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thebirdarts · 7 months

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The Death of Family

blood stains, innocent blood stains harder. The blood of those you love stains forever. For prompt 6 of @owlcatober , family [click for better quality and notes are under the cut]

this did not happen but also this is what actually happened, the true version of events, not whatever cold and callous series of events actually took place in the mansion on that night.

this is the metaphorical representation of what happened.

her best friend dying in her arms, white dress getting stained by the blood. fingers intertwined the same way as when they practiced dancing. she dies with a smile on her lips and muras eyes are heavy with grief, taking in every detail as the blood pours out from the gash marring her friends beauty. something in her shatters at the same time as the woman in her arms heart stops beating. something shatters so badly that all is left is glass dust, impossible to put back together. in the warped light the blood looks pink and the shadows on her dress seem akin to the bloodstains on her friends. the only thing unstained, the last gift, a wreath of pure white flowers.

What is left after you kill the only person you let in your heart, other than to become a monster.

so this is entirely for the symbolism. mura wouldnt have her classic hairstyle yet [hell i didnt colour in hair or eyes because muras current ones are dyes/changed] and they both would be younger and given shes using gonna use the body to set up someone she would not have time for a melodramatic finger-entwined kinda embrace.

but the drama!!!!

the parallels to the pieta are intentional [but hey what dead body cradled in someones arms cant be related to it]

her friend is the sacrificial lamb for muras permanent decent into villainy. with her friend gone she has no reason to care for others beyond her own survival.

in many ways this moment is more important that mura overtaking her father, this moment seals her on her trajectory. in many ways this froze mura in time, and planted the largest crack in the wall of her image of her fathers excellence.

ive mentioned it before but the only way for mura to be happy and anywhere near normal, would be someone interfering before this point. as soon as her friends heart stopped beating shes locked in her path and beliefs.

it has a roundabout connection to the prompt, it damages her relationship with her father, and also regardless of the label, her kinship with her freind is a powerfull bond, and their extend lifetimes meaning that the growth they shared was not over years but decades, makes her so important to mura, and in some ways family.

an alternate title would be 'death of innocence' or rather the death of muras last shred of compassion and love.

the two fracture points are mura and her friends hearts. i will use the shattered glass motif till i overuse it.

also yes the braid around muras bun thing in the future is a replacement for the wreath of flowers her friend gave her. heartless my ass. for somone who wants nothing more than to forget what happened she sure doesnt let herself forget.

anyway! girlbesties!!! dont we all kill each other and parts of ourself just for the approval of greater forces!!! betray and scar each other in ways that will last forever!!! whats a friend but a sacrifice waiting to happen!!

notes on the piece over, this is now a personal update:

so this was delayed cause i overexerted myself, unfortunately this means my weekend to relax and do some more prompts is now spent testing the limits of how many painkillers i can take. im mostly annoyed, but hey! still have plenty of jojos to watch /read, and ds9 & the expanse are up next on my watch-list so its fine that i cant move any muscle connected to my shoulders without crying in pain! please ignore the pile of corsework i have to do!

this isnt at a level of quality that i would like it to be, but i am happy with it. no artist ever is fully satisfied with their work, its just this time there is a larger distance than normal.

these notes have been long! thank you for reading so far! i hope your weekend is going well!

#thebirdarts #mura hagdaughter #owlcatober 2023 #warning: this work includes copious amounts of projecting and unprocessed feelings. proceed with caution #hashtag girlbesties #friends that die together. haunt forever #but no this is the key point for mura and is what locks her into her path #one day i will write it because muras internal justifications are just so tragic and messed up #she gets SO close to breaking through #but no.#wotr

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thesolemnhour · 6 months

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A bit late but 🩰 for mura?

I'm loving reading your takes on different performers and performances, and the sadlers wells books by lorna hill are suddenly looking ripe for a reread. My own old ballet hyperfixation is looking to rear its head.

You're not late at all! It makes me so, so happy to hear that you've enjoyed reading my dumb lil takes! Unfortunately, you have inspired me to get even more conceptual than before, so I assign Mura Ulyana Lopatkina's Giselle Pas de Deux! (Edit: SPOILERS FOR GISELLE below, although you've had like 150 years to watch it lol)

I couldn't find the footage for Ulyana separately so the part I really like for Mura is at 0:28-1:40 and the entrechats at 5:47-6:26.

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The way that I really like to read Giselle is as the world's most tragic coming-of-age story. She is young and naive and in love then she dies. She becomes an adult through the act of dying. In Act 2, she's wiser and more mature than she's ever been, but it doesn't matter because she's dead. She'll never get to go back and actually live and be the person she is now. That's such a powerful way of conceptualizing regret!

I don't know that Mura herself necessarily feels much regret about her choices, but I do really like to think of her story through that lens. Giselle's moment of dying is Mura's moment of killing her friend. Whoever Mura could've been if that moment had gone differently is gone, and we'll never know what could've happened.

I picked queen Ulyana for Mura because beyond just her obvious extension and elegance, I think she really plays Giselle in act 2 as someone fundamentally different than she was in act 1. The youthful joy and innocence are gone; Giselle is now an otherworldly (and somewhat unnerving!) presence. Oh, the way that one decision can lock us into a path forever!

#ballet ask game🩰#sorry i got kinda out there with this one i hope you still enjoyed it!#the music in this section makes me cry

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long-manic-nights · 1 month

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hi! if youre still taking requests with the prompts you rebloged, id love to see you write "cute kisses on the tip of their nose" (not verbatim but it wont let me copy paste it) for akamido (pre reformation akashi, basically "evil" bokushi) and/or murahimu. Thank you! Hope this made sense and was cohesive. Take care

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kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.

Akamido (before Akashi went insane)

“I swear to God I have no idea how you do it”, Aomine screamed at him, pissed off, as Midorima entered the gym.

This wasn’t something new at all. Ever since Akashi and he started dating two months ago, his friends have been throwing that type of comments at him left and right, sometimes with little to no context. Most days were exactly like this, just entering into a room only to be received with growls and complaints, like they truly believed he could do anything to save them.

“What’s going on?”, he asks, as he avoids Kise’s attempt to say ‘hi’ to him with a hug, but he knows what’s going on.

“Nothing, Midorima-kun. It’s just Aomine-kun being a baby”, Kuroko answered.

“I’M NOT A BABY”

“Mine-chin might be a baby, but he’s right”.

“I’M NOT A BABY, MURA. FUCK OFF”.

“What torture device are you testing on them now?”.

“I have no idea what you are talking about”, Akashi smiled, playing innocent.

“Seriously, I have no idea how you’re not terrified of his psychotic, sadistic head”, the teen insisted.

“Who said he isn’t?”, the captain smiled again, raising an eyebrow, and Midorima had to swallow his laughter.

