#momoka poetry

[flugsvamp88]

how to exist

(29/4/24)

kiss me on the mouth love loud like a sailor show the world you care hold on no matter how far apart when you get a taste when you get to know me tell me my flavour show me myself in your light i don’t believe in god i have no trust in love but i believe you’re my saviour i know you will teach me how

c.m

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[tamamatango]

Unplanned character analysis I should’ve saved for 6/23 but I need instant gratification whenever I have a thought or I explode

Sup nerds, thanks for reading my master’s thesis completely overanalyzing what literal scraps we have in relation to the new anime. Unfortunately no updates yet on that front but I’m starting to go a little Cuckoo For Cocoa Puffs in anticipation so fingers crossed they drop something soonish. I have a couple of longer form posts in my back pocket that may or may not happen in a nearish timeframe, we’ll see what I get around to.

I was going to not do any more posts until one of those materializes but I’m detouring from that for a bit because I had an epiphany about Saburo now that I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this series again. Those if you who know me and/or were around for when I was most active here know he is my favorite character behind Kururu and that’s still true. So here’s like. A reading of him that I think completely changes the way you will look at this character. If you don’t see him like this already.

Saburo(/Mutsumi since this goes equally for the manga side) is not actually cool. Like this kid is totally cringe and a weirdo right. Literally thinks of the most unnecessarily extra solutions to things, wardrobe that gets increasingly bizarre over time, writes poetry that is usually either obnoxiously cheesy or just doesn’t make any sense. Spends his free time doing stuff like talking to cats and collecting shitty kids’ meal toys. His drawings aren’t even that good most of the time. Unironically Momoka has more swag than Saburo does (granted Momoka has more swag than most characters but that’s besides the point). Yes he is a super genius and athletically gifted and conventionally attractive to other people his age, and (for manga Mutsumi only) it’s later implied he was modified by the N326 in some way. But here’s the thing—a lot of his peers either think he’s a smarmy ass show-off little shit (manga) or just completely inaccessible to the average person so why bother (anime).

The reason why he’s such a celebrity is because the only people who think he is really cool are children and preteen girls (and secretly Giroro but the whole reason that’s a funny joke is because Saburo is totally not appealing to adults at all let alone hardened super serious soldiers). But this is a very profitable and exploitable audience so he is really successful. He is the equivalent of a Disney Channel teen star. He’s like what Justin Bieber was in 2010 or whenever. In the manga Mutsumi gladly eats up this attention, but the anime pretty heavily implies especially toward the (until this year tee hee) end of the series that Saburo kinda dislikes being under the celebrity microscope and having producers who want to milk their child star as much as possible; he just wants to create and entertain and express himself freely which is why he does everything anonymously.

I think the anime tried a little too hard to make him unironically cool and my guess is that this is for a couple reasons. One, he has Akira Ishida’s voice coming out of him which yes was obviously chosen primarily because lol Kaworu but also his voice is just inherently associated with “we want you to think this character is a mysterious ikemen” most of the time. Two, compared to the manga there’s a lot more fillery stuff revolving around Natsumi idolizing him and because so much of the show is from Natsumi’s perspective, that’s the perspective the viewers (who were also intended to be children then, though I think now that it’s a 20 year old series they’re going more for the nostalgic adult audience) get as well. Don’t get me wrong though the VERY few serious moments he had were fantastic, 229 best episode movie 3 best movie etc etc.

You could also argue Kururu thinks Saburo is “cool” but I think he respects him more in the way that he’s kinda like him but younger so they understand each other intrinsically and that makes Saburo more reliable in fulfilling Kururu’s specific needs than most other characters. Saburo’s a lot kinder ostensibly but unlike the rest of the cast, who recoils at Kururu’s mannerisms and psychological torment of everyone, Saburo usually just thinks it’s funny. Kururu is much of a freak as he is but is very particular about his image and actively micromanages almost every aspect of his personality to get people to see him a certain way and avoid showing too many of his vulnerabilities (it’s all but confirmed in the anime that his entire cadence and vocal tics are an elaborate act and his normal voice is totally different). We don’t see it much on screen but it seems he can kinda relax a bit around Saburo who himself is totally out there but in a more genuine and unabashed way, like even in the anime where the radio persona is a secret it’s not like he acts that much differently on the air than he does in his personal life. Besides maybe the early manga Kururu is not really a romantic and probably thinks Saburo’s sappy wappy poetry is cringe too, but he likes Saburo enough that he supports him being himself no matter what bullshit that entails (besides getting himself killed of course). Sorry had to shoehorn best partners talk for a bit longtime Kirb readers know how it is.

