#muse: Naoko

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@sonorous-eisfyl (Naoko starter for you!)

Naoko was on the hunt. She was in her full monster form, sniffing out some kelbi who were nibbling on some grass. They were unaware of her presence. The black sleek panther wyvern was about to pounce when a hunter seemed to appear and fought them instead.

She growled to herself before leaping out of her hiding spot and giving a ferocious roar at him. Then she suddenly changed into a human form. "You! You have stolen my prey!"

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"You are very welcome. Normally I dine with my companions Kiyomi and Midori. But they are both busy. Possibly for the best. Kiyomi can get quite...loud." Naoko replied while gazing at him before turning to her stew, "I made this all myself. I cook a lot at home."

@oc-menagerie continuing from this.

"I do." Sasuke answered.

Normally, Sasuke wouldn't really be bothered with an invitation like this, but part of him wanted to break some of his old habits. Starting small of course. He accepted her offer of a meal shared between them and sat down at the table.

"...Thank you." He said quietly.

[minds-interlinked]

Sasuke teamed up with Naoko to give Ino a birthday dinner. The two had cooked a nice dinner made up of her favorites and the two had made a birthday cake for her too!

[[//Birthday Asks~]] - @historias-multorum

Ino rushed on over to give her husband and daughter a hug. Finding it so sweet that they've prepared her a dinner while she was out celebrating with Sakura. "Awww~ You two are the best! It's definitely a birthday to remember~"

Naoko smiled. "Had to surprise you somehow, mama~! It was mostly Papa's idea."

"Well, isn't he sweet?" She smiled, giving him a kiss. "Thanks, hubbie~"

[cursedmystic]

"Zuki-tan, Naoko-tan~ Have either of you seen Matsuba lately? I can't seem to find him at all...."

"Hello, Lady Yuri." The sisters spoke in unison without meaning to. Naoko practiced slow, fluid steps of a dance, while Zuki brushed a comb through her hair.

Yuri is greeted by Umbreon and Espeon, who both rub against her legs before coming back to sit down.

"He's been out of town." It's Zuki who elaborates, offering Yuri a space to sit with them. "He said he had something important to do and then left. I think he was going to Violet City."

"I don't know what he has to do in Violet City that doesn't involve you or Falkner, but that's where he went." Naoko hummed as she said it, moving in turn with her Espeon when it returned to her side.

"Knowing him, he's probably in some sort of trouble. Miki said we have to stay here though, even though Sayo ran off to Blackthorn City even after she said that."

[bullet-rebuttle]

While Naoko and Rika heavily dislike each other, they are the type to if they actually talked to each other they would understand each other more as both of them had to adopt parental roles for their sibling/s

It’s why when Naoko studies and recognizes that Rika is going to kill him after learning of her family being in danger, he gives her permission to kill him. Even if his memories of Chiyo were taken, he still feels an internal, subconscious urge to protect whoever this kid which someone dying would prevent them from being killed. This which ultimately makes Rika, after knowing other things, respect him and promises to make her killing him quick.

[calidumaurora]

oc tag dump pt 3

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Kiyomi watched him join her side and seemed to be eyeing him with a big grin. "Alright! Let's beat them! Or even better, make a bet out of it! Whoever wins gets to ask the losing team to do one thing!" she exclaimed and Midori's eyes widened.

"I-I accept but don't make it anything super weird!" she stammered back with a blush. Naoko just gave a nod. "We will win so it will be no problem." she stated, "I will serve first." She threw up the ball and smacked it rather hard towards their side.

"Nice to meet you all! My name is Daniel." He introduced himself as he put his drink down carefully on the sad before getting onto the field next to Kiyomi.

"Forgive me, I'm not the best at Volleyball, but I can still try!" The trio would notice that he was wearing swiming trunks and a light jacket, but no shirt. Thus his lean body was on display.

[silvermoon424]

Do you think Naoko Takeuchi will ever draw the Silver Millennium prequel she’s mused about drawing from time to time? I suspect if she hasn’t drawn it yet she’s not about to, but not because she never has to work again in her life but because the romanticism of what was implied was enough so she can leave it alone. But damn, her art style’s only gotten more refined and beautiful over her years I would love to see it 😭

Unfortunately, Naoko Takeuchi hasn't created a new manga in literal decades so I really doubt she'd start now. She still does the occasional illustration (which, as you said, are gorgeous) but I think her days of creating manga are over.

If she does create manga, it'll be for her husband's series, Hunter x Hunter, and not in her own style. I've heard that, because of Togashi's health problems, Naoko Takeuchi has been learning how to draw in his style so she can finish the series if the worst happens.

[cryoculus]

— guard dog 05 ⟢

pairing: thoma x assassin!reader

summary: this isn't the first time you've attended a festival at amakane island. but why does it feel so different when you watch the fireworks with a green-eyed outlander?

word count: 5.3k words

notable characters: thoma, kamisato ayaka

tags: found family, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, eventual smut

warnings: allusions to past trauma

header art cr: ha__ze on twt

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“Have you been to a festival before, little one?”

Doctor Naoko’s voice was quiet amidst the rain prattling against the windowpane. You glanced at him curiously, sliding the minced lavender melons in a cooking pot with the blunt of a kitchen knife. 

“No,” you told him, slightly miffed that he’s still calling you little one. “But Mother and I used to watch the fireworks from Narukami Island before…”

He nodded solemnly. “The Tatarigami.”

“The Tatarigami,” you repeated.

A thick silence filled the room as you watched a bright violet sheen bleed into the boiling water. You’d volunteered to make tonight’s batch of lavender melon soup, given that Doctor Naoko was preoccupied with something else. That being, a sturdy katana given by the village chief. 

The samurai who owned it passed away earlier this week. He could no longer resist the effects of the curse, it seemed. But with no family to leave his katana behind, Doctor Naoko insisted that he keep it for now. While the prospect of a sword in the possession of a traveling doctor might’ve been odd, the village chief allowed it. 

Now, there he was—diligently wiping the blade’s edge at the dinner table.

“Would you like to see the fireworks someday?” 

You turned to look at him bizarrely, stirring the pot a few times before responding.

“And infect the people of Narukami in the process?” you laughed. “Doctor, you know what the rest of the locals say. If you’re born in Higi Village, you die in Higi Village. That’s even more true now.” 

Doctor Naoko sighed, sheathing the sword before laying it atop the wooden table. There’s an…indecipherable look on his face as he processed your words.

