naive. history has shown us time and time again what a lust for power and a throne can do to cripple a realm into stagnation — or to bleed it dry. all we need is a majority, and we could see it done — there would need to be peace treaties drawn up, binding treaties with hellish consequences for those that breach them. ❞ silver brows are knit as his mind reels with thoughts others might deem treasonous; how long he’s thought them, how long they’ve festered without another sound mind with which to share them. he sighs and lets the thought go, knowing he’s getting ahead of himself — ❝ i have asked my emissary to call the court commanders together to confer on the events that have been unfolding since our arrival in the capital. i don’t expect many to show, but it’s a chance to get a read on those that do. i hope you’ll attend. solidarity is needed, now. ❞

"you  know  quite  well  what  path  my  past  led  me  towards.  you  cannot  blame  my  hesitance  when  you  ran  off  to  serve  another  court.  it  hardly  inspires  faith  when  you  ally  yourself  with  another,  for  all  I  know  you  can  easily  feign  your  loyalty  -  temporary  or  not  for  the  sake  of  your  own  court."  did  kalore  believe  not?  note  entirely.  between  the  two,  vyros  possessed  a  certain  loyalty  that  not  even  he  himself  harbored.  it  would  be  entirely  easy  to  say  he  did  not  dwell  on  the  past,  but  all  of  his  ambitions  and  his  very  life  was  shaped  by  his  past.  as  much  as  he  wished  it  did  not,  it  would  hold  a  strong  driving  force  over  the  commander  of  the  night  court  for  the  rest  of  his  existence.  the  difference  was  he  carefully  picked  and  chose  what  he  wished  to  look  behind  on.  in  the  case  of  this  winter  commander,  the  answer  was  never  quite  clear,  more  so  now.  that  in  all  this  turmoil  and  uncertainty  that  follow,  kalore  knew  only  one  man  who  thought  as  he  did.  one  might  think  their  minds  were  of  one,  still  were  perhaps,  despite  the  decades  of  differences  and  distance  between  them.  there  was  a  familiar  look  of  bloodlust  in  the  other's  honey  gaze,  one  that  the  commander  knew  all  too  well.  it  had  been  a  risky  move  to  share  his  ambitions  with  the  illyrian  decades  ago,  but  kalore  could  hardly  resist  when  another  understood  something  so  pivotal,  and  feared  very  little  like  the  daemati.  "the  one  thing  i  would  never  mistake  you  for,  vyros,  is  a  fool.  you  are  many  things,  irrational  some  days,  but  certainly  not  a  fool."

he  was  not  certain  the  other's  concern  for  all  the  courts  prythian  or  the  winter  court  he  currently  served.  kalore  had  little  care  that  it  had  been  a  seasonal  one,  and  in  truth,  he  wanted  no  conflict  with  any  of  the  solar  courts  or  the  seasons.  what  he  wished,  as  always  was  the  night  court  to  be  independent.  he  already  had  a  devil  of  a  time  bowing  to  his  own  high  lord  who  was  entirely  unfit  to  rule  the  night  court,  but  at  the  very  least  he  had  his  high  lord  in  the  palm  of  his  hands,  a  man  who  listened  to  his  commander  without  question.  "careful,  do  not  imply  that  i  have  no  care  for  my  people.  every  move  i  have  made  in  my  position,  has  been  for  my  night  fae  and  that  included  you,  once."  the  rational  side  of  kalore  knew  very  well,  the  man  was  not  plotting  anything  other  than  to  free  their  people.  despite  their  history  and  their  fallout,  even  now  the  two  were  capable  of  much,  hardly  another  stood  a  chance  if  they  were  to  team  up  and  do  what  is  needed  to  be  done.  kalore  had  to  consider  other  factors  outside  of  them,  mainly  what  this  thing  could  do  if  they  made  a  sudden  move.  for  all  the  wit  they  possess,  if  their  high  rulers  did  not  possess  the  powers  to  right  this  force,  their  actions  could  worsen  things  for  all  of  them.  he  had  little  care  what  became  of  the  royals,  at  this  rate  would  they  even  survive  without  the  courts  protecting  them,  but  that  led  him  down  a  more  intriguing  thought  -  one  that  the  winter  commander  was  sharing.  "as  much  as  i  despise  agree  with  this,  we  have  stood  back  and  allowed  far  too  much,  at  the  hands  of  the  royals.  the  mother  and  the  boy  are  harmless,  but  we  may  be  able  to  use  it  to  our  advantage.  without  the  king  they  are  vulnerable,  relying  on  us  to  protect  them."  he  had  little  care  for  the  royal  family,  but  the  rest  citizens  of  gaea  did  not  deserve  what  was  befalling  on  them  because  of  their  carelessness.

