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authorialarcanist · 3 years ago

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Gracidea Blossom

Pokémon Diamond, Pearl, & Platinum X Little Busters!

Summary: Riki Naoe doesn't ask much from life; ever since his parents died, he only wants to stay with the friends who pulled him out of depression: Masato, Kengo, Kyousuke, and Rin. Kyousuke, however, has other plans: there's a beautiful world out there, and he wants Riki to see it. And so Riki and Rin set out on their own Pokémon journey through the wonders of the Sinnoh region, both natural and man-made. They will face challenges and meet new friends, and see all the awesome things the world of Pokémon has to offer. After all, even when it comes with tears, isn't that what life is about?

This story is being written with the assumption that a reader may not be familiar with Little Busters canon.

Rating: T

Pairings: None

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- Next Chapter

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Prologue: Kyousuke's Back

The wind howls, flinging torrents of sand every which way. A narrow path cuts through pockmarked cliffs of dark rock, winding up and down the sandy canyon floor. If a flying observer thought the storm was bad above ground level, they would realize how wrong they were upon diving between the walls; where the gale above split this way and that, sometimes blowing a flurry upwards to hang a moment in the air, here the canyon forms a channel for a river of air and sand to cut through like so many minuscule blades. Even the small oases of Route 228, normally offering respite from the desert’s harshness, find their trees struggling as the sandstorm strips leaves from their branches.

Two figures trudge through the sand, pushing forward even as the wind fights to deny them. The first, towering over its companion, is a bipedal dinosaur covered in bulky purple spikes. Its tail drags through the sand, leaving a trail behind it for only moments before the sandstorm covers it up.

Behind the Nidoking, relying on its bulk for cover from the storm, is a human wrapped up so tightly that not an inch of skin is visible. A damp cloth is wrapped around his nose and mouth, and heavy goggles cover his eyes. He pokes a gloved hand experimentally out from his Pokémon’s wind shadow, and snatches it back from the sudden force. He mutters to himself, voice confident though muffled by the cloth.

“This is definitely no ordinary storm.” Although Route 228 is known for its sandstorms, normally trainers can prepare for the weather and gather here as a training spot. The current winds, however, brook no argument in their rejection of any human foolish enough to trespass. Of course, that’s why he’s here; to get to the bottom of whatever’s been rendering the area uninhabitable. In front of him, his Pokémon lumbers to a stop; when he peeks around its side, he sees that a rock slide has blocked off the path. “Louis, down.” The Nidoking obediently crouches, allowing its trainer to clamber up onto its back. He pulls himself up by its spiked ridges.

That’s one advantage of the sandstorm, he muses. He doesn’t have to be as careful of his Pokémon’s poisonous spines when he’s already wearing gloves.

“Rock Climb!” He shouts the command to be heard over the wind, and holds on tight as Louis grabs onto a boulder above and begins the process of hauling itself up the obstruction. Its weight shifts back and forth as it climbs, and its passenger winces as his body occasionally swings out to catch a burst of stinging sand. Finally, the wind seems to let up a little as the Pokémon pulls itself to the top of the cliff and lets its trainer off. The two look down at the northern half of the route, and find it utterly buried in sand dunes. The northern oasis has totally vanished under heaps of sand, and as their gazes turn further north they find the source - a massive twister spewing sand from a wide pit near the route’s northern gate. The gate building itself, of course, is utterly sanded in (sanded in? Sandlogged? The trainer makes a mental note to check); it’s been unusable since the storm began. He pauses for a moment, considering. No, he’d better stick to his guns. ‘Sanded in’, it is.

Trainer and Pokémon trek on, staying atop the cliff with Louis bearing the brunt of the storm. It, at least, seems to enjoy the sandblasting. Finally they reach the nearest location to the source, a point where the cliff juts out in a wide overlook. Even with his Pokémon’s protection, the trainer can feel the twister tearing at his clothes, straining to pick him up and fling him away. He grimaces. This next part isn’t going to be fun.

He runs out from his Pokémon’s shelter to duck behind a pair of large, pitted boulders. For a moment he’s exposed to the full brunt of the sandstorm, and the damp cloth is ripped from his face, forcing him to cover it with one arm. He coughs in the dry air, but still manages to splutter out a command.