He walked closer to him, the shorter teen still standing with his arms crossed on his chest, smirking at them like they were so much less than him. Midorima was simply a sucker for that kind of expression. He lowered himself, face to face, with a little smile, and Seijurou didn’t move, just stayed there, head looking forward, and Shintarou couldn’t help but to give him a little peck on the nose.

“Hi”.

“Hi”, Akashi murmured back. “Okay! Let’s start!”.

Inspired on this glorious fanart

#akamido #akamido drabble #knb #knb headcanon #kuroko no basket #knb headcanons #gom #generation of miracles #midorima shintarou #kuroko tetsuya #aomine daiki #akashi seijurou

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kaaytea · 2 years

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hi, i hope you’re well! am i able to request okumura x reader where they take a nap together? :’) i love ur okumura series SO much

Where One Goes, The Other Follows

Okumura Koushuu x Miyuki!reader

Warnings: implied female reader, super fluffy, Mura has long hair bc I say so

A/n: Hello Hello! I'm so glad people are vibin' with the Mura and Miyuki!reader thing because I think it's super cute. This was really fun to write, enjoy 💕

“Are you sure it’s ok for me to be in here?”

You rolled your eyes and turned to face your bedroom doorway before plopping down onto the plushy comforter of your bed. Okumura stood awkwardly at the threshold that separated the hallway from your room; the boy shifted under your gaze as he stood silently, his eyes glided over the little knick knacks and photos he could see from the doorway that decorated the space.

“You’ve been in here so many times before,” you huffed, “Why are you worried about something like that now?”

The catcher sighed, giving in at your words because, well, you were right. Okumura had been in your room many times before, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it felt different—you both were older now, had long since moved past the “just friends” stage, and this was your personal room, not a Seidou dorm room.

“Kou stop stressing and come cuddle with me,” you whined before flopping onto your back, your hand extended into the air silently asking for him to join you. You heard the boy sigh again, followed by the soft sound of footsteps on carpet. A calloused—but gentle—hand intertwined with the one you were holding up and slowly both of your hands rested comfortably on the bed as Okumura settled down beside you.

A happy hum left you as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend and moved to lay on top of his chest, flat down on your stomach, head resting comfortably on his shoulder—the same content noise came from the catcher beneath you, one of his hands coming to sit securely on your back.

You laid on him, contentedly in each other’s holds for a few long, silent minutes, the only sound filling the room being the soft breathing of the two occupants. Your right hand drifted softly across his chest and shoulder, drawing random patterns on the toned muscles that lay beneath the cloth. Your focus moved from his chest to the long strands of blonde hair splayed out on the bed; your fingers ran through the locks, twisting them gently around your finger before letting them fall back onto the sheets below.

Okumura had changed a lot since his first year at Seidou. Physically, of course, he was different—he had gotten taller and his body had filled out more thanks to the rigorous athletic schedule the team was on; his hair had also grown longer, sitting slightly above his shoulders, but you had watched Okumura mature from a rigid, blunt boy into the observant, fair leader he was today. He had shed his cautious attitude and fallen in love with baseball again, as well as fallen in love with the girl who had shown him that baseball could be so much more than just a game.

“Your hair has gotten really long,” you said quietly, brushing the loose strands away from his face. Okumura hummed in agreement, his free hand twisted the ends as he inspected the blonde lock.

“I’ll cut it after graduation.”

“That's just a few months away,” you whispered. Your third and final year at Seidou was coming to a close faster than you wanted it to. Summer break had just started, but that also marked the beginning of the end for working as the team's manager with the summer Regional Tournament just around the corner.

You were starting to understand how Kazuya felt when he was in his third year.

“If you were drafted by a team, would you go?”

It was an innocent question, but it hung in the air with fatal intent. Okumura was your rock, and you were his. If he left you’re not entirely sure how you’d handle it—you’d be reliving what you had two years ago, but this time instead of your brother leaving, it’d be your boyfriend.

“I don’t really know,” he said. Okumura’s hand ran comfortingly up and down your back, “I guess it would depend on what team it was.”

“Oh.” You pressed your face into the crook of his neck, melting into his touch as his hand continued to trace soothing circles on your back.

“No matter what happens, you’ll always be a priority for me,” Koushuu whispered. He shifted the both of you onto your sides so you could face each other. “I want to stay with you; no amount of pro teams could convince me to live apart from you.”

“Even the SoftBank Hawks?” you teased as you pulled him into a hug.

Okumura’s face scrunched up in distaste at the mention of the team.

“I would turn them down instantly,” he said. Okumura pulled you closer to his chest and nestled his face into the crook of your neck. “I do not want to be on the same team as your brother.”

“But it’d be so much easier for me to cheer for one team than two.”

“Then you can cheer for my team when I win against your brother,” he quipped back before pressing kisses from your neck to your jaw. The sensation of your boyfriend’s lips grazing your skin caused laughs to escape from you as you tried to wiggle from his reach, but his hands held you in place, trapping you in his arms.

“Ok, ok!” you squeaked out between laughs, “you’ve made your point! You're the better catcher!”

Okumura pulled away from your neck and placed a final kiss on your forehead. He looked down at you in his arms, a warm feeling filled his chest as he watched you.

“I’ll need that on paper.”

“Sure, Koushuu,” you whispered back, a slight laugh breaking through in your voice as you leaned your head up to kiss him properly.

When you broke apart he pulled you closer to his chest and tucked your head under his chin. You stayed there, in the safety of his arms, listening to his heartbeat as you both slowly drifted to sleep, knowing that no matter where one went, the other would be right beside them hand in hand.

#kayquests #okumura koushuu x reader #okumura koushuu x miyuki!reader #okumura koushuu #daiya no ace x reader #daiya no ace #ace of the diamond x reader #ace of the diamond #okumura koushuu oneshot #okumura koushuu scenario

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dorkydragon · 2 years

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Yakuza games kanji info 19

Yumi Sawamura (澤村由美, Sawamura Yumi)

The lovely flower made of steel.

...also known as:

Mizuki Sawamura (澤村美月, Sawamura Mizuki)

澤 sawa = swamp

村 mura = village, town

由 yu = wherefore, a reason

美 mi = beauty, beautiful

- About her given name: Yumi is the one who kickstarts more than one significant series of events, whether willingly or unwillingly.

Nishiki kills Dojima to save her. Kiryu takes the fall to protect Nishiki. The lonely and underestimated Nishikiyama becomes a ruthless man while Kiryu is in jail for 10 years.

She works with Kazama and Sera to steal Jingu’s money. Nishiki found out and revealed it to the Tojo Clan, prompting a massive hunt for the money and the girl who is the key to get to it.

Her disappearance brings Kiryu and Haruka together to look for her, eventually forming a deep bond of mutual love and trust between them.

