#sakitty

[flovverworks]

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭SAKUCHAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN

[aria0fgold]

Wait... I can rebrand my main blog into sakitty... I CAN GET SAKITTY! Hopefully. Not yet sure if the url is available but I can-- use many names for them.

[toestalucia]

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[sacrificium-the-kitty]

I get so happy everytime i see you in my notes, you literally have the best url, thank you☆

I'm glad! Bringing happiness to all the mhyk fans there are in tumblr >:3

[zzzenmui]

Sorry, sakitty, the sage is straight up going through it. and by "it", haha, well. let's just say. a mental breakdown.

[vollmond-laboratory]

In Love with this Noche of Imprisonment — Part 1

(Northern Tundra)

[Flashback starts]

Bradley: “You’re pretty damn persistent, Mia.”

Bradley: “Y’here to try and kill me again?”

Mia: “What if I am, huh?”

Mia: “You’re my prey, trash. This’ll be the day you take your last breath.”

Bradley: “Jeez, calm down for a minute, would’ja? Look here. I’ve brought you somethin’ good today.”

Bradley: “Somethin’ you’ll wanna eat almost as much as my mana.”

Mia: “What?”

Bradley: “Lookie here.”

Mia: “…Are you mocking me right now?”

Mia: “You must think I’m an idiot, trying to gift me the mere fruit of some common tree.”

Bradley: “Hey now, don’t jump to conclusions. My chef told me spoils like these are damn near unobtainable.”

Bradley: “It ain’t exactly easy to come by fancy sweets up here in the North, and these don’t taste half bad.”

Bradley: “Y’like sweet things, don’tcha?”

Mia: “…!”

Mia: “…”

Mia: “…I do like them.”

Bradley: “Glad t’hear it. We found it mixed in with some shit we stole a while back, but me n’my men don’t have any use for somethin’ so cutesy.”

Bradley: “If I’m rememberin’ right, it’s name is—”

[Flashback ends]

Mia: “…Bradley…”

Mia: “How long has it been since you were separated from these Northern lands…”

Mia: “…Ugh. Dammit, I’m furious… Just remembering it makes me so mad I want to scream.”

Mia: “…Ahh…”

Mia: “Bradley… If only I could see you again, just once more…”

Mia: “When that time comes, I’ll finally be able to—”

Bradley: “Achoo!”

Mia: “…!”

Bradley: “Tch, got sent flyin’ again… This fuckin’ injury…”

Bradley: “…Huh?”

Bradley: “Wait, ain't that…”

—

(Manor Dining Room)

Akira: “…Not here today either, huh…”

Looking around at everyone eating their breakfast that morning with Sakitty, I let my shoulders slump with a dejected sigh.

I could see Rustica gracefully drinking some tea…

Mithra stuffing his cheeks full of meat…

And even Mitile sipping at some delicious-looking corn soup — but still not the person I was actually looking for.

Mitile: “Are you looking for someone, Master?”

Akira: “Mitile…”

Akira: “To be honest, yes… Nobody’s seen Bradley around lately, and I’m starting to get worried.”

Akira: “It doesn’t seem like he’s out on a mission or anything, so I was hoping to see him show up today…”

Mitile: “Ah, I thought so! I’ve been worrying about it too.”

Mitile: “I’ve been up to his room a few times now, but he clearly hasn’t been there for ages… I was wondering if something might have happened.”

Mitile: “…He gave me some advice on my magic I forgot to thank him for the other day, so I was hoping to see him soon…”

Akira: (Diligently wanting to convey how he feels even though the moment has already passed… That’s really nice of you, Mitile.)

Mitile: “At first I thought maybe he’d sneezed himself somewhere far away again. But there’s no way he could’ve gone that far, right…”

Mitile: “What about you, Mister Rustica? Have you seen Mister Bradley around lately?”

Rustica: “No… I haven’t, regrettably.”

Rustica: “How about you, Mithra? Have you come face to face with Bradley recently?”

Mithra: “Now that you mention it, no, I have not. His presence has been gone from the manor for some time now.”

Akira: “So it’s true, huh…”

Akira: (I know that Bradley’s a powerful wizard, but still… I can’t help worrying when it’s been this long since anyone last heard from him.)

