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devils-pirate-crew · 10 months

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As Arber and Miles tussle (and Juraj heatedly explains to Brendan that a bullet in the skull is not death under natural circumstances, no matter what he might think), Dawson considers his options.

First choice is to actually run away and pretend this isn't happening. The problem is, this is happening, and it's happening because of Dawson.

He's dead because of you.

If he booked it to The Electric Eel, there's a good chance he could fetch someone who would actually be qualified to stop all of this. There's also a good chance that someone would be incredibly intoxicated. And another good chance that someone (probably Arber) would beat the absolute shit out of someone else (probably Woody) before he got back. So that's out.

Someone died because of you. Again.

The next idea Dawson gets is to try to get Juraj and Brendan to help him separate the other two. Given how they're arguing, though, Dawson is surprised that hasn't escalated into blows yet. Makes sense, though - even though Smith is a gunner, he is easily one of the most cowardly sailors on Jersey Devil. He'd roll all the way over for a single penny. And Juraj's the cook for Santé, so he probably doesn't have much in the way of weapons on him (well, except for Arber).

It's all your fault.

So that leaves only one option.

Dawson takes a single long breath to try to steel his nerves, then dashes forward into the fray. He ducks Miles's dagger, which swings wildly in an attempt to defend himself from losing even worse than he currently is, and pushes the both of them back.

Miles flails a little bit before falling back down again with a grunt. "The fuck?"

Arber, too, stumbles backwards, a little taken aback, but regains his footing. His cutlass slices downward, cutting into the bandages just in front of Dawson's left ear. The pilot's mate is dimly aware of how something burns, there, and how the bandages are starting to fill with blood.

Aren't you lucky?

"Fucking quit it," Dawson spits out, glaring between the both of them. "Can we not try to kill each other for five fucking seconds?" The entire group falls into a stunned silence. Dawson takes it as his cue to continue. "Smitty, go to the fucking tavern and get Nico and... Suzu," he recalls the name Arber had used. "And their quartermasters too, while you're at it."

"Gally," Juraj adds in.

"Nico, Suzu, Siegs, Gally," Smith recites the list.

"And make it fucking fast," Dawson commands. Brendan looks at the mess one last time, then brushes past Dawson's left side as he scampers off up the road, eager to make himself useful. With him out of the way, Juraj stands back up again, wiping his hands on his pants.

Woody, from his position on the ground, groans. "You're gonna let them kill me, Mercer? Is that what you want?"

Arber, who'd spent the last however long merely staring at Dawson, springs back into action, brandishing his cutlass with both hands, careful to hold it a significant distance away from the pilot's mate. "Shut the fuck up," he growls, "Before I pound you into the fucking dirt!"

"On za to nestojí," Juraj murmurs, wrapping his arms around Arber and resting his chin on the gunner's shoulder, coaxing him another step back. Arber glances to the side at Juraj, a little skeptical, but nods, his eyes flickering back to Dawson's left ear, as if he sees something that nobody else can in the dim lighting of the Cove.

So, so lucky...

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littjara-mirrorlake · 2 years

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Fanwalker intro: Takumi Shimizu

He/she

Moonfolk planeswalker, UW, Kamigawa

(Image made in charat.me - her ear and face markings, which are blue, are supposed to resemble the patterns of a circuit board.)

A lifelong friend of kami, Takumi is one of the few Futurists who actively embraces kami channeling as part of Kamigawa’s future. His own bond is with the vector glider Suzu, Kami of Possibility, which manifests as holographic butterflies fluttering around him. Takumi is primarily an artificer who focuses on wearable equipment creatures (the Reconfigure mechanic) geared towards kami and their channelers to use together and augment their powers with. He’s earned a reputation as a “matchmaker” and bond counselor of sorts, sought out by mortals seeking bonds and pairs looking for advice.

Takumi spent her childhood apprenticed under the artificer Katsumasa alongside her cousin and best friend, Tameshi. Eventually Takumi split from the two, put off by Katsumasa’s exploitative treatment of kami and Tameshi’s increasing self-isolation, and studied in Sokenzanshi for a time. She missed her cousin, but it seemed that the more time passed, the larger the chasm between them grew, until they may as well have been inhabiting different planes. The words Tameshi offered were few, and he was secretive about his work to the point of obsession. Takumi would never get to truly connect with Tameshi again before the events of NEO, and his loss shook her to her core. (The scarf that she is wearing in the image is Tameshi’s.)

Though he remains grieving, Takumi has steeled his resolve to push on, building a brighter future for mortals and kami. His favorite planes to visit are Kaladesh, where the residents’ zeal to improve the world through artifice mirrors Takumi’s own, and Ikoria, where the bonds between humans and monsters remind him of kami channeling. (In fact, Takumi’s first planeswalk was to Ikoria, where he actually encountered the Emperor with no idea who she was. She ran towards him, desperate to connect to another Kamigawan, before being forcefully pulled away by her spark.) Eventually, when he gathers the power and resources, he plans to take the fight to New Phyrexia to avenge his cousin.

#mtg #mtg oc #magic the gathering #kamigawa #kamigawa neon dynasty #soratami #artificer #takumi shimizu #tameshi #katsumasa #fanwalker

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crimeshq · 2 years

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* ◟ 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 ! welcome to new york HARUKA ISHINO try and stay out of trouble . suzu hirose is now a taken faceclaim ! you have twenty four hours to send in your account before being reopened .