"no."  it  was  all  he  offered,  and  while  vyros  serving  the  winter  court  certainly  had  left  a  bitter  taste  in  his  mouth  decades  before,  now  he  was  indifferent.  "i  would  sooner  die  than  watch  prythian  fall,  nor  do  i  wish  to  send  any  of  the  faes  of  prythian  in  the  crossfire,  or  into  a  battle  with  one  another.  perhaps  you  may  be  naive  believing  that  every  high  ruler  will  unite  for  the  good  of  prythian  against  the  royals.  you  can  speak  of  your  high  ruler,  as  i  can  of  my  own,  but  even  i  cannot  imagine  what  the  ambitions  of  the  others  are."  he  met  the  other's  gaze,  "you  are  a  perceptive  man,  then  surely  you've  noticed  the  high  rulers  of  spring  and  summer  -  you  can  smell  the  ambition  off  them,  and  i  would  not  underestimate  day  and  dawn  high  rulers  either.  they  seem  unassuming  but  I  find  the  quietest  of  the  bunch  are  the  deadliest."  his  arms  cross  over  his  chest  as  he  shifts,  "believe  it  or  not,  that  thought  has  crossed  my  mind,  that  if  i  could  have  timur  convince  the  others  to  unite,  demolish  the  throne  entirely,  we  would  have  a  fighting  chance  against  this  thing."

[bookwormrants]

merry christmas, please don't call by bleachers is so perfect for batfam like here is part of the lyrics: Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind You were mine, but you were awful every time So don't tell them what you told me Don't hold me like you know me I would rather burn forever

But you should know that I died slow Running through the halls of your haunted home And the toughest part is that we both know What to happened to you Why you're out on your own Merry Christmas, please don't call

You really left me on the line, kid Holding all your baggage You know I'm not your father Who says welcome to your uptight While it flickers like a street light He flickers through your damage

Oh, golden boy, you shined a light on our home And at your best you were magic we were sold But don't tell 'em what you told me Don't even tell 'em that you know me I would rather burn forever just so much. some of these i can imagine jason thinking about dick; his response; realizing that someone isn't perfect. the loss of trust in peoplesa;ldkfja;lsdkf j

[volkarnage]

currently crying laughing at how inanimate objects keep fucking these guys up in every campaign ;lsdkf

[drunkenlionwrites]

been reading a silly little smutty webtoon and why does the male antagonist gives me strong Knives vibes? dsaf;ldk;fskf;lsdkf;kewok His parents are also literal angels tho...

[raviposting]

Ghosts and Succession

Yayy thank you bb <3

Ghosts:

Favourite character: JAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. My other favorites are Thor and Sas though <3

Funniest character: This is really hard, a lot of them are really funny but for different reasons/in different ways! I think I'm gonna go with Hetty? Her delivery is just always on point and I think a lot of my laughing-out-loud moments have come from her.

Best-looking character: BIG tossup for me between Jay, Thor, and Sas lol

3 favourite ships: Sam/Jay <3 <3 <3 After that I'm fairly neutral, though I've warmed up to Thor/Flower.

Least favourite character: UHHHH let's say Ari

Least favourite ship: I'm again, neutral on fairly every other ship. I guess the one I'm least open to would be like. Does anyone ship Thor/Hetty? If they do then that one a;lsdkf;aljsfasjf

Reason why I watch it: It makes me happy <3 I love this little family and this is a good fun 20-25 minutes of dopamine

Why I started watching it: I think it was just because I knew Utkarsh and Rose were in this show as the mains LMAO

Succession:

Favourite character: Kendall but like, in the case of the people who I want to see happy, Jess & Stewy a;sldkjaslkfj

Funniest character: This is actually REALLY hard because there's a lot of humor in this. I think Connor always consistently makes me howl though.

Best-looking character: My god Stewy

3 favourite ships: Kenstewy, Conwilla (my toxic trait is that I DO hope these crazy kids will make it) and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Rava/beating Ken to death with a hammer (genuinely not sure? I would have said Tomgreg but I'm not a Tomshiv cringefail marriage appreciator so asdjfkl)

Least favourite character: Logan :)

Least favourite ship: God it's so hard there's so many asdfjkl ships. Let's say RomanGerri in terms of what's kind-of-canon in the show

Reason why I watch it: There's like. Something really interesting in seeing this tragedy and the cycle of abuse repeat itself and seeing these horrible people who are just garbage but seeing things that make you empathize and even relate to them. Like seeing people with your specific traumas and seeing them be the worst possible versions of themselves and not having to worry about them having a happy ending or not is like. Weirdly very cathartic I think?

