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kimarubey · 8 months
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Me gustaria hacer un fanart de obixshirayuki ❤️
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kiichikos-muse · 2 years
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Saw this one panel on Pinterest, thought it was Obi and Shirayuki, panicked a little, realized it wasn’t, realized that people are probably living their obixshirayuki fantasies with the manga
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kitsunefire7 · 3 years
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For the Obiyuki bingo block—
🧜‍♀️Rusalka💧
The talented @fade-touched-obsidian wrote me a one-shot to help inspire me for this block TWT I love it so much. More to come soon 😉 ✨
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ENJOY READING @fade-touched-obsidian story below the line 👀 ✨👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻
Also part 2 > https://kitsunefire7.tumblr.com/post/656976456957739008/for-the-obiyuki-bingo-block
Blood.
Ugh. It’s everywhere.
The coppery taste fills his mouth from the rivulet that runs a trail from the deep cut above his eyebrow around his brow bone, down the side of his nose and beside the apple of his cheek before it finds a home where the corner of his lips meet. He'd wipe it away if he had the energy or if lifting his arm didn't cause overwhelming pain. At least it has stayed away from his eyes, keeping his vision clear. Well, as clear as it can be given the circumstances anyway.
It cools against his skin, sticking his clothes uncomfortably so his shredded remains of a shirt pulls on the skin slashed wide open on his chest adding further injury to an already insulting one. His clothes, soaked through long ago with his life as it drains out of him, drip and mark the path of his final mission.
He's almost there. He can make it.
His vision fogs over at the edges as the small mountain lake comes into view. The trees that protect the lake from the sight of passersby disappear into the mist of his mind, leaving no trace of their existence but for the faint birds that serenade the wilderness around them and the reflection on the glass-smooth water. A frog croaks from wherever it has hidden himself from sight. The wind blows soft as a kiss on the cheek but the water never ripples and he can’t help the sigh that escapes him.
He’s never known ‘home’ as a place; it has always been wherever one woman, one heart, was. He has nowhere to go. No one to say goodbye to. Not anymore. But he can succumb to his injuries where his home- her heart- was lost forever.
There's something poetic there, his carefully concealed romantic heart knows. He'd think about it more if he didn't need every remaining wit he has focusing on finding his way before he loses consciousness.
He's beginning to stumble as his outer limbs grow more and more sluggish but he managed to make it after all. He trudges on, needing to expend precious remaining energy to pick his way through the overgrown grass as his dexterity leaves him until he slips and falls gracelessly into the murky shallows.
The groan that escapes him as the water laps at him rattles and breathing is becoming harder. He can feel fluid in his lungs and there’s a burning in his chest that isn’t directly caused by the wound there, he can feel that pain hugging the new one as if they are long lost friends.
Ha. Fitting. Very fitting that that thought plops down at the forefront of his brain when he’s here where a long lost loved one left the world.
The water turns a grotesque reddish brown around him as the water rinses his clothes while more blood leaks from him with every miniscule movement. He must be running out if it has slowed this much. At least it’s almost done. Maybe, if he’s lucky enough his sins are forgiven, he will go to a place where he can see her again soon.
The fog of his vision grows darker as though night is setting in to take place of the midday sun above him. He's close. It's almost time. He breathes as deep as he can, sending pain lancing through everything and everywhere. It doesn’t feel like he’s gotten any air into his lungs at all, his attempt to suck in air dying painfully in vain.
Eyes as deep green as the leaves of the trees around him, porcelain skin smooth as bone, and unmistakable crimson hair rise out of the water. The nose and everything below are still submerged. Yet, despite the face appearing from the water, no water is on her face and her exposed hair is dry.
He's losing it, hallucinating. Which is a promising sign, really. He still can’t breathe but the pain of his body’s struggle to survive is subsiding.
That water is no deeper where she watches from a few feet away than where he sits. A human couldn't possibly be there without parts of their body being seen. His knees and the top half of his torso poking up out of the water are a testament to that.