* ◟ : 〔 suzu hirose , cis woman + she / her 〕 damn ! is that HARUKA ISHINO ? last i heard they were making a name for themselves as a BAKER / OWNER of the NOM NOM ( A JAPANESE DESSERT CAFE ) . i heard that the TWENTY - EIGHT year old is a bit CUTTHROAT but can also be DEVOTED . sometimes you can hear them humming THEREFORE I AM by BILLIE EILISH , though people mostly associate them with YOU STUBBORN CREATURE , YOU WILLFUL FOOL ( STANDING STRONG IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY ; YOU ARE STEEL-SPINED AND FORGED EVER FAITHFUL ) / THEY SAY EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THORNS , AND DIDN'T YOU KNOW IT'S ALL TRUE ? ( AS DANGEROUS AS YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL ; YOU'LL BLEED THEM DRY , PETAL. YOU'LL SEE TO IT THAT THEY PAY WITH EVERY SINGLE DROP ) / REVENGE AS A DEEP DISH , BEST SERVED COLD ( BUT YOUR HEART IS A ROARING BLAZE , LITTLE ONE. IT SAYS : GET OUT OF THE WAY ⸻ OR BURN BURN FUCKING BURN ) . ( bee . ) * yamato ishino sister connection

#appless rp #mafia rp #crime rp #original rp #accepted .#bestie !!!!!!! i';m scweaming !!!!!!!

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dokanto7 · 5 years

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augustmishas · 3 years

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"You're still bleeding."

"So I am."

Suzu's skin is drained, the low light of dawn making the sweat and pain more obvious on his face. His teeth are gritted, his eyes constantly wandering with distrust. Beneath their steel colour, dark rings are beginning to show his exhaustion. No matter how hard Suzu will try, he can't carry on like this for much longer.

"Rest," Dan says. “Patch yourself up an’ get some sleep.”

It earns him an accusatory look from Suzu.

"I will not leave Gerb to do this job alone. Our people need us," he speaks coldly, and then returns to his sphere. Inside it, little planets slowly orbit the light of lilies. Dan notices how they have begun to wilt, and how furrowed Suzu's eyebrows are as he works. He's putting himself under too much pressure, like a reckless idiot.

"Y' do know I’m a navigator too, right. I can help your friend just fine if you'd let me."

"You're also an android," Suzu looks up resentfully. "You do not have a heart, how do I know you won't lead us astray?" The way Suzu spits his words makes Dan wonder if there is more to this story than the A-12 dweller is willing to say. The truth of why A-12 was destroyed is not one people know for sure outside of stories, afterall.

"You can't know. Not gonna to lie and make up some reason why, but I feel like betrayin' you or going near FORTF is too much of a risk to my family. You're not worth betrayin' for that risk,” Dan smirks, and Suzu only squints.

"Family?" he asks.

"This whole ship is my family. A bunch of nobodies with no one else to care about us," Dan explains. "Not like you have."

Suzu looks away from him suddenly, as if he was hurt by it. "You shouldn't make a habit of assuming things like that, android."

"Well, what do you think that Gerb will think if you die of blood loss like some idiot, because you were too much of a stubborn asshole to know when to take a break?"

To that, Suzu doesn’t reply. The answer is too much, after all the death he has seen.

"Exactly," Dan says. "I'll go an' speak to Gerb about the path, an' you're gonna get some rest and stop acting like that."

Suzu bites back the retort of 'like what,' and simply stares across at him, his expression cold. "Your weapon," he instructs.

"You don't trust anyone, do you?" Dan smirks, but drops his swords to the floor without protest. "Does that please you?"

Suzu nods. "...If you trust just anyone, you'll regret it," he says, not meeting Dan's gaze. The glow of his sphere shimmers like the ocean on his face -- like tears for someone Dan doesn't know. It's none of his business, he shouldn't understand it. He doesn't know the pain Suzu has felt, and yet he feels an odd feeling like pity buzz inside his chest.

"...Sleep," Dan says.

"Goodnight, android," he replies.

#my writing #bee writing

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thesimpanions · 4 years

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simsbyjcw · 3 years

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T.S.R. Shopping List 9/5/21 Jewelry & Accessories

So on the Jewelry and Accessories list, we have creations featured by @giuliettasims, @suzuesims, @coffeemoon-tsr, and @fransyung

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skitzo-kero · 3 years

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Lost but Found

Chapter 1: Beacon of Hope ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author’s Note: This is going to end up being heavy fic that involves a lot of horrible content, most of which is dealt to a minor and the recovery from it. If you’re not good with handling this sort of content I highly suggest avoiding this. Trigger Warnings: Violence/Harm to a minor, non-descript non-con, blood, childhood bullying, thoughts/wishes for suicide. (If I miss any that people think is needed please please let me know so I can add it) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One, two, one, two. Step by step the line of three children walked along the log over the river. Suzu knew they weren’t supposed to be in here, but Katsuki Bakugo had assured her and Izuku Midoriya that it was fine. She focused her attention onto his light blond hair, ignoring the dread filling up her stomach--

Pressure. Pressure on her stomach holding her in place. A new bruise would be sure to form, despite this she could not bring herself to struggle or thrash, the metal digging into her body keeping her still for the man over her. A sharp push to her abdomen pushed the air out of her, causing her mouth to open to gasp for air.

She laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe because of the two boys in front of her, having just put on the most ridiculous impromptu play for her, just because they found their best friend crying alone in the park. Still laughing she pulled the other young children close to her as tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.

Her eyes hurt from the consistent path those salty streaks had run down from the corner of her eyes back towards her ears. Pink eyes stared up at the ceiling as she tried to ignore the warm blood pooling around her sides. Long nails still dug into her skin, eliciting more of the crimson ooze to surface.

Her body shook, long pale green locks a matted mess as she stared in fear up at the blond boy. His smile filled his eyes with a look of malice as the young girl stood in front of Izuku, the boy on the ground with a bleeding nose. He looked so cocky, so unregretful for harming someone who just the other week had been his best friend. Uncaring as he told Suzu, the girl he used to try and keep smiling, that she was just as useless as Izuku. That the quirkless duo deserved each other. Then there had been a bright light and the sound of a loud pop before she was blown back by the young boy’s quirk, blood trickling from somewhere on her face as she blacked out.

Darkness began to creep in as her body started to get cold. Has it finally happened? Has death finally come for her? A small smile began to creep onto her face, her eyes tearing up once more as a bright light filled the center of the encroaching shadows. Muffled voices moved about, the pressure on her joints were removed and she felt like she was floating. The reaper had come for her it seems. She let out a shaky breath causing the form in the light to look down at her, brows furrowed in worry and concern, brilliant blue eyes locking onto her as the darkness took her.