She dies taking a bullet to protect both her beloved daughter and the man she had always loved, ensuring their survival and giving Kiryu a powerful reason to retire from the criminal underworld.

Of course the protagonist’s love interest has a kanji in her name that means ‘beauty.‘ In fact, if you find a woman in the series who has the syllable ‘mi‘ in her name, then her name is most likely written with this same kanji.

美 mi = beauty, beautiful

月 zuki = month, moon

She kept the kanji 美 for her other name/her sister’s name. It’s not uncommon to see siblings with similar names that have the same kanji. Now the ‘moon’ part is interesting: the japanese name of her symbolic tattoo, the Queen of the Night, is 月下美人, read as ‘gekkabijin’ - literally “moonlight beauty.” As you can see, the plant’s name has the same kanji as Mizuki.

What about the meaning of the moon itself? From greenshinto.com: “For Buddhism, the full moon is a symbol of enlightenment, and the phases of the moon indicative of the ever-changing nature of life. Nothing is constant except change itself. For Shinto the moon is a symbol of the wonder, beauty and awe of natural phenomenon, compelling realisation of mankind’s place within Daishizen (Greater Nature), a true creature of the environment.“ We can see Yumi changing ‘phases‘ like the moon as the story develops: the innocent childhood friend and first love, the amnesiac new mother fighting for survival and the determined, courageous woman who works against her enemies and makes sacrifices for the sake of the ones she loves.

Extra - Here are some characters with the same kanji in their names:

(澤 sawa) 澤田有希, Sawada Yūki

(村 mura) 谷村正義, Tanimura Masayoshi

(美 mi) 宇佐美勇太, Usami Yūta

Extra 2 - Here are other ladies who also have the kanji 美 (mi) in their names, as mentioned above:

笠原清美, Kasahara Kiyomi

鳥山美恵子, Toriyama Mieko

朴美麗, Paku Mirei

#ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #sawamura yumi #yakuza games kanji

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fonmythenmetz · 1 year

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Part 2/2 (part 1 here 👇🏻)

So Murasakibara appears, frowning at Kuroko. He didn’t come to collect the order, and Himuro sent Mura to bring it, as it was getting cold. And - there’s a lot, several trays of heavy bowls. He’s not complaining, but it takes effort to balance it all in his arms.

The thing about Murasakibara is that he’s The Tall Guy. He’s been The Tall Guy for a long time. Of course, he teases everyone for being short, but he’s just as mercilessly teased right back, and the difference is that on his side of tallness he is alone. He’s seen people taller than him in media, but they’re as good as fictional. So he’s just chilling up there in the clouds, in his grown-in isolation; maybe it makes him a bit bitter, maybe a bit apathetic. That’s what he is, The Tall Guy.

So when Jason Silver places a huge hand on Kuroko’s head, says to him “sit, sit, I’ve got this”, winks at Nash, stands up at full height and offers to take the food, Atsushi’s brain takes some time to catch up. Looking up, not down at someone is surreal. He just stands there, blinking. Probably gaping. Silver raises a brow at him. Takes the trays like they weight nothing. “What is this? Smells good.” He says. Kuroko gives an innocent smile. “Of course. Murasakibara-kun made it. He’s a great cook.” Silver turns to him. “You did? You’re the chef?! I thought you’re kinda young.” Atsushi clears his throat, but no other sound comes out. So much for that excellent mark for English test. Kise pats him on the back. That’s when Nijimura comes to his senses and orders everyone to go do their goddamn job, yes, Kuroko, you included. Nash refuses to eat at first, but gives it a try under Nick’s piercing glare. (And it’s good. Wonderful, actually. He tries not to show it, but he can feel the boy’s eyes across the whole room, glinting in curiosity. Whatever. Nash has no idea what kind of “invisibility” Daiki tried to tell them about. He feels like inside him there’s a compass of somewhat organic origin, pointing at the boy constantly. He doesn’t even need to look to know where he is. He’s becoming uncharacteristically fidgety for some reason.)

Lol I got carried away. Anyway Kuroko (and everyone) take shifts every day. Kuroko tries to get the Jabberwocks’ table (so that they don’t end up hungry or poisoned again! No other reason!), but even if he’s busy, they just wait until he or Kise can tend to them (Kise suddenly seems interested in working at the first floor, too. Mysterious change. Midorima adjusts his glasses.) After closing they go and play streetball (they drag Haizaki, Midorima and Akashi with them, too). Oh boy, Nash’s reaction after learning about misdirection. Kuroko scores on Jason with a phantom shot and they just love it. One evening, while the jws wait for the food (Atsushi and Himuro told them that they’ll do a special, so they don’t have to order from the menu) another customer, likely a bit drunk, yells at Kuroko, splashes soup all over the floor, and throws a glass. He shouldn’t have done that. You ask me if Silver can meteor jam a person, I tell you that he can. I don’t know if Nash can make a vital organ disappear with a snap of his fingers, but he definitely can make a fork suddenly appear under someone’s ribs. He’s that great at magic. Did I mention that Allen, as a pre-med student, knows fifty two ways to end someone so that it looks like an accident? Well now you know. Aomine does, too, because he has to save the guy from being double-handedly windmill dunked through the window. “You know ma boy made that soup right??” “But I’m allergic to beans!” “Why the fuck did you order bean soup then, you illiterate motherfucker?” Kagami proposes they just sit back and watch. In the end no one dies, of course, but the odds of the guy ever again screaming at waiters decrease greatly.

#knb #knb last game #knb extra game #nash gold jr #jason silver #kuroko tetsuya #nashkuro #silvermura #i want it to exist #murasakibara atsushi #vorpal swords #jabberwock

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silvestromedia · 1 month

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SAINTS FOR MARCH 12

St. Peter of Nicomedia, Roman Catholic Martyr. According to tradition, he was a chamberlain at the court of Emperor Diocletian at Nicomedia. Arrested for being a Christian when the last great persecution of the Church was launched at Diocletian's command, Peter was cruelly tortured by having the flesh stripped from his body and salt and vinegar poured and rubbed into the wounds. Finally, he was roasted to death over a fire. He is ranked as one of the first victims of the last persecution by the Roman Empire. Feastday Mar.12

ST. MAXIMILIAN, MARTYR IN AFRICA

Bl. Joseph Tshang-ta-Pong, Roman Catholic catechist and Martyr of China, put to death for the faith.Feastday Mar.12

St. Alphege, 951 A.D. Bishop and prophet, called "the Elder" or "the Bald." Also known as Elphege, he was the bishop of Winchester, England. There he ordained St. Dunstan. A holy prophet, Alphege is credited with helping to restore monasticism to England.

St. Mura McFeredach, 645 A.D. Irish abbot and disciple of St. Columba. He was named abbot of Fahan and is patron saint of Fahan in County Derry. Also called Muran and Murames, he is remembered by one of his crosses that remains standing at Fahan.