So there is actually a specific thing that made me decide let’s do a fucking character analysis for the first time in like 5 years or something, and that’s that I was browsing through raws of the one 4koma book I don’t physically own (shoutout to @kagender for those scans along with some other cool stuff like Keroro Land issues, storyboards and ref sheets!), and it was these strips:

This is a 4koma series in which Meru and Maru from Movie 2 hang around with the main cast for funny shenanigans. Not super relevant because these two strips don’t have them pictured but anyways. They’re having a beach day and Natsumi runs into Saburo who is there to “surf” but actually there are no real waves and he is just pretending. Because he’s copying the 1978 film Big Wednesday (it is Sunday in the comic). In other words teenager larps because he saw it in an old movie once. I know this is not really a pertinent example because the Keroro Land 4komas are all very silly and non-canon (a lot of the artists are actually former doujin artists) but look. This is peak, okay. This is my ideal Saburo outside of serious scenarios. I’ve seen the vision.

I swore I was gonna make this a short post but it’s not I guess. Can’t resist turning these into goddamn essays. So to wrap it up: Saburo is some dorky kid who thinks he’s way more of a hotshot than he really is and totally owns it with no shame. This is adorable. I will defend him with my life. I need Anikero The New to agree with me here. In like 85% of cases I prefer the anime’s takes on everything but Yoshizaki cooked with the ideas behind this guy so listen to word of god. Give us more Silly Saburo. The TikTok teenagers of today deserve this representation.

[valiart]

What I like most about their relationship is that Momoka seems like this too-cool girl with swag beyond swag and she sees a literal gremlin and is like "she's the hottest thing I've ever seen." Everything annoying and insane about Nina is beautiful and sweet. Her diatribes are poetry, her whining sensual. Every screech is a scream against injustice. Nina embodies that lost innocence that turned Momoka into who she is today, but in a total inversion of her story. Nina still dresses cute, wearing lemon dresses and overalls. She looks the part of the person that Momoka was. Falling in love with her is like loving herself again.

To Nina, Momoka is a savior first and foremost. She saved Nina's life, as far as Nina is concerned. But she sees that Momoka is more broken than she was. Even though Momoka hasn't tried to kill herself, she also doesn't think she's in the right. She's afraid to face her fears in a way that Nina isn't. She just wants to hide away and not face the choices she's made. Everything Nina does for her is to get her to believe in herself the way that Nina does.

Each is an inversion of the other, but not in the "opposites attract" way. They're cut from the same cloth.

In short, lesbians <3

攒了一波同人～

[beewolfwrites]

And When I am Formulated, Sprawling on a Pin - Chapter Twenty-Two: Until Human Voices Wake Us

I know how this chapter finishes, but before you worry, it’s not the last one :) 

As always, this is a Chishiya x OC/Reader fic, and if you’re new, feel free to read the full fic here on AO3. 

(If I can figure out how to do it, I'll probably create a master post at some point.)

Thank you for all the positivity with the previous chapter, you’re all so kind! I hope you love this one as much! 

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I saw a white flash and the blinding rage of Niragi’s eyes, before my body was ripped from the balcony. My back slammed against the stone pillar, and the force knocked the air from my lungs. For a split second, panic took over me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe. But then a familiar scent of laundry detergent and sweat overwhelmed my senses, and I knew I was breathing, even if I couldn’t feel the air.

I’m alive, I think.

Chishiya’s body was pushed against mine, his hands pressing my shoulders into the pillar as bullets tore past us. Through the thin fabric of his hoodie, I could feel the elevated thump of his heart, and his hair tickled my face with each quick breath.

Suddenly, the bullets stopped.

‘Chishiya?’

He stepped away, his eyes scanning over the both of us as he checked for any injuries. There was no blood on him that I could see, however a bullet had torn through his hood, shredding the fabric in two.

‘I need to go down there,’ I said. The flames were spreading thick and fast, and it was becoming harder to breathe. ‘I need to help them, or at the very least, apologise to Usagi and Arisu for what we did. And I need you not to stop me again.’

His eyes narrowed, but after a moment of hesitation, he said, ‘meet me by the river afterwards. And use your head, stay away from Niragi.’ Shoving his hands in his pockets, he began walking towards the hallway that would lead upstairs.

‘Where are you going?’

He half-turned, replying ‘there’s something I need.’

Then he disappeared, and no matter how much I despised him for the way he’d treated me, I couldn’t help but pray he would return unscathed.

The riverside, I thought, focus on the riverside.

Holding my sleeve over my mouth and nose, I ducked under flaming ceilings and sidestepped burning carpets like hopscotch. Then sprinting down the staircase, I reached the lobby just in time to witness Niragi pointing his gun at Arisu’s head.

No!

I ran, seeing nothing but the glistening burns of Niragi’s skin, and the finger resting on the trigger. But when the shot fired, it didn’t hit Arisu.

Aguni charged like an animal, even as the bullets burst through his skin. His body slammed into Niragi’s, carrying the both of them off into the flames and smoke. There were several gunshots… and then nothing. It all happened within seconds, but his sacrifice held everyone’s attention as we all looked at the space where they had both disappeared.

Thank you, Aguni.

‘THREE MINUTES REMAINING.’