“Louis! Use Avalanche!” The Nidoking roars in reply, and stomps one huge leg with tremendous strength. A wave of ice spews forth from its mouth, and the cliff face gives way under the force, sending tonnes of ice and rock tumbling down into the twister’s heart. The sand sputters and pauses for a moment, and the trainer chooses then to dive out from his hiding spot and leap on top of the avalanche, desperately fighting to keep his balance as he plunges to the ground. As he nears his destination the tumbling rocks grow even more treacherous, and when an impact seems about to jar him off he leaps away, coming to a rolling stop in the sand some feet from ground zero. He sways to his feet, wincing. That probably would have given Riki a heart attack if he was here.

Still, he grins. He needs to work on the landing, but that was cool. He snaps back to earth as a tremor runs through the pile of rock and ice where the avalanche has finally stopped. Louis was far too heavy to make the same trip without being injured, so he’s going to have to play this suboptimally. That’s fine. The rocky tomb bursts apart, and an angry Pokémon emerges with a roar. It’s a huge hippo, taller than he is, with a leathery gray hide. Sand pours from holes on its darker snout and back, although thankfully it doesn’t seem capable of starting the twister back up immediately after his Nidoking’s painful attack. The Hippowdon - he hasn’t needed his Pokédex to recognize native Sinnoh species in a long time - glares at him, one eye red and the other a faded, milky blue. After a moment’s standoff, it leaps at him.

“Irwin! I choose you!” He flings a pokéball without missing a beat, and with a flash of red the Hippowdon find its charge interrupted by a vicious slashing claw. It backs away and examines this new opponent with its good eye. The claw attaches to a thin arm, sporting a pair of small spikes and a deep blue vestigial flipper. Red scales stretch up the newcomer’s belly and to its jaw, on a sharklike head flanked with two organs like jet engines. The snout is painted with yellow scales in the shape of a star. The Garchomp crouches, flicking its tail out behind it, and goes on the offensive. It’s unable to take full advantage of its speed in these narrow conditions, but that doesn’t mean it can’t still pack a punch.

At its trainer’s shouted “Dragon Claw,” the land-shark launches itself at the Hippowdon, slashing out with wicked claws. The hippo lumbers back, shifting to take only glancing blows until it finds an opening to lunge and latch onto the land-shark with its massive teeth. Its maw flashes white for a moment, and Irwin roars in pain as ice blooms where the Hippowdon’s teeth connect. It thrashes back and forth, trying to throw its opponent off, but the hippo is too heavy to budge.

“Wh—shit! That’s not a move Hippowdon can learn in the wild!” The trainer swears. Garchomp are incredibly vulnerable to the cold, and his Pokémon could be in danger if he doesn’t do something quickly. “Use Substitute! Get out of there!” Irwin glows bright white, and a moment later it’s slipping away as the Hippowdon munches on a glowing decoy. Back in the ball it goes, and — the trainer swears again, diving out of the way as the hippo barrels towards him, the substitute finally bursting beneath its legs. The rampaging Pokémon tries to stop as its target escapes it, but one of its back legs shudders as it tries to dig in, and it slams into a rock wall with a bellow. The trainer scrambles back to his feet, another Pokéball already flying from his hand. “It’s up to you, Maeda! Use Mach Punch!” A large ape, brown with a white torso and yellow swirls adorning its body, shoots like a bullet at the Hippowdon and beans it in the snout just as it turns around. The ape cartwheels out of the way of its opponent’s retaliation, flames billowing from its head in interesting patterns as it flips backwards. With another bellow, the Hippowdon gives chase.

“You’ve been competitively trained, that’s for sure.” The trainer narrows his eyes behind his goggles, watching as his Infernape keeps its opponent busy. “Why would a trainer abandon a Pokémon they’ve put this much investment into? And if they were going to just dump you off somewhere, then why go through the effort to make sure it’s in your natural habitat? Unless…” He watches as the Hippowdon works itself up into more and more of a rage, until it finally rears up onto its hind legs, preparing to slam down and trigger an earthquake to bury these irritants in one fell swoop. “Maeda, now!” The Infernape catches the hippo’s forelegs as it begins its descent, straining to push against the force. The Hippowdon roars, trying to crush its foe, but even as it pushes the ape back, its bad leg falters and gives in. Maeda gives one final push, and the Hippowdon slams down on its side. Dazed and weakened, it still tries to push itself to its feet.