St. Paul Aurelian, 573 A.D. Welsh bishop. Probably of Roman-Welsh descent, he was the son of a local Welsh chieftain. He studied under St. Illtyd at the Ynys Byr monastery and, according to tradition, was granted permission to become a hermit. Ordained, he nevertheless gathered around himself a group of followers and acquired such a reputation for goodness that a king in Brittany asked him to preach the Christian faith to his subjects. Paul sailed to Caldey Island in Brittany soon after and founded a monastery at PorzPol on the island of Quessant. Later he established himself and his followers at Ouismor. There, over his objections, he was made a bishop, although he was finally permitted to resign after several years and retire to Batz. He was reputed to be able to perform miracles.

ST. INNOCENT I, POPE, He became Pope, succeeding Pope St. Anastasius I, on December 22, 401. During Innocent's pontificate, he emphasized papal supremacy, commending the bishops of Africa for referring the decrees of their councils at Carthage and Millevis in 416, Mar. 12

St. Seraphina, Roman Catholic laywoman known for her self denial and acts of penance as a young girl. Feastday March 12

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the-one-who-lambs · 2 months

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It’s me! The corny. Now i just watched that spoiler passage. I haven’t re-read (because I’m waiting for 4pm so can do another 24 hours)

I was thinking back to every chapter, recalling the fact that the red flags were always there. Tell me if I’m on the right track.

To begin, we will go with what you said about chapter 1, when Shamura first found Narinder. That instead of taking him for the sake of it, Shamura took Narinder to better the power of the old faith. Which I believe you stated in stream as well. Shamura was never looking out for the life of an innocent child, hell they have probably killed many. Maybe if Nari had died as a kitten Mura wouldn’t of cared. Other pointers could be putting off of how to care for Nari? Though that could be chalked up to genuine loss of time.

“People who love you will also hurt you” to me this is a clear pointer to the relation between Shamura and Narinder. Of course this can also relate to all of them. But it seams far more tied to this pair. Though Shamura grew to love and care for Nari. Ultimately, every time he stepped a foot out of line, Shamura would be angered. I don’t remember with who or what chapter (maybe it’s the later ones with Leshy) where Nari offered an idea, perhaps it was the idea of being the bishop of chaos, and Shamura was instantly angered. I’m pretty sure he angrily glared at Nari, which made. Nari back off apologising.

Also could more red flags be just generally the entire way Shamura taught them. They were kinda raised on a biased view. All the books and lessons they were taught were most likely in line with how Shamura viewed the world. Their own ideologies of both mortals and other immortals. Intentionally or not, Shamura raised them in the ideologies that would benefit them and the old faith.

And due to Shamura’s views and role as a bishop, he also completely desensitised them to the view of death, Maybe that could also tie to the fact the Narinder is bishop of death. And Narinder did tell Kallamar that he’d always take care of them.

But overall, Shamura taught them death would either never happen to them, which made them complacent to their spontaneous and reckless decisions, or if by small chance they did die. Their brother would take care of them through the afterlife. Which we know that didn’t happen, due to their relationship rift. Shamura put a stop to ever conflict between them, basically before it started, so when a dangerous one that they could contain came to play. They did not know how to work through it.

Excuse any pronouns or spelling mistake.

Hi. I may have rotated this delicious analysis of Care + Keeping in my mind for the past few days.

I'll make an explanation post about it in a bit, but in my writing Q+A stream, I talked about a theme I included in that fanfic that I intentionally kept buried in the subtext. :)

#hannah's rambles

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herequeerexitentialfear · 8 months

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Working on a refrence sheet for mura. I've drawn her outfit so many times by now it is surprisingly easy! Also I've decided some of the slashes on her trousers contain pockets, or even just another hole to her knives strapped on her leg. Her inv is stored in her trousers! And her shirt is separate from her over trousers, the shirt is tucked under both of the trousers

Its cause the outer one has cuts for the bunched up fabric of the trousers underneath to peak through. Same for her shoulder ones, but those just have the shirt under so they are less puffy, and the fabric onto is tie-on. [The fabric undef the trousers may or may not be some hidden trousers that look like a skirt. Disguise 101.]

Her outfit is a balanced of projecting the image she wants, and given that means no obvious weapons* or storage, she hides it all, there are knives and an abundance of pockets in her trousers, and spellscrolls[and more knives, and p much anything that can be flat] in her boots and the boning channels on her corset also have lockpicks, as well as her tie on sleeves [not pictured but dark and above the shirt sleeves] having slots to store things.

*She often preffers projecting danger and skill but looking like your just a noble on a walk and don't have the storage/tools to do insert crime here is a good skill. She can take out her knives or put on a cloak to look intimidating, but you can't change your baseline outfit from something like thieves leathers or armour to look more innocent. So her base outfit makes her look like just a noble passer by.

#mura hagdaughter #thebirdarts #thebirdwrites #Well this ran away from me lol #She has layers #One is projected indifference and style #The other is knives #Ngl I'm a suckered for charecter design that tells you alot about the charecter #So I'm glad my thrown together outfit can do that #The rouges gear isn't that bad #Just doesn't fit her charecter #The hood and cloak are an extra layer to put on in some situations #But she's going for the refined sellsword look

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dwineink · 2 years

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my love for you was real.

“I love you. Please always remember that my love for you is real.” Mahinang sabi niya habang pareho kaming nakatingin sa kalangitan.

Kumunot ang noo ko. “Why do you always say that?” I asked. “Ang alin?”

“Say that your love for me is real.” He pursed his lips before smiling. He squished my hand and kissed it.

“Kasi sa panahon ngayon, pwede mong sabihin sa isang tao na mahal mo sila but you don’t really mean it?”

“Really? May ganon ba?”

He chuckled. “My innocent little one. Wild ka lang sa mga berdeng usapan pero inosente ka sa iba.” I just rolled my eyes and pinched his cheeks. “Che!”

“Marami ngang ganon. Ang salitang mahal kita parang naging normal nalang at nawawalan na ng halaga. Observe your surroundings, baby.”

“Wala naman akong kilala na ganyan. Lahat sila serious when it comes to those things. Sadyang gago lang mga nahahanap nila.” He smiled when he heard me cussing and gently flicked my lips. “Mura nang mura, bad ‘yan.”

I covered my lips and did a peace sign. “Sorry baby,” I whispered.

“Hayaan mo na, just don’t be comfortable swearing too much okay?” He said and I nodded as an answer.

“Well, as I was saying, kaya may mga gagong nahahanap ang mga kaibigan mo it’s because those people don’t have real feelings. Kumbaga, companionship lang ang hanap.”

“Bakit may mga ganung tao? Di ba nila alam na nakakasakit sila?”

