Screw Horikoshi and his “Tenko gets taken in by AFO and gets groomed to be an evil overlord” bullshit. Tenko gets adopted by Toshinori and gets a decent childhood. Fuck you
A SIGH OF EXHAUSTION — he knows. he knows tenko didn’t mean for anything to go wrong. he never does. but with that quirk…… trouble always seems to find him. then again, toshinori could say the same about himself.
“i know, tenko.” his voice is soft ; he places a hand on the younger’s head, bending over just a bit and smiling. “there are always going to be people who don’t trust you, but you have to be able to look past that. don’t let yourself be overcome with anger. you know who you are. stay true to yourself.”
it would be foolish to say that fear ( that one creature taking every step with him, his company within the walls of his family home ) had abandoned him at some point of his existence. vanished, like a lot of other habits he no longer saw in himself, but—no. not fear. not the tingle beneath his skin and his guts turned into a knot. not the screaming in the back of his mind over the smallest of accidents, not the crying until he had no energies for anything more. god—what had been the problem anyway? for as much as he thought he couldn’t reconnect the images in his head, but he sure as hell could remember the wide eyes and the screaming coming from the other kids. the dust beneath his palm, the lack of an object previously set in his hands.
he had done it again, hadn’t he? he had scared his classmates again, and it was his fault like all the other times before.
“ but it’s not fair ! ” he prompts to him, almost cutting the last of his words. “ i didn’t ask to be born with this, i didn’t want any of that ! and— and i… everyone, the moment i make just one mistake it always ends up like this ! ” with him crying, and left alone. and he’s tired of that ! he’s tired, and it shows. and he doesn’t want to sound like a jerk, and he truly, genuinely, felt comforted by his guardian’s gentle touch. if only he could stop and say something like that.
“ why can’t people understand i don’t want to hurt them? any of them. i just want to help… ” …like you do.
It isn’t an easy feat to tune out the blond’s blubbering, but the marksman manages to as he listens to the forest around them. Still and silent. The woods still felt too quiet, but the air didn’t feel quite so heavy now. For now the threat was gone.
A quiet sigh of breath left Masashi as he let his shoulders relax. He returned the arrow he’d drawn to it’s quiver before looking down at the huddled mass of yellow on the ground. There was some part of him that was exasperated at his reaction. He’d chosen this path hadn’t he? Why did he have the luxury of cowering while so many others faced what fate gave them in every battle?
Yet some other part of him pitied him. He didn’t know why Zenitsu was so terrified, what situation had gave him that reaction. Or perhaps he and the other slayers were the strange ones. Set in the grim acceptance of probable death.
Shoving aside the internal delima for another day, Masashi crouched down to lightly pat the other boy’s head in what he hoped might be a comforting gesture.
“It’s dead now,” He assured him, glancing towards where his arrow had dropped to the earth with no body to remain in, “I’d like to look around to make sure there isn’t another hiding somewhere. So we can’t go home yet.”
he knows he shouldn’t act like this. he knows, deep down, that people are expecting things from him. at the bare minimum, they expect him not to be a bother when others are fighting to save their lives and those of who cannot fight for themselves, he knows. but knowing doesn’t make it any easier to overcome the fear that possesses him whenever danger is at the order of the day. it doesn’t restrain the paralysing sensation that freezes him from head to toe; inside and out. and it doesn’t seem to change, no matter how many times he’s sent into these horrid situations. so yes—he knows, when the threat is over and silence takes over their side of the forest, that he might as well be ready for what’s to come. the shouting, the scolding. all those ‘ what were you thinking ‘ and the accusations of cowardice that he very well deserved.
and he waits, knot in his throat and tension in his lungs.
he waits. but—it never happens.
zenitsu noticed the comforting gesture placed over his head and the words that followed, just as much as he sensed the rising warmth that went over his body and the peace that it installed within himself. and he wants to turn ! he wants to, so much. but for a moment he cannot move from his place. he can’t, he has to take a few breaths and gather a little courage so the movement can finally take place, eyes up and finding those of the other with incipient tears in the corner of his eyes.
“ aren’t you… mad? ” he has to ask. not thinking at all about how pathetic or childish he might sound with that, no. he needs to rule that out, somehow, apparently. “ wait ! ” AND HE KNOWS, he knows they are on a mission. he knows they shouldn’t let down their guard, and in line with that thought, he turns. using his hearing to spot any other threat in vicinity and making sure that at least for now, they’re safe. at least in a good couple of meters around them, there’s nothing that’s going to jump and kill them on the spot.
