#ooc. hope this is alright !

[hoshiina]

pairing: narumi gen x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he's always thought that anyone would do if he just wanted to find love but he realizes you're the one he wishes for, inspired by pop song by yonezu kenshi

warnings: some profanities from narumi

wc: 1300

Narumi Gen hated a lot of things, but one of his least favourites of all time was "true love". He despised when people would describe their love for another as "true love". It couldn't possibly be that serious. Just say you loved your partner. That was probably the extent feelings got to anyways— you just so happened to like each other at the same time. To him that was plenty of a feat alone, why would you have to make it sound like more than it is? For the sake of love? Ridiculous.

To him, that was truly all love was. If there was someone who liked him when he happened to like them too, that was enough. No need for years of pining, no need to get attached to some unrequited love. All that noise about love and destiny surely wasn't all that necessary.

Now, this wasn't to say that he didn't wish to find love— because he did. Like any other person, he truly wished to be loved. It was just that what he had in mind wasn't some deep pure love that'd last forever, nor was it a promise for eternity. He just wished for a light-hearted "I love you" here and there with someone he found special.

And for that, anyone would do. He'd find someone who fancied him along the way, and hopefully he'd like them back. That was all there was to it.

This meant his plan for finding his partner was sitting around and waiting. As horribly lame as that sounded, because he was Narumi Gen, this wasn't that hopeless of a plan. So, that's what he did. He'd go around saving people and doing his duties (to the absolute bare minimum) while making sure he was constantly trending, hoping that one day, someone would like him.

Today he was standing around for a solid five extra minutes after he defeated the honju with ease, hoping the media would snap some nice pictures of him, or he'd finally charm someone this time.

"Captain, you ought to stop that," you said. "It's rather embarrassing, you look desperate now."

"Oh, would you shut up," he said. "You're ruining my good name!"

You snorted. "What good name," you scoffed.

"I'm starting to think its your fault I'm not charming anyone. Perhaps if you didn't stop me every time, someone would have found me by now," he said.

"Yeah, right. Captain Ashiro seems to be having no issues charming people and I've never seen her try to," you said.

"You little shit," he said.

"Besides they're going to be utterly disappointed if they think this is what you're like and then they find out what you're… actually like," you said, and he was starting to think you wanted him to fire you. "It's okay. Someone will see how you're actually lovely at times soon."

"What?" he asked, shocked by what you said.

"What?" you replied, confused.

"You— you said lovely," he said quietly. Suddenly he felt flustered.

"Oh," you said, looking away and avoiding eye contact. It wasn't like you didn't mean to say that, but you didn't think it was that big of a deal. Rather, how flustered he sounded took you by surprise. “Well, you’re a little lame but you’re a good guy. Like you pretend you only do it for the media, but I know you’re always checking the alleyways that don’t have as much surveillance just in case, and checking alleyways isn’t something a captain has to do. And we both know the media isn’t writing about anything you do there. Things like that.”

“You never know!” he said, and you snorted.

“Alright then,” you said. “You do you, Captain.”

“I will!” he said back, trying to sound proud.

A week had passed and here he was, doing what he always did after arriving fashionably late to the scene and taking all the kaiju out in a matter of minutes: standing around trying to look good. Because he wanted love, and anyone would do. Anyone who liked him was supposed to do.

...

And yet he wished for you.

He wished that when he woke up, the first thing he would see was you. He wished that you'd smile at him everyday with love and genuine joy the way you did to others, and he wished that you’d smile that way to him alone. He wished that after a long day, he was the one you came home to. He wished from the bottom of his heart that you would always be safe and no harm would ever come your way. He wished that your days were filled with laughter and smiles and he knew he would risk his life to protect that.

It was so unlike him in a way he absolutely hated. True love was supposed to be nonsense and someone being ‘the one’ was supposed to be some dramatic line in a movie. It upset him, that he was so utterly fond of you. Yet, no matter how much it upset him, it didn't change the fact that he was, and he couldn't deny it anymore after trying to ignore it for the full week.