Why I started watching it: I thought it was a business sitcom where Kendall was the gay son who recently came out lmao

Send me a TV series!

[revasserium]

was in the middle of reading ur latest daichi work and you describes reader as having twin tails. curious, but who do you picture when writing reader? do you picture yourself or a blob or someone with more distinct features but still mostly faceless, etc?? :O

so actually it's quite interesting bc i don't imagine myself or any particular person as "reader", so that's why usually the descriptions of 'reader' are left quite ambiguous.

but! sometimes when i write a fic, i'll kind of see the scene in my head and like a physical aspect/feature would come to me, not because of aesthetics or anything, but bc the story needs it to be there. lsdkf it sounds weird but lemme see if i can explain it properly...

so. usually when i'm writing a thing, i see it playing out in my head like scenes from a tv show/movie. and for this when i was writing i knew that daichi would fixate on reader's pigtails, and that its one of the things he'd notice as a time-marker. it also kind of works to show their closeness -- the fact that he can like reach out and touch her hair without thinking about it, that kind of thing.

and also, i immediately knew i wanted reader to be the kind of person to wear her hair in twin braids, pinned up -- i knew that she'd be the kind of person who would eventually know how to braid her own hair, and in my mind, daichi had probably watched her do it during class, sitting a couple rows behind her, just like absently sort of noticing.

so in this case, the hair/pigtails/braids/specific hairstyle is used as a motif rather than a cosmetic indicator, and that's how i like to function when it comes to describing appearances for any of my characters -- what does this physical thing say about them? why is it being noticed? why should we pay attention to it? how does that change over time?

but tl;dr to answer ur initial question, i don't actually ever have any specific "character" in mind :) it's not myself or a blob... but i do think that i naturally base some things off myself just bc i write from experience so u__u yeah! i hope that helps!

[fruitanddarkness]

Home.. home..? Home.. it was not here... her family was not here..! What home demanded that respect be structured like a monarchy..?! And how DARE he lie to her..!! Hit her head? Utter nonsense!! The Upper Moon bashed her head into a wall of ice, and forced her to come her against her will by taking away her will to fight..!!

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

Tears would not stop gathering in the corners of the Hashira's eyes. Try as gentle hands might to wipe them away, they came spilling forth. Stronger and larger, they stung her eyes as the essence of bitter regret and burning anger could only escape in such a way. She had never been so angry in her entire life...! Kanae felt utter despair grow in the pits of her stomach. Her entire body felt cold underneath the futon. She forced herself to silence the desire to scream; to cry out in white-hot fury as her emotions were forcing her to physically restrain herself by gripping the padding of her futon beneath the cover. The fair skin on her knuckles was turning a ghostly pale and freshly manicured nails threatened to tear a hole into the fabric... and the physical exertion of even that act was enough to cause her head to feel utterly out of balance due to her head injury.

More than that. With the pit in her stomach still making itself very present, the woman even began to feel nauseous. Being in this state.. it was shameful, disgraceful...! She shut her eyes, forcing what bitter moisture that had gathered in her eyes to run down her cheek as she turned to her side. Kanae didn't want to be seen.. not by anyone, especially Doma..!! Doma-sama or Lord Founder, she wouldn't use his name at all then.

The woman only prayed that Yana, or any other crow, would have overseen everything..! Saw where she had been taken, and at least... at the very least.. tell the others to stay far away from here. Stay away from the house of the devil. Perhaps.. even hide away if it meant they would never encounter such wicked creatures who truly lived with the intent to take everything and leave nothing... was there a point to fighting any longer..?

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

'Don't you think it's strange how flowers are able to grow in between the cracks of those stone walls? Kanae.. sometimes life will put you in situations where you are unable to change anything at that time. But that doesn't mean you should lose hope. So long as life persists, there is a chance for it to thrive. They coexist quite closely, death may be a certainty with life, but you cannot have life without hope. If you or your sister ever find yourselves truly struggling, and there seems to be no way out.. try to remember, that staying alive even another day might be the day you see your chance to break free of whatever hold you're in.'