“ i’m sorry ! i’m sorry for what i did, i’m sorry. i never— i mean… i’m trying to, i just— ” you what? you’re sorry kids younger than you can be braver and keep still where you can only scream and hold to dear life? have a little dignity at least.
“ i’m sorry. i know i can do better ! i just… don’t know— ” how. how exactly to do that, that’s the question here.
what was your muse’s favourite toy?
ok, to answer that? i really need to establish the idea that zenitsu didn’t have real access to toys or personal acquisitions for a very long time in his life. no parents, no money, not a lot of ways to provide for himself. so the only way he had to get his hands on any toy was to wait for other kids to discard any that they had. you know, the things they don’t really want any longer because they are broken or old, and even that scenario didn’t happen all that frequently. but i imagined that it happened once that he found a little doll in the trash ( dressed as a warrior, with one arm less and a bit too worn out ) that he kept with himself because it looked lonely and it made him feel a little braver, as if he had rescued someone somehow.
he had it for a really long time and cried to no end when he lost it when he was older. it truly was his most precious possession (
and will get a little sensitive if anyone asked kjsdfh not that i’m suggesting but— ).
were they the type of child to play pretend? Describe their favourite scenarios!
oh yes he was !!! i mean, because he was only a year older than nezuko he always had a sibling to play with and didn’t have this stage where he was an only child for long. and not only her but then came the others too ! takeo, hanako, shigeru and rokuta, and tanjiro found rather quickly how much his little siblings loved to play pretend, SO HE WAS ALWAYS coming up with little made up scenarios for them to have a good laugh and be entertained for hours before he was asked to help his mother and father with the production of coal. he loved to assign roles of princesses, good spirits of the forest, warriors and heroes to the younger ones while he made himself the dragon or the evil spirits, threatening to take one of them so the others had to fight for their rescue. his favourite part was when he acted out his very dramatic defeat, falling to the ground and speaking praises for the hero that ended with him, which more frequently than not ended with the rest piling up over him and the whole lot laughing because of their silly older brother.
did your muse look up to anyone as a child? Comic book heroes, siblings, grandparents maybe?
she did !! oh my god her father was her greatest hero and any other characters in the stories she was told before sleep paled in comparison to what she knew he could do. she was ALWAYS asking him to teach her how to fight and how to do all those cool things he did when he was out fighting monsters and she’d always fight her own urge to fall asleep just to hear a minute more of another tale about him and his uncle ( and his brother and their friends ) wishing she could be one of them soon enough.
she also used to do this thing where she would steal something from him ( be it a piece of clothing, his bag, anything ) in hope that he didn’t have to leave so soon? but she was terrible at that and it usually took his old man five minute or less to figure out where his things were.
Having knowledge of herbs and plants (either magically or medicinally) during the Middle Ages, often was reason enough to accuse a woman of being a “witch,” so there is no doubt some of the country folk at the time took these herbal folk names literal. Chances are, these names were used merely as descriptors to help remember them easier. Most plants were given names descriptive of their uses and others were given names for something they generally resembled. Spells written by witches in ancient times were often written with such descriptors, which personally i believe to be a form of secret coding.
Here is a small list of “witchy” herb names (most of these are already floating around the community) that you can use in your craft when you create your spells. This list could be a great addition to any Grimoire and i hope you find them as useful as i do.
Enjoy ~~~ Cannawitch
Aaron’s Rod - Goldenrod or mullein stalk
Absinthe - Wormwood
Adder’s Fork - Adder’s Tongue Fern or Bistort
Adder’s Tongue - Dog’s Tooth Violet (or Adder’s Tongue Fern
Ague root - Unicorn root
Alison - Sweet Alyssum
Angel Food, Archangel - Angelica
Angel’s Trumpet - Datura
Ass’s Ear - colt’s foot or comfrey
Ass’s Foot, Bull’s Foot - colt’s foot
Auld Man’s Bells, Old man’s bells - wood hyacinth, Hyacinthoides hispanica
Bad Man’s/Devil’s Oatmeal/Porridge - hemlock
Bad Man’s/Devil’s Plaything - Yarrow
Bastard - false Dittany
Bat flower - tacca
Bat’s Wing - Holly leaf
Bat’s Wool - moss (which moss?)