There was no time to check if they were dead. Several survivors jumped into action as they lifted Momoka’s body, taking it through the entrance and out towards the patio. It turned out they didn’t need my help. But it was okay. There was still a loose end I had to tie.  

Usagi was sitting on the ground, inspecting Arisu’s injuries as he winced and insisted that he was okay. They both froze when they saw me approaching.

‘ごめんなさい,’ I said, sincerely. ‘苣屋の本当の予定が知らなかった.’ I’m so sorry. I didn’t know about Chishiya’s real plan.

Usagi looked unsure of whether to believe me, and truth be told, I didn’t expect her to, let alone forgive me. Arisu didn’t seem as hesitant though. He searched my expression as if he were solving a puzzle.

‘It’s okay,’ he said. ‘I’m guessing he tricked you too.’

I nodded, wishing I could go back and change things. After this, I would meet Chishiya by the river, hopefully to put this chapter to rest so I could move forwards and focus on surviving. But for now, I extended a hand.

Arisu gladly took it, and supporting his weight between us, Usagi and I helped him out of the building. I tried not to look back, I really did, but there was no trace of Chishiya in the flames.

Please don’t let the riverside be another lie.

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‘GAME CLEAR - CONGRATULATIONS!’

The singsong voice echoed through our phones as we all gathered to watch the fire of judgement consume Momoka’s body. Countless hands and legs extended out of the pile, blackened and stiff. Eventually, they would all char away into a single pool of ash. Nobody spoke, and yet somehow, the screams still rang out over the crackle of the embers. Our ‘utopia’ was burning to the ground, there were barely any survivors, and there was nothing left for us but a pyrrhic victory.  

One by one, the others began filing out of the patio to get away from the hotel before it collapsed. Following behind, I took one last look at the entrance.

There’s no sign of either of them…

I should’ve been mad. No, I was mad. But that wasn’t to say I’d stopped loving him, and the thought that he might not have made it out was too difficult to bear. The same went for Kuina. Even if she probably knew that Chishiya had been screwing with my mind this whole time, I still loved her like a sister, and that would never change.

And so, while the others headed for the bridge, I broke off from the group and changed course towards the river. Noticing my disappearance, Usagi and Tatta looked back.

‘Aren’t you coming?’ Usagi called.

I smiled and shook my head. ‘また後でね,’ I shouted. ‘See you later!’

It’s not a goodbye. I just have some things to sort out.

The two looked at each other, doubtful, then waved as they disappeared into the darkness. They would probably all form a camp together, so if things with Chishiya ended here, or if he never made it to the river, it wouldn’t be too difficult to find them.

Without the heat of the fire, the night was cool, and I shivered as I made my way down the pebble banks to the riverside. I sat near the water’s edge and watched from afar as the roof of the Beach collapsed in places, bringing my hope down with it. There was still no sign of Chishiya, but I couldn’t keep my eyes from the hotel.

There’s always a chance. He wouldn’t die that easily.

Even as the cold of the pebbles seeped into my skin, and the wind blew through the burnt holes in my hoodie, I waited and waited. Before long though, I sank my face into my knees and wrapped my arms around my head to stave off the cold. It did nothing to ease the hollowness growing inside me, nor the empty sound of the water lapping against the bank.

‘Crying again?’

My heart jumped, my head snapping up instinctively.

You’re here.

Chishiya ambled along the bank, coming to a stop a few feet away from where I was sitting. Aside from the grey tinge of soot on his white hoodie, he was unharmed. ‘You don’t have much faith in me,’ he said with a half-smile, and held up the Ten of Hearts card.

That was what this was all about. Everything he had done, it all led up to the last card. I got to my feet, unsure of how to feel now he was standing before me. Even though I was relieved, it didn’t change anything.

‘You’re right,’ I said. ‘I don’t have much faith in you. All you’ve done is lie to me.’

‘Hmm….’ He looked towards the Beach. ‘That’s not strictly true.’

He was referring to what he’d said on the rooftop, but even that was probably a lie. After I had chosen not to follow him and Kuina, he must’ve realised he’d lost one of his chess pieces.

‘Kuina,’ I said. ‘Is she....’

‘She’s fine.’

I released a breath, relaxing. ‘That’s good to hear.’ I was afraid of the answer, but I had to ask. I needed to know. ‘Did you tell her to become friends with me, for your plan?’

He carefully considered the question. ‘At the very beginning, when I asked her to take you some food, she offered to become your friend,’ he said. ‘But that was before she met you. She asked me to change the plan to keep you out of it.’

While I was relieved to hear that my friendship with Kuina wasn’t orchestrated by Chishiya, I still felt disappointed. ‘So that’s why you decided to switch from me to Arisu.’

‘Kuina had nothing to do with it. I changed my mind for my own reasons.’

I shook my head, quickly growing irritated. We kept going round and round in circles, and  he wasn’t registering anything I was saying. It no longer mattered whether he was telling the truth or lying, because there was no trust left to give. And even now, he just kept persisting with the same tactics.