So here he was, acting stupid again, hoping that you’d scold him again or tell him he’s embarrassing himself, because that’s what it’s come down to. He just wanted another reason to talk to you.

But you wouldn’t come to stop him after 10 whole minutes.

“Why aren’t you stopping me?” he asked, irritated.

“Pardon?” you asked, utterly confused.

“Why aren’t you telling me to stop?” he asked again. He was aware how silly he sounded, but he was pissed off that you meant so much to him so he had to take it out on you.

“Because you told me to stop last time??” you replied. “I thought you were going to keep this up until you found yourself a partner.”

“You’re the one who told me to find someone that saw how I was…. lovely…. at times,” he said, but said the lovely very quietly. Remembering that you had described him as lovely made his cheeks burn and he’d rather die than let you see that.

“I mean, yeah. I do think you should,” you said.

“Don’t you notice, though?” he asked quietly, avoiding eye contact. There was a moment of silence.

“I do,” you said, and immediately he looked up to face you. You had a grin on your face and you looked so proud— you looked like you had won a game. Oh, how he hated you.

“You’re so annoying,” he said, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Rich coming from you,” you said.

“So, do you—,” he started to yell before cutting himself off. Carefully, he tried again. “Would you please… uh… be mine…?”

Oh, this is so embarrassing, he thought. Perhaps you’d laugh at him, but he wanted to do this properly, or at the very least try to. He’d be far more than just stupid to mess this up now. He was finally in love.

But your laughter never came. When he looked up your eyes were wide and you looked so flustered, but soon you had the most beautiful smile on your face.

“I would absolutely love to,” you said.

So he kissed you right then and there, because there was nothing he wanted to do more at the moment.

He laughed a little.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“No, nothing,” he said.

There was no way just anyone would do— it had to be you.

[ruporas]

post ep 11

[marchleader]

Say, it's been a while since you two talked to Eyepatch. I think she has cooled down by now. You should check on her.

(This doesn't go towards the ask counter)

Amane is the one who looks for her first. Cat wanted to but you are...rather sure that's a bad idea at this point. She didn't expect to be mediating between these two versions...it's funny how things turn out sometimes.

She isn't sure where she could be in this prison though...with everything bleeding together as it is.

[everybodyshusband]

I hurt my ankle ;( could i possibly request for Regressed Dew getting comforted with his hurt ankle via swiss and mountain?

of course you can request that ! i'm sorry this took a while to write, dear anon. i hope your ankle is starting to feel better, love <3

It starts with a thud. The quiet noise of a certain fire ghoul falling onto the soft, wet grass, followed almost immediately by quiet sobs that Dewdrop is clearly doing his best to stifle. Mountain hears him first, the glass of the greenhouse thankfully allowing sound to pass through.

The earth ghoul's ear twitches in the direction of the distressed noises and he makes the decision to set down his trowel and investigate. He brushes the dirt from his hands onto his gardening apron, making sure to take if off and hang it up on its proper hook before walking out of the greenhouse and setting his eyes on Dewdrop.

The little ghoul is sitting on the ground, one leg drawn up close to his body, the other laying out straight in front of him, the ankle already beginning to swell. He's crying, which isn't always out of character for the fire ghoul depending on the situations he finds himself in, but the little hiccups he's letting out after every sob that escapes him can only mean one thing.

"Little one?" Dewdrop looks up when Mountain speaks, tears tracking down his cheeks. "Oh, my darling, are you hurt?" Mountain rushes over to Dewdrop and reaches a hand out, swiping his thumbs over the little ghoul's cheeks to rid his face of tears. It's a pointless effort (his tear ducts immediate work to replace any tears Mountain brushes away) but the way Dewdrop leans into Mountain's touch and closes his eyes signals to the earth ghoul that the little ghoul seems to appreciate the gesture.