Bear’s Foot - Lady’s Mantle
Bear’s Grape Bearberry Arctostaphylos uva-ursi
Bear Paw - ramsons Allium ursinum or the root of male fern Dryopteris Felix-mas
Bear weed - Yerba Santa Eriodictyon californicum
Beard of a Monk - Chicory
Beggar’s Lice - Hound’s tongue
Beggar’s Buttons - Burdock
Bird’s Eye - Speedwell Veronica officinalis
Bird’s Foot - Fenugreek Trigonella foenum-graecum (Also bird’s foot violet and bird’s foot trefoil)
Bird’s Nest - carrot, Indian pipe
Bishop’s Wort, Bishop’s Elder - Wood betony Stachys betonica
Bitter Grass - Ague Root Aletris Farinosa
Black Sampson - Echinacea
Blazing Star - liatris
Blind Eyes - Poppy
Blood from a head - Lupine *
Blood from a shoulder - Bear’s breech *
Blood of a Goose - Sap from a mulberry * Morus nigra
Blood of an Eye - Tamarisk gall * (probably the tannin extracted from)
Blood of Ares - purslane *
Blood of Hephaestus - wormwood *
Blood of Hestia - Chamomile *
Blood - sap of the elder or bloodwort
Bloody butcher - Valerian
Bloody Fingers - Foxglove
Blue Bottle - Bachelor’s buttons
Boy’s Love, Lad’s Love: Southernwood
Brain Thief - Mandrake
Bone of an Ibis - buckthorn * I am not sure if this is Rhamnus cathartica or sea buckthorn Hippophae spp If I can find a recipe containing this, I will know for sure by comparing its purpose to their very different qualities
Bread and Cheese - Hawthorn
Bride of the Meadow - meadowsweet
Bull’s Blood - beet or horehound
Burning bush - false dittany, also a modern name for species of Euonymus
Cow’s Horn - Fenugreek Trigonella foenum-graecum
Bride of the Sun - calendula
Brown Dragon - wake robin
Buttons - tansy
Calf’s snout - Snapdragon
Candlemas Maiden - snowdrop
Candlewick - mullein, the flower stalk
Capon’s Tail - valerian
Carpenter’s Herb - bugleweed Lycopus europaeus
Carpenter’s Square - knotted figwort
Carpenter’s weed - Yarrow
Cat - catnip
Cat’s foot - white balsam, black cohosh, ground ivy
Cat’s herb - valerian
Chameleon star - bromeliad
Cheeses - marsh mallow
Chocolate flower - wild geranium (I don’t buy it)
Christ’s eye - wild clary Salvia verbenaca
Christ’s ladder - centaury
Christ’s spear - adder’s tongue fern Ophioglossum vulgatum
Church steeple - Agrimony
Clear eye - clary sage
Cleavers - bedstraw
Click - goosegrass
Clot - great mullien
Cocklebur - Agrimony
Cock’s comb - amaranth
Colt’s Tail - fleabane
Crane’s bill - wild geranium
Crow’s foot - wild geranium, or wood anemone bulbous buttercup (verified)
Crowdy kit - figwort
Cuckoo’s bread - common plantago
Cucumber tree - magnolia
Cuddy’s lungs - great mullein
Crown for a king - wormwood
Dagger flower - blue flag
Daphne - bay laurel
Dead man’s bells foxglove
Death angel - fly agaric Amanita Muscaria
Death cap - fly agaric Amanita Muscaria
Death flower - Yarrow
Death’s Herb - Belladonna
Delight of the Eye - rowan
Devil Plant - basil
Devil’s Apple - Mayapple or Mandrake
Devil’s beard - houseleek
Devil’s bit - false unicorn root
Devil’s cherries Belladonna berries
Devil’s plaything - yarrow
Devil’s dung - asafoetida
Devil’s ear - wakerobin
Devil’s eye - henbane or periwinkle
Devil’s flower - bachelor’s buttons
Devil’s fuge - mistletoe
Devil’s guts - dodder
Devil’s herb - belladonna
Devil’s milk - celandine
Devil’s nettle - yarrow
Devil’s Shoestring: Various varieties of vibernum, esp Black Haw, cramp bark, hobblebush
Dew of the Sea - Rosemary
Dog Berry - wild rose hips
Dog’s mouth - snap dragon
Dog’s tongue - hound’s tongue
Dove’s foot - wild geranium
Dragon - tarragon
Dragon Flower - blue flag (really, wild iris? not an arum or a Antirrhinum?)