‘I already told you back then,’ I said.  ‘I don’t know what’s real and what’s not, so I can’t believe in anything you say anymore.’

Chishiya nodded slowly. ‘You also mentioned proof.’

‘Only because you can’t prove it.’

He tilted his head. ‘Actually, you’re wrong.’ Fishing around in his pocket, he pulled something out and stared at it in his palm. In the darkness, it was impossible to see what it was.

‘What are you doing?’

With a sly smile, he replied, ‘I’m forcing the moment to its crisis.’

My thoughts stopped abruptly. That was… he couldn’t have researched it, could he? Memories of the pharmacy flashed through my mind, the oceanic blue light that saturated the room, him wrapping my arm in bandages, and me reciting lines of poetry.

He read the rest of the poem?

If he did, he must’ve realised what it was about. My eyes dropped to the item in his hands, right before he tossed it at me. Catching it, I found it was a small box. I had a feeling what it was, and my fingers shook as I opened it. Inside, propped up in the middle, was a silver ring set with a peridot stone.

The jewellery store...

Back then, I had told him about my real-world obsession with stones... all my childish dreams.

And peridot.

It was a stone brought to earth through a cosmic explosion, known by Ancient Egyptians as ‘gems of the sun’, and considered ‘evening emeralds’ by Romans because of their bright warmth, radiating even under candlelight.

‘I was in a game, when I saw it,’ he said, staring out across the river. ‘The Eight of Diamonds. At the time, I didn’t know why I took it.’

Tears dripped down my chin as I closed my eyes, embracing the pain and the relief and everything else I couldn’t even begin to describe in words. Chishiya didn’t approach me, let alone try to comfort me, but simply stood there by the edge of the water, waiting for me to stop crying like an idiot.

‘This isn’t fair.’ I hated the way my voice cracked.  ‘You can’t just do this after everything. You can’t just expect things to be okay now.’

‘I know.’

‘And you can’t just pretend like none of it ever happened.’

‘I know that too,’ he said.  

‘You…’ I stepped forwards, wrapping my arms around his body and clutching onto the back of his hoodie. ‘I… I hate you so much.’

At first, he tensed. Then I felt his hand on the top of my head. ‘No, you don’t.’

We remained like that for a minute or so, until a light rain pattered down around us, and it became clear Chishiya was growing uncomfortable. He had never been one for human contact. Moving back to give him his space, I slid the ring onto my finger. It was almost a miracle that he’d gotten a perfect fit.

Chishiya took one look, regarding it coolly. ‘Before you get the wrong idea,’ he said, ‘this isn’t a—’

‘I understand.’ I smiled, using my sleeve to wipe the tears and rain from my face. ‘I don’t care about any of that. Especially not while we’re still in this world. Just stay with me for a while. That’s all I want.’

When he didn’t respond, I suddenly became aware of the gentle weight knocking against my side. The copy of Wuthering Heights was still in my pocket. After all we’d been through, it had completely slipped my mind.

I tugged it free. The spine was bent, and the pages were curved from being crammed into such a small space, but it was intact, and I was glad I had rescued it before the hotel burned down. Using my hand to try and shield it from the rain, I flipped through the pages and held it open for Chishiya, who only looked at it with contempt.

‘Of all the things to save,’ he muttered.

I gestured to the mysterious quote, determined to get an answer this time. ‘I’ve been meaning to ask you about this for ages. You’ve underlined it but I can’t seem to translate it.’

He took the book from my hands and scrutinized the quotation. ‘“I’m tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it”.’ Once he finished translating, he closed the book and held it back out to me. ‘I didn’t underline that.’

Wait… but how?

‘You didn’t?’ I asked, confused. ‘Why was it highlighted then?’

‘It was used when I found it.’ He shrugged. ‘It probably belonged to a student at some point.’

‘Oh…’

I couldn’t help but feel let down at how the big reveal had been nothing more than a student’s annotation. But at the same time, the quote still meant something. It had been me all along.

‘Chishiya…’ I said quietly, ‘I don’t want to be afraid of things anymore.’ I glanced down at the ring on my finger. ‘I don’t want to be afraid of you either.’

I want to start a new page and write a new book.

When looked at me, he had that same unreadable expression. ‘Then don’t be.’

And then, soft as the rain on the river water, I kissed him. It was awkward and clumsy, and his whole body went rigid, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, his hand came to rest on the back of my head, neither moving nor resisting. Eventually, I pulled away, and the only sound was the silky surface of the water breaking against the pebbles.

‘Let’s go,’ he said. ‘Kuina is waiting for us.’

It was the beginning of a new chapter, but this time, there would be no secrets. We’d write it together.

‘Okay.’

[enderon]

So, I'm sort of doing a Keroro Gunsou reverse AU where the Keronians are all humans and the humans are all Keronians, with the main groups of each switching places. I posted designs earlier and here's some description about the characters and their roles.