And, yet, here she is. Unseen except for a haunting top-half of a face as she moves closer. Once she’s an arm length away, she emerges so her torso is out of the water. Her movements as fluid as the water swirling around her in the otherwise completely still lake. She reaches for him, hands cold as the death seeping into his extremities, closing around his shoulders.
The birds have stopped singing. The frogs are no longer croaking. Even the wind itself has left the area, leaving nothing but silence before she hisses and grips tighter, taloned hands sinking into his already damaged body but all he can see is her. He feels the pressure but no pain and through her hissing all he can hear is her melodic voice. A voice he hasn't heard in far too long when every minute of it’ absence felt like an eternity.
He reaches for her cheek, causing her face to twist into an unhold sneer of disdain, but his hand connects. It’s blurry but he can see that it has even though he can no longer feel his hand. The creature before him is so foreign but so much the same and he whispers a fractured, "Shi-ra-yu-ki?"
She blinks, angry snarl ripping from her before recognition filters in. The pressure of where her hands have dug in pulses before remembrance softens her grip and her facial features.
"O-Obi?" Her voice is shrill and has an ethereal echo to it. It sounds like it would be an agonized cry if she were a living human. He knows what he physically hears but there’s a disconnect somewhere in his sense and the only thing he processes is the voice he’s missed for so long. "What happened to you?"
Her heartbreak is palpable as she runs an icy finger he can no longer feel the chill of along the torn skin of his chest. He doesn’t feel that either
"I wanted to come home," he says, straining to whisper through the last of his breath and consciousness.
"I wanted to come home," he had said as his eyes fell closed.
Her heart no longer beats- hasn't in a long time. But she feels the moment his words hit their mark as true as any arrow he had ever shot.
He's no longer awake, never will be again, and from his mostly horizontal position, his mouth is filling with blood. He's on death's door.
He wanted to go home.
With a strangled cry of her own, she drags him into the center of the lake, and then pulls him under.
Bring him home, she shall.
She carries him down, down to the silt and clay, taking great care as she lays him out beside where her own body came to rest those years ago. She no longer carries the burden of tears but inside her head, where her heart still feels, she dies all over again but this time it is so much more painful.
She moves and manipulates the lakebed into as close to a burial chamber as she can manage with a slow and steady tenderness she hasn’t used since she was human tending to her gardens.
Her last thought before she slipped away was of him. After her rebirth, she never imagined she’d see him again, never imagined she would mourn his loss as anything more than a vague concept after enough time had passed to assume he had probably died as an old man.
She has nothing to mark the spot. Nothing to use as a headstone. Though it doesn’t matter in the end. No one enters these waters anymore, not since she claimed the lake as hers after she drowned and began protecting the space from any threat. There were many men before him and there will be many more after, no doubt, since now she has the tomb of her beloved to guard.
She runs her hand along the top of the raised hill. She points a finger and rolls a beautiful script across the mound before she collapses across his name, holding tight to the body that remains of the man she loved. There she stays for countless hours, days. She doesn’t know and it doesn’t matter. She has nowhere more important to be for now than right here with him as he rests.
“Welcome home, Obi.”
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obsidiancorner · 4 years
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ObiYuki Week Day 7-Loyalty
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Zen may be the human he serves but Obi will only ever be loyal to his miss. Wherever she wishes to go, he will carry her. 
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The Words On the Page: And The Actions That Follow Them
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It was so simple: Destroy the registration form, keep the girl from taking the test. A pretty straightforward, one and done type of deal right? So how on Earth did he end up here, with them sitting across the same table they met at months ago pouring over a weeks’ worth of reading and more flashcards than any one person needs?