Dragon wort - bistort
Dragon’s blood - calamus
Eagle - ramsons Allium ursinum
Earth apple - potato
Earth smoke- fumitory
Elf’s wort - Elecampane
Enchanter’s plant - vervain
Englishman’s fruit/ White man’s foot - common plantain
Everlasting friendship - goosegrass
Eye root - goldenseal
Fairy smoke - Indian pipe
Fairy fingers - foxglove
Fat from a Head - spurge *
Felon herb - Mugwort
Five fingers - cinquefoil
Fox’s Clote - burdock
Frog’s foot - bulbous buttercup
From the belly - Earth-apple. * potato?? Did the writers know about potatoes? When was pgm written?
From the foot - houseleek *
From the loins - chamomile *
Goat’s foot - morning glory
Goat’s Horn - Fenugreek Trigonella foenum-graecum
God’s hair - hart’s tongue fern
Golden’s star - avens
Gosling’s wing - goosegrass
Graveyard dust - mullein (and sometimes it’s just graveyard dust)
Hag’s taper - mullien stalk
Hagthorn - hawthorn
Hair of Venus - Maidenhair fern
Hairs of a Hamadryas Baboon: Dill Seed *
Hare’s beard - mullein
Hawk’s Heart, Old Woman - Wormwood Artemisia absinthium crown or seed head *
Hind’s tongue - hart’s tongue fern
Holy herb - yerba santa
Holy rope - hemp agrimony Eupatorium cannabinum
Horse tongue - hart’s tongue fern
Hundred eyes - periwinkle
Innocence - bluets
Jacob’s Staff - Great Mullein
Joy of the Mountain - Marjoram
Jupiter’s Staff - Great Mullein
King’s Crown: Black Haw vibernum
Knight’s Milfoil - Yarrow
Kronos’ Blood - sap of Cedar *
Lady’s glove - foxglove
Lamb’s ears - betony but more likely lamb’s ear Stachys byzantina
Lion’s Hair - The extra little roots that stick out of the turnip bulb or the base leaves Brassica rapa *
Lion’s tooth - dandelion
Little dragon - tarragon
Love in idleness - pansy
Love Lies Bleeding - amaranth (Not so ancient, a modern ornamental variant)
Love Leaves - burdock
Love man - goosegrass
Love Parsley - lovage
Love root - orris root
Maiden’s Ruin - Southernwood
Man’s Bile - Turnip Juice *
Man’s Health - Ginseng
Master of the Woods - Woodruff
May Lily - Lily of the Valley
May Rose - Black Haw viburnum
May - Black Haw viburnum
Maypops - Passion Flower
Mistress of the Night - Tuberose
Mutton Chops - Goosegrass
Nose Bleed - Yarrow
Old Man’s Flannel - Great Mullein
Old Man’s Pepper - Yarrow
Old-Maid’s-Nightcap - Wild Geranium
Password - primrose
Peter’s Staff - Great Mullein
Poor Man’s Treacle - Garlic
Priest’s Crown - Dandelion leaves
Queen of the Meadow Root - Gravelroot
Queen of the Meadow - Meadowsweet
Queen of the Night - Vanilla Cactus
Rats and Mice - Hound’s tongue
Ram’s horn - valerian
Ring a Bells - bluebell
Robin run in the grass - goosegrass
Scaldhead - blackberry
Seed of Horus - horehound
See bright - Clary sage
Semen of Ammon - Houseleek *
Semen of Ares - Clover *
Semen of Helios - White Hellebore *
Semen of Hephaistos - Fleabane *
Semen of Herakles - arugula *
Semen of Hermes - Dill *
Seven Year’s Love Yarrow
Shameface - Wild Geranium
Shepherd’s Heart - Shepherd’s Purse
Silver Bells - Black Haw viburnum
Snake Root - black cohosh
Soapwort - Comfrey or Daisy or maybe Soapwort
Sorcerer’s Violet - Periwinkle
Sparrow’s Tongue - Knotweed
St. John’s Herb - Hemp Agrimony
St. John’s Plant - Mugwort
Star Flower - Borage
Star of the Earth - Avens
Starweed - Chickweed
Sweethearts - Goosegrass
Swine’s Snout - Dandelion leaves
Tail of a Pig - Leopard’s bane *
Tanner’s bark - toadflax
Tartar root - ginseng
Tears of a Hamadryas Baboon - Dill Juice *
Thousand weed - yarrow
Thunder plant - houseleek
Titan’s Blood - Wild Lettuce Lactuca virosa *
Torches - mullein flower stalk
Unicorn’s horn - unicorn root or false unicorn root
Urine - dandelion or maybe urine
Wax dolls - fumitory
Weasel - rue
Weasel snout - yellow archangel
Winter wood - wild cinnamon Canella alba
White - ox eye daisy
Witch’s Asprin - white willow bark (this is ancient?)