Fyuki Hinata = Private Second Class Fyukiki: Known for being something of a screwup, he's only on the platoon because of his sister and Mokoko's influence. He's more of a pasifict and likes supernatural type stuff.

Sergeant Keroro = Kaeru Ridahoshi: 16 year old laze about who spends his time watching anime and building gundam instead of trying to make something of himself. Despute being rather lazy and selfish, he has this weird ability to makes friends and rally people together.

Momoka Nishizawa = Major Mokoko: Most people believe that she only has her rank and position because her father is a general when in reality she is very deserving of her position, being an amazing soldier. She has a special affection for Fyukiki and pulled some strings to get him in the same platoon as her.

Private Second Class Tamama = Otama Kuroberri: 12 year old cutie pie who loves sweets and cute things and just generally enjoying life as a little boy. But, he has a fast temper, is outrageously jealous, and is super strong.

Natsumi Hinata = Leuitenant Colonel Natsusu: The youngest Leuitenant Colonel in Keronian history, from the very beginning people knew she would end up as high as she did. She's an amazing strategist, leader, and is overall a great soldier. But, though she overshadows him immensely, she has a soft spot for her helpless younger brother.

Corporal Giroro = Enkei Juaka: 17 year old best friend of Kaeru, he's a militant wannabe who doesn't do that great in academics but excels in physical matters. Something of the muscle of their group he develops a rather intense crush on the Leuitenant Colonel. Wants to either be a soldier or a railyard worker as an adult.

Saburo/Mitsumi = Captain Mitmimi: A very quiet and mysterious Keronia, he sort of just appeared out of nowhere at a high rank one day. Has the uncanny ability to take out his opponents without them noticing as well as a knack for computers and poetry.

-Sergeant Major Kururu = Warai Uzumaku: 14 year old child genius who is already in university because of his insane intellect. He is both a great computer programmer as well as inventor and makes quiet a few things that are impressive even to the technologically advanced Keronians. While he's a child genius he's pretty unpopular due to his tricky nature and odd interests.

Koyuki = Corporal Koyuyu: A top tier assassin known best for her constantly bright and peppy attitude, despite the atrocities she is able to commit. She is Natsusu's best friend and confidant on the platoon.

Lance Corporal Dororo = Mei Pakku: 16 year old best friend of Kaeru and Enkei, he is very quiet, a pacifist, and enjoys revelling in the wonders and beauty of nature. He tends to get forgotten a lot, even when he purposefully tries to get people's attention.

(NOTE: Just as the frogs were aged down to match their roles, the kids were all aged up to adulthood to match theirs)

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TAGGED BY: @wolfram-von-friedhof​ Tagging: @chemiicalemotion​ ( aika or hideo!) / @shimotomaii​ (momoka? or nozu!) @downthechicagoriver (thomas?)

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━━ FULL NAME: Lars Ty Young!  ━━ GENDER & SEXUALITY:  Cis Male // Demisexual!  ━━ ETHNICITY & SPECIES:  Japanese/German/English! / Youkai! – Formally Human!  ━━ BIRTHPLACE & BIRTHDATE: Brooklyn, NY USA! //  October 20th! 

━ GUILTY PLEASURES: Good Steak, Video Games, Teasing his Sister, Parkour, Pulling Pranks! Making Puns. Shapeshifting. SKATEBOARDING. 

━ PHOBIAS:  n /a ! although, after remembering certain things don’t touch his neck.

━ WHAT THEY WOULD BE FAMOUS / INFAMOUS FOR: He’s notorious for always getting into trouble, even if he didn’t try to directly do something. 

━ WHAT HAVE THEY / WOULD THEY HAVE GOTTEN ARRESTED FOR: Trespassing, Breaking and Entering, Speeding, Fighting People. Accidentally stole a car, also accidentally vandalized a side of a building.

━ A CHARACTER YOU SHIP THEM WITH:  @redhuntinghood​  // Peter Piper; he’s someone who’s really special to him. 

━ CHARACTER MOST LIKELY TO MURDER THEM: Hiiro; that creepy ghost girl. 

━ FAVORITE BOOK GENRE:  Adventure/Fantasy! 

━ LEAST FAVORITE BOOK CLICHE: He doesn’t read often enough, but he does hate when random subplots are developed and they never complete themselves.

━ TALENTS AND / OR POWERS:  Due to being a youkai, Lars is able to shapeshift, pass through walls and levitate. He can also materialize into a transparent or tangible form.  He’s also able to conjure a blade and after coming to terms a certain someone he’ll be able to utilize electricity and fire. 

━ WHY SOMEONE MIGHT LOVE THEM:  He’s generally a good person, friendly, and tries to bring people together. He’s very happy go lucky and usually prioritizes others happiness above his own. He’s also a little bit of a dare devil and usually put into unfortunate situations (which end up being quite comical). He also tries his best, despite the challenges that he faces up against. Because he wanted to be a hero, he’s kinda incorporated that into his character. 