The trainer approaches slowly, hands in front of him. “Your trainer felt responsible for getting you hurt, didn’t they? They thought staying here would be better for you. You were just trying to cause a disturbance so that they’d come back.” The Hippowdon’s roar sounds less angry, now, and more sad. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not your trainer. But… You can come with me, if you want to.” The hippo raises its head, its one red eye meeting the trainer’s gaze. Finally, it slumps to the ground, no longer struggling.

“I understand. And… I’m sorry.” The trainer pulls an Ultra Ball from a pocket of his coat, and with a press of the button on front it expands to full size. He palms the sturdy metal sphere, and with perfect form sends it sailing at the Hippowdon’s center mass. In a flash of red, the Pokémon vanishes, and the Ultra Ball falls to the ground. It doesn’t shake.

The trainer walks over and picks it up. Next to it is a strange rock, smooth but for translucent brown crystals jutting out at angles. “Was she holding this?” He murmurs to himself, and pockets the stone. May as well show it to the Professor, in case it had anything to do with the strength of the Hippowdon’s sandstorm.

“Now, then…” He looks around.

The pit is covered in rubble and sand. Finding where his Pokémon’s balls had flown after releasing them is going to be a hassle.

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“…And that’s what happened.”

Sinnoh’s Resort Area could hardly be any more different from the harsh desert of Route 228. Nestled between lush forests on every side, the settlement is a study in blues and greens. Aside from a small Pokémon Center catering to trainers who came from the other Areas of the Battle Zone, the few buildings in the clearing gleam white in the sun, with rich vacationers lounging on lawn-chairs or swimming in pools beside them. Despite their luxury, all of these villas remain at one story in height; the only building to climb higher is the combination Ribbon Syndicate and Spa at the northern edge of town, a social hub for those staying in the area.

A young man lies on the cool grass next to a small pond. Around him are scattered several layers of protective clothing. The trainer finally pulls off his thick goggles and splashes some water on his face. Now that he’s no longer bundled up against the sandstorm, he’s wearing a black T-shirt with a light red dress shirt worn open over it. Auburn hair falls to the length of his nose, cut shorter just above each eye to keep it from blinding him. He straightens up and stretches before opening his eyes, refreshed. They’re a deep, intense red. This is Kyousuke Natsume, the Champion of the Sinnoh region’s Pokémon League.

“Route 228 is officially open for travel again, and I’ll be taking this Hippowdon with me. Who knows, maybe we’ll even find her trainer. How about you, Professor?”

His companion looks up from finishing a donut. “Hmm, yes. My research while waiting here was more than satisfactory.” This is an older man, sporting white hair and an impressive mustache. He’s wearing a brown coat over a blue vest. His face appears severe, but the effect is rather ruined when he licks frosting off of his fingers and smiles. “…And I must say, the amenities were quite fascinating as well!” This is Professor Rowan, the region’s foremost Pokémon Professor. “Anyhow, you really didn’t have to accompany me to Unova. Surely you’re eager to get back to your friends?”

Kyousuke nods. “I can’t say you’re wrong. Still, I did have business that was closer to Unova than Sinnoh.” He fingers a Pokéball on his belt, kept separate from those of his team and the recent acquisition. “And helping out on the way was the least I could do, with what I’m asking of you.”

“Nonsense, young man!” Rowan waves the comment off. “I’d never ask for compensation to help nurture another generation of Trainers. Getting to see youngsters set out and discover the world together with Pokémon would be reward enough, even if we weren’t talking about…” He trails off, shooting Kyousuke a sheepish look.

Kyousuke takes pity on him. “Of course. I shouldn’t have implied otherwise.”

“Err-hem. Speaking of which, here - now’s as good a time as any to hand them over.” Professor Rowan turns to the briefcase sitting on the grass beside him, and pulls out a slim black bag with something rectangular inside, along with two Pokéballs. Kyousuke takes them, inclining his head in thanks. “I must say, having your assistance was quite nice! If you’re ever looking for a job as a full-time lab assistant, my door is always open!”

“Well, I might be hunting for a job one day and have to take you up on that.” Kyousuke chuckles. “For now, though, Champion duties keep me more than busy enough.”