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The bright light returned and the girl immediately felt panic fill every cell in her body. She had not died, she had only been moved. Not feeling any holding her down for once Suzu began ripping at the instruments in her arms and throat, if she could get out maybe she could find someone who could help--

“Whoa whoa easy now!” Strong hands clasped around her wrists and stopped her from fully removing anything from her body. She did not see the frown that formed on his face or the pain that rippled through his blue eyes as she had immediately gone rigid, her eyes screwing shut, and the most sorrowful whimper of defeat left her. Mirio eased the grip on her, gently rubbing his thumbs the rapidly beating pulse beneath his pads. “You’re in the hospital, it’s okay… no one is going to hurt you but I can’t let you hurt yourself by accident.” He tried to explain with a softer tone, an anger burning in his chest for those who had hurt this girl as she began trembling. Cautiously he released her wrists, his expression not shifting as she didn’t move, staying just as she had been just a moment ago. All he could do was sit by her side and hope that maybe she would realize he would not harm her if the two stayed like that.

Mirio felt his heart breaking with every fearful noise that came from the girl as the doctors had to come in to do their work, but even more so did the spark of anger start to grow as the hours passed and yet no one from her family had arrived yet.

The Nighteye Agency had been buzzing for the past few days now. The group of heroes were preparing for a raid on a warehouse that was suspected to be holding a trafficking ring. Sir Nighteye himself approached his youngest team member with apprehension. He worried about what LeMillion may see in those walls but the blond had been sure he wanted to go, wanted to help those people.

“LeMillion,” Nighteye called to the young male as he got closer, “I need you to do something for me.”

Mirio’s features grew dark as he recalled the conversation. Missing persons were suspected to be among the victims, that much was obvious, but the pro had told him to focus on saving the victims rather than taking down any guards or villains. Because the victims were most likely going to be minors.

Dead. Gone. Mangled. Mirio felt sick as he went from room to room. It became clear that word of the raid had started to spread and the people in charge had ordered their men to kill the victims and then themselves. All of the bodies had been piling up, and then, just when he felt like this mission had been a failure some hope seemed to come forth.

He didn’t think, he didn’t want to. So many people were dead and here was a man forcing himself onto a young girl while her life slipped away with every drop of blood that fell to the floor from deep lacerations trailing from her chest down to her abdomen. Mirio wasn’t sure if he left the man alive or barely hanging on, just that he laid crumpled on the floor as he shouted for someone to contact paramedics as he worked off the girl’s restraints. She did not seem worried as she was lifted from the steel table, nor did she utter a sound as the metal restraints were removed from her knees, elbows, and neck. She seemed at peace… and then she passed out.

Since then Mirio had stayed by her side in the hospital, praying to whoever listened that she would pull through. That he had actually saved someone. At first he had been relieved when her eyes began to flutter open. Only to be replaced by dread and sorrow as her entire body reacted in terror.

The police were finally called in once the girl had been approved by the medical staff for questioning and the blond didn’t forget how her body tensed and her eyes blew in fear at seeing those men.

The blond man had been so quiet, so still. Suzu was not sure if he was waiting for her to act again or if his words had been real. Her mind raced, battling her rampant fear and meek hope as she struggled for a conclusion. Her hope started to surge more as the blond’s voice attempted to sooth her and kept promises that no one was hurting her. He spoke true as the people in coats came in and soothed the pains that jolted through her body.

When the police came in Suzu allowed her eyes to open and flick her gaze to them. Her blood ran cold as she recognized faces, the machine to her left beeping in time with her racing heart. At first she did not register what they were saying. Something about statements and evidence gathering, but what rang clear was when they asked the blond to step out.

“NO!” Her voice came out so clear, so full of conviction, so full of terror at the thought of being left alone with these men. She did not know this man but Suzu knew that, for now, she could trust him. Slowly, all eyes turned towards her. The police were a mix of confusion and anger, but the blond was full of surprise and some sort of light she could not figure out. “N-no… I…” Her voice started to falter, so much disuse left it hoarse and soft. Her eyes could not seem to settle one any one figure in the room. A few moments later they finally settled on her lap, where her hands were bunching up the sheets covering her body. “I want him here…” She could barely speak above a whisper now, too worried that the police would insist, that he would only assure her and leave regardless of her plea.

The policemen shared a look but did not push the matter, especially with seemingly innocent challenge that raged in the hero’s blue eyes.

“Alright, if you’re okay with him being present as you give a statement.” The officer in front spoke as they all surrounded the bed.

He had already seen her on death’s door, exposed to the world like an object to be used for nothing more than pleasure, yet not once had he brought it up or tried to make her talk. Suzu felt sure that he could be there with her, what she was not sure of was how much she could say. Tentatively, she nodded and thought carefully of her words, how to spin the tale so avoid the most future consequences.

Ten year old Suzu Miyaki had finally had enough. Between losing one of her best friends to his own ego, watching the other take the abuse, and the harsh reality of her home life she had finally snapped. She would not take it anymore. Collecting what few clothes she had, the young girl slipped out of her bedroom window and ran away from home. That same night ended up being what caused her downfall.

She had only planned to leave for a few days, just enough to get some space and clear her head. She didn’t think twice when the hero had approached her, asking if she was okay. She didn’t think twice as she started to cry her heart out to this hero who had subtly started guiding her down the dark allies of the street.

He was no hero. He covered her mouth so she could not scream and forced himself onto the young girl, ripping her innocence from her for the first time of many to come. She had expected to be left like that, who would believe a child like her who had run from home? Instead she felt a heavy blow to her head.

Waking up she wished, not for the first time in her life, that she were dead.

Suzu felt her stomach start to lurch at the memories coming up. She took a few moments to steady herself as her old scars began to ache in remembrance.