“You’ve been taking the supplement, right?” 

Your brow furrowed, gaze darting to the medicine cabinet near the entrance to his home. Though you couldn’t see it now, you knew there was a vial of that odd, pink liquid that the doctor asked you to test for him. He never told you what it was made from, and you didn’t ask.

Normally, one would be opposed to becoming a lab rat. But you’ve long accepted that one day, you’ll wake up with blood dripping from every orifice—the most definite sign that the Tatarigami had claimed yet another soul in its grasp. Your life had already lost its meaning the moment you’d been born here, and you owed it to Doctor Naoko to assist him with his research anyways. 

“Yes,” you murmured. “The nosebleeds have stopped since you put me on the new medication. So have the migraines.”

He hummed. “And the nightmares?”

You bit your lip. He sighed.

“Well, progress is progress.” Doctor Naoko laughed. “If the new medicine proves to be effective, then we can stop giving that placebo to the villagers. We can finally give them a real cure. And maybe…we can take everyone out to Amakane Island to watch the fireworks. How’s that sound?”

Your eyes roved to the cooking pot, watching as bubbles broke through the rich violet surface. You knew that the worst lavender melon soup could cure was fatigue. Knew that Doctor Naoko had been deliberately lying to the villagers about its medicinal properties. But with how his research has been fairing, you decided to humor him. Just this once.

A kind smile inched past your face, hoping that one day, the doctor’s musings would become a reality.

“I’m looking forward to it.” 

A few months after Doctor Naoko made the implicit promise, you’d fled Yashiori and witnessed your very first festival.

The experience had been underwhelming at best. As you weaved through the throng of visitors on Amakane Island, you couldn’t quite understand what was so exciting about festivals and fireworks and everything else the doctor had animatedly told you about. Not even the colorful string of lanterns and the jovial atmosphere could convince you. 

But then again, your heart was heavy with the weight of grief. You came to Narukami Island, not to indulge in the festivities, but to find work. 

Work fit for a scoundrel who let the doctor die right in front of her.

Before he passed, your biological father had been one of the guardian samurai of the village. Though he didn’t live long enough to teach you the art of the sword, you learned the ropes rather quickly once you’d taken Doctor Naoko’s katana and left. It was for that reason (among many others) that you chose to be a mercenary. 

You found that building a name for yourself wasn’t as hard as you expected. Your methods weren’t confined to weapons alone. In this line of work, you had to learn about poisons, espionage, and of course, deceit. 

There was a time when you’d considered using your…affliction to get jobs done. The Tatarigami curse didn’t play favorites. It spread indiscriminately to every sorry mortal it could get its hands on. If your target was around you long enough, you’re certain you could infect him in no time.

But the longer you took on all those odd jobs, you realized something.

You’d gone through the rest of Doctor Naoko’s supplements when you made the trip to the capital. Of course, they weren’t enough to last you for longer than you’d prefer. You only ever expected yourself to live for a few months more before the curse could fully take effect, but as you took one mission after the other, that’s when you noticed.

The Tatarigami couldn’t chain you to its grasp. Doctor Naoko’s supplements worked.

You were cured.

And that’s how, in spite of your blatant dislike for them, you started frequenting festivals more often. Whether they’re held in Inazuma City or Amakane Island, you’d be there—lingering in the shadows as you watched the colorful fireworks light up the sky. 

After all, attending on his behalf was the least you could do for the doctor who’d saved your life even if his had been cut short.

“Milady! Miss Kira! You’re finally here!”

Your thoughts were abruptly derailed as a familiar voice hauled you back to the present. Just like he always did.

“Thoma,” Ayaka greeted her chief retainer with a smile. “I’m glad to see that everything seems to be in order.”

The blond laughed raucously. “Of course. I don’t want you to work any more than you already have. We all know those meetings at the Tenshukaku could be a bit much. Oh, you even brought Miss Kira along!”

You managed a tight-lipped smile. “Pleasure seeing you here, Master Thoma.” 

“Miss Kira told me along the way that she’s yet to witness the fireworks show.” Lie. “And that she wanted to experience a festival firsthand.” Another lie. “But ah… As much as I’d love to show her around, I should look for Brother. Have you seen him?”

Thoma hummed in contemplation. “I could have sworn I saw the Commissioner discussing something with Mister Naganohara and Yoimiya at the top of the hill. Would you like me to escort you?”

Ayaka shook her head. “No. I have a more important task for you.” 

“And that is?”

The princess smiled in a way that was just a tad bit mischievous before abruptly placing both of her hands on your shoulders.

“To show Miss Kira just how fun Amakane festivals can be, of course!”

Saying that you were appalled to be left alone with Thoma was an understatement.

To your utter disappointment, the chief retainer didn’t even express the slightest hint of refusal once Ayaka had issued the order. Thoma simply nodded along with that stupid, obedient smile of his before the rest of the guards led Ayaka further up the hill. You could only scowl as the princess left you in the dust—only to be tended to by your captor. 

“Soooo…” he drawled, that familiar, knowing look settling once more on his face. “I take it that this isn’t your first time witnessing this at all?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Just give me the tour so we can get it over with.”

“Hey, the only way you can enjoy a festival to the fullest is if you don’t rush things,” Thoma tutted. “I’m sure a brooding assassin such as yourself wouldn’t have the time for that sort of appreciation anyways.”

“Okay Mister Festival Connoisseur, can we get a move on now?” 

The first stop was a takoyaki stall with a handful of visitors crowding the vicinity. The scent of fried squid and smoke filled your nostrils, and you squinted ahead just to catch a glimpse of the man filling orders up front. But before you could even ask Thoma how long the two of you had to fall in line, one of the owners was already calling out to him in welcome. 

“Master Thoma, it’s you!” spoke a woman with graying hair. “You’re here to fulfill your promise to offer us your patronage, I take it?” 

Thoma chuckled earnestly as he tugged you by the elbow. “Miss Reina, I had no such intention to leave you hanging! I was just waiting for my companion here to arrive is all.”

You eyed him bizarrely but Reina again spoke before you could even put a word in. 

“Oho? Companion, you say,” The woman stared at you in a way that you knew was meant to tease. “So, what’ll it be tonight, Master Thoma?”

The chief retainer hummed. “How about…two Amakane specials?  

Reina nodded as she scribbled the order before another one of the patrons blatantly shouted hers right next to your ear. The crowd was getting more and more congested and you instinctively leaned away just to grant yourself some more breathing room. But in the process, you accidentally pressed yourself closer to Thoma’s side. 