'...Father?' Such words resonated as Kanae threatened to fall into the depths of despair... to think they had been spoken over such a trivial matter. A little jealous spat in her childhood between Shinobu and her... that day seemed so long ago. As a small child, that was the most horrible day of her young life.. why then did her father choose to speak such wisdom to a child who could not yet comprehend the depth and sincerity of those words...? Everything.. no... Not everything had been taken. Shinobu, Kanao, Sumi, Naho, Kiyo... they were all still alive. Safe back home, even if their eldest sister never made it back with the pancakes she promised. They were safe from him. So long as they stayed away, they were safe. That.. that was her family. The thought of them did wonders to allow the Flower Pillar to remember her breathing. Calm herself enough to hold tears back and quiet her words to something more civil sounding to another's ears... including masking her anguish with a face far more palatable to the monster before her.

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"You caught me... although, I don't remember this condition being a part of the game."

Kanae glanced about the grand room.. even in her previous life, there was no such grandeur as this present..! She could see a large dresser on one side of the room. Elegant and rather pricey trinkets and decorative pieces that, while simple, carried a beauty known only to those with money to their name. The room seemed to have far more in it than just that.. but, until the spoiled prince decided to move she would be unable to see it. Goodness, all of this would have been far more impressive if the Flower Pillar had come here willingly. From the sensations on her skin, she knew this wasn't her uniform.. and whatever items she had normally stowed away, even the harmless ones, were gone. She was tended to. Her clothing, her weapons, and from the feeling of her skin and hair she was even bathed... but by who? Beside her bed were a few basic amenities on a small round tray. A glass of tea, a paper sachet that likely contained medicine based on the size and how it was folded, and a small folded cloth to be used when the cold one on her head was beginning to get warm. Left by the doctor who had treated her; the medicine was to reduce nausea and pain for when her food was ready. She needed to eat if she was going to recover. Now that she had regained enough internal ground to think and sense her environment again, Kanae took notice at how dry her throat was. She attempted to shift onto her side to help reach that cup easier, but even that caused her head to throb and spin with such intensity that she felt what little contents of her stomach were at risk of coming out. She quickly covered her mouth, slumping onto the padding of her bed and tried to remember to breathe so she wouldn't get sick and force some poor person to have to clean up after her.

Unbeknownst to Kanae, her presence here had drawn quite a lot of attention. More than any other had in many years. Whether it was drawing a curious glance, asking questions to others or to the Founder himself, inquiring about her origins, or even asking if there was anything she needed or desired for her recovery.. nearly every face was enamored with the Celestial Maiden that had graced Paradise Faith with her presence this night. She would find that out soon, the lengths others were willing to go to because of a simple word from the false prophet. But would this enamored curiosity keep her safe..?

REPENT AND BE BAPTIZED, EVERY ONE OF YOU, IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD AND MASTER KIBUTSUJI MUZAN FOR THE FORGIVENESS OF YOUR SINS. AND YOU WILL RECEIVE THE GIFT OF SALVATION, YOU WILL BE GRANTED ENTRY INTO PARADISE.

This did indeed, run on a little bit longer than it was meant to. A nice little stroll under the moonlight, to see if he could find anyone that was worth, offering his hand out towards and guiding them to enlightenment, to show them the glory of his master and aid them to better themselves, change there wicked and cruel ways and ensure, even someone so unwashed, filthy and sinful, could be made pure enough to gain entry into paradise.

“Ah, good evening everyone, good evening, I am sorry to have kept you all up so late.”

As he casually and playfully waved at the devoted members awaiting his return.

“I have missed you all, so terribly, but your prayers were heard and guided me back home to be with you all again.”

As he adjusted the women within his arms and just smiled happily at the wonderful prize he had found.

“Alas, she is not, she is hurt really badly, we must act quickly to help her, prepare everything that is needed please, she will be scared, after what she had been through, but I feel everything will soon turn around and we can all help her get through this.”

He handed her over to the outreaching arms and hands to him and watched her being taken as he walked with them all, following them inside the temple as he told them the sorrowful tale of what had happened. Another cautionary tale, about how cruel and horrid the land was, what evil is happening every single night, that cruel men and women, would attack her village, steal all they could carry, allow sin to guide them, greed for wealth to fuel them, to slaughter everyone after taking there worldly items and only Kanae was left, the brave little thing had tried to be brave, tried to fight, tried to escape, what awful things they would have done, if he did not arrive in time to take her away from such an awful place, alas, there was no one else, and with such a wound and damage to her, he had to bring her to the temple as quickly as he could.