“Hah! Well, you can’t blame me for trying.” Rowan snaps his briefcase closed and takes one last wistful look at the large building overlooking the resort. “You know, the lady at the Syndicate said they’d be getting in Lava Cookies tomorrow. Ah well, I suppose time waits for no man…”

Kyousuke shakes his head. “I guess not. I wouldn’t want to miss our boat and have to Surf all the way.”

With some good-natured grumbling, the Professor picks up his briefcase, and the two set off.

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The sun is setting over Mt. Coronet by the time Kyousuke finally makes it to Hearthome City. Stepping out of the gate building and onto the city’s patterned brick paths, he marvels at how, no matter how long he’s been away, Hearthome always seems to welcome him back. From the widely spaced brick houses and apartment buildings, flanked by bushes growing from cutouts in the streat, to the parents out with strollers, waving casually not at the Champion but at the leader of those kids who were always making a racket, the city emits a palpable sense of warmth. Kyousuke is looking forward to seeing his friends, but he stops at a bench to rest his feet and watch twilight play over the city. Streamers of orange light seem to sink into the bricks around him, and paint the city’s fountains with their glow. Above the mountain to the west, the sky fades from blue to orange to a quiet pink. The breeze is pleasantly cool, and Kyousuke’s eyes slowly drift closed.

When he opens them again, dusk has well and truly fallen. In lieu of the sun, street-lights have illuminated themselves, casting the city in a strange liminal tone. He checks his Pokétch, and sees the clock app mark the time as 10 PM. With a yawn, Kyousuke pushes himself to his feet; his friends shouldn’t be sleeping just yet, and he does want to see them tonight.

“Oh, if it isn’t Kyousuke!” A woman stops him before he can begin his search; he remembers her babysitting him and his sister when they were younger. “I see you’re back from your trip.”

He nods. “I would have been here yesterday, but they needed my help at the Battle Zone.”

“Ah, of course. A champion’s duty calls, eh? I don’t suppose you checked in on Rin and the others before deciding to take a nap?”

“Hmph.” Kyousuke chuckles. “What can I say? Our fair city’s beauty couldn’t be ignored.”

“Sure, sure. If you’re looking, I think they’ve been in Amity Square all day.”

“Much obliged.” With a casual wave, Kyousuke sets off in the direction of the park. He could have guessed; any time she wasn’t otherwise occupied, Rin could be found playing with the cat Pokémon who lived there. Riki would go wherever his friends did, and Masato and Kengo liked to keep an eye on them when he wasn’t around, so more often than not they could be found in the park whenever he returned from a long trip. He slips past the Pokémon Contest Hall, ignoring the colorful lights and boisterous sounds that can be heard from the dome, and finally the city’s ubiquitous brick gives way to grass as he approaches Amity Square’s entranceway.

Although the design is somewhat reminiscent of Sinnoh’s gate buildings, the entranceway is much more open, with open-air windows that only get covered in cases of inclement weather, and a cheery sign depicting a Drifloon, a Psyduck, and a Torchic hanging over it. He passes through with a nod to the attendant, and steps out into the park. Despite the dark sky the park is still illuminated by a smattering of street lamps; Amity Square is first and foremost a place for children to play with tame Pokémon, so safety is their first concern. It’s a shame that you can’t see the stars from here, but it’s worth it for the smiles the park brings to children and adults alike.

Catching a glimpse of one of his friends, Kyousuke cuts across a bridge to the manmade island in the center of the large pond that occupies pride of place in the square. Sat on a raised outcropping of rock next to the Bonsly that follows him everywhere, Riki Naoe is quietly gazing at the water. Although he’s only a year younger than Kyousuke, Riki is still more a boy than a man, with a slight build clad in a simple blue coat. He has brown hair and greyish-brown eyes, set in a soft face. Right now, however, those eyes seem to be looking someplace far away.

Even now, years after they first met, Kyousuke still catches Riki making that expression from time to time. He wishes he could drive the clouds from his friend’s face for good. He clears his throat, and raises his hand in a lazy wave. “Yo, Riki.”

Riki looks around, and his face lights up like the sun upon seeing Kyousuke.

“Kyousuke! Your trip is over? Oh, wait, I need to go get the others!” He turns and runs deeper into the park. “Hey! Masato! Kengo! Rin! Come on, Kyousuke’s back!”