Damn it!

“It's getting quite busy tonight,” Reina sighed apologetically. “How about the two of you look around for a while and I’ll deliver your food once it’s ready?”

You gulped. “That won’t be nece—”

“Sure,” Thoma interjected. “See you later, Miss Reina.”

Surely enough, the chief retainer took it upon himself to drag you to the next booth over without another word. Once you’d gotten away from the rest of the hungry visitors, you shot him a scowl.

“You were totally abusing your privilege,” you hissed, fisting his jacket. “Just because you’re a hotshot from the Kamisato clan, doesn’t mean you get to abuse the people’s kindness like that!”

Thoma shrugged. “It’s not abuse if the kindness is willingly offered in the first place, Miss Kira.”

“You—!”

“Master Thoma!”

Startled, you glanced at the man who addressed Thoma with the same enthusiasm as Rina from the street food stall. He stood right in front of an array of festival masks with varying designs. Fom tengu to oni to kitsune—he had them all.

“Sanden!” Thoma greeted in earnest. “Got any new designs we can get our hands on?”

The vendor, Sanden, nodded. “You’re just in time, actually. My daughter has been going on and on about these two fox spirits from a storybook Miss Yoimiya had given a month ago. Here, take a look! They’re a matching pair.”

He gently lifted two black kitsune masks off the display board—both adorned with metallic patterns that contrasted with their obsidian sheen. One was lined with golden accents, while the other, a glittering silver. Sanden gave the former to Thoma, and the latter to you.

“Interesting,” your companion doled out, studying the craftsmanship rather intently. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s the story behind them?” 

Sanden smiled. “Well, those two fox spirits actually represent the sun and the moon. The story goes like this: the sun spirit runs across the horizon for hours on end, in a futile attempt to chase the moon. And come nighttime, the moon spirit does the same in hopes of reaching the sun.”

“That seems a little too tragic for a children’s book, doesn’t it?” you asked dryly as you checked out the mask in your hands. 

“Not at all, miss.” The vendor shook his head. “Because the two spirits long to be together, they gave birth to the cycles of night and day. Knowing that our realities are borne from the love the spirits have for one another is rather comforting in this age of chaos. Don’t you think so?” 

“But that’s just a legend, right?” 

Sanden shrugged, one eye dropping into a wink. “We can never really know, and that’s what makes it all the more enchanting.”

“Here.”

Blinking in confusion, you jolted slightly as Thoma plucked the silver-sheened mask from your grasp. But your expression softened when you realized he’d already adorned the golden one at the side of his head. He fastened yours in place, and you were too stunned to protest.

“Whatever tale they’re based off of, masks are a staple in festivals,” he murmured, smiling at his handiwork once he pulled away. Thoma then turned to Sanden. “How much for these two?”

The vendor shook his head. “I almost didn’t make it in time to set up shop, and you helped me sort everything out, Master Thoma. It’s on the house.”

“Master Thoma! Little miss! Special delivery!”

Just in time, a lively looking Reina carried two plates containing a vast assortment of street food. Egg rolls, dango, takoyaki, rice balls, sushi—they were all plated so neatly, you couldn’t believe your eyes. So that was the Amakane special. 

“Just like old Sanden’s masks, your food is free of charge.” Reina winked before handing you your orders. “This is the least we could do for the person behind the festival.”

For the first time, you bore witness to Thoma with his face flushing at their words. Dear Archons. You didn’t know it would bring you such relief to know this man was actually capable of becoming embarrassed.

“You lot give me too much credit,” he sighed, nibbling on a stick of dango. “I’m only doing as I’m told, you know.”

“And we’re just thanking you for your hard work,” Sanden chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. “Well, go on! Find a comfortable spot to eat with your date. Miss Yoimiya’s fireworks show is about to start soon.”

You nearly choked. “I’m not his—”

“We’ll go ahead and do that then~”

Two times. This man just interrupted you two times today. You were sure to make him pay for it later, but for now, you were going to go along with his whims and eat. You’re starved.

In spite of how crowded the island has gotten, you and Thoma managed to secure a table near the venue’s edge. The indistinct noise and chatter from the visitors were still present, but this far off, you could at least consume your dinner(?) in peace.

“So how are you liking the Thoma Festival Experience so far?”

Swallowing a mouthful of onigiri, you blanched at him. “Did you just call this the Thoma Festival?”

He shrugged, poking holes into his takoyaki. “It’s just like everyone said. I was in charge of organizing the whole thing, so it’s only proper to call it as such.”

“...You’re despicable! And everyone gave you all this stuff for free, too.”

Thoma merely responded with an infuriating laugh, which you decided to tune out as you observed your surroundings. 

You didn’t know if it was just you but…Amakane Island looked a bit more lively as opposed to the previous times you’d decided to drop by a festival. Despite the fact that spring was still a few months away, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Their petals wafted around gracefully, like they knew exactly how to set up the perfect atmosphere alongside the bright glow of the lanterns. 

And then, there were the people.

Before your unfortunate ‘capture’ at the Kamisato estate, you used to avoid ordinary citizens like the plague. Even if the actual plague that had infected you a few years ago had long gone, you still felt…dirty. Unworthy to bask in their company for too long.

Hell, you killed people for a living. If all these visitors knew who you were and what you did, you were almost too certain they’d run you out of town with torches and pitchforks. That’s why you always preferred to work in the shadows. 

It was easier that way. 

“Hey, you feeling alright, Miss Kira? You look like you’re attending a funeral.”

Glancing up from your plateful of street food, you met Thoma’s viridian gaze. He was gazing at you curiously as he suckled on a dango stick, which made you scoff in disgust. But when a few sakura petals landed between his hair and his headband…

“What are you…?”

You leaned forward, bracing one hand on the wooden table as you brushed the petals away—caressing some tufts of his golden hair in the process. Thoma simply stared in stunned stupor as you took your seat again. But before you could even tease him for his sudden silence, your eyes landed on someone else.

It was Ayaka. Looking even more distressed than she did earlier today. She and the rest of her guards were hastily making their way down the hill, with the Commissioner, Ayato in tow.

“Milady!” Thoma called out, probably having followed your line of sight. “Anything wrong?”

Stopping in her tracks, Ayaka turned to Thoma with a tired smile. “Something just came up at the Tenshukaku again. Hold the fort while we’re gone?” 

“...Alright. You can count on us.”

