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freshlybakedspiderbread · 8 months

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seiga kaku?

im gonna actively try to keep myself concise and to single points because its been so easy for me in the past to get lost in wicked hermit thoughts and veer off who knows where... Part of it surely has to do with how a long time ago i used to have an rp blog on tumblr where i spent everyday thinking about seiga to some extent!

General opinion/How much I care about them: there was a long period of time where i would say without a doubt she was my single favourite character in touhou. I couldn't properly point to any one reason, or any tidy chain of events that might have led to it, other than learning about her, reading and seeing various very formative doujin works featuring her and the th13 crew, and maybe some old-fashioned projecting led me to latching onto every aspect of her... These days, there's a lot of touhous I obsess and go wild over and to even greater extents than her, but seiga objectively has the longest history of making me go a little nuts, whereas even aya took a little more time to nettle into my brain.

I like Seiga a lot and ive thought about her a lot, is what im getting at!

A ship I love: seiyoshi (seiga/yoshika) is funny in that it has a lot of little 'requirements' to me. Like if intepreted as just purely the evil hermit controlling a tool that she herself murdered to obtain, i think thats boring. But likewise, if its intepreted as just the hermit tragically trying to preserve her departed beloved, well that might be better but still lacking to me.

i couldnt possibly get across my ideal backstory for them right now, but the ultimate gist of it is that Seiga definitely did care for the living Yoshika who then died unexpectedly, before Seiga could decide herself whether she would commit to teaching her the ways of the hermit or simply get bored and move on. Her main motivation in performing the most ludicrously evil magic and create a jiangshi was because she refused to let even the natural order of life and death take anything away from her.

....Thaaaat all aside, i think their interactions in present day are just really funny 😄 Seiga 'spoiling' her dear Yoshika who laughs off being a meat shield because its not like she can die again!

A non-romantic relationship that I love: I think Seiga and Futo have the most oddball dynamic among the taoists and also Futo is probably the only one Seiga wouldn't have intense romanctic tension with. Futo who is a weirdo herself, acknowledges Seiga as their wise teacher of the arts (calling her seiga-donno) and yet also does not think of her as above any of them in their little personal hierarchy because Futo knows Seiga has no interest in being a proper retainer to Miko, so all of Futo's formalities almost come off as either sarcastic or as a really esoteric form of endearment. Meanwhile, Seiga probably thought a long time ago Futo would grow weary of things like loyalty and matters of noble blood or talking like an ancient old person, but none of that happened and Futo remains the same as ever, which has been altogether surprising, charming, and exasperating for Seiga (and everone else but they're all mostly charmed 😊)

The NOTP: i guess you'd have to work especially hard to get me to gel with pairing her up with any of myouren temple's folks. I get the temptation since every other taoist has one or two easily paired up counterpart there, but its not enough to just cross a checklist and leave it at that!

(that said, if you were gonna pair up buddhists and taosists thematically, i get why one might put seiga with shou since they were technically most vital in backstory with miko/byakuren respectively, and also because they both have a servant, one jiang-shi and a mouse. but i always thought seiga made a better parallel witn nue personally)

My biggest headcanon about them: most of this post is already headcanon, but as for another 'big' one...

I believe over the last thousand and whatever years, Seiga made semi-regular (as in maybe once every few years or a century?) visits to the tomb where Miko and gang slept, indulging and refreshing her memories of them, chatting up Tojiko who is now a ghost. And then sometime in 2011 right as her hermit senses told her it was finally time to meet them all again, she went to to tomb to greet them all only to find out literally the entire place was gone 😨

so all within like a week or something, Seiga had to go on a mad investigative quest where she discovered they had all been whisked to Gensokyo at some point, had to learn what the heck Gensoyko even is, how to get herself there, and then arrived just in time to get blasted by the incident resolvers. Really busy time in her life!

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: ha... one day, my multi-part seiga backstory fic incorporating every stray headcanon i've ever had. and then i quit writing forever maybe n_n

That aside, a funny scenario would be Okina appearing trying to stir drama because Seiga is basically the reason why Miko divorced Okina. And Seiga has no idea who she is or about any of that because Miko never mentioned it 😌

Something that makes me think of them: pretzels.

also its someone elses fault but luo tianyi is just the seiga vocaloid to me 😑

#kaku seiga #lunasa

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saibh29 · 6 years

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Pairing: Murphy / Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking....

Request: @poisonxxvy hey there :) can I request a drunk!murphy one shot/imagine whatever u want to call it. just him and her being drunk in s1 at camp. nothing specific.

AN: I was really surprised by how many John Murphy requests I got yesterday. I thought it would be more for Bellamy or Roan. I don’t know how well I actually write Murphy’s character so I hope he sounds fairly believable at least.

*****

“I think I may be drunk!”

From beside you Murphy cracked his trademarked smirk “Darling drunk was at least 4 to 5 drinks ago. You are wasted”

“Wasted?” the word sounded funny coming from your lips “yup, you may be right. I am waaaaasssstteeeeed” you paused trying to get your alcohol addled brain to think in a semi straight line. “Murphy?”

“Yeah darling?”

“What does wasted even mean?”

Murphy laughed loudly at that, rocking back and forth on the tree trunk you’d both been sat on. “Remind me to explain Hydra station slang to you when we both sober up a bit”

“Deal” you held out your hand to him with your pinky finger extended towards him. He simply stared at your hand in confusion. Sighing you reached out grabbing his hand and wrapping your pinky finger around his own. “Remind me to teach you Mecha Station gestures”

“Deal again”

You reached out for the bottle once more, taking another long swig of the moonshine that was flowing freely around camp from Monty’s illegal still.