She could not recount the faces, so many became blurs despite being repeat offenders. No matter how hard she tried she could not recall any features that would be helpful if she were saved.

That’s what she told herself. That’s what she told the room. Her words stumbling over themselves as she continued recounting everything.

She never stayed in one place, so often they would render her unconscious and move her. Sometimes a client would rent her out for extended periods of time, other times they had almost been discovered so they simply moved to a new warehouse. She never knew the lapses of time, she did not know how long she was gone. Only the date she had left her home that night.

A little five years. It had both felt shorter and infinitely longer than that. The police began talking again, saying that her parents should be on the way, that they were shocked to hear the news as a funeral had been given to their lost daughter. That she would need to come down to the station at a later date for photo evidence and any other questions investigators would have for her.

The whole time she kept her head down, flinching as the lead officer patted her knee.

“You did a good job Ms. Miyaki. I hope you have a speedy recovery.”

Mirio watched the interaction and held himself back from swatting the officer’s hand away. Had he forgotten what she had gone through or was he just being careless? He turned his eyes back to the girl and his gut twisted in concern and something else. She had broken into a cold sweat, her eyes wide as she stared with shaking hands down at her lap.

Something was not right, Mirio could feel it, but for now he would not press it. Instead he would wait and bring this up to Nighteye. Either way, he knew he had to keep checking in on this girl as his gut was telling him she was not safe yet.

#tw torture #tw implied violence #tw r*pe #bnha #bnha oc #mirio togata #bakugo katuski #izuku midoriya #bnha angst #nighteye #nighteye agency #tw sucidal thoughts #tw death mention

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toastandfanfic · 4 years

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In anticipation of the next episode, am posting another Suzue/Daisuke drabble. (The show better not do Suzue a dirty and reveal her to be a in cahoots with the baddies, kind of tired of that trope lol).

Also, hope Suzue doesn’t come off as too Mary Sue in this, even though I did kind of deliberately write her this way because it’s mostly in Daisuke’s POV...being the fifteen year old he is, he doesn’t really get all the feelings he’s feeling hehehe...

Everywhere You Go

He’d been moodily staring out of the window of the car, ignoring the girl sat next to him.

Since they attended different private schools and had different schedules, it wasn’t usual that they rode home together. Today had been one of those rare exceptions.

She’d been standing by the gates of her school, talking to other students when the car had arrived. Daisuke had watched her smile and converse animatedly with her schoolmates, obvious by the way the others responded to her that she was well-liked. She’d greeted him with the same warmth when she entered the car but all he managed was a curt nod.

In the six months that she had come to live at the mansion, nothing much had changed. He’d anticipated greater upheaval. Yet, apart from a few relatives grumbling about the effect of the adoption on their inheritance, Suzue had blended into their daily lives like she’d always been a part of it.

With her quiet, polite manner the staff had taken to her immediately and his grandmother often remarked what a nice young woman she was. Suzue, modest and gracious, always showed her appreciation for being taken into the family.

She was also unfailingly polite to him, even on the occasions when he’d been deliberately rude. She never bothered him unless needed, kept to herself, and very rarely demanded interaction from him.

He told himself that was exactly how he wanted it, he had no use for naive young girls insinuating themselves into his life. Yet, (and even at fifteen he understood this perversion), he often wished she would bother him, that she would come to him and talk to him and laugh with him like she did with the staff (he’d sometimes overhear conversations and felt a sense of disconnect, like he was the stranger in the house, and Suzue, with her soft voice and easy smiles, conversing with the staff like it was nothing, was the real lady of the house).

Yet, if he was being honest (but only in the secrecy of his young heart), the tomb-like mansion felt a little less lonely since she’d moved in, even if he couldn’t - wouldn’t - admit that to anyone.

He’d been brooding so hard that it took him a moment to realise that Suzue was addressing him.

“I think we’re being kidnapped.”

Now alert, he took stock of the situation. The privilege of being in one of the wealthiest families in the world was directly proportional to the dangers that they faced. At least, this had been drilled into him since he was old enough to understand that being a Kambe made him a prime target for people with nefarious purposes.

The car had stopped at a quiet intersection, with two people having approached it. One was trying to get the driver out, the other was standing right beside the back door on Suzue’s side.

“What do we do?” she asked, the alarm clear in her voice.

“Maybe it’s just a drill,” he murmured, realising now how odd it was that they’d been made to go home in the same car.

Smart girl that she was, she seemed to grasp his meaning. “But what if it’s real?”

“Do as they say, don’t fight, don’t run away. We need to stay alive until someone comes to get us.” He said this as calmly as he could, remembering his training. The worst thing he could do was panic. Even if he really did feel like doing so.

“But how…” Suzue’s question was cut off when the door beside her opened.

“Just stay calm.” He looked at her, willing her to understand how important this was.

Even as he could see the fear in her eyes as the man pulled her out of the vehicle, he could feel her resolve and knew that he could trust her to do exactly what needed to be done.

—

“So…there is a tracking device in the earrings your grandmother gave me,” she said, many hours later.

With a blanket draped over shoulders, having been checked over by paramedics - “Slightly dehydrated but otherwise fine” - she looked incredibly young and vulnerable.

However, having witnessed how levelheaded she could be when under duress, he knew that her pretty, gentle form hid a backbone of steel.

“It’s more than just a tracking device,” he huffed, inexplicably miffed because she had been so levelheaded during this actually very real kidnapping. (At fifteen, he was too young to fully understand why he was feeling this way. Besides, even if he had understood, he very likely would have been disgusted with himself for wanting a girl - this girl - to think him a hero.)

“Oh?” She clearly looked intrigued now, which made him feel a lot better.

(In the years to come he would reflect upon this night and laugh at how obvious it must have been to anyone else how much he’d simply wanted to impress her.)

He smiled at her bright interested face. “HEUSC can do all sorts of things.”