“I don’t know. Maybe they’re not ready for a commitment yet, or maybe… no one has ever made them feel what real love is.” He said.

“Paano mo naman kasi ibibigay sa ibang tao ang isang bagay na wala ka.”

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charredbrie · 4 years

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Kurobas Valentine’s Day Event 2020 Day 1: MuraHimu

Decided to participate just because I feel inspired. Thank you so much @vanilla-daydreams and @theuglycrybaby for making this possible. So yeah for Day 1, I have decided to do my ultimate ship, MuraHimu. Also, thank you @tastytatsu for your support *cyber hug* <3

DAY 1 Prompt: Chocolates/I don’t remember having these many hickeys, but I don’t mind.

Summary: Atsushi is at lost on how to make Muro-chin happy this coming Valentines’ Day until a certain baked good catches his attention.

Word count: 3, 855 words

Rating: T

Atsushi is lost. Why, you ask? It’s because v-day is approaching fast and being in a relationship with the one and only pretty boy, Himuro Tatsuya is enough to make his knees go jello but he is totally lost on how to please him. He may appear to be a monster on the court but he must admit that he is at lost on how to make his Muro-chin happy. After all, he is in his first-ever relationship with a guy, and a pretty one at that (did I say it twice?). He has this gut feeling that once v-day comes, Muro-chin is gonna be swarmed with lots of delectable chocolates that he won’t even notice his. He sighs in defeat as he put his hands on his pockets. He is currently loitering around Yosen’s hallway after class, trying to think of something to do. He knows that Muro-chin doesn’t really like sweets so giving him a chocolate bar or any sweet confectionaries is out of the picture. And now, he is more than reduced to aid in his dilemma.

He has seen his sister make a big fuss about v-day and chocolates for his boyfriend but is it normal for him to make a fuss though? He cringes at the thought. He isn’t a girl to give out chocolates. He is standing at 208 cm for goodness’ sake. But at the same time, he wants to do something for Muro-chin since he knows that the boy loves spoiling and indulging him a lot. He isn’t stupid per se, he just doesn’t want to think about unnecessary things and he is just lazy to exert any effort or energy to every single stuff that doesn’t concern him. And he knows that Muro-chin’s effort means a lot to him so for the first time in his life, he actually wants to do something for the boy. He tries to think of more options. He has seen Sachin’s hand made a scarf for Kuro-chin’s birthday way back when the Kisekis has their meet up. He tries to weigh his option of doing that but actually gives up on the thought knowing that v-day is gonna be in a week and there’s no way in hell he can finish that.

And thus, out of options, he clutches his hair in frustration and just decides to go to the convenience store and grab more snacks. His brain cells are burning him alive and he’d rather eat more snacks than pass out because of damaged brain cells.

Upon arriving at the convenience store, Atsushi wastes no time to grab all his favorites and place them on the basket hanging on his right arm. He passes by the magazine stand and browses from magazine to magazine thinking that it might give him some good ideas until his purple irises catch one particular article.

‘Hm, interesting. It’s a pain to do this but whatever.’

He carefully reads the article and an idea had struck him like thunder. He grabs the magazine and goes straight to the counter to pay for everything. He then proceeds to the nearest grocery store to purchase the stuff that he will need to practice on but not before fishing out his phone to send a text to his older brother. He needs a hand to obtain something that underage kids can’t.

-x-

February 14th, Friday. The day has finally arrived and Atsushi couldn’t be more excited because he has perfected this particular recipe that catches his attention after several attempts of learning it. He gets a little bit guilty because these past few days, whenever Muro-chin wants to do something together, he has usually declined it for the sole purpose of practicing his baking skills. He doesn’t want to look at the rejected face of his pretty boy because he knows he’s weak and he will just give in to him and in the end, he can’t make any preparations. And thus, he steels his resolve just to this day. After all, he is doing this for the sole purpose of surprising and making Muro-chin happy.

He wakes up really early to prepare for it since it will also be good for breakfast and Atsushi has put into mind that if he’s gonna join the battle called V-day, it might as well attack early. At least he knows that whatever comes after it, it will be pretty bland for Muro-chin compared to what he has to offer. He hates losing after all.

Silently, he tries to tiptoe and moves carefully as possible so he won’t wake Muro-chin who is sleeping peacefully on the other bed. He bends underneath his bed and reaches out for the package that he has received yesterday from his brother. Slowly, he slips off the room and proceeds to the dorm kitchen and starts his work, starting with pre-heating the oven to 165 F.

He is going to do Kaiserschmarrn - an Austrian dessert that is meant to be destroyed into bite-sized pieces but he decides that it should be good for breakfast in bed because it is just actually a pancake with some complicated baking. He gathers his purple locks into a small ponytail first and takes Muro-chin’s light blue apron with a seahorse print, he then proceeds to work. He needs ten eggs, the whites should be separated from the yolks. One by one, he starts breaking and separating it. He puts the egg whites in the fridge since he learns by now after practicing that egg whites are better whipped when cold. He measures the flour and baking powder and dumps all of them in a bowl. He takes the yolks and whisks it and then mixes in the sugar and heavy cream. He goes to his package that his brother has sent him and pulls out a bottle of Contreu (orange liquor) and rum. Thank goodness for his brother who is always been supportive of him that he has his hands on this adult stuff. The recipe only calls for a shot of both liquors but Atsushi decided to put thrice the amount because he just assumes that Muro-chin likes alcohol since he is from America.

After all the wet ingredients are mixed and done, he takes an orange and zests the skin directly to the wet ingredients bowl. The moment he catches a strong whiff of the orange aroma, he stops zesting and just eats the rest of the orange. He folds the dry ingredients to the wet ones and sets it aside afraid that he might overfold it again, he takes out the egg whites adding half teaspoon of sugar one at the time and starts whipping it until it reaches the stiff peak stage. He folds the finished mixture again with the egg whites in three parts while throwing in the rum-soaked raisins in the last part that is once again, from his brother’s package, as not to over mix it because it will just result to a stiff cake.

When he is finally done with the batter he carefully mixes, he takes out a big nonstick pan, opens the stove and melts the half stick of butter that he has. He pours all the batter in there and waits for the bottom to cook a little bit before putting it in the oven. He sets the timer for 30 minutes. And thus, while waiting for it to bake, he checks his plum jam in the fridge that he has concocted yesterday and tastes it again. Feeling satisfied with the taste, he then pulls out his own milk chocolate bar and meticulously melts the chocolate in a bain-marie and adds a little bit of heavy cream to make a ganache because it will be used for dipping purposes together with the plum jam.