You shot him a look. “Us?” 

“Thank you,” Ayaka sighed—the relief in her voice evident to a fault.

Before their retinue could make a swift exit though, you managed to meet Ayato’s gaze in the heat of it all. Those startling blue eyes, almost silver in the moonlight, were the same yet so different from Ayaka’s. In spite of having lived with him for about a month now, you still had a hard time telling apart his expressions. 

You couldn’t tell what he’d been thinking at that moment, but it was clear that the Commissioner still didn’t trust you. Not one bit.

And it was awfully smart of him not to, really.

“Gods, I wish those two would catch a break soon.”

In front of you, Thoma had already finished his Amakane special and was resting his head against the palm of his hand—sighing almost wistfully. You couldn’t help but agree.

“Did you know that Aya—ah, milady collapsed on her way to her room earlier?” you asked.

Obviously, Thoma did not know about this.

“What?” he spoke sharply. “You didn’t do anything underhanded, did you?” 

You crossed your arms. “She’s obviously well enough to stress about the Tenshukaku meetings again, isn’t she? I’m a criminal but I still have some tact.” 

Just as quickly as it came, the alarm on his face melted back into a warm smile. Warm enough to make you feel uncomfortable.

“It’s just as I suspected. I successfully house-trained Inazuma City’s most notorious assassin.”

You flung a ball of takoyaki at his face.

The rest of the night went by in a flash. 

Just like with everything else he does, Thoma had a knack for festival games. This one booth held contests for which person could successfully catch the most goldfish in under one minute. Which was no easy feat, given that the nets were made out of flimsy parchment paper instead of, well, actual nets. 

You were already struggling with catching one goldfish, yet Thoma managed to fling at least ten into the damn basket. 

“That’s Master Thoma for you,” hollered the game master, handing Thoma the prize for his seemingly unbeatable record: a handmade bake-danuki plush. “You can try your luck next time, newbie!”

You grumbled something about rigged festival games and biased judgement.

“Aww, no need to look so down in the dumps,” Thoma chuckled as the two of you strolled up the path—manipulating the bake-danuki’s little plush arms in an attempt to cheer you up. “Mister Danuki will be sad if you continue sulking.”

“Tell Mister Danuki to mind his own business,” you growled. 

The chief retainer gasped, placing Mister Danuki’s hand above its chest in mock offense. “That’s a bit impolite even for you, Miss Kira… Oh?”

Glancing at whatever caught Thoma’s attention this time, you feast your eyes upon a lone wooden board with colorful charms strung together on display. The chief retainer slowly made his way closer, and in spite of yourself, you followed suit. 

For a moment, he was quiet—green eyes scanning the dreams and wishes the visitors wished to take up to the gods. You didn’t quite understand the prospect of using these charms, in all honesty. From all the news of the Vision Hunt going around, you weren’t sure if the Raiden Shogun was in the mood to grant anyone’s wishes. 

Yet Thoma was staring at them like they were the most important things in the world.

“Did you know that milady has never been to a festival?”

You were visibly confused. “What? She was just here a moment ago.”

The smile that tugged on his lips had a hint of sadness in them—an emotion that you never would have associated with Thoma until now. His gloved hand inspected the charms with great care, like he was afraid they would break.

“Well, she’s always in attendance, that’s true. It’s expected of her as the Lady of the Kamisato house,” Thoma explained. “But in spite of all the talk of business, the occasional fan dances she beholds to the people of Inazuma… She’s never been to a festival, the way the two of us have.”

You contemplated his words for a moment, realizing that the moment you had arrived, Ayaka immediately thought about discussing business with her brother instead of enjoying herself. 

“Do you…” you began, clearing your throat uneasily, “want to make a wish, then? With a charm?”

Thoma turned to you with a puzzled look, blinking once, twice, before bursting out laughing.

“I didn’t take you to be the type to believe in such superstition, Miss Kira,” he snorted. 

Your cheeks heated up. “I-I do not! It just seems to me like you’re the one who’s into this sort of thing… I’m not always an asshole, you know?”

His laughter stops—expression morphing into something calmer. More sincere. Thoma raised a hand and you were instinctively on alert for any tricks he might pull, but all the chief retainer did was brush away the flower petals that got caught in your hair. The same way you did with him earlier tonight.

“I know.”

You didn’t know where you should look. For some reason, his emerald eyes smoldered too much for comfort, and you hadn’t the slightest clue what to reply. But it’s as if the gods had heard your internal cry for help when Thoma finally snapped out of it.

The endearing look in his gaze vanished in a flash, replaced by something similar to panic.

“Move. Quick.” 

He seized your hand in his, pulling you along as he led you to the shore. You were about to protest his sudden gesture, but when you glanced behind you, you spotted a couple of uniformed soldiers emerging from the entrance. 

Soldiers from the Tenryou Commission. 

“You know you don’t have to act like I’m a rebel from Sangonomiya when we’re alone, right?” you huffed, minding your step as Thoma led you further down. “I’ve been pretty…chill with the Tenryou Commission for the past few years.”

Thoma laughed breathlessly as the two of you made it underneath the jutting cliff of Amakane Island—far from the festival, far from the noise.

“It’s better to be safe than sorry,” he reminded, taking a seat on a mossy patch of rock. You sat down next to him with your heart beating erratically in your ribcage.

He still hadn’t let go of your hand. 

“And besides, the fireworks show is about to start.”

“The wha—”

The sound of ballistas going off above you nearly scared you out of your wits, until you realized that the source of the noise weren’t ballistas at all. Fireworks of all shapes and colors shot up to the sky at breakneck speed before blooming beautifully into the night. You tilted your head further for a better view—mouth hanging loose as you marveled at the display before you.

That was strange. This wasn’t the first time you’ve watched the fireworks, yet… 

Even if the show was still underway, you managed to peel your eyes from the sight. Instead, you affixed your stare on where your hand was pressed against Thoma’s on the cold, mossy rock. You dared to rake your eyes upward.

Unlike you, Thoma had been fully engrossed with the fireworks. A childlike grin played on his lips as the colors flashed before his green, green eyes. But in spite of the bright hues that reflected on his face every few seconds, you couldn’t help but train your gaze on the plump swell of his lips instead.

There it was again. The odd stutter in your heart.