"I- I wanted to say hi at you, so I runned," he tries to explain through his sobs. "But I falled over and ankle hurt..."

"Oh, love," Mountain sighs, pulling Dewdrop into a hug, careful to not jolt his injured ankle. "Should we take you up to the infirmary? Get you all fixed up?"

Dewdrop shakes his head emphatically through his hiccups. "No! Wanna Swissy cuddle," he pouts, wrapping his arms around himself to emphasise his point.

"You want to see Swiss?"

"Uh huh. Wanna Mountain and Swissy cuddle."

Mountain can't help the way his face splits into a genuine smile at Dewdrop's admission of wanting to be wrapped up in his hugs. "Well, sundew," (Dewdrop chirps happily at the nickname despite the fat tears still rolling down his cheeks) "how about I carry you back to the commons and we can wait for Swiss to meet us on the couch for cuddles, hmm?"

"Yeah!" The fire ghoul nods excitedly and claps his hands at Mountain's suggestion. The earth ghoul lifts him up as carefully as he can, purposefully avoiding contact with Dewdrop's sore ankle and slowly makes his way up the hill towards the ghouls' commons.

The walk isn't a long one, but with a squirming ghoul on his back with an ankle that shouldn't be moved about too much, the journey ends up taking almost double the time Mountain usually walks it in. The earth ghoul is mostly quiet, occasionally encouraging Dewdrop in his nonsensical babbling to ensure the little ghoul stays distracted from his pain, but he mostly stays quiet, content to focus on keeping Dewdrop's leg and ankle straight as he holds him.

"Mounty," Dewdrop starts, the earth ghoul immediately tuning back in. "Wossa 'commons'? You sayed 'commons' wossat mean?"

"You want to know what 'commons' means, love?" Mountain clarifies.

"Uh huh."

"It's a fast way to say 'common room'," he explains. "You know the room with the couches outside all of our bedrooms?" He elaborates once Dewdrop is silent for just a bit too long for him to have properly understood what Mountain originally meant.

"Ohh, the big room?"

"Yes, that's right, little one!" Mountain encourages. "The big room."

Dewdrop hums. "I like the big room. 'S warm. And Swissy gonna be there too!"

"Yes, he will." Mountain sends an anti-prayer to whatever lower power is listening that for Dewdrop's sake, Swiss will already be in the common room when he and the little ghoul arrive.

As luck would have it—or maybe that prayer really did work after all—Swiss is laying sideways over one of the armchairs, legs dangling over the one of the arms of the chair, his back resting against the other. "Hey, uh, Mount? I think you have a limpet stuck to your back," he teases, grinning.

"Swissy, 'm not a limpet!" Dewdrop protests as indignantly as he can manage. "Imma ghoul."

The multi ghoul smiles at Dewdrop's voice. "Oh, of course! How could I forget!" He rolls off of the armchair landing purposefully onto the floor with a loud thump, making Dewdrop giggle, the fire ghoul's entire body vibrating against Mountain's own.

"Swissy you're silly!" He laughs. "Mounty can you let me down p'ease? I wanna Swissy-Mounty cuddle now."

Mountain lowers Dewdrop onto one of the couches slowly, careful not to let anything bump his sore ankle before seating himself at Dewdrop's side and letting the little ghoul curl into his side. Dewdrop reaches an arm out and makes grabby hands in Swiss' general direction, encouraging him to join the mini ghoul pile.

The multi ghoul gladly approaches, but stops short once he catches sight of Dewdrop's ankle. "What happened, Dewy?"

Dewdrop glances down at his ankle and Mountain has to rub his back softly as the fire ghoul begins to tear up all over again. "Falled over..." he mumbles quietly.

"Awh, baby, you poor thing." Swiss kneels on the floor in front of the little ghoul and cradles his face in his hands. "D'you want me to try and make it feel a bit better now, or do you want to wait for Aether to help you later?"