-tbc-

#Suzue Kambe #Daisuzu #Daizue #hahahaha I am having way too much fun writing Daisuke as this clueless teenager who is totally crushing on our girl Suzue

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allywrites360 · 4 years

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Character Introduction - Kyoshi

As promised, I typed up one of these for Kyoshi as well! The author of these novels is amazing at giving us so much characterization from the moment we meet these characters, and I thought I’d take a closer look at that here. (Here’s the one I did for Rangi).

This is for Kyoshi as a teenager; let me know if you want me to do one from the flashback to her childhood!

“To Kyoshi it was the most beautiful sight she could imagine. It was a home.”

Right away, we get to see a bit of Kyoshi’s humility, as well as a hint of her insecurities - she’s grateful for small things; such as a place to live, showing her kind heart as well as alluding to her belief she doesn't deserve the good things that have happened to her.

“Behind [Kyoshi], Suzu sniffed in disdain. “I don't know what our parents were thinking, selling these fields to a Ganjinese.” Kyoshi’s lips went tight... the way Suzu had said it. “Maybe they knew it was as worthless and unproductive as their children,” Kyoshi muttered under her breath.”

This bit shows Kyoshi’s loyalty (something she and Rangi share in common). She isn't the type to directly fight for others (at least not in a physical manner), but she also won't ignore slights on those she cares about; and even defends them in her own toned down manner.

“Kyoshi steeled herself for the first blow, rising on her toes in the hope that she could at least keep her face out of the fray, so Auntie Mui wouldn't notice. A few punches and kicks and they'd leave her in peace. Really, it was her own fault for letting her mask slip.”

This really highlights her insecurities; she’s more concerned about Auntie Muir’s feelings than her own, and is even quick to accept blame for her situation. That, paired with her passivity at the beginning of the novel shows that she wishes to avoid all conflict even if it means getting hurt. Going back to the passage above; she’s more willing to fight for others than herself.

“Aoma really did want to help her with her delivery. She wanted to be invited inside the mansion and to see the Avatar up close... she was jealous. A feeling akin to pity settled in Kyoshi’s throat.”

Kyoshi is forgiving and empathetic in nature, which this paragraph shows. Despite this girl having hurt her in the past, Kyoshi still felt sorry for her; she’s able to look at situations objectively.

““Look out!” Kyoshi... threw herself over Rangi, shielding the smaller girl with her body from the plummeting missile.”

This shows, once again, that she'd rather take a blow herself than allow someone else to be hurt; her selfless nature upfront.

And there you go; a great introduction for a great character. Let me know if you guys would want me to take a look at her character later in the novel, and how it contrasts to the person we meet at the start of Rise of Kyoshi.

#atla #kyoshi #the rise of kyoshi #the shadow of kyoshi #rangi

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ecclectricity · 4 years

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We need not mourn the dead, they are already gone. Mourn those who survive them - they need yet endure their absence.

Daisuke never understood the idea that ignorance is bliss.

As someone privy to all information at the flick of a wrist, the concept of someone being better off not knowing something had always baffled him. The thing that had finally wrested him from his monochromatic life had been a pursuit of knowledge - a truth that the powers of the universe had seen fit to keep from him. And in learning that truth, he finally reached a conclusion:

Ignorance. . . had its perks.

No, no, that wasn’t strictly true, but as he walked up to the building ( clinical inside and out, a single floor for accessibility, but built on a private beach for the veneer of privacy and luxury - a perfect place to hide someone who wasn’t supposed to exist, view and anonymity ), he could nearly understand the appeal. Two weeks ago, the idea of seeing this man again turned his blood caustic, built in the back of his throat. Today?

Well, his stomach was still turning. Just in a very different way.

Daisuke thought he heard Katou speak - maybe he was trying to do that thing he did for all of their ( Katou’s - you resigned ) coworkers: offering a kind word of support, despite their tenuous navigation of partnership up until now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t appreciative, but the sound of his own blood in his ears melded with the surf, his eyes drawn to the beginning dredges of the setting sun glistening off steel blue cinder blocks and distorted one-way glass. Katou may have noticed how one-track Daisuke’s mind could get. And this was one thing that, despite strong urges to permit himself to do, he was not going to pass up.

He blinked, and found himself within the compound - his body had moved without him. The inside was as impersonal as the outside. Even the staff donned the most basic of scrubs, the most utilitarian of resources. He half expected that his grandmother might have been more profligate in the care of her son, he thought with no small amount of ire. From what the staff was telling him though, the expense would be unnecessary. What were finaries to someone who could not appreciate them?

“Now, please don’t be disheartened. We have been taking exemplary care of your father all this time, but I do feel I should warn you of his state. You see-”

Unresponsive to all but the most extreme of situations for years, prone to fits of panic and unrest, nary a glint of recognition at even the closest of family members ( what a way to find out not only had she hidden him, let Daisuke believe the panicked and simple explanations of an impetuous child, but she’d visited him without a word- ). The odds were slim that Daisuke would even meet his eye, let alone hear his voice.

Oddly, that wouldn’t be much of a change from the last two decades. In all ways other now than physical, his father was a corpse.

The doctor loomed by the door, and Daisuke could recognize how unnerved he was. The scion of the Kambe family wasn’t supposed to know this place existed, let alone access it. How to behave, what would be acceptable; he was used to watching that expression, the bow and scrape of those trying to curry his favor. He wasn’t here for the doctor, hadn’t even bothered to read his name tag - there would be no favor for that man.

Instead, Daisuke swallowed the lump that had formed unbeknownst to him in his throat ( what for, nothing’s going to happen, this won’t mean anything, it changes nothing, you’re being foolish- ) and reached for the door. Steadily, just as he’d been instructed- no quick or unpredictable movements, no loud sounds-, he turned the handle. He slid into the doorway and clicked it gently shut behind him.