Witch’s brier - wild brier rose hips
Wolf claw - club moss
Wolf’s foot - bugleweed
Wolf’s milk - euphorbia
Woodpecker - herbLpeony
Worm fern- male fern Dryopteris Felix-mas
Yerba Santa Maria - epazote
Plant Parts/Body Parts
Blood - Sap or juice
Eye - The disc of a composite flower, or a seed
Foot - Leaf
Guts - Roots, stalks, tangly bits
Hair - Very stringy roots (sometimes silk or tangly stems)
Head - Flower head or seed head
Tail - Stem
Tongue - Petal, sometimes stigma
Toes - leaf or bud
Paw - sometimes bud, usually leaf
Privates - Seed pod
Worm - stringy roots
Wool - Moss
A Snake’s Ball of Thread - soapstone *
Blood of a Snake - hematite *
Crocodile Dung - Soil from Ethiopia *
A Physician’s bone - sandstone *
A Snake’s Head - A leech *
Blood of a Hyrax - A rock badger, * small weasel-like/rodent-like (but actually neither) creature native to Africa and the Middle East
Blood of a Hamadryas Baboon - Blood of a spotted gecko *
Bull’s semen - the egg of a blister beetle *
Lion Semen - Human semen *
Kronos’ Spice - Pig Milk *
* From Ecloga ex Papyris Magicis: Liber I, V, xxvi
More Sources for verification -
- Galen - De succedaneis, Claudii Galeni Opera Omnia, v 19
- Paulus Aegineta, Corpus Medicorum Graecorum IX/2 vII
- Dioscorides De Materia Medica
- Lady Raven
were they easy to care for as a child or a bit of a handful?
really, really easy. i mean, first of all, she was a brave little girl in the first years of her life, given to the care of neighbours that could watch over her while her family was out on missions—even when those trips took from three days to entire weeks of waiting. rarely ever cry and the kind of child that could happily make up her own games around the house FOR HOURS if you asked her not to bother the adults working around. and if things had been any different for her? i think she would have ended up being a lot more social and bubbly than how she turned out to be. buuuuuut, her father died ( and her brother, and her uncle ) and the sudden loss made her quieter, and sadder, and really well behaved, but—only because she didn’t have it in her to move a lot or even speak to others for a really long time. so… yeah, she started to recover later? but at least for a few years, she was a very sad kid in a really large house that you only had to check one or three times a day to be sure she was alright.
how different were they to their current self? Were they shier, braver?
oh she was different. to her youngest version and ( i want to believe ) to the kid she was while she was grieving afterwards. with the first i’d say sachiko used to be more openly affectionate that she is now, a lot less shy about holding hands or simply resting by someone’s side. she was more active and a little louder than now, and she was less afraid of having loved one’s out of her sight. after that? she became radically quieter, to the point of saying ten words or less in a day sometimes, or zone out when she was supposed to be listening to others for a long time. she used to cry more, that stopped. and i think it was at that age that she became reluctant to get close to others, at least until she was eleven or so.
do any of your muse’s current behaviours echo things they did as a child?
she tugs at her clothes. is subtle, not like the motions she did when she was too little and couldn’t justify her actions after spilling a bit of ink on accident, but if you look closely you can still see her grabbing the edges of her outfit when she’s feeling tense, a bit scared or even excited. in a similar fashion, she holds onto things when she’s sleeping, be it a corner of the blanket, her pillow or some book she was revising before she fell asleep ( she used to do that all the time when she was younger with a toy her mother left her ! she still has it somewhere at her old place but shh, that’s a secret between us okay )
ATLAS AND PERSEPHONE
Oh, sweet child of penance and flowers! Your father eternally holds up the skies, and your mother the Queen of the Underworld. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by endurance, understanding, and compassion. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of weeds, wildflowers, and empathy as you grow into your power.
“ You seem a little lost, brat, “ was spoken in a hoarse voice as azure hues, as brilliant as the fire within, observed the youth not far from where the heavy scarred male was standing while slender digits flickered a cigarette away with a graceful movement.
he wasn’t trying to get somewhere really. unlike other nights in which curiosity or hunger gave him some sort of direction, right then—shinso found himself too caught up in his own head to have a true answer on where had he been or where was he planning to go next. so yes, in fact, he was lost. but it had to do with his tone ( not the message ) that made him stop and feel a little irked towards the man standing a few meters away. it had to do with the look in his eyes and the way he toyed with his cigarette. and he wondered—right there, in the brief second that the unusual situation allowed to himself, if he had seen that individual ever before, and if that was the moment before an attempted robbery from his side ( unstopped by his own quirk ). because if that was the case, whoever bright eyes were he wasn’t going to be all too happy with whatever he could find on himself.
without searching a thing, some loose change, keys, and ( if lucky enough ) half a candy bar from hours before. not anything else ).