Deciding to kill time while waiting for the Kaiserschmarrn to finish, he cleans the kitchen and washes all the baking utensils that he has used. As he is putting everything away, he hears the timer and sets the oven temperature again to 200 F to get the browning that he desires and sets the timer for another 8 minutes. As the final preparation is coming to an end, he starts to whip the heavy cream to stiff peaks as well as caramelizing the sugar with melted butter for the final touch. And since Muro-chin loves his morning coffee so much, he brews some too.

Finally, after his painful minutes of waiting, Atsushi finally hears the timer and happily pulls out the baked goods all the while filling the kitchen with a delectable smell and starts to rip it into bite-sized pieces and pours the mixture of the caramelized sugar and butter on top of it. He tastes it and he feels proud that he actually pulls this off really well and he actually can taste the rum and the Contreu a little too much but all in all, he can say that it is a success.

Delicately, he arranges it prettily on a circular white plate together with the chocolate ganache and the plum jam in little saucers as he puts the freshly whipped cream on the side diagonally the dips and finishes it with assorted berries for more color appeal. Feeling satisfied with work, Atsushi pours the coffee into Muro-chin’s own mug and sets it on the tray together with the Kaiserschmarrn. He takes a photo of his plating and he makes sure that he gets all his alcohol to put back in his room or else he will get in trouble with his dorm head.

I hope Muro-chin appreciates this because I woke up too early just for this! He silently thinks. But whatever, he feels satisfied by everything.

-x-

Atsushi carefully opens their room while struggling just because he is also carrying the package underneath the tray. Slowly, he walks going to their center table and puts the tray on top of it then pushes back the box underneath his bed. He looks at his phone and sees that it is already 6:30 in the morning. He opens the blinds to let the morning light seep through their room with the intention of waking Muro-chin up. A few seconds after, the said boy shuffles on his bed and tries to wake up probably not because of the morning light but the sweet scent of the baked goodie, as well as the coffee, is wafting all over their room. He sees Muro-chin trying to stretch underneath his blanket and looks upon him with his exposed eye. He yawns when he greets him with a sweet smile.

‘’Morning, Atsushi. Happy Valentines Day. You’re awake pretty early.”

He forces out a smile as once again, he finds himself drowning on that smile of his. Probably also for a fact that he’s quite nervous about Muro-chin’s reaction whether or not he will like what he has to offer. He is rooted in his position by the window as he is still lost for words. When Muro-chin sits up, that’s when his exposed eye widens, meaning he finally sees what is on the center table. The pretty boy looks at the table then to him and vice versa again. Suddenly, he gets startled when he feels Muro-chin’s weight on him as he attacks him with an embrace. He looks down on him awkwardly as he hears the boy mutters his thanks. Muro-chin lets go of his body as he looks up to him, happiness is obviously oozing out of his face and that makes Atsushi calm.

“You did this for me, Atsushi?”

He blushes as he scratches the back of his head all the while avoiding the pretty boy’s gaze. “Yeah...”

The pretty boy chuckles as he takes his hand and leads him towards their center table and motions him to sit. However, instead of Muro-chin sitting opposite him, he sits on his lap and he’s not at all complaining. He looks at him with hopeful eyes and asks “Can I start digging in? Because the sweet smell is making it hard to resist.”

He nods and says, “It’s for you, Muro-chin. Happy Valentines Day.”

He receives a kiss on his cheek as Muro-chin starts eating. On his first piece, he puts the plum jam and some whipped cream on top. He closes his eyes whilst savoring the taste. When he opens his eyes, he looks at him with a newfound respect for his baking skills.

“This is so good! What is this?”

“Kaiserschmarrn or Emperor’s Mess. It’s an Austrian dessert. Though the chocolate is actually not included in the original recipe, I just added it since it’s Valentines'.”

Atsushi watches, feeling proud and satisfied, as Muro-chin takes bite after bite, alternating between the plum jam and the chocolate ganache as his accompany for his Kaiserschmarrn. He sips his coffee happily too and watching him, it makes Atsushi feel all warm inside knowing that someone actually appreciates his effort because believe it or not, though the pretty boy is not really into sweet stuff, he almost finishes the pancake. He suddenly gets pulled out of his thoughts when he sees Muro-chin lifting up his fork going to his mouth loaded with the pancake and the chocolate ganache almost covering the entirety of it. He happily opens his mouth and waits for the food to reach his cavern since he especially likes it when Muro-chin feeds him. But the next action after the food reaches his mouth startles him.

Muro-chin suddenly attacks his mouth with a kiss. A few seconds of freezing on his spot does nothing because of the fact his pretty boy is enthusiastically kissing him as if there’s no tomorrow with his arms wrapped around his shoulders. Languidly, they let go of each other to gasp some much-needed air and he gazes on Muro-chin’s face, his exposed eye is glassy and he feels like his pupil is dilated and his face is all red. Not the red when he blushes but something else. Atsushi tilts his head in question on his state but he can’t deny that he looks so alluring right now and his little Atsushi can’t help but react.

“M-Muro-chin, are you alright?”

The guy in question just purrs as he bites his lower lip in a very sensual way that Atsushi has never seen before.

“A-Atsushi, I feel funny.”

“W-Why do yo-“, his eyes suddenly widen in recognition as it hits him. Ah, the alcohol. He panics a little as he fusses over the pretty boy and carefully stands up with him on his arms as he gently lays him on his bed. He bends down to plant a kiss on his forehead before he decides that he can get some rest but unfortunately, he is pulled down on top of Muro-chin with his hand supporting his weight as not to crush the fragile boy underneath him.

“Ne, Atsushi...” Muro-chin calls him seductively. “Since it’s Valentines', we can start early...I know a good way to use whipped cream and chocolate.” He mischievously grins at him and Atsushi gulps thickly but not in fear. Hell no. Muro-chin might be smaller than him but he is actually worried about his virtue. When the smaller boy pulls him closer to lean in for a kiss, Atsushi has resigned to his fate.

-x-

So in the end, they both miss their classes because after they do the dirty deed, Muro-chin actually passes out and Atsushi comes to a conclusion. He has gotten Muro-chin drunk. Should I be worried? It’s not at all surprising because he has added like three shots each of those alcohol plus throws in the fact that the raisins are rum-soaked. He looks at the smaller boy who is sleeping peacefully with a happy expression while clinging into him. He actually wants to get out of his arms and take a shower because he feels really sticky right now. They mess with the chocolate ganache and the whipped cream a little bit too much. He takes his phone on their shared bedside table and types his message for Masako-chin that they will not be attending the morning practice and classes because Muro-chin is not feeling well and that he will look after him. As he hits the send button, he puts his phone back where it belongs. Sighing in defeat, Atsushi just leans into Muro-chin’s hair and smells it for comfort as his lids get heavy.