Kyousuke watches fondly as his friends gather. One more day, he decides. They’ll spend one more day in Hearthome, playing together like nothing has changed. But after that…

He toys absentmindedly with the Pokéball he picked up in Unova, and meets the eyes of two of his friends as they approach. Masato and Kengo nod back, the message received.

It’s time.

Soon, Riki and Rin’s own journey will have to begin.

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A brief note about spoilers: in this fic, some spoilers for Little Busters! will be inevitable. However, I'm going to leave a note at the start of any chapter where spoilers about a character's route pop up for the first time, so that people who haven't read the VN or watched the anime can still follow along and pause if they decide they want to see a character's original context before getting spoiled on anything. That said, even then I'm going to keep spoilers to backstory content only as best I can; I'm going to be leaving as much of the routes as possible to be the original work's domain and taking my own path with the characters, just as I'm hoping to do something original with Sinnoh rather than just retelling Pokémon Diamond and Pearl. Ultimately, my goal is for somebody who hasn't read Little Busters to be able to read this fic, and still go on to enjoy Little Busters afterwards and have things left to be surprised by.

#Little Busters!#pokemon #fanfiction #Natsume Kyousuke #Professor Rowan #Gracidea Blossom #Sinnoh

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ofdraiocht · 1 year ago

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"I...am never drinking again." Or not for a while at least. Or until the next time he went out with Kuroko.

His head was pounding and he was in a mood.

#[naoe: ic]#okay lessee what stuff i have to do #hes being cranky so lets see what other muses are awake

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jibuyo · 7 years ago

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If you’ve played Samurai Warriors Chronicles 3 or Empires 4, you know that there’re in battle encounters between the opposing characters (in Empires they sometimes include NPCs as well). Sometimes they just reflect the in game relationship, sometimes they’re just for fun, but sometimes they are based on history/historical anecdote (or a mix).

When you put Naoe Kanetsugu and Kobayakawa Takakage against each other, you get this (I don’t have an English screenshot, so have my weird translation):

Naoe: I’ve seen a person who has the talent to govern the land (=all under the heaven). It’s unfortunate that you have wisdom and aspiration, but you lack courage.

Takakage: You are also a talented person who could rule the land (=all under the heaven). It’s unfortunate that you have aspiration and are courageous, but wisdom...

This one is based on a historical anecdote (paraphrased):

One day Hideyoshi was musing:

“For governing the land aspiration, courage and wisdom are needed. There’s no daimyō, who would have a combination of these three, but there are three rear vassals (=vassals of Hideyoshi’s vassals), who have two of them.

The first one is Uesugi’s Naoe Kanetsugu, who has courage and aspiration, but lacks wisdom.

The second one is Mōri’s Kobayakawa Takakage, who has wisdom and aspiration, but lacks courage.

The third one is Ryūzōji’s Nabeshima Naoshige, who has wisdom and courage, but lacks aspiration.

(There is also a version with Hori Naomasa, instead of Nabeshima Naoshige)

It’s not wrong to say that I took over the land, because Takakage lacked the courage.”

It doesn’t mean that Naoe was an idiot and Takakage was a coward. The “wisdom” is more like... an ability to judge things correctly, the “courage” is more like an ambition (to rule the land) or facing dangerous situations.

#samurai warriors #Naoe Kanetsugu #kobayakawa takakage #toyotomi hideyoshi #don't ask be about nabeshima or hori #i'm not familiar with them

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deancasbigbang · 7 years ago

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Title: Pohjola Author: Naoe Artist: Pbj*fish Rating: Mature Pairings: Dean/Cas, minor Meg/Charlie, minor Meg/Charlie/Anna, mentioned Sam/Jess Warnings/Tags: graphic descriptions of violence, graphic description of death and corpses, slow burn, human!Dean, Creature!Cas, Finnish folklore, Santa village, sexual content, hunters aren't hidden, let's take on the gods, case fic Posting Date: November 22, 2017

Summary: Hunters of the supernatural are keepers of the peace, even if they run a bit under the radar. They keep the human-killing creatures under control, while wee creatures like pixies and ghosts are treated as household pests. Dean is hunting down whatever is killing off whole populations of prisons and small towns in Northern New Mexico, with his new pal, the mysterious–but hot–weirdo, Cas giving him a hand. His usual partner, Charlie, is working with the witch Meg to find the slippery source, which leaves it up to him and the obviously inhuman Cas to do the legwork. “Obviously,” because–although Cas doesn’t even ping his hunter radar–he knows too much, and to not even be on Dean’s radar at all...? That’s impossible. Meanwhile, people are dying, the road is long, and Baby is out of order. But maybe a road trip in an ugly camper truck, a curious case, and a working vacation in a Santa Village in the wilds of New Mexico with the blue-eyed mystery man is just what Dean needs?