Akira: (There has to be some way we can find him, right…? Maybe I should ask Snow and everyone else for advice.)

Suddenly, a sweet and gentle scent tickled at my nose.

When I lifted my downtrodden gaze, Nero was there offering me a gently-steaming cup.

Nero: “Here, Sage. Why don’tcha drink this hot milk and take a breather for a while, yeah?”

Akira: “Nero…! Thank you…”

Nero: “Don’t mention it.”

Nero: “Uh, y’know… I’m sure that guy you were talking about just now is doing fine. He ain’t the sorta person who kicks the bucket that easily.”

Nero: “Could be worse, yeah? At least this time we can say he probably ain’t boiling to death in a pit of magma, or something like that.”

Nero glanced furtively over at Mithra as he spoke.

Then placed the plate of freshly-cooked meat in his other hand down in front of Mithra.

Mithra: “Oh, has something like that happened before? Whoever you are talking about must be having a hard time too, hm.”

Talking as if it had nothing to do with him, Mithra swiftly devoured his food. Somehow, despite his haphazard way of eating, he still managed to look like he’d be perfect for a picture.

Mitile: “Jeez…! It’s your fault that Mister Bradley is missing, isn’t it, Mister Mithra?”

Mitile: “He probably crashed through one of your doors in space while you were fighting a magical beast or something!”

Rustica: “Is that so? As expected of someone like you, Mithra. Always so magnificent.”

Mithra: “Is that so, indeed. I must say, I do not remember anything of the like occurring recently.”

Akira: (He really has no idea, huh…)

Nero: “…I understand why y’might be worried, and y’don’t have to try and force yourself to put it outta your mind or anything like that, but…”

Nero: “Y’gotta at least have something warm to drink to take the edge off once in a while, or you’ll end up wearing yourself out.”

Mitile: “That’s right… You’re always thinking about other people first, Master Sage.”

Mitile: “And anyway, Mister Bradley has always been fine no matter where he’s sneezed himself off to before. I’m sure he’ll come home unhurt this time too!”

Akira: “Nero… Mitile…”

Akira: “You’re right. This is Bradley we’re talking about, he’s probably doing just fine!”

As I spoke, I could feel some of my worry disappearing. Just as I thought about taking a seat to drink the hot milk I had in my hand—

Rustica: “If you’re looking for a distraction, Master Sage, why don’t you take a seat beside me?”

Smiling, Rustica pulled out the chair next to him. When I sat down there gratefully, his smile widened.

Rustica: “Oh, our kind and gentle Master Sage. I can only wonder how much distress and anxiety you must be carrying within your heart for our friend who has yet to return home.”

Rustica: “I hope this gift will help to clear away some of those clouds within you.”

Rustica: “«Amorest Viesse».”

After Rustica recited his spell, a small box appeared in my hand with a twinkle of light.

Inside the box were some beautiful looking truffle chocolates.

They were a gorgeous dark brown colour, adorned with something like pink topaz sculpted into the shape of a snowflake — or a magnificently blooming six-petalled flower.

Akira: “Wow…! This chocolate is so stylish!”

Mitile: “You’re right! They seem more like gemstones in a treasure chest than chocolate. I’d want to put them on display somewhere just so I could look at them all the time.”

Nero: “Hold on, there ain’t no way…”

Nero: “Issat Benedetta fruit?”

Rustica: “As expected of someone like you, Nero. You must already know all about the ‘fruit from the Tree of Victory’.”

Rustica: “Unfortunately, however, this is nothing more than an imitation — merely chocolate that resembles the fruit’s appearance.”

Rustica: “Please, forgive me for being unable to truly satisfy you.”

Nero: “Nah, it’s my bad for getting all flustered like that.”

Nero: “I was just thinking there’s no way an actual, real-life Benedetta fruit could be here with us right now, y’know?”

Mitile: “…Um, are Benedetta fruits really that rare? I’ve never heard about them before…”

Mitile: “That thing Mister Rustica said about them being from a ‘Tree of Victory’ is kind of cool, too…!”

Mitile: “Does eating the fruit make you stronger, maybe?”