“ not really, but—truly appreciate the consideration. ” tensed brows and a little charming nod that shouldn’t be there if he was planning to leave this place soon and safely; the kid turns to him. his attention now focused on the strange markings of his face ( his quirk perhaps? the source of it, a consequence of that? ) and while he’s not sure if what he was handed was a warning or an invitation, the truth of it is that he feels curious, attentive, and perhaps—aizawa forgives him, even a little challenged by his sunny disposition.
“ oh, shit, sorry. am i interrupting something? ” oh yes, he might be staying here for a while after all.
* muse aesthetics , ( season edition ! )
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italicize sometimes applies.
✹ SUMMER ✹ —cold drinks after a long day, hiking in the woods just outside the city, swimming in a lake, spontaneous picnics, the warmth of the sun making you drowsy, the buzz of insects flying by, blooming wildflowers,the scent of bark and leaves, snapping twigs in half, a blade of grass between your teeth, light sunburn on the tip of your nose, barking dogs, rosy cheeks, children laughing in the distance, sunflowers reaching for the sun, fresh ice tea, resting your head on someone’s lap, warm yellow, the sound of waves crashing
☁ AUTUMN ☁ — cool breezes that feel just right, piles of leaves, rust red, oversized sweaters, knitted blankets, pumpkin spice, the scent of freshly baked goods,open windows letting the fresh air in, cold cheeks and hands, rain boots, carving pumpkins, soft scarves, a comforting embrace from an old friend, the scent right before a storm, wild mushrooms, ripening berries, a cup of hot tea, purring cats, blueberry muffins, braided hair, wearing your partner’s shirts, an alarm pulling you from slumber, burning candles
❅ WINTER ❅ —the crackling of a fireplace, hot chocolate with marshmallows, the smell of fresh cookies, fuzzy socks, beanies pulled over your ears, a strong pot of coffee, dark clouds gathering on the horizon, the sound of wind shaking the house, melting ice, snowflakes in your hair, melancholy afternoons,curling up with a book while the world stands still, cough drops on the nightstand, excitedly giving gifts,long coats with deep pockets, pale blues, flour on the tip of your nose, warm soup, stubble turning into a beard, the scent of leather
❀ SPRING ❀ — the smell after it rains,waking to the sound of birds singing, the crack of thunder, soft pinks, energy drinks or protein shakes, the scent of fabric softener, tidying up, the sweet taste of fresh fruit, competitive spark in eyes, sand beneath your feet, sweat on your brow, catching your breath after running, light green,frosted cupcakes, electricity in the air, forbidden kisses, the sharp hunger after a work out, daring romances,high ponytails, unexpected storms, picking flowers, running barefoot in the grass, iced coffee
when he finally finds him, the boy looks like he’s a million miles away from where he really is sitting. quiet, almost a statue in the yard. his robes have the worn-out feeling of someone that has walked all night long, and with good reason—he has moved from one corner to the next; up and down, over the trees and next to the pond. looking, trying to find a place where the breeze of the night or some miracle would pull him out of his own mind, out of his memories. tanjiro finds him, yes, but it takes him another moment to come back to his own body and turn to him: puff eyes and the shadows of grief swirling along his features. no reason to hide that much, not to him anyway.
“ no, not one bit. ” he answers, averted gaze after releasing his words and a sigh that faded into silence. now, he knows an explanation could do well, maybe it’s owed in this kind of scenario. but words don’t come that easily, and it’s only after a couple of seconds ( a couple of breaths, a second in the sun ) that zenitsu finally manages to turn to him with the bravery that he lacks and the faith he has in the other’s gentleness. the genuine kindness of his soul.
“ i don’t—it’s the train. i keep—thinking about the train. about what happened. ” and he… feels selfish for a moment there. he wasn’t in the scene when the upper moon showed up, he wasn’t with his friends when their superior died. he didn’t see any of it and yet, the question didn’t leave the cavity of his chest. the screaming, the crash; the realization afterward. god, he knew he was scared before but this was on another new level, even to him.