He’d followed her throughout the day, eventually coming to a coffee shop where she got herself a hot chocolate that sat untouched in front of her as she buried herself in one of the many books that continuously appeared out of her bag. Just how many books are in that bag anyways? But in the end she’d caught him reaching for her exam prep book with her pre-registration form all neatly filled out sitting just within the front cover. He’d meant to take the form, cause enough trouble at the exam that she wouldn’t make it in time to take it and be done with the whole thing. But she had latched onto the movement before he could, following the arm up to his face and he froze. Those eyes, striking green eyes nestled within a smattering of delicate freckles and framed by the most vivid red he had ever seen, took in his face with an inquisitive expression.
He’s sure he’d been staring too long, because the silence was broken when she tilted her head curiously and asked if he was there for the exam. The soft, musical lit to the words washed over him, making him feel so at ease even as the guilt of what he was sent to do started to set in. All he could do was nod numbly, words failing to form an explanation to what he had been about to do. But instead of anger she smiled at him, glancing behind him at the wall before her eyes widened and she turned to begin frantically packing her bag. Eyes drawing in confusion he had watched, listening to her chatter about getting good seats and exam buddies before slinging the bag over her shoulder, snatching the previously untouched hot chocolate off the table and his hand leading them out the door.
He never meant to get caught that, certainly never meant to take the very exam he was meant to keep her from, and he sure as hell didn’t intend to pass it. Her eyes lit up as the smile overtook her face, breathless giggles spilling forth as she looked at the list of new admittance. “We did it Obi!” But here they sit, 4 hot chocolates, 5 hours and 2 chapters deep into the structures of the eye all he can do is smile at the ink stains forming on the cuff of her sweater and the pens haphazardly pinned throughout her hair.
Perhaps this coffee shop was a “Lucky Break” after all. 
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seabassxminivan · 4 years
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Part 1: Surprised Kiss
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the-likesofus · 6 years
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What's in a Name?
What's in a name? He has changed his so often it has begun to loose it's significance.
He remembers the first time he changed his name, not because he needed to, but because his given name reminded him too much of before. Before the lonely, before everything fell apart.
His given name sounded like a warm bed, and breakfast already on the table when he awoke. His given name was like warm hugs and reassuring smiles. His mother's cooking and a place to rest after a long day.
The first time he changed his name he no longer had any of that and to go by the same name was to be constantly reminded.
I've gone by many aliases.
The name changes became more necessary, more frequent as he started to move around more. The moving was for his own safety, the name changes were an extra reassurance that anything that followed would quickly loose the trail. You couldn't catch a man who nolonger existed.
A rose by any other name...
Of course sometime it could be fun, pretending to be someone he wasn't. He was good at putting on a show, cloaking himself in a false identity. Sometimes he was almost too good, sometimes he almost let himself believe that he was who he said he pretended to be, even just for a short time. But the novelty soon wore off.
At the end of the day he was still the same lost and broken boy he had always been, under all the false facades and made up identities.
"Obi!"
He looks up as she calls, catching sight of her bright smile even before her hair as it blows in the wind, catching in her eyelashes as she looks up at him, perched high above it all in his tree.
When he first gave his name at the castle it was by force of habit that he changed it once again. By then he had lost track of how many names he had gone by. And due to the memories associated, many he was happy to forget.
But he has become rather fond of the one he has now. It may be short and blunt, it may have come from little thought or consideration. But as it falls from her lips he almost believes that it is only fitting and does not believe he could ever go by another.
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otakuattack-blog · 7 years
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Waaah! Because I'm so lonely, no update on manga and no season 3 for anime yet, I want to read akagami no shirayukihime from the start again. 😥😥 #ObixShirayuki #akagaminoshirayukihime
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kitsunefire7 · 3 years
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For the ObiYuki bingo block—
👧🏽Kindergarten👦🏻
Originally, I wanted to draw an illustration/storyboard of “Kindergarten cop”, with Obi as the undercover cop teaching a kindergarten class. Buuuut too many ideas to draw and not enough time. So I put that idea back into the “to do” pile and went with bby Obiyuki instead. :3
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I showed @eveluboi the sketch a while ago, and we made a cute little story out of it 😂 didn’t wanna type the whole thing, so screen shots it is. Ty again Lucie for the story plotting.
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