Nero: “Haha… It ain’t anything as cool as that, sorry. It’s just some fruit off a tree.”

Rustica: “The nickname ‘fruit from the Tree of Victory’ comes from the guardian who once protected the Benedetta tree.”

Akira: “Eh? There’s a tree out there lucky enough to have its own guardian?”

Nero: “Yeah. If I’m remembering right, some kinda monster made the area around that tree its territory a long time ago. The sap it gives off is its favourite food.”

Nero: “Even if y’happen to run into some just laying on the ground, y’can’t try picking ‘em up ‘cause you’ll just end up getting attacked.”

Nero: “Besides, the Benedetta tree is a real rare species. It only grows up in Northern Country, so it ain’t exactly easy to find.”

Rustica: “Which is precisely why both the taste of the fruit and the process of acquiring it have so stubbornly remained in the minds of all that have tried.”

Rustica: “And so the nickname gradually spread. The fruit of the Tree of Victory, which only those who have defeated a terrifying monster may eat… You see.”

Mithra: “…Nom. Hmm. It appears to be nothing more than some sickly-sweet confectionary, however.”

Mitile: “Ahh, Mister Mithra! That wasn’t the fruit, it was chocolate…!”

Rustica: “Ahaha. I think it’s about time we all have an after-meal dessert too, hm?”

Rustica: “We’re all waiting eagerly for Bradley to return. So long as we keep our conversation going, the time between now and then will surely fly by.”

Akira: “You’re right…! Thank you, Rustica. I’ll eat this together with the milk Nero gave me.”

Indulging in the warmth of both Rustica and Nero’s care, I carefully picked up one of the glossy, shining chocolates. Right as I was about to bite into it, though…

Figaro (offscreen): “—Therefore, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”

Snow (offscreen): “You’re such a meanie, Figgypoo! Ozzy is already out on a subjugation mission, there’s no one else left I can turn to!”

Mitile: “Those voices… Is that Doctor Figaro and Lord Snow?”

Nero: “Sounds like they’re having some kinda spat.”

The two of them were clearly arguing as they walked into the dining room together. It seemed as if Snow had something he needed from Figaro.

Akira: “Good morning, you two. Is something going on?”

Snow: “Ah, Sage. You, at least, will listen to me, yes?”

Snow held a piece of paper out towards me.

Snow: “‘Tis a subjugation request. According to this, there is a monster rampaging among the snowfields further north than the City of Ice.”

Snow: “Its appearance is that of a gigantic snake, and its power is of considerable concern — or so I have heard. As such, the plan was for us Northern wizards to deal with the matter.”

Snow: “But, alas, I have seen neither hide nor hair from Bradley as of late. And so I am asking Figaro to fill in for him in his absence.”

Mithra: “So that is how it is, hm. Well, good luck with all of that, substitute Bradley.”

Figaro: “Hold on a sec, I haven’t agreed to anything yet — and you’ll be the key player there, Mithra, not me.”

Mitile: “Um… But, even without Mister Bradley there, Mister Mithra and Mister Owen are both incredibly strong, right?”

Mitile: “Even a horrible monster like that is no match for them combined.”

Mitile: “So why bring Doctor Figaro along at all? …He’s only a Southern wizard, isn’t he?”

Snow: “Ah, well, both Mithy and Wenny are terribly naughty children, you see.”

Snow: “If either of them were to realise someone who should be working isn’t, they would claim the circumstances to be unfair and vanish on us as well…”

Snow: “Even if we could get them to stay, ‘twould only be a matter of time until they decide to waste their energy fighting each other instead, neglecting the monster they were supposed to be dealing with in the first place. The fallout of such an event would almost certainly impact the City of Ice, too.”

Snow: “‘Tis situations such as those where having your dear Doctor around would be wonderfully beneficial to us, considering his social aptitude. Simply speaking: we want to take it easy!”

Figaro: “…So that’s how I ended up getting asked to help out, kind of. You’re really putting poor Doctor Figaro on the spot like this.”

Mithra: “You know, I suddenly find myself feeling as if I do not particularly want to go after all.”

Mitile: “I–I see…? So in other words, um… You’ll be supporting Misters Snow and White?”