“ he died, tanjiro. the best we knew died, what hope is for the rest of us? ” and he is angry, not only sad. he’s mad at this reality and the fact that the people he has grown to love could perish in the hands of others. taken away from him. “ i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to close my eyes without thinking this could be the last time i see any of you. inosuke, nezuko. you… ”
* MUSE SURVEY: BATTLE EDITION
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italicize situational, not always.
DOES YOUR MUSE, WHILE FIGHTING …
fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoke easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a spear naginata / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages ( ex; use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc. ) / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refused to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly.
ALL MIGHT CONSIDERS the other for a moment, and then joins her in a laugh. “mine would be too!” he sounds teasing, but there’s far more truth behind those words than might appear on the surface. the hero commission has pushed him hard these last twenty-five years, and to them, there’s no end in sight. no rest for the symbol of peace. and up until a few years ago, he never wished for that either. now, he’s lucky to have even a few minutes to himself, if only to let his body recover. and then they go on, and all might finds his amusement growing. “paid for by none other than the hero commission.” there’s just the slightest hint of snark in his voice, something he normally wouldn’t let slip out like this. “our humble hosts this evening.”
he feels like he’s holding in a breath, and rather than letting it out, only sucks in more air. “a pleasure, miss natsuki.” he takes their extended hand, and after a brief moment of consideration, elects to press a kiss to the back, rather than shake it. formal. delicate. appropriate for an honored guest, he’s sure the commission would say. how many parties had gone like this? how many times has he felt uncomfortable in his own skin? but this time, no one is making him do anything. years of conditioning, sure. but for once, the only eyes on him are hers. “i’d introduce myself, but well.” he shrugs, and laughs again. is everything funny to this man? or is it a defense — a way to ensure lightheartedness? nothing is wrong. everything is fine. “i wasn’t expecting to run into anyone who wasn’t a hero,” he says honestly. “but then again, i get invited to so many of these things, i can’t keep track of what they all are and who’s invited!”
he’s certainly masking the anxiety of his predicament well, but he can’t ignore the way his muscles tremble, can barely hide the steam beginning to rise off of him. this is it! he can’t hold it in anymore. so the offer comes at just the right time, and all might doesn’t even try to disguise the look of relief and gratitude he gives them, as he leans back against the wall just a little bit more. “a kind offer, and one i’ll take you up on.” he nods in the direction of the crowd. “just for a minute or two, really. and then you are welcome to come back to hiding from them as well. thank you.”
she has to give it to him: he’s fun. not in a—hilarious, maybe roll over your belly laughter fun but… he has something about him. they think—while he kisses their hand and jokes his way around introductions and light-hearted pleasantries. he’s fun, shocking. mean but—not in a cruel way, just the touch that makes you laugh and feel like you’ve been handed an invitation (
go on, kid. give ‘em a little hard time while they don’t see ). and—somehow, natsuki is hauled to think about it for a while. pictures him years ago when he was but a rising star: shiny new clothes and people excited to learn his name. and they wonder… had he always been this easy to get along with? had things like the teasing in his tone or the delicacy of his hands been a natural part of his composition, or had any of them been introduced to him the way schoolboys learn to sail their way around the world of adults; of formal events and deals to be made.
( in a way, they hope it’s just the first ).
but one way or another he makes it easy to say yes. one way or another—he even tempts them to believe this is an act of good faith. you know, the kind of things you do for a nice stranger; for his nice laugh and the way he leans back against the wall. “ sure. take good care of this while i’m gone though. ” and they slide their drink in his direction before dropping a wink before she goes. turn around, hit the right posture. stretch your neck and rearrange the ends of your dress. twelve steps and out of the curtains she sees, a sea of flashes amidst the yells. what with the new campaign ! they say, who are they dating now ! some ask. risk-takers try to pry a word from them about their patron and their projects, as if they’d ever let something cross that sweet smile on their face—and they don’t. they wave, yes, they pose. and while they drop crumbs in the form of answers for reporters to fill their quests they think of the man in the hidden corner of the room and the question comes back to them once more: why you need to take a break so bad? (
tell me, show me a little more ).
“ oh no. sorry, i’ll be just back. ” a promise to attend a photoshoot left in the air with the excuse of a missing phone from their bag. the man posted as their head of security left with a quick sign in case their master asked for them. they turn, go back to the veiled corner from before and with each step they leave a bit of the model behind: they relax. stretch some more, slip into the creature that would enjoy twenty minutes of good peaceful hiding. here goes, a second round.