“Hey Murphy? Let me ask you a question”

“Go right ahead. Right now sweetheart I’m feeling very agreeable”

Spinning around on the log you giggled like a crazy school girl with a crush, you over compensated for the spin and nearly fell head first into the fire. Only Murphy’s sudden drunken reflexes kept you from being burnt to a crisp.

“Whoops!” still laughing you squeezed his arm which he was holding you with. “Thanks for that”

“Not a problem darling” he let go of you slowly, obviously checking to see if you were going to stay upright and when you still didn’t speak rose one eyebrow at you. “Question?”

“Question? What question?”

Murphy was smirking again, that infuriating little twist of his lips that made you want to hit it right off his face or kiss it off. “You wanted to ask me a question sweetheart” he reminded you again.

“Oh yes! Question for you… I have one of those”

When you still didn’t make any move to ask him anything Murphy clicked his fingers under your face. “Hey! Earth to Y/N? Ask your bloody question will you”

“Why do you try so hard to make everyone hate you all the time?”

Obviously, that was as far from what he’d expected you to ask as you could get because he sat there stunned into silence, simply staring at you.

“Well?” you repeated stubbornly, drunken mind refusing to let go of the simple question. “Tell me Murphy. Why do you want everyone to hate you so much?”

“That was never my plan” Murphy didn’t know why he was suddenly telling the truth about himself. Especially not why he was telling the truth to some drunk girl he’d met on a tree branch. He was just going to blame the moonshine. “Not to start with anyway” he shrugged his shoulders at you deprecatingly “but hey, someone has to be the bad guy”

“And you nominated yourself?” frowning you tried to make your brain keep working and following his voice. “Bit masochistic though”

“Big word darling what with me being all uneducated and everything”

“You made a mistake”

“Really?” one corner of his mouth was doing the twitching smirk thing again. It must just be a habit you thought absently, something he didn’t even realise he was doing anymore. “And what would that be?” he asked staring straight at you.

“Not everyone hates you” leaning forward with a faked stage whisper you said to him “I don’t hate you Murphy”

He was stunned into silence once more staring at you. Finally though he shook his head “yes well, as we’ve already established sweetheart you’re drunk”

“I would still say that sober” you announced loudly waving your arms around theatrically as you spoke. Suddenly your arms stilled as you stared at him. Something had just occurred to you in lightning clarity. “You have pretty eyes… John”

The light in your own eyes went out as all that moonshine finally caught up with you. Falling forwards again but this time into Murphy who even shocked managed to catch you. Leaving him sat there with an unconscious girl in his lap.

***

You woke up slowly, your head was pounding and your stomach was churning. The light coming through your shut eyes was already hurting so you had no idea how bad it was going to be if you actually opened them. It wouldn’t be good that was for sure.

Your memory of last night was fairly fuzzy but what you did remember was copious amounts of alcohol and some very poor decision making on your part.

Groaning you did manage to open one eye slightly, sure enough the light drove agonising spikes of pain through your brain igniting what was sure to be the most vicious migraine every recorded.

“So, sleeping beauty awakens”

“What?” your voice was rough, like you were talking over sandpaper. “Where?” opening your eyes fully you realised that you didn’t recognise the tent you were in. What you did recognised though when you looked over was the boy who was speaking. “Murphy?”

“The one and only”

“Why am I in your tent?”

That smirk he did all the time appeared on his face. Wait… that wasn’t the first time you’d thought that in the last 24 hours. Wasn’t the first time recently that you’d been staring at his mouth like this, thinking about that smirk.

“Well darling, that’s a long story. Involving a lot of alcohol and a girl passing out unconscious in my lap”

“Oh god….” Rubbing a hand over your face you managed to push yourself up to a sitting position. “That was me. I passed out over your knee”

“You did indeed”

“Like some sort of damsel in distress”

“One and the same sweetheart”

“Don’t sound so smug Murphy” you managed to get your legs over the side of the bed and onto the floor. “One time deal only”

“Yeah, thought so”

There was something almost depressive in his voice. Something resigned that made you look up once more into his face. He wasn’t looking at you anymore and the smirk had vanished. Instead he was staring fixedly at a spot on the floor that you couldn’t figure out why he found so interesting.

The rest of the evenings conversation was starting to come back to you as well. You’d actually had a fairly serious conversation with him considering how drunk you were. Especially towards the end of the night.

“I don’t hate you Murphy” you tried to get him to look up at you with your words but he was still staring at the floor. “I’m not just saying it because I feel sorry or indebted to you either. I honestly don’t hate you”

Finally his eyes came back to your own. He wasn’t looking smug anymore and the smirk had gone instead he looked… hopeful.

“I have no reason to hate you Murphy, sure you can be an ass but then so can Bellamy, and you at least have one major advantage over him”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Twitching up the corner of your mouth trying to imitate his own smirk you leant forward towards his face. “Well, you’re a lot prettier than him for one thing”

You’d shocked him again, you were getting good at that. Managing to push up to your feet you only wobbled slightly as your head spun a little.

“Y/N?” You stopped by the entrance of the tent looking back at Murphy he had a genuine smile on his face for once. “You’re fairly easy to look at as well”

“I’ll take that as a compliment”

“You should”

You stayed still staring at him a moment longer before leaving the tent, who would have guessed that Murphy could have ever ignited that little churning motion in your stomach. That need to spend time with another person and be in their company. You guessed that meant you’d be seeing a lot more of Murphy in the immediate future and damn did that sound good.

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