Though the fireworks show lasted for no longer than five minutes, it felt like those few moments had been unspooled from a seemingly endless eternity. You knew better than to cling to a memory as insignificant as this one but…

The warmth of Thoma’s fingers on top of yours. His silly bake-danuki plush sitting comfortably on his lap. The golden accents of his kitsune mask glittering in the night. And the smile he flashed you when he finally caught you staring—

You burned it all in the back of your head, hoping that even if the fireworks lasted mere seconds, the time you spent with him would stretch across lifetimes.

“Yoimiya outdid herself again this time.” He sighed once the show had come to an end, rising back to his feet as he untangled his fingers from yours. You couldn’t help the prickle of disappointment in your chest. “Well, what do you think?” 

You ignored his question. “Thoma, why are you so nice to me?”

His smile fell. You pressed on. 

“I take it that you’re nice to anyone and everyone you meet but… I’m not just some random girl from the city you decided to take here on a whim,” you elaborated, feeling your throat close up with every word. “I’m a murderer. Someone that’s been hired to kill Lady Ayaka of the Kamisato clan. Yet you’re…doing all this? What’s the point?”

With one hand holding Mister Danuki, Thoma reached up to touch his pendant with the other. It seemed like an unconscious action, but you elected not to ask.

“I’m sure you know I’m not from around these parts, yeah?” he remarked. “I’m an outlander. Born and raised somewhere else, until I found my sorry ass washed up on the shores of Ritou.”

You arched an eyebrow. “I figured as much.”

Thoma chuckled. “That makes things easier to explain then.”

“Even before the Sakoku Decree, the Kanjou Commission didn’t take kindly to foreigners. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and the dog tags I’m wearing now. To survive, I had to steal just so I could eat. In short, I was a criminal for quite a while, too.”

“How does this correlate to you taking it easy on an assassin?” you wondered.

“I’m getting there, hold on.” The blond laughed, sitting next to you once again. “I lived like that for a few weeks but then…milady’s parents found me. Her mother is very kind. Even if I didn’t know how to speak the language, she didn’t send me to jail when she caught me nabbing her purse. Next thing I knew, I’d been adopted into the family.”

“Long story short, I know what it feels like to be alone. That kind of loneliness drives us to do all sorts of unimaginable things,” he murmured quietly. “But that doesn’t have to be the end of the line. The late Lady Kamisato showed me as much. And even if Lord Ayato practically threatened to have me executed if I ended up being wrong about you, I still insisted.” 

You were silent for about three heartbeats before—

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

The sand began to trickle into your sandals with how heavy your strides fell across the ground. Thoma was hot on your heels as you ditched him, but it wasn’t like you’d been walking fast enough to evade him.

You were just…pissed. Beyond belief. 

You reminded him of himself because he used to be a fugitive, too? That’s rich. As if someone loved by the people of Inazuma knew a fraction of what you went through. As if a person who never had to taint their hands with blood could understand.

“Hey!” Thoma called out, seizing your wrist in an iron-tight grip. “You’re still prohibited from wandering around unsupervised, Miss Kira.”

“I’m still going to do it, you know.”

You’d uttered the words so quietly, he barely caught what you were saying. But the chief retainer wasn’t an idiot. He knew what you’d been pertaining to right away. 

“Why?”

“Because I was paid to do it,” you said, which wasn’t exactly true. You will be paid was the more accurate wording, but you needed to stand your ground right now. 

Thoma nodded slowly. “Okay, but why?” 

“What are you getting at?”

“I mean, why would you do that to milady, who hasn’t given you a single reason for you to kill her?” he wondered, sounding genuinely curious. “I’d understand if she was some ruthless tyrant that’s out to seize all the Visions in Inazuma, but we both know that’s far from the case.”

You stared at him incredulously. “...Because that’s what I was paid to do?” 

“Hm? So if I gave you six-hundred mora right now to do a little dance for me, you’d do it?”

“Fuck you.”

In spite of it all, Thoma laughed. Laughed right in your face as he used Mister Danuki to wipe the tears from his eyes. 

“Archons, you have such an unreasonably foul mouth, you know that?” the chief retainer pointed out with a grin. “You’re angry because you think I’m taking pity on you. Is that it?”

You tried to pull your arm free, but he refused to budge. “That’s none of your business.”

“Oh, but it is,” Thoma insisted, pulling you closer until your faces were mere inches away. “As my personal captive, it’s exactly my business to gauge your emotional constitution. I can’t exactly change your mind about taking milady’s life if I’m riling you up every other minute, yeah?”

“But isn’t that what you’re doing right now?” you bit back, ignoring the way his breath fanned your face. “That’s what you’ve been doing since you held me prisoner at the estate, you dumb guard dog.”

He chuckled breathily and you felt the reverberations in what little distance sat between you. This close, you could see just how much more green his eyes could get—entrapping you in a swirl of jade and viridian, until you’ve completely forgotten what you’d been arguing about in the first place. 

You most certainly didn’t miss it when those eyes of his flickered to your lips.

“That, I have…” he admitted quietly. “You can even say I’ve taken quite the liking to you, dear Miss Kira.”

Before you could even hope to ask him to clarify, Thoma was already peeling himself away—taking both the warmth of his touch and the smolder in his eyes. The chief retainer was on his merry way, walking back to the festival without a stutter to his step. You replayed his words over and over in a span of ten seconds before:

“What do you mean by that?”

He stopped in his tracks, loose ponytail swaying as he abruptly turned around to meet your eyes. Thoma was silent for only a moment before giving you his reply.

“It means what you want it to mean.” He smiled. “Come on. I’m sure the folks from the Tenryou Commission have long left. We still have a festival to clean up after.”

“We?” 

Thoma gave no further response. Your eye twitched. 

But you found yourself trailing after him anyway.

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[hopes-memorial]

💋 same goes love shipping

Send 💋 for my muse to kiss yours (x)

hehe, kiss time <3

Amai ships

Gundham: They giggle a little as they lean up on their tip toes to kiss him softly, wrapping their arms around his neck as they pull him closer. They adore him so much, enough that even in such a gentle kiss, they don't pull away until they both need air. Staring into his eyes as they pant softly, they giggle a little before giving him a quick peck. "I love you, my beloved warlock."

Kiyotaka: Naturally, he was studying for too long again, and instead of just kissing him, he got in his lap and put his hands on the prefect's cheeks. They give him a hard stare for a moment before kissing him, hard. The fact that they had to do this to get him to stop wasn't lost on them, and while it worried them, they were fine with it if it meant they got to do this more often. When they pull away, they press their foreheads together and speak softly. "Come to bed, my beloved knight, please?"