“ you really are missing on the melon and blue cheese canapes going around out there. ” she greets with a nod and an easy laugh dancing on her lips ( eyes venture to catch the differences, ever so slightly. what’s in there hero? hiding something perhaps? ) the search of their drink’s whereabouts proceeds and a surface where to sit is located: they definitely have to take a break from this evening’s shoes before talking takes its course. “ now, i’ve been meaning to ask. you do have more experience here than i personally do, and i hope i can stay around for a few more years to come, so—what’s your secret, uh?. ” sitting on top of a counter she takes off one heel after the other, abandoned by their side. “ ten hour nap before putting a foot in here? something… in your protein shake perhaps? ”
WARMTH: 30% ( cold, selfish )
INTELLECT: 70% ( cerebral, analytical )
EMOTIONAL STABILITY: 10% ( irritable, moody )
AGGRESSIVENESS: 90% ( controlling, tough )
LIVELINESS: 42% ( sombre, restrained )
DUTIFULNESS: 42% ( untraditional, rebellious )
SOCIAL ASSERTIVENESS: 10% ( shy, withdrawn )
SENSITIVITY: 42% ( coarse, tough )
PARANOIA: 86% ( wary, suspicious )
ABSTRACTNESS: 46% ( practical, regular )
INTROVERSION: 62% ( private, quiet )
ANXIETY: 42% ( confident, self assured )
OPENMINDEDNESS: 34% ( close-minded, set-in-ways )
INDEPENDENCE: 66% ( loner, craves solitude )
PERFECTIONISM: 86% ( orderly, thorough )
TENSION: 66% ( stressed, unsatisfied )
“ is that a yes? that’s a yes, right?” ( tanjiro to tokito! )
The mist pillar stood absentmindedly for a moment. He will…never understand this other boy. Never. But he supposed he was fine with that for the most part. ‘ it’s tanjiro ’ that was enough of an explanation for the mist minded boy. At least for now, maybe another time he’d ask, maybe. Probably not.
“ …It…is? ”
Perhaps drifting into thought about how Tanjiro worked wasn’t the best idea. What were they talking about before? What was he saying yes to? It couldn’t be so bad, nothing malicious. Although should he be concerned about this?
“ Yes…? ”
silence turns to amazement turns to the biggest grin he has ever carried on himself; he laughs. yes ! he laughs. and right after that, he has to check one more time with the records he has on his mind: he did say yes, didn’t he? he said it, he didn’t make it up, he said it. and while this might not be the biggest enterprise one could get associated with ( he knows—he knows that. it’s important to him nevertheless ) tanjiro can’t help but to feel sparks in his chest and the rush of excitement flowing all along his veins. AND YES, HE SAID YES, HOW AMAZING WAS THAT?
“ tokito-kun you will not regret this ! i promise ! i’ll make sure to make it the best night there’s ever been, you’ll see ! ” he declares, both of his hands taking the one of his with determination and nothing ( nothing ) but a pure and strong sort of will. and—if one was to see it from out there, probably we would think tokito had signed himself up for some glorious adventure, the kind of thing that later become legends on their own, but—no. no, nothing further from the truth, as he’d come to explain just a minute after that.
“ i’ve never really had the chance to go to a festival myself, and this one is going to be so BIG ! zenitsu has been talking non-stop about that and it’s so—sad that he can’t go before his next mission, but… i bet you and i are going to have so much fun out there ! right ? right ? ”
not dead, just have been a bit sick and tired and visited by the family :( but will be working on my drafts soon now that i have some time!!
* PRIMARY : THE TOWER : the higher you fly the greater you fall.
the tower arcana is commonly associated to overly arrogant, prejudiced and authoritarian organization, which walk to their own ironic demise. furthermore, it is also more generically used as an omen of doom and disaster. You can be arrogant, and typically find yourself in bad situations.
* SECONDARY : THE FOOL : the void from which all other things begin.
your personality is shaped by the people’s actions and decisions. you are a jack of all trades having a wide potential depending on how you choose to live your life. easily influenced by others. be careful how you choose to live your life and of the people you choose to be with. your life holds a network of infinite possibilities because of your natural talent and skills in all aspects of life.
* TERTIARY : THE DEVIL : giving in to temptations, man learned to distinguish what is good and evil.
the devil arcana represents the urge to do selfish, impulsive, violent things, and being a slave to ones’ own impulse and feelings. occasionally, it is also portrayed as a symbol of temptation. the positive aspect, however, represents a healthy bond or commitment. you are often “devilish” you tend to be greedy, proud, lustful, or otherwise of poor character. you are most likely to go for an antisocial tendency, often not caring much for the needs or well-being of others.