Shigemaru’s back was to him. Seated as he was in that wheelchair, the window let in light just enough to frame him with a halo of sunlight that bounced off the waved just beyond his window. Daisuke wanted to spare a look around the room - he had every intention of doing so, especially since he could see from beyond his periphery that this was the room where opulence had been allowed ( perhaps to try to suss out the man within the shell? Or to simply offer comfort - he didn’t know what the thought process was ). But he found himself stuck on the visage in a way he hadn’t been back in Lab 3, seeing that familiar face long thought dead. This wasn’t the vindicated anger he’d felt before, the kick down the pitch he needed to push just a little more to find his answers. There was no accomplishment here. Rooted to the spot, Daisuke thought he was being pulled by two strings in his heart - apprehension and grief.

He hadn’t mourned when he was told his father had passed in near tandem with his mother. Daisuke knew what he’d seen, and for the few days following, he would not spare the tears- he pestered and poked and practically plagued his grandmother with his, as she referred to them, baseless accusations, his insistence that he knew what father did. She would hear none of it, and by the time that the investigation had reached his home, he’d been extricated. ‘In his grief’, she had cited, it had been deemed best for him to be ‘cared for in England with family’. His exasperation, resentment grew over the next few years, curdling from patience to apathy as the idea of ever convincing someone, finding that justice for his mother became nothing more than a blip on the horizon. Only one person had ever trusted him, endorsed his ideas.

And it was partially thanks to her that he was here, in a way. It wasn’t an ideal solution, and reconciling it against nineteen years of vexation and vitriol was not so easily done. It was obvious and incomprehensible why his chest seemed to want to cave in on itself ( even beyond the still mending broken ribs ).

Daisuke was uncertain if he had stared for thirty seconds or minutes by the time he summoned the courage ( damn it all ), the determination to cross the room. If this were a movie, it’d be a touching reunion- despite his years of acrid resentment, he was ready to accept his father and be a family, and through those sincere feelings of love, his father would awaken and the sunset would glow behind them and their fond tears. . . sounded like something Katou would watch.

Reality wasn’t so rose-tinted, and Daisuke grabbed the chair from the clearly unused desk, tugged it into place, and took a seat with his back to the window, facing his father.

His father. . .

Daisuke’s memory was hardly photorealistic, not blessed in the way Suzue was, but his parents’ were faces he would never be able to forget. Despite that, Hattori looked more like Shigemaru than his own flesh and blood. It was as though his face had been shorn off to create that mask Hattori had donned, replaced instead with the mask, the remnants that his own mother’s actions had left him with. And somehow, Daisuke found a bit of comfort in the unrecognizability of it all. A thin veil from the reality he was being battered with wasn’t a bad thing.

For a long moment, Daisuke simply watched him. And stewed. Where previously he had understanding in his emotions, a quiet in his unreset, that equilibrium began to stir.

“I suppose I should say something.”

His words were a gunshot in a monastery.

Shigemaru didn’t flinch.

“Perhaps not.”

His heart twisted, and it felt for a moment like the room was starting to bend and bow. If he weren’t sitting, perhaps it would have been an issue. But as he stared at the unmoving face of his father ( he knew- they had told him and he knew ), it was as if his body, after nineteen years, had finally started to learn the process of grieving. What perplexed and frustrated him was what he was grieving.

Sayuri Kambe was dead, and her justice had been dealt. Nothing he had done, could ever do, would fix that.

Shigemaru Kambe wasn’t. And somehow, he was just as much a victim as Sayuri, even more than Daisuke himself: they both had died on that day.

And that had taken everything from him.

A father was supposed to teach their son. If Daisuke had known, if he had taken a few steps into that room, perhaps he could have learned, changed the unbearable present he now needed to navigate. If just a small step could have changed this, enlightened him. . . Daisuke could have had a father.

He could have taught him how to tie his own tie instead of Suzue, who finally caught him fumbling with it at the start of year six. He could have shown him which scotch was actually decent instead of just a price on a bottle ( his father had always seemed to know that sort of thing ). He could have shown Daisuke how to dress in an austere, classy way without being garish or pompous - trust him, the start of secondary had been a testament to needing that lesson quicker than he’d gotten it, though he imagined he’d found a healthy middle by now. He could have taught him how to impress women ( men? Would that conversation have ever come up? Would they have been close enough, would it have mattered to Shigemaru? ). He could have taught him to take over the Kambe family with earnestness and devotion rather than the resignation that no one else, nor likely himself, was dutifully qualified for the position.

He was supposed to have fought with him, scolded him for being selfish and irresponsible with their wealth, taught him how to have an argument and still manage to come back together despite it ( that was what he meant to happen, wasn’t it. . .? What he’d thought that night would be. . .? )

Shigemaru Kambe should have been his father.

Shigemaru Kambe was a husk.

And Daisuke was just as helpless and impudent as he had been at eight, but ignorance had matured into wisdom to know now that this was something he could never remedy.

He was gripping his pant leg hard enough that the burns on his hand were starting to hurt more than the nails through the fabric of his suit pants. Daisuke focused, bit down on his lip harder than he strictly should have to stop that incessant wobbling, and adjusted his gloves with a wince. This was getting neither of them anywhere.

Standing, Daisuke felt his limited balance in the wake of everything catching up with him, reaching back to steady himself on his chair. Maybe Suzue was right. Coming here wasn’t helpful when he didn’t even know what he wanted from it. But he’d needed to know, to affirm with his own eyes. . . for some reason. Maybe later he could look back and feel better about this moment.

Right now, he felt uncommonly faint, the churning in his stomach doing no assist to his carefully doctored composure.

Stiffly, Daisuke stood, adjusting his tie, before offering a bow. “I hope I haven’t taken up too much of your time. . . Kambe Shigemaru.” Can’t say it to him, can you? Coward. After all of the time resenting him, calling him father felt disingenuous and disrespectful.

He stood. He took a deep, purposeful breath through his nose. He took two steps-

Something caught his wrist.

Startled, he paused, peering down. Shigemaru’s left hand had caught the edge of his suit jacket, and while the force on it was minuscule, there was the barest of a grip. Daisuke felt as if the room had begun hurtling through space, blurring around him. He wasn’t supposed to recognize anything that had happened, he never reacted or responded, that’s what they’d told him. This wouldn’t be some movie magic or heartfelt reconciliation, it was reality and it was-

“Say. . . Sayuri. . .”