Snow: “Yes, exactly! Normally we rely on dear Braddykins for that sort of thing, as he’s usually rather good at it.”

Snow: “Good grief. Where in the world could that boy have possibly disappeared off to for so long? I shall have Oz search for him when he returns, I think.”

At that moment, a sound suddenly reverberated through the dining room.

Rustica: “Oh? It sounds as though there’s someone knocking on the windowpane.”

Mitile: “Did something hit the window, maybe…? …I’ll go take a look.”

Mitile: “...This is…”

When Mitile turned around, what he had in his hand was a small cork, like the kind used to seal bottles of alcohol.

[mirikitakato]

[Translation] Reflections of the Moon in the Teardrops of Pavone: Episode 10

Keith: I'm utterly cowardly and despicable. I regretted it, but I didn't have enough courage to let go of the fame and career I had acquired. Angelo might even reveal my crime when he comes back. The possibility of the truth coming out haunted me. In a desperate attempt to control the situation, I found myself wandering in the Foster Research Institute. I thought if I asked Sage’s wizards for a favor, I might be able to find out how Angelo was doing. …And where the antidote for the Taboo Peacock is.

Mr. Keith bit his lip, looking at the Taboo Peacock.

Keith: ...I was afraid to face him, to accept the fact I was the reason for his disappearance. ...Angelo, I was such an idiot.

Mr. Keith crumpled to his knees, his face contorted in exhaustion.

Keith: ...I'm sorry, Angelo. I'm really...sorry…hic...

Cain: ......

The Taboo Peacock leaves rustled silently. Keith's tears were the only thing that shone quietly in the sunset, falling where poisonous nectar dripped.

---- oOo ----

A few days later. With Sakitty on my lap, I was playing cards with Cain and Bradley.

Akira: (Good feeling, good feeling. All I need is a 7…)

Bradley: Heh...

Cain: Now...

Akira: (Good! 7!)

I desperately tried to hold back the grin on my face and spread my cards.

Akira: Ahhhh...!

Cain: Bradley won again...!

Bradley: Heh, think you can beat me? Not a chance in six hundred years. The one who lost the most pays. Western pipe-man, get me a drink.

Shylock: Right away. But I must ask... how is the Sage’s wallet doing?

Akira: Not in the best shape, but I'm holding up!

The intense card game continued. I sipped my non-alcoholic cocktail, thinking about the inside of my wallet.

Cain: I thought this time I was going to win... But Bradley won everything...At this rate, it will be difficult to challenge Murr again.

Bradley: Speakin’ of that guy, I haven't seen him hangin’ around the Magic Manor lately. What's he up to?

Shylock: I have no idea either. He once barged into the bar, drunk and in a good mood, which was unusual for him... I wonder what he's been doing during his recovery.

As if cherishing a free-spirited stray cat, Shylock chuckled and placed a glass in front of Bradley.

Shylock: Speaking of which, have you gentlemen read the newspaper on the counter?

Cain: No...Any interesting articles?

Shylock: Dr. Keith Bird made a shocking confession. He said that the Taboo Peacock antidote research was actually Dr. Angelo Foster’s.

Bradley, Cain, Akira: ...

Akira: Mr. Keith told the truth.

Cain: ...What will happen to him now? It will be difficult for him to continue his career after this...

Bradley: What's with that sympathetic look? He's the one who brought all this upon himself. It was his own decision to end it. It's not our business to worry about.

Cain: ...You’re right.

Bradley: Seriously. Both you and Angelo are too kind.

Shylock: Indeed. Of course, that kindness is your charm as well... But sometimes, it feels like you shoulder burdens that even aren't yours to bear. I understand why Bradley is worried.

Bradley: Hey, who said I was worried?

Shylock: Oh, so you weren't?

Cain: ...Haha, thank you both.

Cain laughed and sipped his purple cocktail, as beautiful as the Taboo Peacock. Bradley shrugged and the glass clinked in his hand.

Akira: ...Oh, right. So what happened to the Foster Research Institute in the end? Since the owner, Mr. Angelo, is trapped inside the Taboo Peacock...

Cain: Now you mention it. The anomaly has been resolved, but there is no one to take care of the institute.

Murr: You wanna know?