He gifted her to the chosen maidens of the temple, those young women, with beauty that could not be forged into words, or placed upon paper to describe there elegance, as if god himself had sent them to the temple and remind people, that this place, was holy, it far exceeded all other places in the land, for they had the most wonderful gift of them all, there god was real. And he rewarded those, who served loyally to them, who prayed, who did all that was asked of them and more, and those who were truly special, got to take part in the ceremony, to gain there entry to paradise and trust there tasks upon others, in the hopes they could follow them soon enough if they worked just as hard.

This was placed into the hands of the maidens, and not his own, he would not interfere nor even be anywhere near them, to grant them privacy, safety as well. Nothing horrid nor bad, ever happened here. No crimes, no evil and wicked acts that happened elsewhere, when there was such beauty all around, such temptation, such evil and cruel thoughts running wild, the mistakes of the past, had been learned, with his fathers cruel acts when he was lord founder of the temple, he would never place a women, in any harms way, ever, he was far too kind for such a thing.

He awaited within the next room with others, speaking to them, playing off on their words and concern about Kanae, especially when the weaponry was brought into the room and laid out upon the table for him, and more, just kept coming and being placed down. “The poor little thing, such graceful and delicate hands, were meant to tend to others, to heal, to nurture, not to use such horrid things.” As he picked a blade up, between his fingers, to pretend as if he had no idea what on earth it was as he rocked it back and forth. “Alas, no weapons are aloud in a house of god, please place this away safely.” He got a good little look, at everything that was laid out before him, oh Kanae. She truly did stand within a realm all on her own, for her talent and skill, he would have enjoyed fighting her, but he enjoyed this, even more. As the weapons were wrapped upon carefully, they were still after all, personal items of Kanae. They would not be destroyed, just safely locked away within the temple to deny any usage out of them. 

For the entire time of her bathing and cleaning, he made sure to slip in the words needed, that he wished for no expense, that she was to be treated with care and consideration and with the others who had greeted them, he interacted with a large flock of them around him. Asking him a hundred different questions of who she was, where she came from, would she be staying with them, and all of them were answered, with a little warning, that just like with some others who have fled their past lives and sought this place out. She might be a little bit scared, a little bit standoffish, a little bit hostile, but if they all worked together, they could place warmth back into her and chip away at any hostile actions that would not be misunderstood, she had been through a horrid event, a little bit of work, effort and love from them all, would make her see, this place.

Only wished to help her.

For the next part he did enter the room and he did oversee everything, flicking his fan open to hide the lower half of his face and deny his followers the chance to see the wide smile that was on his face that he had to hide from them. The removal of the slayer items, weaponry, everything that had sent her on a path that would have brought her to death, had been replaced. With elegance, beauty, perfection. It was as he suspected, when he first laid eyes on her, first heard her speak, first saw her movements and how she carried herself, she was of noble birth. Of a higher class than literally all others here, and she needed to be treated as such. A few words, and permissions granted to take from his collection of flowers and use that to style her hair, the removal of the hairpin was important, he wished for her, to have nothing that linked back to what she was, not did he wish for her, to have any weapons, she could use to harm herself, the followers, or even him.

He began to pace around the room, just watching them, circling around the outside and keeping far away from the numerous hands working on her, to check her body, clean her wounds, offer her wrappings and comfort as well, to ensure a healthy recovery and as suspected, there was no true lingering damage, no imperfections, nothing that would be unsightly to his eyes, she was perfect as can be as the moment he laid eyes on her, he lowered his fan down from his face and just stared at her, quickly dismissing everyone from the room, informing them to return shortly as he suspected she would awaken with all the movements and all she had been put through, that he wished for her to have a meal fit for one of her station, no rations, no mere supplies to keep her going from mission to mission, he was truly going to spoil her rotten.

“Doma-sama ..”

As he corrected her, if she was going to be one of them, she needed to address him correctly. “Or lord founder, whichever you prefer.” As he remained at her side, leaning right over her and letting long strands of blonde hair drop down and tickle the side of her face for the moment as he pulled back and just sat there on his knees and rested at her side. The grandest bed room, all for her, no sharing with the others, she truly deserves special treatment.

“Hey, no tears now.” A gentle touch, as he ran his finger, under her eyes, to capture those tears and deny them the chance to spill down over her cheeks, he would not have this be a sorrowful moment, this was her first awakening within the house of god, it was meant to be a joyful moment, one she could never forget.

“You’re .. home Kanae.”