Fuyuhiko: "My prince, my beloved prince~♪" They sing song as they get closer to him, wrapping their arms around him. It was always blissful when they were able to get away from everyone else and just be together, and while they wanted to ease him, just a little, they couldn't resist just giving him affection right now as they give him a soft, adoring kiss, closing their eyes and humming softly in it as they hold him even closer. Pulling away, they smile brightly at him. "Hehe, I love you, my prince."

Hajime: It was a slow day in the shop, and while they were enjoying working with Hajime, they couldn't help but feel a little bad that he was there doing nothing right now. It was always hard when school was in session. Popular as they were, there were still hours when there was nothing to do, so taking the opportunity to wrap their arms around him and give him a sweet kiss. Humming softly in delight, they sigh softly when they hear the door open and they pull away. "And just when things were getting fun... oh, well. Lets save that for closing, all right?"

Raijin: Amai giggles a little as the two of them get off the plane. They loved whenever they were able to be with him in the sky like this. It was exhilarating and freeing, and they just adored seeing their partner utterly in his element. Wrapping their arms around him, they plant a kiss on his lips, sweet and gentle as they look up at him. "That was so much fun. Amai will make sure to make lunch for us next time."

Naoko: Seeing their lover sleeping wasn't anything new for them. If anything it was all too common, but they couldn't help but to find it adorable still. Going over with a blanket, they drape it over his shoulders and take a moment after adjusting it to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Sweet dreams, my dearly beloved..." They mumble softly as they go to make him a snack for when the historian wakes up.

Takumi: Given how charismatic and utterly irresistible the thief was to them. It was only natural that they would be more than tempted to steal a kiss from him, just once... just to see if they even could do it, and it was while he was focused on something else that they found the perfect opportunity to do it. As the thief fiddled with the lock, they smirk as they steal a kiss on his cheek, giggling as they pull away quickly. "Hehe, got you, Takkun~"

Haruka ships

Yukino: Naturally, she needed very little reason to kiss her girlfriend, but right now, it was hard for her to resist the urge to. Seeing Yukino and Ursula together was a gift to her. Truly what sight could be more divine than seeing a goddess and beloved familiar together in such a sweet moment as the exorcist pet the sweet looking rabbit with so much love in her eyes. Putting a finger under her girlfriend's chin, she closes her eyes as she gives her a soft, sweet kiss, tempted to linger, but not wanting to take too much attention away from Ursula. "Hm.. apologies, my dearest raven, there was simply no force on earth that could have kept me from doing so... not with how enchanting you looked."

Gundham: It was really a blessing that her crows had someone else looking out for them. She fretted over them constantly, and with someone like Gundham that she could trust with them, she felt some sort of ease that she never felt before. It was the sort of security that she hadn't felt since she was a child, and as the two of them were feeding the birds one day, she couldn't resist but to sneak a kiss to his cheek, humming softly at the feeling. "You have my sincere gratitude..." She says softly before turning her attention back on the birds, not elaborating at all on what she was thanking him for.

Mikan: It wasn't often she was in the nurse's office for anything other than seeing to see if someone died or not, though today, she found herself there with a minor accident. Bullying wasn't as big of an issue for her now as it was back in her old school though it wasn't as though it didn't happen at Hope's Peak, too. Seeing the nurse fret over her hand that had been cut by the razors left in her desk, she smiles softly, enjoying the soft bandages that her girlfriend wrapped around her hand, and as she was done, she leaned forward and pressed a hand to her cheek before kissing her as softly as she could. "I thank you for your aid, my dearest angel..."

Others

Mei and Takumi: Even if they hadn't been dating long, as they were watching one of the terrible movies that he recommended, she had stopped paying attention to it at one point and just... stared at him. He was handsome, sure, but there was something about seeing him relaxed with her like this that was even better. His eyes were so soft like this, and the feeling of his arm around her only made her feel just as soft and relaxed if not more. As he turns to ask her something or to point something out, she can't help but to lean forward and to kiss him, softly, for a long moment before pulling away. "...sorry, I-I just... you just looked really kissable for a moment there."

Reiichi and Akihito: Watching anime movies, especially older shonen ones wasn't the highest thing on his list of what he liked to do, but he certainly couldn't complain when it was with Akihito. The mangaka was... actually pretty cute when he wasn't freaking out all the time, and doing something that he knew that Akihito liked certainly seemed to help keep him calm. During a scene that was particularly emotional, Reiichi looks over for a long moment, and before he even realizes what he's doing, he presses a kiss to the mangaka's cheek. "...sorry, hope that that was all right." Though, even as he said it... he already wants to do it again.

Shirou and Rei: The patient that they were working on was done for the night. Anymore, and they might lose their toy too soon. He had planned to draw this out a bit more, and while he was cleaning up his equipment, he couldn't help but look over at her staring at their work. Macabre as the situation was, he couldn't help but find her beautiful like this, covered in the blood of their victim while watching them react so strongly with the poison that she made with love and care. It was gorgeous, and once he was done, he went over and from behind, he leaned around to kiss her cheek. "I see you're enjoying the sight of it.. we did good tonight, though... would you like me to make dinner? I've been told I make great hamburger steaks."

Elodie and Kaori: Normally, she wouldn't even think of giving a date tickets to a show on Opening Night, but she couldn't help but be excited as she handed it to Kaori. A modern retelling of Cinderella starring her... it might be a bit of an arrogant thing to give to her date, though she wanted Kaori to really enjoy the play. Naturally, it was a hit, the crowd loved the performance, though whenever she looked to the crowd, her eyes fell on the small, green haired woman, wanting to see her reaction each and every time. After the show and after the crowd cleared out, she made her way to look for the storyteller, managing to get her alone. The moment they could, Elodie couldn't help but to kiss her, just like she had kissed the actor playing the prince on stage, though while that had only appeared magical, this felt like it. It was almost addicting, the way that Kaori's lips tasted to her, and it almost made her mournful when she had to pull away. "Ah, my apologies, ma cherie, but I simply could not resist taking the chance to experience a real true love's kiss after tonight..."

Tsurugi and Etsuko: It kind of impressed him that she was able to pick up on card games so quickly. Honestly, he didn't expect anything from her, and while he still won every TCG game that they played, this time, she had gotten pretty close to beating him in one of the games that he wasn't particularly fond of. "Huh... not bad. Do you want a reward for that?" He asks, though... when she says yes, he hesitates for a moment before kissing her on the cheek. "Th-there," he grumbles as he looks away. "You'll get a real one if you win..."