━ WHY SOMEONE MIGHT HATE THEM:  He’s idealistic, also may seem a little high maintenance for some because of his hyperactive nature. He can be fairly loud, not realizing the amount of how loud that is. He also may seem naive to some, and may be regarded as childish. A little reckless and brusque too.

━ HOW THEY CHANGE: Wow okay, it’s been a long time since I thought about the development of Lars’s character. Like, okay, originally he was mainly supposed to be more of a supportive character. He was always there for his friends, and would’ve been written off as the comic relief type of character because of the ridiculous amount of messes he got himself into. He always wants people to smile, so he sometimes does things at his own expense to make others laugh and to cheer them up.  I never imagined him to develop in the way he did – with his self conciousness . I didn’t expect to write such an elaborate story for him either, but here we are! 

━ WHY YOU LOVE THEM:  OHHH MY GOD I LOVE LARS SO MUCH? JUST. He’s been with me for so long and gone a lot with me too so I really appreciate his birth. Thank you for being born Lars, be happy, I’m sorry for all the angst I put you through. I’m really happy with his devlopment because he was originally so static, that it hurt and now he’s so multilayered I’m honestly so proud of him....! He wants to pull his weight and become a hero to others not as strong. He just wants to help everyone, and tries – despite all the challenges he’s pitted against. Ugrh. Love this boy.

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━━ FULL NAME: Inoue Hīro ( last, first)  ━━ GENDER & SEXUALITY:  Cis Male // Pansexual ━━ ETHNICITY & SPECIES:  Japanese / Youkai, formally human.  ━━ BIRTHPLACE & BIRTHDATE: Hokkaido, Japan | 

━ GUILTY PLEASURES:  Cherry Blossom Season, Drinking Shots of Sake,  making weapons, listening to his sister sing.

━ PHOBIAS:  Sharp blades make him jumpy, also anything pressed against his neck. 

━ WHAT THEY WOULD BE FAMOUS / INFAMOUS FOR: Infamously pitting himself against the samurai.

━ WHAT HAVE THEY / WOULD THEY HAVE GOTTEN ARRESTED FOR:  Breaking and entering, murder and pick pocketing. 

━ A CHARACTER YOU SHIP THEM WITH: n/a! 

━ CHARACTER MOST LIKELY TO MURDER THEM: the townsfolk; that other malicious spirit shaped like the little girl he spirited away. 

━ FAVORITE BOOK GENRE:  poetry! 

━ LEAST FAVORITE BOOK CLICHE:  When everything is a dream. 

━ TALENTS AND / OR POWERS:  After Hiiro turned youkai, he became a malicious spirit who would spirit people away. He mostly shapeshifted into a wolf, it was his go to transformation. Apparently wolves were regarded as holy things and could help lead travelers to good places. But he did the exact opposite. Tricked then ate them whole. 

━ WHY SOMEONE MIGHT LOVE THEM:  He’s kinda like a Robin Hood esque character, steal from the rich, give to the poor. He did what he thought was right, and valiantly tried to unravel some secrets that have been kept hush hush by the samurai and townsfolk.  

━ WHY SOMEONE MIGHT HATE THEM:  He’s set in the Old Fashioned ways, and he’s a grumpy older man. He also has a pessimistic view on life and isn’t very happy most of the time which can be draining to most people. He also has a bad habit at snapping and resorts to drinking alcohol to cope with his depression. 

━ HOW THEY CHANGE:  Honestly, Hiiro was supposed to be Lars’s past life, I had a lot of trouble of coming up something concrete for him. Especially when fitting it into the original premise that Lars and Hiiro were apart of. He’s changed so much over time, I was gonna originally have him as a thief killed for stealing but it’s changed a lot over time. There’s still a lot of backstory I gotta write for him but I like the direction of where he’s going and hopefully he can make an appearance here soon! 

━ WHY YOU LOVE THEM: A heroic older brother who wanted the best for his family, gets duped and grows vengeful after death. Hecks up and realizes his mistakes later on. I also, love that he’s like a grumpy old man and is gonna act as Lars’s conscious to not do stupid stuff later! 

[celxstialclanarchive]

Lady Komatsu nodded along, hearing what was being said under the neutral language. She may have heard a snicker or two, but to focus on that would be impolite. "I see. Thank you for your input."

Meanwhile, Momoka was keeping up with most of the boys, even surprising some by grabbing their practice wakizashi and using it on them when she was parried. Tetsuhiro and a few others in particular were impressed by this girl's resourcefulness.

When practice was over, Yuuki waved Momoka over to congratulate her on winning the hearts of several with her ferocity on the training grounds. "At this rate, samurai will be lining up at your family's estate just for the chance to recite poetry in your presence!"

Momoka, suspicious about her mother's lack of presence, went to Yuu, still holding her dinner. "Did my mother come here? I haven't seen her since we spoke this morning."