"Mmm, I dunno..." Dewdrop has begun to twist his shirt in his hands as he does his best to answer Swiss' question. "Maybe... Aefer?"

"Good choice, love," Mountain mutters into Dewdrop's hair.

Swiss nods in agreement. "I'm sure it still hurts a lot, but Aeth'll patch you up in no time, little guy. Plus," he adds, whispering conspiratorially, "if you're really well-behaved when he fixes your ankle, he might have a couple stickers to spare for you, hmm? How does that sound, baby?"

"Stickers?" Dewdrop asks, mouth agape in surprise. "Want stickers!"

"Well then it's a very good thing you're such a good, well-behaved boy, isn't it, love?" Mountain strokes Dewdrop's hair as he speaks, sharing a soft smile with Swiss as the little ghoul begins purring and wriggling further into his hold. He inclines his head to Dewdrop's other side, glad when Swiss takes the hint to move from the couch to wrap his arms around the little ghoul. Dewdrop's purring kicks up a notch as Swiss joins him and Mountain on the couch, loudly reverberating against the two ghouls he's sandwiched between.

It may have started with the thud of Dewdrop falling over and injuring himself, but it ends with a happy fire ghoul purring, sandwiched in between two of his loving packmates, their arms wrapped tightly around him as they calm him down.

[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

i demand timbern for the ask game /jk

How dare you come into my asks and demand that I talk abt my favourite ship after I reblogged a ship ask game! /jk

I think it goes without question that I ship it lol

What made me ship it?

When I first got into DC (Tim Drake) the only Tim ship I was really aware of was timkon due to its immense popularity. I ended up really liking it (and still do!) but every now and then I'd see posts of people dunking on timber (mainly because they were bitter abt Tim not ending up with Kon). I decided to look into the ship more to see if it was really as bad as people made it out to be

And next thing I new I had a new favourite ship and favourite character lol (Bernard Dowd they could never make me hate you)

2. What are your favourite things about the ship?

There are so many thing I love about them. But I think one thing that doesn't get talked about enough was how Bernard knew Tim before he knew Robin. Yes technically Tim was still Robin when they first met, but that got upturned relatively quickly and I think they spent more time together without Tim having Robin then vice versa. So many people in Tims life that he's close with knew the mask a while before they knew him (which is a fascinating relationship in itself) and E grieves is one of the few times we see Tim without any sort of mantle. I think that there's something special about the fact that Tim, with all his identity and attachment issues around his superhero identity, ended up with one of the few people who knew him (even for a short while) as just Tim Drake.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

The fact that they have less content then other ships that have been around for decades longer is enjoyable. It means you get to fill in the blanks

I feel like with ships that have been around for so long there's less room for ambiguity to fill up. Everything is already there for you, which is fun don't get me wrong! But having the freedom to be creative and come up with ideas in a way you couldn't otherwise is part of the fun

[mouthymercx0x0]

Starter Call: Growth 2.0

So posted this story call a while back but, I wanted to finish my quene first and I am gonna be truthful. I have lost that starter call and it's been so long I wanted a fresh one.

This starter call is all about Wade getting to know be and growing relationships. These Relationships can be of any kind. I just finished my Quene last night and I really want start some other RPs.

[electricea]

also just on another note, i heard about misty's va (rachael lillis) dying - growing up with pokemon always meant so much to me as a kid, it really was my comfort fandom before i knew what a comfort fandom was and among other things, i used to love watching pokemon as a kid and even had some of the tapes - misty was such a strong character and i loved how decisive she was and how she wasn't afraid to get into squabbles with ash, whilst still being a steadfast and supportive friend and it was always cool seeing her arsenal of water pokemon. jessie is also just an undisputed queen, truly someone who picks herself up time after time in the face of defeat and still perseveres and slays. rest in peace and thank you for so many amazing memories and bringing these lovely ladies (among others) to life.