Matsuri and Ume: It had been sometime since the two of them had first met, and she was very excited when they went on a date. This time of year was the perfect time for horror movies, and while she was disappointed with some of what was available, there were a few that were pretty nice to see, the gore and special effects were exciting for her, though not more so than the girl next to her. She didn't think that she would become this fond of the spray paint artist, though she was practically head over heels already, and as they get to the climax of the movie, she's gasping in delight, giggling a little as she leans over to kiss her cheek. "This is great! Thanks for bringing me..." She says before focusing fully on the movie again like nothing had happened.

Takara and Miu: While the inventor might be a bit... eccentric to say the least, he was highly enjoying her company. The way that she focused so much on them along with her being.... rather thoughtful at times with the upgrades that she offered, he found it rather admirable and adorable, too. Though, that might just be because he had a soft spot for her, her confidence attracting him like a moth to a flame. During one such visit, as he brought her some food that is mother had cooked, he found her passed out in the workshop. Rolling his eyes, he sets the food on the microwave and takes off his jacket, going to drape it over her shoulders. Pausing before he left, he goes to kiss her cheek, sighing a little as he does. "Next time, go to bed before it's too late. You'll catch a cold like this, Iruma."

Polycule

Botan and Giichi (polycule): After the date and as the four of them started dating each other, there were quite a few times that Botan found himself alone with Giichi. While he didn't watch TV at all, he could see how the actor appealed to others, even when he was angry, he was kind of adorable, enough to make Botan catch himself staring at one of his partners for quite some time. Right now, though as Giichi played with his cats, he couldn't help but stare. It was such a cute sight, and as he sat next to him, he moved to kiss his cheek, not able to help it. "Hm... you should let Reimei catch it this time... lest he be discouraged." He says as though he didn't just kiss his boyfriend as the two of them keep playing with the cats.

Botan and Hayato (polycule): Training for Botan always went like clockwork. Everyday, he got up and went through the routines that he had since he was a child, though doing it with someone else felt... different. Hayato wasn't like Masao in the sense that Hayato was going to use this knowledge instead of just going through it to spend time with him. It was nice... and it made him more eager to show the bodyguard. As they finish up for the time, Botan hums a bit as he motions for Hayato to lean down, getting on his tip toes to kiss his cheek, a little reward for doing so well. "Hm... I'm going to make lunch. Would you like to join me for the meal?" He asks before heading to the kitchen like he didn't just kiss one of his partners like that.

Masao and Hayato (polycule): Masao never liked boxing, though right now, he could tolerate it quite a bit. There was something... nice about training with Hayato. Maybe it was because the body guard could understand him in a way. They were both guys that were considerably gentle despite how they appeared and protective of someone that they deeply cared about, and while it worried him sometimes. he liked that he could fully relate to someone like this. As they finished up, his eyes caught a glimpse of him wiping away sweat, blushing a bit, he went over to the taller man and leaned up to kiss him, slowly and gently for a moment. "Good job... w-we should really work out together again, don'cha think?"

Masao and Giichi (polycule): At first, he was a little worried that he and Giichi wouldn't get along that well. The actor was better suited for someone like Botan or Hayato, though as he got some alone time with their smallest partner, he couldn't help but be utterly enamored by the smaller man as they walked through the garden. This was his favorite place to bring people and as they went, he couldn't help but to find a stray flower and to tuck it behind the actor's ear, pausing a moment as he does to kiss him. It was... softer than he thought it would be, and he lingers there for a moment before pulling away. "Sorry... really couldn' help myself there... uh... d-did ya like it?"

[despairs-memorial]

Doing a thread with them..so how about Naoko and Kiyotaka for that meme?

@bullet-rebuttle lmao, yeah, sorry this took so long to do.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /[your muse] is the good influence  /[your muse] is the bad influence  /[my muse] is the good influence  /[my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /[your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides]/  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ]/  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse]/  cheating [with your muse]/  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half]/  siblings [step]/[my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /[my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /[my muse] is a parental figure to yours  /[my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /[your muse] is taken under mines wing  /[my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[oc-menagerie-archived]

@scarlxtleaves (Naoko starter for you!)

Naoko was on the hunt. She was in her full monster form, sniffing out some kelbi who were nibbling on some grass. They were unaware of her presence. The black sleek panther wyvern was about to pounce when a hunter seemed to appear and fought them instead.

She growled to herself before leaping out of her hiding spot and giving a ferocious roar at him. Then she suddenly changed into a human form. "You! You have stolen my prey!"

[minds-interlinked]

Permanent interaction call for Naoko Uchiha~

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Light godmodding is acceptable in order to move the plot along. (ie. assuming my muse accepts something yours offers them; not assuming my muse is hit when your muse attempts to strike them)

          This is a very low activity blog. I am very slow to reply. There are a number of reasons why I may not have replied to you yet (IC or OOC!) and 99% of them are that I have a number of disabilities that often interfere with my ability to write and/or my energy for socializing — or my focus is over on another blog. Although this is my main blog in this fandom, I can also be found occasionally on my OC, Sailor Zero Star and my multimuse which also features other Sailor Moon muses, both of which are linked in my blogroll above.

          I very rarely drop threads; they just have a habit of sitting in my drafts for ages. You’re free to send me a message to inquire about thread status regardless, but please be respectful when you do. You are also more than welcome to take all the time you need to reply; I will never rush you. All I ask is that you inform me if you want to drop a thread and I will do the same in return.

          When I unfollow someone, I softblock to remove myself from your followers as well. I tend to unfollow people inactive for over a month without hiatus notice and non-mutuals after 2-5 days. I also unfollow for: LGBTQ+-phobia, racism, sexism, too many irrelevant posts, too much negative ooc content, too much fandom drama, vagueblogging, untagged drama / callouts / politcs, etc.

          On the note of racism, because this is a recurring issue within the Sailor Moon fandom in particular: do not follow me if you think it’s okay to use Asian faceclaims interchangeably! It’s racist! Using a Korean face claim for a Japanese character is racist!

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 :

          If you do not agree with verses in which fictional characters grow up, this blog is probably not for you. This blog is primarily post-canon, with Seiya being between the ages of 19 - 23 and, although highly unlikely, NSFW themes may be present.