Akira & Cain: Murr!

When we heard the voice, Murr was floating upside down. He was somehow wearing the same clothes as the last time we went to investigate the institute. He spun around and landed in front of me, holding out his hand.

Murr: Sage, let's go!

Murr took me to the Foster Research Institute. The Taboo Peacock tree, which had returned to its original form, was glistening in the orange sunlight. However, what caught my eye first was what was under it.

Akira: ...That's...

Murr: Someone must have left it here. Go ahead and read it, Sage!

Mur handed over a large stack of papers.

Akira: (……Amazing. It's full of writing.)

I couldn’t read it, but I understood what it was. This must be the fruit of Mr. Angelo's blood and sweat as he researched on the Taboo Peacock.

Akira: ...Mr. Keith returned it... ...Huh? There's another piece of paper on the ground here?

Murr: Oh, that's mine! It's a summary of the aftermath of when I was given the antidote last time, and also a summary of when I tried it out on Keith!

Akira: M-Mr. Keith?!

Murr: Keith asked me to do it. He said he wanted me to test the antidote on him, and that he didn't mind how much he suffered from the Taboo Peacock’s poison. Apparently, it's Keith's way of making amends!

Akira: ...I see...

Murr: If we repeat the tests and announce the results, scholars and nobles will be amazed! I'm still in the process of verification, but the efficacy seems to be fine. The day the antidote spreads to the world may not be far off!

While saying that, Murr was painting something on a wooden board he brought from somewhere.

Akira: ...I hope the Taboo Peacock is accepted by people, little by little.

Murr: Ahaha, as expected, the Sage also wants that.

Akira: Yes, that was Mr. Angelo's wish, and...I really like the tree too, I'm going to be sad if people rejected it.

Murr: I see! So that’s your honest answer to your own feelings!

Akira: ...But when Murr asked “Do you want us to sacrifice our true selves in order to be good kids and loved by humans?" I was hurt. I think of all the Sage’s wizards, as friends. I also want everyone to stop doing things that will make others hate them. But maybe there are more important things to everyone than being disliked by others. For instance, what if a medicine existed that could neutralize Murr's magic, rendering him harmless to humans? He could become a "safe-for-human Murr." But if he became this new Murr, loved by everyone, would it come at the cost of his happiness? In that case, is it always right to force acceptance on something that everyone fears?

Murr: ......

Akira: Ugh…this is difficult… ...I'm sorry. I couldn't give you a definitive answer to the question you asked then.

Murr: No, that's enough! It's charming to see the Sage thinking about something!

Murr laughed and flew up into the sky, proudly holding up the painted board.

Murr: ...Alright, completed!

Akira: Letters on the wooden board...Is it a sign?

Murr: That's right! Murr Hart Research Institute! This research institute is mine from today on!

Akira: Huh?!

Murr: I bought it because I didn't want it to be taken away by someone else due to the owner's absence!

Akira: W-w-what…? You, you bought it!? Where on earth did you get the money for that!?

Murr: I told you. I'm good at finding patrons. I even took care of a mouse that snuck into the salon and meow at them, while I was at it!

Murr said it nonchalantly and proudly. As soon as he recovered from the Taboo Peacock's poison, he kept disappearing somewhere. Without a word, no explanation. He did the impossible with ease.

Akira: (...Murr is amazing) You’re truly a genius of the century. So cool!

Murr: Meow! I got praised! Trees with Dryads are rare! I want to see it for hundreds of years! With this, I can observe it whenever and as much as I want!

Murr: ...So, Angelo. I'll borrow your research institute for a while. Maybe in a few decades, maybe in a few centuries... Until I see the end of your dream.

The Taboo Peacock leaves rustled softly, even without a breeze blowing. Maybe it's my imagination, or I'm just being overly positive…. But the sound of its rustling seemed like a word of gratitude.

Episode 9

P/s: I'm pretty sure the "mouse" Murr mentions is the con artist that tricks both Angelo and Keith.