[cervicorvus]

Some Homestuck beach doodles based on a recent unfortunate sunscreen incident that definitely didn’t happen to me ft the aftermath of said incident and why “shirtless Jake English” is now viable on an insurance claim on Earth C 👀

[doctorbrown]

Ain't life just a hell of a thing??

I'm not dead just—y e a h.

I'VE GOT SO MUCH SHIT TO CATCH UP ON AAAAAAAAA - prompts that I unfortunately had to abandon halfway through, replies, chatting with people, picking up those fics I also had to put on hold...

Doc is neither forgotten nor dead, I promise

[byanyan]

spent most of my day just completely zoned out negl

[autobotmedic]

Other 'excellent' human terrors for Ratchet's clever little thinker: The Stuff, Event Horizon, Killer Clowns from Outer Space, and maybe Underwater.

That about covers the gambit of human comprehension of terror.

[ why are you doing this to me. what have i ever done to you.

[mrthenarrator]

Me: *shoves N into the same room as Narry*

N: NO! I'VE SEEN ENOUGH MEN THIS WEEK! ARE YOU TRYING TO TRIGGER MY PTSD?!

Me: Oh come on it will be fine! Just say hi! It will be good for you to have a friend at the collab! *pushes her towards Narry*

N: *stumbles and then dusts herself off before giving Narry a look of disgust.*

Me: Say hi!

N: Eat sh*t. *flips of Narry*

Me: *facepalms*

The Narrator looks at N patiently and nods. "Well... Hello to you too." He replies simply, he vaguely thinks to a certain adventure line he knows and opts to take a more composed approach. "You are in the marching band collab as well? I can't wait to see you there on the day of performance, then. What instrument are you playing?" The Narrator asks curiously.

[iiguess]

OOC. Man, if I had the courage and energy to draw them, y'all wouldn't see the end of my ideas—-

[mod-jazzy]

Team Donum Gift Art!!

(( hello hi it's me, jazzy !!!! You mentioned me in "your end of year comic" meme and!! I am, not good with words!! Or responding to compliments so!! I drew!!! Your fellas!! Your little guys!! Where words fail me art got me!! IN ALL SERIOUSNESS... Thank you for the kind words!! <3 <3 It was a little fun surprise for me to see myself mentioned (via Eden blog) in your post and it made me happy!! You are always very kind to me and always supporting my silly EdenBlog!! I always look forward to updating so I can read your comments/tags on my posts!! idk if thats weird to say tho wehhhhhh BUT!! Thank you again for the kind words and your support!! I hope you don't mind this awkward post of me trying to be nice and hope you don't mind me drawing your little guys!! Have a nice new years!))

[ @ask-team-donum ]

[discourse-slenderman]

Greetings, I Am The Archivist.

I Come To Request Information For The Purpose Of Collection And Archival Of Slendlr And Adjacent. Would You Be So Kind As To Help Me Upon my Quest of Knowledge?

If So, Please Answer The Following Questions Below.

If You Do not Have An Answer to Questions Or Wish Not To Answer Some, Feel Free To Skip them. Some Questions May not Be Applicable To All Characters.

Additionally, All Questions Are Strictly For The Slendlr Character(S) Listed Here: Discourse And Proxies

And May be Answered In Character Or By The Blog Moderator(S) Out Of Character And Are Not Asking For This Information Of The Moderator Themselves.

Questions

Character's Name/Aliases:

Nicknames (If Any, And By Who If Specific.):

Gender And Pronouns:

Orientation (If applicable.):

Are They A Slenderman (Regardless Of Gender), Slenderfolk, Slenderbeing Or Adjacent/Other/NA:

Status (Alive, Undead, A clone, Etc.):

Relationships (Romantic or Queerplatonic If Applicable):

Familial Relationships: (If Applicable):

Additional Relationships, Please Specify (Ex. Friends, Allies, Enemies):

Are They 'Related To/Based On' Any Specific Animal/Creature/Plant/Etc (Real Or Fantasy If Applicable):

The Character's Gimmick Beyond Being A Slender (If Applicable):

Is The Character And Adjacent Blog A Lore Heavy Blog:

Any Fun Facts You Think Are Important To Note:

Is There An Image/Drawing You Are Ok with The Archivist Using As A Visual Reference Of the Character Alongside The Written Archived Information Provided?