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The trip down to the motel was nerve wracking as Cas’s old truck rattled and groaned its way down the mountain. The scruffy blue and white truck was easily thirty-years old, with a faded and tattered white-ish box camper in the truck bed, with its silver step, tacky white door and all. Dean hadn’t seen one of those in years. But despite the many questionable aspects of Cas’s truck, it paled in comparison to his first good look at his Baby. When they pulled into the motel parking lot, Dean started to curse. “Aw… NO! Fucking vampires! WHAT THE FUCK?” Before the truck even completely stopped (mostly because it was taking a moment to squeak to a full stop), Dean was (gingerly) hopping out. “AGH! Those MOTHERFUCKERS!” The Impala was in her parking space in front of his room’s door, but “DIE WINCHESTER” and “WE RULE! HUMANS DROOL!!” was spray-painted across the sides. A nice “NICE TO EAT YA SHITHEAD” was printed across the hood, a crude but effective middle finger also drawn to add flavor. Insult to injury, they had broken all the windows, punctured all the tires, and managed to tear out the steering wheel. “Fuck! I hope those dicks died slow and painfully,” Dean swore lowly, “I mean, what’s more chickenshit than fucking with a man’s automobile?! Don’t fuck with another man’s vehicle!” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cas frown and turn to rummage inside the camper as Dean circled the Impala nearly in tears. “It’s going to ruin the rims,” he bitched, running his hands through his hair. “And it might snow tonight! Aw man!” “Dean.” The warm deep voice took his attention off his Baby for a moment, as a package was shoved into his side. “Here. This should help protect it until it gets towed for service.” Dean looked at the gray tarp that Cas was handing him with grateful eyes. “Yeah, I’m gonna need all my damn tires replaced.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose with irritation. “Those bastards. This is gonna cost a fortune!” As he and Cas covered his Baby with the tarp, he started calculating the cost of new tires and wondering if he could find a garage nearby to borrow for a few hours. So pissed! “I wish I could go back in time and stab those lampreys myself,” he muttered bitterly as he eyed a new fat scratch and dent on one of the rims. Cas merely nodded and began walking back to his old junker, leaving Dean to stare at the Impala in grief. Dean was still cursing lowly when Cas honked the horn. “Are you coming?” Cas asked from the rolled-down window, the truck making a wicked growling sound. “Where to?” Dean wondered if Cas was honestly magical and could really read his thoughts. Then again, he mused, he didn’t even know what he was going to do next. Not without his Baby... “You said you needed to find your friend,” Cas said, eyes flashing brightly blue behind his glasses, “I’ll give you a ride.”

#deancas #destiel #dcbb 2017 #fic preview

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deathfavor · 2 years ago

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Anonymous said: 👀+ Kuroko, if Naotora and Naoe were to get married, would the Takeda lord need to seek out a blessing from yourself and Tatsuomi before it could happen?

send 👀 + a question for my muse to answer truthfully

Oh? Now she’s getting into the details between those two? What a turn. “ Strictly speaking, it’s not technically a necessity per se since I wouldn’t be officiating it. But traditionally and socially speaking, it would be a GOOD move on their part to have him seek a blessing. “ For formality and honors sake more than anything else. It was expected, not having that could cause some displeasure among others if word was out. Especially for it to be recognized; people would have their opinions no matter what.

“ Although I can’t say that they would need to worry about me in terms of getting my blessing. As long as Naoe is happy. “

Not to mention, the dynamics and worst-case plans for dire scenarios had already started forming when the relationship had started. Ones she hoped would never be used, and that their happiness would survive and thrive.