          Any sexual content on this blog will always take place in the appropriate post-canon verses, will be tagged accordingly, and will be put under a readmore whenever possible. I will not be roleplaying smut with any minors (as I outright refuse to interact with anyone under 21), nor will smut occur during any of the canon timeline verses where muses are underage, no exceptions. Other NSFW content (violence, etc.) is, however, highly encouraged.

          I am multiship/multiverse, but I ship chemistry. Ship exclusivity, meaning I will not ship with duplicates of a particular muse, is strictly friends-only. Ships need to be discussed and developed beforehand.

          Seiya can be a bit of a flirt and canonically has unrequited feelings for both Usagi and Kakyuu and while I have no intention of toning that down, I can promise you that it will never be anything more than unrequited unless otherwise discussed. I will never intentionally force a ship on you, so please let me know if it feels like I am. That said, I reiterate: please don’t force ships on me. This has been a major issue with this muse in particular in the past.

I do have a ship-exclusive Usagi (divinehope). Interactions with duplicate Usagi blogs should assume there will be no romantic development on Seiya’s side beyond canonical unrequited feelings.

          I love platonic relationships and am more than happy with unrequited ships if you don’t like the ship(s) or aren’t comfortable/interested in shipping with me!

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 & 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 :

          I try not to take sides. I generally try not to get involved at all, but my position as an admin of the Sailor Moon discord means I occasionally have to, in which case I do my best to find out all the facts before I pass any judgments or make any decisions.

          I will not unfollow someone just because I’ve been warned of their history. I wholeheartedly believe in second chances. People can and do change and actions speak louder than words. If you have irrefutable proof of ongoing problematic behavior, you’re welcome to inform me privately about it, but otherwise I reserve the right to judge a person for myself before deciding whether or not to interact or cease interacting with them.

          If you have a problem with me personally, please come to me about it privately. I’m an extremely non-confrontational person, but can at least promise you that if you have an issue with me, I will listen to it and, if I am in the wrong, I’m happy to apologize and work on the issue. I promise you honesty in our conversation, and respect so long as respect is given.

          I absolutely do not tolerate vagueblogging, be it about myself or about friends within the fandom and may approach you about it if I catch any. This fandom has a rocky history regarding vagueblogging and we’ve worked very hard to better our community and make it a comfortable space for all here. Keep your venting private and off the dash.

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 :

          I’m OC friendly, for the most part, and this does extends to shipping with OCs. I’m the CEO of the OC/canon shipping club. I will not, however, roleplay with family-of OCs. This includes child-of, sibling-of, long-lost-family-member-of, etc. The only exception to this rule would be if the family-of OC is developed in-thread (ie: brought in as an NPC, made into a blog later) or written by a friend.

          I will not even consider following you if you have no information pages. It doesn’t have to be overly in-depth, but it does need to give me a general idea of your character.

          You will see talk of two Starlight original characters on this blog by the names of Sailor Star Caster and Sailor Star Shooter. These characters were created in collaboration with kinmokuan and kinmokusen and are not to be used or referenced without our consent. Those listed as mains have consent.

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

          I do occasionally respond to greeters aimed at me specifically if the greeter isn’t generic. I do not respond to greeters aimed at multiple people. I don’t make greeters, but I do starter calls sometimes

          I prefer plotted threads. Any and all threads on this blog are expected to be plotted unless otherwise stated or a plotless starter call is offered. If you come into my inbox asking me if I want to roleplay, have a basic idea/thread suggestion first. if I approach you for a roleplay, I will do the same.

          My inbox, like the rest of my blog, is mutuals only, with the exception of headcanon questions and drabble scenario prompts, which anyone is welcome to send in. I’m an inbox hoarder. If your ask doesn’t get answered in a timely fashion, either tumblr ate your ask in the first place, or, (the more likely scenario) it’s still sitting in my inbox. If you’re worried whether or not I received your ask, you’re welcome to send another or send an IM to find out! If you’d like to continue an ask prompt I’ve answered, you are more than welcome to do so without asking first.

          I am multimuse-friendly as long as there is at least one (1) muse that I am familiar with! If you’re not sure which muse(s) I followed you for, feel free to ask. If your multimuse features (a) Sailor Moon muse(s), assume you can default to them for interactions.

          I adore duplicates. I am known to follow duplicates first to break the ice, so if this makes you uncomfortable   (I completely understand duplicate anxiety, though it’s not something I have with this muse)  please feel free to soft- or hardblock at your leisure with no hard feelings!

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 :

          I use single &lt;small> size, minimal bold and italic formatting, color dialogue and thoughts, and 58 x 58 gif icons but I am willing to accommodate you for your vision if you ask.

          You are welcome to edit the size of my formatting for your vision if you need. You are also allowed to fix any typos and / or grammatical errors you find in my replies. Beyond that, please do not edit my replies.

          You are not required to format your text or use icons when writing with me! Do what you’re most comfortable with. I am perfectly happy to do iconless threads if that’s what you’d like!

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 :

          All blog graphics were paid commissions from Kas at 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒.           Credit for all art used in my theme, pages, and graphics           can be found on the credits page on my blog.           Additionally, the sprites used in this post come from Ai-no-Senshi.net!

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 :

          If you’ve made it this far and still choose to follow me, you are accepting and acknowledging the rules you have read and I thank you for that and look forward to interacting with you.

          You also don’t need to worry about checking my rules on my actual blog since this covers... literally everything. I do recommend giving my various portrayal-related pages a look when you’re able, though!

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 :   @cosmophilic​ *   @luneysia *   @unmeiha​ ** @katabaseios @phoinixdown   @skullreaped **  @telereaped **   @hanahaken​​ **   @magifleur   @prinzessonne   @yinbug ** @toxinette ** @chataclysmic **

     * more Sailor Moon muses  //  ** Sailor Moon verse or crossover compatible

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even though Chiyo knows Naoko is her brother and treats him as such, she accidentally calls him her dad pretty often. Naoko doesnt really bother to correct her.

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𝕷𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖌𝖔 𝖙𝖔 𝖂𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 @ofconstellationsandsnakes​ (For: Any twst muse!)

Safe to say Naoko didn’t want to be out now, but nothing new was there. However, one of the few things she would spend her energy on was getting food. Thus she rolled out of bed, quite literally, and out the dorm to head towards the cafeteria. However her trip hit a bit of a snag when along the way she unfortunantly ended up running into someone, quite literally in fact. Grumbling in annoyance her dull eyes narrow in part due to said annoyance but also due to the sleep that still lingered. “What made you think stopping in the middle of a hallway was a good idea?” She huffs.