Lord Komatsu could only smile when his wife was looking elsewhere as she regaled what was said. "Dear wife, I am not one to say I told you so, but... I told you so. Now can we please start preparing for bed?"

Momoka sighed, looking out into the gardens. "Mifune, was it?" She sits up, and hands him several tree nuts. "The ducks get rather loud when there is no one to entertain them."

As a student of Lord Toshiro and his collection of fostered sons of nobility, Mifune was expected to stay for summers after returning from a visit home for spring. Summer court was the opportunity to enjoy was warm weather was available, and a chance for the noble families that resided mainly in the capital to enjoy the outdoors away from the swamps and mingle.

Summer court in short, was a prime educational example in socializing. But a 12 year old boy was hardly in a position to absorb everything at once.

Mifune did his best to be a prime student, but...it was so dull. He was yet to be introduced to everyone so whenever he was brought to a new table and new people, he was expected to sit quietly and listen. Yes, it was the custom, but Mifune could only nod along to structured conversation for so long! It took a pleading look at Toshiro to be permitted into the daimyo's garden, and even then, he was only being given a brief break before he was expected back inside.

He had been crouching over the walkway by the garden, admiring the hardy breed of ducks kept for summer. The sudden comment surprised him, but he only barely jumped before accepting the nuts. "O-oh! Ye...yes, indeed." The young lady seemed a little older than him, a few years, and poised and elegant looking in a noble robe. The ducks grew interested in the snack in Mifune's hand, and quacked impatiently as he hastily scattered them.

[momokas-blog1]

Character Aesthetic

BOLD what applies to your muse. Remember to REPOST. Feel free to add to the list.

Momoka Fujihara.

[ COLOR ] red. brown. orange.  yellow. green. blue. purple.  pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte.  royal blue.  strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream.  mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.neons

[ ELEMENTAL ] fire. ice. water.  air. earth. wind. moon. stars. sun. frost. lightning. dark. light.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs.  teeth. wings. tail. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine.  scars. scratches.  ears. wounds. burns.  spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat.  tears. feline.  chubby. curvy. short. tall. muscular. slender. trained.  piercings. tattoos. strong. weak.  shapeshifting. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. tails. wolfish.    

[ WEAPONRY ] fists.  sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison.guns. axes. throwing axes.  whips. knives. throwing knives.  pepper sprays.  tasers. machine guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces. staffs.  wands.  powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader.  flamethrower.  metal rod. shotguns. needles.  

[ MATERIAL ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds.  pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron.  rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain.  paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet.  denim. linen.  cotton. charcoal. clay.  stone. asphalt.  brick. marble.  dust. glitter. dirt.  mud. smoke.  ash.  shadow. carbonate.  rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies.  tulips.  holly.  lavender. lilies.  petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean.  river.  lake.meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest.  swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves.space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves.  black panther. eagles. owls.  falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles.  ducks. bugs.  spiders. birds.  whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cows. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows.  ravens. mice. lizards.  frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns.  pegasus.  dinosaurs. dragons. felines.  foxes. centaurs.  [ Quite literally all of them-- ]

[ FOOD/DRINK ]  sugar. salt. water. candy.  bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices.  herbs. apple. orange.  lemon. cherry. strawberry.  watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. burgers. burritos.  pizza.  cookies.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. piercing. watercolors. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing.  composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing.  acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology.  cameras.  video cameras.  video games. computer.  phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy.  cds. records. vinyls. cassettes.  piano. violin.  cello.  guitar. electronic guitar.  bass guitar.  harmonica.  synthesizers. harp. woodwinds.  brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. chess. poker chips.  chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing.  tree climbing. running. vivisection. building.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace.  bracelet. ring. pendant.  hat. crown. circlet.  helmet. scarf. neck tie.   brocade.  cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate.  gorget.  bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. bracers. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor.  eye contacts.  makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

[ MISC ] balloons.  bubbles.  cityscape. landscape.  light. dark. candles. lanterns. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary.  fairy lights.  madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants.  co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. embracing.

Tagged By: @vilipcnd I guess?

Tagging: @shiinome @otobaii @cinnabears @kibonomyujishan and anyone else who wants to try this!

[otobaii-blog]

Character Aesthetic

BOLD what applies to your muse. Remember to REPOST. Feel free to add to the list.

Oowada Mondo

[ COLOR ] red. brown. orange.  yellow. green. blue. purple.  pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte.  royal blue.  strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream.  mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.neons

[ ELEMENTAL ] fire. ice. water.  air. earth. wind. moon. stars. sun. frost. lightning. dark. light.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs.  teeth. wings. tail. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine.  scars. scratches.  ears. wounds. burns.  spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat.  tears. feline.  chubby. curvy. short. tall. muscular. slender. trained.  piercings. tattoos. strong. weak.  shapeshifting. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. tails. wolfish.    