-x-

Himuro suddenly jerks awake no thanks to his phone vibrating. His head is pounding as well as his lower back is so sore. While trying to make himself fully awake, he feels a warm body embracing him tightly. He smiles as he runs his free hand on Atsushi’s purple locks. He must admit that this is the best Valentines' Day ever. To think that his big, lazy baby actually bakes something for him is enough to make his heart do somersaults. Atsushi can be overly adorable when he wants to. Cautiously, he tries to remove himself from Atsushi’s clutch and tries to sit up from the bed. He can still feel the constant pounding of his head but tries to ignore it because the continuous vibrating of his phone is annoying him more. Reaching for his phone, he sees that caller id and panics a little because it is Araki-kantoku who is calling him. Composing himself, he tries to answer the call as normal as possible.

“Hello, Araki-kantoku?”

“Himuro!!!!” He automatically moves his phone away from his ear to save himself from getting deaf. He cringes as he can see that the coach is really mad.

“Where the hell are you and Murasakibara?! We’ve been trying to reach you for a while now. He sent me a message earlier that you both are skipping practice and classes. Are you feeling better?”

He whips his head at Atsushi to see that he is already waking up because of all the noise that Araki-kantoku is making. The big baby looks at him with his adorable purple irises as he reaches his hand to his purple locks and pats him.

“Sorry, coach. We are in our dorm room. We fell asleep. I feel a bit better now. We’ll come to practice and school tomorrow.”

“Why is Murasakibara skipping practice and school when he’s not sick?”

Himuro tries to rack his brain with an excuse to save Atsushi from the coach’s wrath. “A-Ah, he has colds...I spread my virus on him. So I told him not to come to school and practice too as not to spread it more.” Fuck Tatsuya, what a lame excuse. He chides himself.

He sighs in relief when he feels that the coach accepts his excuse. “Okay, I’ll double your training when you guys get better. Take care both of you.”

“Thank you.”

He ends the call as he puts back his phone on its initial place and faces Atsushi.

“So,” he starts, “...what did you put in the dessert Atsushi?”

The big baby sinks himself deeper into the blanket and mumbles incoherently.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Rum and orange liquor.”

“Atsushi....” The purple head pokes his head from the blanket so he can finally meet his gaze but Atsushi being himself, he averts his gaze like a child getting caught for something.

“I thought Muro-chin is a strong drinker since you told me before that you drink some of your Dad’s beer back in America. But the recipe actually calls for a shot of each, I just added a bit more.”

Oh. That’s why. He might be from America but he can only handle a beer or two and not strong liquor like rum. He thinks for a bit.

“Wait a minute, how did you even get that alcohol?”

“My big brother helped me. He sent me a package containing that.”

Okay. There’s no way in hell that Atsushi can get his hands on those by himself. He might be too tall for his age but he is still a high schooler. He sighs in defeat. True, it’s not good to miss classes and basketball practice because of something stupid as getting drunk but he can’t find himself getting pissed off at Atsushi, he can never will. He loves his big baby too much. Plus, his effort of making him something out of his comfort zone, it really touches him deeply. Deciding that he’ll let the big baby slide today, he tries to stand up but to his horror, he jerks back to the bed because his lower back is hurting too much. Just how much did Atsushi pound on me for me to feel like this? Sensing his uncomfortable state, Atsushi sits up on the bed and helps him.

“Are you okay, Muro-chin?”

“Ah, yeah. My lower back hurts. Just how much did we do? I don’t really remember much.”

Atsushi smiles lazily at him and says, “Three.”

Himuro gapes at him, “Three times?”

“Uh, yeah. You were insisting to do more.”

He blushes out of embarrassment as he facepalms all the while avoiding looking at Atsushi. He nervously let out a chuckle, “..I..did that..?”

Atsushi looks at him mischievously as he stands up and walks towards their bathroom in all his naked glory. He halts his steps as he looks back at him and utters with his mischievous grin still present on his face, “Yeah. It’s okay Muro-chin, I enjoyed it as well. Do you want to take a shower now? I feel sticky all over. Muro-chin really enjoyed playing with the whipped cream and the chocolate ganache. Don’t you feel sticky too?”

And with that, Himuro is left alone contemplating what his sweet and innocent Atsushi has said. It gives him the shock of his life and reduces his life span for 16 years that he is actually the one who has tainted his big baby unintentionally.

Omake

When it is Himuro’s turn to take a shower, he gets the shock of his life when he looks at the mirror. Hurriedly, he opens the bathroom door only to see the big baby sitting on his bed while eating his maiubo.

“At-Atsushi!!!!”

The big baby looks at him with wonder as he struts in front of him with heavy steps.

“I don’t remember having these many hickeys!”

“Eh? But Muro-chin you said that I should bite you the way I bite on my snac-“, he doesn’t let him finish as he smacks him with next available thing his hand can reach - a pillow.

“Really, Atsushi. You are really unbelievable.”

“Eh? Why me? It should be you.”

He clicks his tongue in annoyance but leans on Atsushi and gives him a sweet kiss. “But I don’t mind. It’s the best Valentines' Day ever. You made me happy. I love you, Atsushi.”

The big baby gives him a genuine smile and said, “Love you too, Muro-chin. I win though.”

“Win?”

“I get to keep you all by myself for today unlike last year, girls were flocking all over you.”

He just chuckles at his boyfriend’s childishness. Really, there is never a dull moment when your other half is one Murasakibara Atsushi.

NOTES: Kaiserschmarrn is a traditional Austrian dessert. The one in this story is the traditional recipe based on what my co-chef from Austria has taught me. It usually comes with a plum jam minus the chocolate ganache. I just included it here since the prompt is chocolate. And yeah, knowing that this recipe is full of alcohol, I just decided to use this with a poor attempt on humor. *don’t kill me please*

Thanks for reading! <3

Also, you can read it now on Ao3

#knbvdaychallenge2020 #murahimu #murasakibara x himuro #Murasakibara Atsushi #Himuro Tatsuya #Kuroko no Basuke #prompt #headcanon #my poor attempt on humor #drunk tatsuya #innocent mura #tainted mura #ahhh im blabbing #fanfic #knb fanfiction

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Murasakibara x Chubby! Reader

Title: 3 Types of Snacks Fluffish Warning: Sexual Mentions,

All characters are aged up to adults and in college

Murasakibara watched as you were playing basketball with Kagami. For a heavier set girl, you had good stamina and was pretty athletic. He never knew he would fall for a heavier set girl, but the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew the type of girls he was into.

He found it hard to look away even when his friends had started to talk to him. He didn’t even touch the snacks he had, the only snack he wanted…was you. No, you weren’t even a snack. You were a buffet and he wanted as many servings as he could get from you.

“Yo, Mura~are you… in love with that chick?” Aomine asked smirking, and he tore his eyes away from you.

“What of it?”

“Never knew she was your type.”