Final Question. If You Are Not Having A Good Day, The Archivist Hopes It Will Get Better.

Thank You For Your Time And For Answering What Questions You Felt Comfortable Providing Answers For. Have A Good Day.

,Sincerely The Archivist.

(( 1. Character names/aliases: Discourse/Discourse Slender(“man”) —they also have a deadname but I don’t know if this applies to that? <:D

2. Nicknames: disco(anon), disco birdy(anon), dandelion/dandie(flirtatious), that-fucking-bird-that-I-hate(mod), others I can’t remember. and every insult in existence /silly

3. Gender and pronouns: ..shrug.. and any/all! (note: the pronouns most frequently used by them are they/them)

4. Orientation: Skipping because mod genuinely doesn’t know.. I am not the most knowledgeable with terms..

5. Are they a slenderfolk: Yeah they’re a slender :]

6. Status: Alive as of now <33

7. Relationships: in a romantic relationship with Flirtatious-slenderman, and Absurdly-Tall-Flirty to an extent

8. Familial relationships: They have a familial relationship with their proxies/crows.

9. Additional relationships: they are close friends with Pink-slender, friends to an extent with Eviler, possible acquaintances with Icelandic-slenderwoman, petty rivals with LearningFrench-slenderman, and the relationship regarding Hero is complicated, though they’ve made acquaintances with the alternative timeline hero recently.

10. Are they related to any specific creature: They’re a slenderfolk-animal hybrid, primarily mixed with a crow (and also with various traits inspired by other different animals) (the crow species of which they are based off of is the American crow)

11: Character’s gimmick beyond being a slender: think of a loud commentary-drama YouTuber mixed with a professional news reporter also mixed with a (questionably sane) theorist

Collect their discourse

12. Lore blog/character?: They are/the blog is a mix of lore and silly

13. Fun facts:

• They have a certain tattoo somewhere on them now(via anon magic)

•they were originally 5’4ft but had an inch permanently taken(anon magic) so now they’re 5’3ft

•they are obsessed with shiny objects/trinkets and are easily distracted by them. They have a tendency to steal shiny things. They enjoy having shiny glitter on everything.

•their blood can be poisonous if consumed in large quantities (say, like if you drank all the blood in their arm)

•they like Garfield The Cat

•they like Goldfish crackers; their favorite flavor being the flavor-blasted kind

•Discourse has taught their self the Nixon Dimension language, and has multiple notebooks dedicated to it

���their tentacle microphones act as lie detectors when spoken into

•they choose to eat physical food for fun, but they don’t really need to, since their true diet is other’s emotions. Each emotion tastes different to them; their favorite being anger

•they have a non-attached glittery microphone they carry around with them

• their color symbolism is orange

I also have like a GAJILLION more fun facts with them honestly

Visual references!!:

And would you like anything on their variant(s) as well? /nf :]

{Moving on to Their Crows/Proxies:}

( Discourse’s murder is quite large; only a select few have been named. )

1. (Mentioned) Names: Pasta, Bloodshot, Tubberware

2. “Nicknames”: The/Discourse’s Murder(generally), My Proxies/Crows (Discourse), Mama Pasta (mod referring to Pasta specifically )

3. Gender and pronouns: the crows don’t really have a set concept of gender, per se, but they do have pronouns they’re referred to as!

Pasta: She/Her

Bloodshot: It/Its

Tubberware: He/Him/Tey/Te

4. Are they slender: other (Crows)

5. Status: all alive

6. Relationships: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. Familial Relationships: Eachother/the rest of the murder, Discourse

8. Additional Relationships: Some of the murder were fond of the Hero from this dimension (and some were not), and most of the crows like Flirtatious. (Note: In general, the crows are quite docile or neutral, unless prompted otherwise. Or unless it’s Bloodshot.)