Cruel. And purposelessly so.

Shigemaru’s hand dropped listlessly against the arm of his chair, and Daisuke could almost make out the muttered words, “Looks just. . . just like my. . .”

Of all the things he resented his grandmother for, he was appalled and insurmountably aggrieved to know that what could have been his father - the real one, one whose only crime had been grief and allegiance to a family prepared to bloody themselves for greed and impunity - was among them. That was something he could never have back, despite his proximity. He hadn’t been this close to his father in nineteen years, but the chasm between them stretched further than it had in twenty-seven. The bridge wasn’t burned, it was surgically removed, the ground on the far side buckled and cracked until it was so beyond repair that no amount of stabilization could remedy it.

Daisuke closed his eyes, steeled his breath. He took five seconds to collect himself.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

. . .

He opened his eyes. “Goodbye.”

The door opened easily, and Daisuke did not bother to stick around to brief the doctor on his family reunion. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he made a bee-line to the entrance.

It was like succor to the parched, opening the door from that sterile building and bathing himself in the warmth of the setting sun yet again. A smell of salt and brine had never been so inviting, and it felt like the very act of leaving the building had severed an unknown chain that had tied him so tight that every sinew relaxed. The faint feeling came back for a moment, wafting over him in the wake of the tension leaving, but another deep breath and a lean against the wall for a spell remedied it well enough. He was free, in a way. There was certainly one shackle of his history still tethered to him- he could tell from the cold spot in his chest that remained despite the sun and the distant sight of his partner in the distance. But he supposed that was just his burden to bear.

His balance still fought with him as he stepped pointed from one rock to the next, picking his way from the grassy hill to the beach where Katou stood.

“Were you able to meet him?” Katou asked.

“No.” The reply left him before he could reconcile that he was speaking, but it was no less true. He’d simply attended a wake, nothing more.

He spared one glance back. Just the one. He could give himself that.

And then he moved on. He’d never been able to accept ignorance.

Just once, maybe he regretted his diligence.

#;; m - Kambe Daisuke #// that struck nerves { musings }#// a story that begged telling { drabble }#// drabble - Ignorance #fkbu #fkbu fic #kambe daisuke #millionaire detective #millionaire detective: balance unlimited #balance unlimited #daisuke kambe #shigemaru kambe #kambe shigemaru #{ panic noises - }

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omoi-no-hoka · 4 years

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Moderately Interesting Japanese Episode 11: The 金 Radical

Real talk.

Kanji is the hardest part of Japanese. Even harder than the particles, if you ask me. How do you know whether the kanji is on-yomi or kun-yomi? How do you keep straight kanji that look super similar? What do they even MEAN?! Why are there SO MANYYYY?!

Excuse me while I scream into the void

There are some kanji that have no rhyme or reason to their reading or meaning. But there are actually many meaning-based and pronunciation-based patterns hidden within kanji, and if you can unlock them, your life will be 100 times easier.

So in today’s segment, I thought I’d introduce one radical and common kanji that contain it. This list is not exhaustive, but I made a list of all the kanji with the radical that I could think of off the top of my head.

Our radical for this episode is:

金

As a standalone kanji, it means “gold.” But as a radical, it means “metal.” Radicals tend to either provide a clue to the kanji’s pronunciation or its meaning. The metal radical almost always provides a clue to the meaning and has no bearing on pronunciation.

金

JLPT Level: N5

Meaning: gold

On-yomi: kin, kon, gon

Kun-yomi: kane, kana-, -gane

銀

JLPT Level: N4

Meaning: silver

On-yomi: gin

Kun-yomi: shirogane (lit. “white gold”)

Tricks to remember it: The radical on the right is a simplification of 良, which means “good.” Remember that silver is the “good gold.”

Note: The kun-yomi “shirogane” is almost never used.

針

JLPT Level: N2

Meaning: needle, pin, staple, stinger

On-yomi: shin

Kun-yomi: hari

Tricks to remember it: The cross radical on the right looks like a needle!

鈍

JLPT Level: N2

Meaning: dull, slow, foolish, blunt

On-yomi: don

Kun-yomi: nibu.i, nibu.ru, nama.ru, namaku.ra

Tricks to remember it: ...sorry, I got nothing.

鉄

JLPT Level: N2

Meaning: iron

On-yomi: tetsu

Kun-yomi: kurogane (lit. “black gold”)

Tricks to remember it: The radical in the right is an arrow. Remember that arrow tips were made with iron.

Note: The kun-yomi “kurogane” is almost never used.

鋭

JLPT Level: N2

Meaning: pointed, sharpness, edge, weapon, sharp, violent

On-yomi: ei

Kun-yomi: surudo.i

Tricks to remember it: ...sorry, I got nothing again.

銅

JLPT Level: N2

Meaning: Copper, bronze

On-yomi: dou

Kun-yomi: akagane (lit. “red gold”)

Tricks to remember it: the radical on the right is actually the kanji 同 (same, identical), so you can think that “copper and bronze are the same.”

Note: The kun-yomi “akagane” is almost never used.

釣

JLPT Level: N1

Meaning: angling, fishing, catch, allure, ensnare

On-yomi: chou

Kun-yomi: tsu.ru, tsu.ri

Tricks to remember it: the radical on the right is curved like a fishing hook.

鉛

JLPT Level: N1

Meaning: lead (the metal)

On-yomi: en

Kun-yomi: namari

Tricks to remember it: The two radicals on the right are 八 (eight) and 口 (mouth). If you put lead in your mouth eight times, you’re gonna regret it.

Note: Unlike the other metals I introduced above, the kun-yomi is used most frequently to refer to lead.

銭

JLPT Level: N1

Meaning: coin, .01 yen, money

On-yomi: sen, zen

Kun-yomi: zeni, suki

Tricks to remember it: The radical on the right kinda looks like the kanji 残 nokoru, which means “to remain, to be left over.” Since zeni means “a small amount of money,” you can remember it as “the money you have left over after buying something.”