“Neither did I…”

“I am surprised you would go for someone bigger than you.” A random girl from Murasakibara’s class said and he shot her a look.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, look at her. Wouldn’t you like someone like me? She looks like a pig.” Murasakibara was about to defend you, but you spoke up. You and Kagami had finished your one on one, you winning by 3 points.

“To you, I may be a pig. But this pig is a queen with a big heart.”

“Why would the hot guys fall for you it makes no sense.” The girl rolled her eyes and you laughed.

“Honey, let me tell you something. First and for most, thick thighs saves lives. And anyone who gets between them, will be fucking immortal. Secondly, guys like us because when they watch movies with us, there are 3 types of snacks. The ones he brought, the one we brought, and then us. I can guarantee you that there will always be room for seconds and thirds. Thirdly, every part of is soft. God himself, hasn’t laid on a pillow that is so soft and fluffy.” You said, and the guys were all a blushing mess. If they weren’t into bigger women before the things you had pointed out may have changed their minds.

“Also, for my final point. If any of yall innocent, might wanna walk away.” You waited a few seconds before continuing.

“It’s harder to break us in bed, and over half of us bigger women are a lady in the sheets and a freak in the sheets. You guys wouldn’t know about that because in Japan being thin is in and big is out. But here in America its well known.” You said with the utmost sass, and Murasakibara, Kagami, and the others weren’t prepared. The girl was a blushing mess and quickly walked away. You started laughing but then looked at them.

“I am serious though.” You said stretching and everyone was just staring.

“(Y/N), really? You had to go that far?” Kagami asked with a blush.

“What? She called me a pig, I don’t have to sink down to her level, and talk about all skinny people. I will just hype us bigger women up. But I am hungry now. Anyone could go for food?” You asked and Murasakibara raised his hand.

“Are you on the menu?” He asked.

“Alright, I gotta go…” Aomine said, and the others nodded. Kagami left and you grinned at him.

“I am actually.” You sent him a wink and decided to leave him there, but he quickly followed.

“I am Murasakibara Atsushi…”

“(L/N) (Y/N), just call me (Y/N)…”

“In that case you can call me Atsushi.” He wrapped one arm around your larger waist and you looked up at him.

“So, I am assuming, you plan to take me on a date before trying to take me to bed.”

“Of course, I will pay for our dinner.”

“You know a way to a girls heart.” You grinned and he showed a small smile.

A/N: Got the idea from a tik tok I watched and loved it. So yeah xD Should I do a part 2?

#taiga kagami #atushi murasakibara #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara x chubby reader #hara x chubby reader #fluff #humor #kuroko no basket #Kuroko's Basketball

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the-writers-bookshelf · 3 years

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Sending a little bit of worldbuilding in for Friday, and just a little early because otherwise I know I'll forget.

So, in book two of the Stolen Stories, Takeover, I very much wanted Reilly to give Stella something seemingly innocent, but with multiple layers of importance.

I eventually settled on a scarf, but this scarf is lightweight, and however you wrap it around your head and neck it stays where you've put it, securely. It was first introduced in Chapter Two as a way of Stella to stay hidden on a night heist, when she refuses to wear the thieves guild 'uniform'.

But I also knew I wanted this scarf to have some additional properties, and that meant it needed to be woven from a magical creature, and so the Mura was created.

Mura are tiny desert mice, maybe 5-7 centimetres in length as an adult (minus the tail), with most of that size being attributed to long back legs that allow them to hop across the hot desert sands.

Their tails, however, are easily as long again as their body, sometimes even longer, and are made up of many single, long, strands of hair, much like a horse tail. It drags across the sand behind them, erasing their tracks and making them very difficult to hunt.

The Plains elves often cultivate thorny bushes wherever they spot Mura burrows, and will frequently check them to collect the strands of Mura hair that collects there, so that they can weave it into the lightweight fabric known as Mura-wool.

Mura-wool is lightweight and cool, and was often used by the Desert elves to combat the heat of the Western Deserts. Additionally to that, it stays where it is positioned, and can stop an unenchanted blade in its tracks, making it a highly sought after resource.

Because Plains elves are the only ones who know how to harvest the hair, and can weave it into Mura-wool, it's exceedingly rare and very expensive.

So the scarf Reilly gives Stella is valuable, and a kind of protection, but there's a third, emotional, weight to the gift in that it previously belonged to his sister, Eryn, who was killed prior to the beginning of the first book.

In chapter two, Reilly gives it to Stella, without telling her any of these things about it. In chapter seven, she finds out about it's additional properties and who it's previous owner was, but indirectly. In chapter seven Reilly is... indisposed.

It's only in chapter nine when Stella can finally ask Reilly about it's purpose and origins, and that's the excerpt I'd like to share for Friday...

Stolen Stories, Book Two, Takeover;

Chapter Nine:

"Reilly?" Stella called softly, and the guild master immediately halted and turned back to her, head tilting in question when she hesitated to continue, "Can... Can I ask you something?"

"Anything," he responded, and for a heart stopping moment Stella believed it, that she could ask him anything, but she shook the thought away quickly, not daring to think on that possibility for too long.

"It's... the scarf," she started slowly, "Dara recognised it, and I was just... wondering..."

Reilly's dark eyes flickered over her features, and Stella got the impression he was seeing far more than she was saying and lowered her eyes, drawing a soft sigh from the guild master.

"Ask, Stella," he prompted and after a small bracing breath she did.

"It was your sisters," she said softly before finally lifting her eyes back to Reilly's, "I know how much she means to you, why would you give it to me?"

Reilly slowly stepped back to her side, and gently tugged on the ends of the scarf that was still wrapped around her neck, the fabric so light she'd almost forgotten it was there.

"There's more than one reason," he started, "in part it was simply because I couldn't get you to try the guild leathers, and you needed some way to stay hidden." He paused for a moment before smiling softly, "There's also the fact that Eryn would have liked you, and if she'd known how long I'd let her favourite scarf sit on a shelf going to waste, she'd have killed me herself."

Reilly sighed, lips still curled into a smile as he lifted his black eyes from the scarf to meet Stella's gaze, "But mainly, we were about to break into what was supposed to be a heavily guarded building, without backup... and I wanted to make sure you came out again in one piece."

The soundless ringing in her ears, and the hum of potential hovering in the air between them returned, and Stella recognised it now but that didn't mean it made any more sense than the first time she'd felt it as she drew in a nervous breath.

She didn't know what it meant, or what she wanted and her lips parted on words that wouldn't come, forcing her to drop her gaze. Reilly's fingers slid down the scarf, letting the ends slip free of his fingers and releasing her.

"Goodnight Stella," he offered, and as he stepped back again she suddenly found she could breath.

I. LOVE. THIS!!!! Your worldbuilding is so intriguing!! And the tension you're creating in that excerpt!?!? omg!!! 😍😍😍

#fab friday writers #writers on tumblr #author-a-holmes #asks

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