[sentofight]

"You can pet him if you want", it's a gesture toward the bright orange—almost fiery red—cat resting in their arms, looking rather imposing and disinterested. Although, Akira smiles, somewhat weary, an assurance that it truly would be fine. "He likes being praised as well. Don't you, Mimi?" to which said cat yawns, causing Akira to laugh in response. "I...think being close to animals can help the soul, especially now", after so much was lost and so much was gained. (EINAR. POSTTYPE0. not sakitty but. other kitty

He wouldn't be here, in Rubrum of all places if it weren't for his wife. Finding the remining of her family and friends is his new mission. He's no longer a captain in the Milites Army--heck, there is no longer Army to go back to, and good riddance if he can say that.

Would things be different had more people objected to Cid's plans? Who knows, and nothing can be gained with wishful thinking. What happened, had happened. People are still grieving their lost ones. No amount of apologizing he can do to ease a mother's pain or a child's for losing their family. Their blood is ...indeed on his hands. That's why he will do whatever he can to move on. His left hand reached to squeeze on his now unfunctional right magetik arm. So much had happened and he is not one bit regretful that he lost the use of his right arm. A small price, yes? perhaps...

This young man is familiar, he had seen him before--Rubram soldier? Mm.. no. He can't recall his position but he knows he was probably the only one pulling the cadets' bodies out of the rubble even when they are dead and no longer able to remember them. It struck something in the captain's heart to see that. To defy that fate the crystals set upon them--forget the dead, don't be dragged by the sadness. Yet, this guy was risking his life for ...the dead, too. How bizarre. At least, Einar is grateful that a gentle soul managed to survive this hellscape.

Though what initially made him come to a stop was not the young man, but his companion. Animals because of the war fled away from cities so it was rare to see them back to where people are. The cute feline definitely won his heart instantly--any cat would. So, when the offer to pet it was available, he wouldn't say no to this chance.

" . . . Alright," Einar took a step forward, leaning to reach his left hand towards the majestic looking feline. At first, he was hesitant. Not because he was scared of it, he was scared for it. The foolishness and greed of humans what made this little poor guy homeless. It does not take a genius to see that it belonged to someone who took good care of it.

Fingers carefully touching the cat then opt to scratch its head softly before he eased in to stroke its fine fur. Yeah, this is therapeutic alright. He missed Vitalis now. The white cat had to stay with his uncle until they finish their business her in Rubrum.

"True ..." he voice trailed off in thoughts. If only ...

"Mimi...is it? Is it your cat?" now a soft smile finally managed to curl his lips. "He is indeed a fine cat," popping its nose.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm pain. | @flovverworks

[ravaenaa]

Əvvəl çox danışan o qız indi çox sakitti...

[green-follower]

💖💛 とき宣も 咲希に出逢うと ときめくの 🐙🌈 #小泉遥香 #とき宣 #ときめき宣伝部 #清井咲希 #さきてぃ #たこ虹 #たこやきレインボー #sakikiyoi #kiyoisaki #sakitty #taconiji #tacoyakirainbow https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv73CFWB3kr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1go7uibz9dfk5

[extravachance-moved-blog]

WHICH RARE CAT BREED IS YOUR KITTY SPIRIT ANIMAL ?

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LaPerm

You are loyalty incarnate. There is nothing that matters more to you than the people you love, and there is nothing you wouldn’t do for those closest to you. You may be a little suspicious of new friends, but once you create a bond, they have your undying loyalty.

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[flovverworks]

feeling dizzy thinking of akira & the sacrificium. gets a kittycat from the twins goes yaaayyyy what is it for^^ "if you get into danger it will keep u safe by taking a hit for u" 😨 <-the worst thing akira has ever heard in their entire life

[aria0fgold]

YAY!!! YIPPEE!!!

I FINALLY GOT THE LAST BADGE TOO!

I was a lil sad I couldn't get that during April Fool's but finally... I have them all! On... my main though 😔 It's such a pity you can't equip badges from main on sideblogs.

[kituyfied]

sakitty :D

[sacrificium-the-kitty]

NEW SKIN! From mewotheblackcat to sacrificium-the-kitty aka sakitty. 'Tis still I! With a new form!

[arbitrarygreay]

Maro is pro and facilitating, Yuukarin is idol-inappropriate, and Dawa doesn't even realize Nakazawa having to run damage control on her babies and Misono wants popcorn