[ WEAPONRY ] fists.  sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison.guns. axes. throwing axes.  whips. knives. throwing knives.  pepper sprays.  tasers. machine guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces. staffs.  wands.  powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader.  flamethrower.  metal rod. shotguns. needles.

[ MATERIAL ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds.  pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron.  rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain.  paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet.  denim. linen.  cotton. charcoal. clay.  stone. asphalt.  brick. marble.  dust. glitter. dirt.  mud. smoke.  ash.  shadow. carbonate.  rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies.  tulips.  holly.  lavender. lilies.  petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean.  river.  lake.meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest.  swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves.space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves.  black panther. eagles. owls.  falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles.  ducks. bugs.  spiders. birds.  whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cows. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows.  ravens. mice. lizards.  frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns.  pegasus.  dinosaurs. dragons. felines.  foxes. centaurs. tigers

[ FOOD/DRINK ]  sugar. salt. water. candy.  bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices.  herbs. apple. orange.  lemon. cherry. strawberry.  watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. burgers. burritos.  pizza.  cookies.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. piercing. watercolors. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing.  composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing.  acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology.  cameras.  video cameras.  video games. computer.  phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy.  cds. records. vinyls. cassettes.  piano. violin.  cello.  guitar. electronic guitar.  bass guitar.  harmonica.  synthesizers. harp. woodwinds.  brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. chess. poker chips.  chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing.  tree climbing. running. vivisection. building.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace.  bracelet. ring. pendant.  hat. crown. circlet.  helmet. scarf. neck tie.   brocade.  cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate.  gorget.  bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. bracers. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor.  eye contacts.  makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

[ MISC ] balloons.  bubbles.  cityscape. landscape.  light. dark. candles. lanterns. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary.  fairy lights.  madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants.  co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. embracing.

Tagged By: @momokas

Tagging: anyone who wants to just say i tagged ya

[flugsvamp88]

all the lonely nights in your life

(19/1/24)

and i think, maybe my blood is cursed my lineage is destined to lead to worry show me not to fear you now, make it worthwhile i wish for both arms to cradle you now windows open, wind howling through the gaps craving to be warm within your home and how solitude is so beautiful, and loving within yet loving is familiar and it needs to be known stars falling to the earth to know what life is like what it is to breathe and to walk and to cry to know what it is to reminisce and beg they are the only ones to know that we are made of stardust and beauty from the beyond, and beyond

c.m

♫

[flugsvamp88]

fog

(10/4/24)

make the river so the water pours make the garden so the earth sprouts make the desire so the fire burns make the wind so the air flows make the beginning so there can be an end make the human so their hearts can heal make the day so the night feels lonely make the death so there can be life make the gods so there can be envy make the weak so there can be pity make it all stop so i don’t feel so lonely

c.m

[flugsvamp88]

underneath the streetlights in the winter outside your house

(23/1/24)

with nothing to hold onto nothing that requires my devotion i am floating away from earth the peace erases any feeling and i will drift away in the snow

tangerine glow beneath sleeping villages learn my body and my poems know what it is that tethers my soul to this dreaming body, reaching too far

hearing the hymn of pearlescence forgiving the shadows of storms knowing i am never to return here travelling through the darkness impossible to track beyond the heavens

c.m

♫

[flugsvamp88]

eye contact

(3/4/24)

♡

wishing on eyelashes for this to be forever to lose the nausea of not knowing the future if flowers are meant to bloom, beautiful why are they destined to wilt and die only to grow and decay, the same pain again a kiss meant a kiss, so gentle, full of meaning candle wax only melts once, evaporated mountains turning to sand and washing out being twenty for just the year, just the one but reaching twenty-one and knowing love nothing special, but i can read it in your eyes between the lines of worry and wear i still see it, maybe it will fade over time or i can believe my wish came true and that this love will last a lifetime

c.m

[flugsvamp88]

ode to shorter nights (rewritten)

(28/6/24)

good evening three o’clock sunset soon to be living entirely in darkness as gorgeous as the night sky blooms i cannot count on the moon to hold me close fumbling knitwear and warmth of soul the journey in the night does not feel so lonely

c.m

[flugsvamp88]

desire

(22/4/24)

lie to whoever it is you crave attention from hope that your alteration of reality pleases them enough to stop that emptiness if lying next to me at night isn’t enough anymore don’t come crying to me looking for belief i am not your god and i will show your lies i won’t wait for you to want me, to crave me if there is no desire then i shall stop looking for your light

c.m

[flugsvamp88]

posture

(11/4/24)

rolls folded over hiding within my shell my skin is me in abundance damaged and scarred no longer warrantied void of refund or compensation feeling safer bundled within being a bigger person the moral high ground but it never meant to be larger than life and only when a spine is straightened do you understand what people see and when pounds of flesh add up you know people look differently upon you in hatred and disgust as if your volume in speech and body were too much for them to consume

c.m