9. Creature?: crows

10. Lore?: There’s some lore (seeing at they are lore in of themselves), but the murder is very sillayyy

11. Fun facts:

•There are probably atleast 50 of them.

•There have been about 3 generations of the crow family so far, all staying with Discourse.

•All of the crows have extended lifetimes due to Discourse’s presence.

•The crows are the only birds not automatically turned aggressive from Discourse’s influence/existence.

•Discourse has every crow’s needs, likes, personalities, and overall everything memorized.

•They all wear personalized bandanas and badges made by Discourse.

•Some of them act as messengers for Discourse.

12. Specific Funfacts:

•Pasta is very motherly and friendly; Her bandana has a gingham-yellow and white pattern, and her badge says her name with “food critic” written underneath it! She is also one of the messenger crows. She is the most articulative crow, knowing more words than the rest, and is the only one who knows how to write sentences, let alone words. This is due to Discourse teaching her.

•Tubberware is a bit clumsy.. but tey mean well! Tey have a green, blue and white gingham-bandana, and their badge says their name with “Motivator” underneath it! Tey can’t write due to tem constantly dropping the pencil. Tey also have a tendency to nest in cabinets and- you guessed it- tubberware dishes!

•Bloodshot is a very.. energetic nestling. It has a red and black fire-patterned bandana; It has no badge as of now. It loves shiny knives and weapons. It is also the most likely to peck your eyes out, since it’s verryyyy territorial. It is also easily distracted. And it keeps getting into the illegal fireworks

(There are no available visuals of any of the crows yet, not even of the named ones)

{ Important note: Any info here may be subject to change! }

And last but not least of all, thank you!! I hope you have a nice day/evening/night! :D

-the mod 💙))

[rosavulpes]

Yawning , as he pushed back on the frame of his glasses to have it better rest over his nose . He'd softly smile , nodding his head once in thanks to the flight attendant that had come by to ask if he'd needed anything else . Whispering politely in response that he was fine .

" ありがとうございます。元気です。"

While he'd since turned off his overhanging lights as to not disturb any of his nearby fellow passengers as they lay asleep in their seats , it was hard for him to do the same as they did . To let his eyes lay closed for too long was not something he could risk at the current moment . So awake he lay just as he'd been when he'd first boarded .

While there was always a feeling of melancholy that accompanied him when the time had come for him to leave behind one teacher in order to seek out his next . When it had come to leaving behind the mentors he'd found in the western part of China in order to travel elsewhere ... this time around ? He'd left behind his recent former tutors on very uncertain terms .

Which was why during the extent of his travels from the western part of China to the east , he'd swapped his face numerous times to avoid detection . Changing his identity , changing his appearance , changing his voice , all to ensure that he wouldn't be followed by those that might be seeking him out even now . Looking over his shoulders every now and again . Even now , on this commercial airplane flight destined to take him to Japan that had departed from Hong Kong . He remained alert while appearing aloof .

Remaining calm , remaining unfazed , he'd put in extra work on his dialect to ensure that he even sounded more like a rural chinese local than a western traveler . Neither over playing his part or slouching . As far as the authorities knew , and as far as any of his fellow passengers knew ? He nothing more than a rural young man , born far outside the capital of Beijing , traveling to Japan to seek employment , and education as a cheaper alternative to doing so in the mainland to support his elderly parents .

Then ? In a few days ? His identity would change once more , his current persona would disappear in favor of the one that he was planning for now to stick with for as long as he remained in Japan . Keichi Furude . A student moving from the rural Gifu prefecture to study in Tokyo on a yet unclaimed scholarship .

His new documents , new identity , and new face would be waiting for him once he was well outside of the airport .