#Anonymous #she supports them #but also......she is a tactician #and the cold reality is it does change things #so she has plans in case #but really hopes to never have them be needed #they're for her and her alone to know #᛭ — [IC] a tiger's eye aids the dragons above [KUROKO USAMI]

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ask-thegoatbro · 7 years ago

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RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE MUN. Repost, not reblog! Tag muns you would like to get to know better when done! Name: Seth Nickname: Sethy Age: 25 Faceclaim: Walfas version of the mun? Does that count, if not I would definitely use Riki Naoe. Pronouns: He/His Height: 5”6 (170cm) Birthday: Oct 19. Aesthetic: How do I answer this? Last song you listened to: Fallen angel (Aria Rose cover) Favorite muse(s) you’ve written: If you count doing a canon character in your own interpretation and writing all about it counts, It's the Asriel I wrote up. What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): I was tired of seeing a lot of Asriel's that are just so common on the aspect that they don't really utilize their past experience as Flowey as well not acknowledge it, some running away that fact and it's just... I wanted to do an Asriel that fully is aware what he had done, to better himself while having conflicts that centers around what he had done. While all the knowledge he has over all the timelines he had done when he was Flowey and using it for potential character development and interactions. What are your favorite aspects of your current muse: I love using an Asriel with his two sides! The first side is his former innocent one. You know the one with such innocents in his shiny eyes, so kind-hearted as warm and soft as his fur. All of this to not worry those he may not know or cares about. Then his actual side, the one he had become after many timelines he had been a part of and remember, all the things he had gone through and done. Meeting a human(Chara), being close friends, the day his father got sick from the buttercups, the plan Chara made up he agreed to, witnessing them dying from buttercups, absorbing their SOUL, what happened at the surface, all the things he did as Flowey(repeating timelines over and over with helping everyone to killing everyone), all the routes of the game Neutral → pacifist → genocide → repeating of soulless pacifist → returning to the past with Chara with all of his memories and Chara with theirs. The side that lost it's shine in his eyes from all of his experiences, how mentally mature he had become with knowing how many times he had died and betrayal from his 'best friend' and the length of time his mind had to continue to develop among the regrets towards the actions he had done as Flowey that he does not deny and know He and Flowey are the same person. He has overwhelming knowledge of timelines, monster lore and SOULs and ect...including characters. He speaks with such a mature tone and isn't afraid to do what he has to even if it isn't nice too. The side that knows he is a failure as a prince and only wants to go by his actual birth name. The side he reveals when he has to or towards certain situations, subjects and to certain characters. Yet, that's his gimmick he remembers all the timelines and has a vast knowledge yet... he's not powerful at all. He has to develop that and that will be so much time into it, he even just learned to do fire magic and training to use it properly. Also, as a side note. I LOVE seeing other character reactions upon seeing him either way. What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: I... I want more for the Boss Monster. I want people to know that Asriel has GREAT potential as a character as he is. He has SO much potential development if you make sure you have Asriel know he his both himself and Flowey and have him reflect upon that. I want people to know that Asriel like this is fun to interact with. I suppose, I am fueled by the fact I want to be a serious Asriel blog that people would love the way he works like this. I love writing this Asriel and sharing it, I like coming up with critical thoughts and it seems so fun to rp with characters, make a story and play with character interactions. Music is a good boost to pump me up. More so with emotional scenes. Favorite types of threads: Character interactions and development! Even a simple conversation works wonders! But, those that can be deem important and shape a character, something so emotional and those that are jarring. Ones where you learn more from characters. Yes please! The biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: ...I have to do a LOT of reading, in order to do this Asriel right I need to make sure FACTS are right. I have to constantly do research on the Undertale lore and facts. Sometimes I have to think critically and make up how things work that makes sense, for example, Boss monsters and that their magic is fuel by their emotions. For Fan Characters, I set it up differently where Asriel has to get to know them more and then he regain blocked memories of them because his dialog during genocide I have to accept that. But, THAT can be use for development! But, I'm afraid of that sometimes people would dislike my thoughts, be turned off about it while I hope... Maybe I could talk more about why I think so, because I totally would love to do that! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE talking about some of the working of things in undertale, at least in theory and I like hearing what people have to say on theirs. Sometimes, I feel like people may be turned off from how Asriel is like, not liking that mature side that people aren't used to. But, I'm going to continue on and see what happens in the future! 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