鈴

JLPT Level: N1

Meaning: small bell, buzzer

On-yomi: rei, rin

Kun-yomi: suzu

Tricks to remember it: The radical on the right, 令 means “command,” and you usually put a bell on the animals that you command.

Note: “Suzu” is also the name for “tin” because bells were often made of tin. The kanji for tin is 錫, but it is pretty low frequency.

鎌

JLPT Level: N1 (I literally cannot believe this is on the JLPT????)

Meaning: Sickle, scythe, trick

On-yomi: ren, ken

Kun-yomi: kama

Tricks to remember it: The radical on the right is actually the kanji 兼 (beforehand, in advance). Ready your scythe before the harvest!

鏡

JLPT Level: N1

Meaning: mirror, speculum

On-yomi: kyou, kei

Kun-yomi: kagami

Tricks to remember it: the two radicals on the right are 立 (stand) and 見 (look). In olden days, mirrors were made not of glass but of polished metal (usually copper or bronze). So a mirror is a piece of metal (金) that you stand (立) in front of and look (見) into.

鋼

JLPT Level: N1

Meaning: Steel

On-yomi: Kou

Kun-yomi: Hagane

Tricks to remember it: Hmmm. I got nothing. Just remember our favorite 鋼の錬金術師 (Hagane no Rinkinjutsu-shi), Edward Elric.

Note: “Hagane” is used most frequently to refer to this metal.

鍛

JLPT Level: N1

Meaning: forge, discipline, train

On-yomi: tan

Kun-yomi: kita.eru

Tricks to remember it: The radical on the right is actually the kanji 段 (grade, stairs). When you train yourself, your progress occurs in steps.

鎖

JLPT Level: N1

Meaning: chains, iron, connection

On-yomi: sa

Kun-yomi: kusari, toza.su

Tricks to remember it: Hmm... Any ideas?

鍋

JLPT Level: Unlisted

Meaning: pot, pan, kettle

On-yomi: ka

Kun-yomi: nabe

Tricks to remember it: The right half looks like a bunch of pots stacked up on each other.

釘

JLPT Level: Unlisted

Meaning: nail, tack, peg

On-yomi: tei, chou

Kun-yomi: kugi

Tricks to remember it: The 丁 on the right looks like a nail with a bent tip!

鎧

JLPT Level: Unlisted

Meaning: armor, put on armor, arm oneself

On-yomi: kai, gai

Kun-yomi: yoroi, yoro.u

Tricks to remember it: The right half of it kinda looks like a suit of armor, right? The 山 on top is the helmet, and the 豆 beneath it is the torso and legs standing on the ground!

釦

JLPT Level: Unlisted

Meaning: button

On-yomi: kou, ku

Kun-yomi: botan

Tricks to remember: the �� on the right looks like a button!

Note: This kanji is almost never used, but you can see it on the emergency stop button for escalators sometimes.

鍵

JLPT Level: Unlisted (...but freaking SCYTHE is on the JLPT???)

Meaning: Key

On-yomi: ken

Kun-yomi: kagi

Tricks to remember it: The radical on the right is actually the kanji 建 (build), and you often need a key to enter a building.

釜

JLPT Level: Unlisted

Meaning: kettle, cauldron, iron pot

On-yomi: fu

Kun-yomi: kama

Tricks to remember it: Hmm....I got nothing.The top radical is 父 (father), so maybe...Dad’s job is to tend to the kettle?

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Name: Rin Species: Youkai Age: chronologically, 16 || appearance. whatever she feels like

Backstory: Rin is the daughter of the Wind Demoness Kagura and the Inuyoukai Sesshomaru. After the threat of Naraku was taken care of, Sesshomaru returned to the field where he parted ways with Kagura and found her fan laying there, buried under the flowers. Using that as an anchor, Sesshomaru was able to find a demon priestess to find Kagura’s spirit in the spirit realm and call her back. Much like the way Yura’s true form was a comb, because of the strong connection Kagura had to the fan, her soul was implanted into it and it became her “true form”. After having enough demonic energy collected around the fan, she was able to take on a human form once more. But finding that she didn’t have a “true” human form she couldn’t bear children. Instead, much like the way she was brought back, the two of them combined their youkai into an object to create their child. A Kagura Suzu to be exact. Using the bells as an anchor a child was born. They called her Rin.

Personality: Rin is a slightly mischievous individual. She walks like the wind and if you have really good hearing you can make sure she doesn’t sneak up on you as you can hear the tinkling of bells when she walks. She isn’t malicious though, she just likes to have a good time, it just happens that sometimes her idea of a good time means injury for others. Like her parents her major want in life is just to be able to go where she wants, when she wants and if you try to stop her that’s when she turns cold and won’t think twice about doing what she has to to regain her independence.

Appearance: Long, slightly wild dark brown/black hair that she wears tied back in a lot ribbon as well as a small side ponytail. She has red, pupiless eyes like her mother. Honestly, she didn’t get a lot from her father physically. She is a mini Kagura with longer hair. She likes wearing make up as well, lip color most of the time and sometimes eye color. Because she was not conceived in the normal manner she doesn’t age like normal. She has the ability to basically “age” herself. Normally she keeps herself pretty constant with how “old” she actually is but once she gets older she’ll play around with her outward appearance.

Powers: Because of the nature of her being, she may be created from the combination of both of her parents but being made from Kagura bells, most of her powers are wind based. She has her mothers Dance of Blades, Dance of the Dragon and basic control of the wind. She does not have a demon dog form, nor markings that would make anyone believe Sesshomaru was her father. However, she honestly loves her father and likes to spar with him to get stronger and spend time with him. She fights with steel fan and a sword (much like the kyoshi warriors)

#[v; with the tinkling of little bells (sesskagu au)]#this is going off the MANGA where kanna doesn't throw the fan in a lake #but also it's just a completely different time line

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