Staring from his window out towards the distant lights that where drawing closer with every passing minute . Only about an hour remained until they touch down , and as the gentle hum of the plane's turbines rose above the soft silence of the cabin space he wondered if they'd gotten his last letter . It had been some time , quite some time since he'd last written to them . His last later mailed before he'd begun his time training with the League of Assassin's . Or rather , before they'd found him . Seemingly wasting away in a remote prison cell in the country after a brutal fight with the other inmates that morning during breakfast . However , Bruce had been detained not by mistake earlier on . But by his own choice .

While he couldn't relay exactly where he was , and what it was that he was doing at the time of putting pen to paper . What they would know was that he remained alive , a very generalized description of where he was , and a lie of what he was there for . Which was far more than what most of the world knew of Bruce Wayne's current whereabouts . Of course , Bruce had used cyphers , invisible ink , and all other manner of different methods to disguise his true identity/messages to peering eyes but all that meant was that he'd inadvertently created an air of mystery when it came to exchanging messages . A game almost .

With a soft smile , a genuine smile . He wondered if they'd looked forwards to getting his letters as much as he did theirs whenever he was able to receive them . How long did it take for them to figure out which letter was his among the many that their family already received daily ? How long had it taken them to figure out , and decrypt his jumbled word puzzles ? He knew . They'd tell him , as a way to test one another's wits but it'd be nice to hear it from them in person this time around .

He'd first meet Rukia & Byakuya Kuchiki when he was a child many , many years ago . Back when he lived happily with his mother , and father in Gotham City in North America . The Kuchiki Families visits weren't frequent , but their company was always far more enjoyable than those of the Gotham Elite's families . He remembered those days playing tag with them in the outdoor gardens , hide n' seek , reading , and much more . They'd even been one of the many faces that Bruce had seen present during his parent's funeral after they'd been killed . The murder that shook all of Gotham , and beyond . Everywhere the Wayne Family and their influence had touched . Though he certainly hadn't been able to laugh , or smile when seeing Rukia or Byakuya on that day . Still , they'd been , and remained good people . Good friends to him . Of which he had few . He'd learned much later on that that basis for the meetings had been to establish Wayne Enterprises overseas in that part of the world . Products , knowledge , and most importantly their philanthropy practices . It was a partnership that still ran to this day with the Kuchiki Family and their business . Though Bruce had long since cut ties with the corporate happenings of Wayne Enterprises after he'd left Gotham altogether .

Alfred kept him aware of important changes every now and then but ultimately Bruce knew that as far as the overseeing board that now ran Wayne Enterprises was concerned ? Him being out of the country all this time meant that they didn't need to deal with him , he wasn't going to assert control , despite him still having inherited majority stock control .

As time passed , and the tires of the airplane squealed as they touched down on the runway . Slowing down , Bruce would rise once everything had settled . Taking his items out of the overhead carry on luggage bin .

On top of collecting his new identity , documents , and new face once he left the airport he'd stop to collect a few extra things that he had shipped over by freighter a few days earlier on before he'd boarded his flight . While one of these souvenirs had been a bit harder to obtain than the other , he'd always promised them that he'd gift them something that would represent a piece of journey around the world so far .

For Byakuya ? He'd obtained a scimitar , originating from the middle eastern part of the world . Shaped , forged , and sharpened by expert hands . Meticulously made to look , feel , and handle like it dated back to the 18th Century .

For Rukai ? He knew of her love for the Chappy the Rabbit mascot character ever since they were kids . It's face , and likeness appearing on products the world over . Especially the Chappy doll she'd carried with her everywhere she went to which , he'd managed to pick up a special edition version of Chappy the Rabbit that ran for a limited time in Sweden . He's spotted it in passing while he'd briefly been in the country while attending a university there , and knew he'd be remiss to not pick it up for her . So Chappy , as well as some other imported Chappy branded chocolates , candies , and other collectibles would take a part of his luggage as he drove down the highways of Japan . Wanting to make it to Tokyo by dawn .

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