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//krumps while i’m back from classes and got my hw done for the night its time to remake all of my icons for kahra becAUSE HAHA SOMEHOW THEY GOT DELETED I GUESS H A H A H A ? ? ? and maybe get my sideblog looking a little more decorated maybe..
marinaive replied to your post : ;+) ( YELLS @ U FROM THIS BLOG BC I HIJACKED IT )
//lmaooo you fool it was only a matter of time ;D finally i can add the icon and kickstart this au on the blog tho lolol
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O~nee~chan ♪ ~
She could vaguely remember every time he’d said that name in his sing-song voice – he was always taunting her, be it with her implied “failure” to protect the family she dearly loved, or in parading around the “happiness” he’d discovered upon becoming a resident of the Red Sea.
Good – she’d already witnessed countless examples of residents who’d forgotten everything about their past in the Blue Sea. Anyone they’d once loved or cared for had been washed away from their mind. This constant seemed to hold exception to only those who held those loved ones above all else. Even though her love – luckily, still platonic – had been twisted into something beyond recognition, she’s never been happier to know that she could still remember her dearest witch and most darling “little” brother.
“O~tou~to ♪ ~”
For once, it was her turn to taunt him. After all, with how painfully attached he was to their witch, he’d surely loathe to see that the other shark finally had fallen into his same footsteps. She, too, loved their witch, even if not in the same way as he did. Still, with her already twisted mind and the way she received and reacted to pain and the track record their darling witch held (albeit, thus far, only with him), what could possibly ensue between them was only a recipe for disaster.
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i’m not sure how to keep you safe.” (Lumi) lol
“…”
Her mind runs blank, when she tries to think of an answer. Before she’d arrived, she had an endless amount of things she wanted to say – times she’d hoped to catch up on, wishes and requests she wanted to make, remarks that held only the most of her love and care for the one she’d wanted to protect, the one she would have gladly given her life for.
She opens her mouth once, twice..three times – each time, returned to being closed, and brow furrowing further in while claws dug into both palms. She felt..ashamed, almost – guilty. Despite there being nothing she could have done to arrive sooner, she’d left her witch and fellow familiars, without a word. They’d searched and waited for her return, and without a mutual connection, her witch had no idea whether or not she was still alive. No matter what emotions she felt from her witch, Kahra would never be able to imagine how jarring it must be every time the witch sees her, and how much she’s continuing to change from the pup they’d once saved.
Unable to look her witch in the eyes, any longer, she dips her head to the side, focusing on anything but the one in front of her.
“I wish there was a way ya could, Lumi.. With..tha way I am, and tha life I have ta live..if there is a way..I wish I knew what it was.”
“..So long as I keep carin’ about everyone..so long as y’all exist as a weakness, for me.. I’ll be in danger..and I’ll be a threat. Even without tha’ truth..even if I didn’t care, anymore..my affiliations are dangerous, enough.. Ya can’t protect me, from this..none of y’all can. Yer just gonna get yerselves killed, in tha process..and I–..I..can’t allow that.”
“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.” (HAHA take it as a moment of weakness if you want)
Her blood had been getting dangerously close to the boiling point – she’d been a step away from seeing red, again, and attacking the girl she’d once called a teammate. This was how it always went – every time she showed her face on the floe, and crossed paths with the jellyfish. If the other was even remotely aware of the shark’s existence, there was always a long winded rant the jellyfish would whip up to try and shout down the other with. On every word was carried more venom than held within any of her stingers, and every one of them did just as much damage.
There were times when she was further away, when she was preparing for another visit, when she debated the possibility of using these shouting contests as a way to strengthen herself – perhaps a form of training that didn’t involve inflicting pain on herself until she was driven to a point where she wanted to kill anything that moved? If she could continue to push her patience farther and farther, to the point where she could eventually ignore the jellyfish’s words, altogether, wouldn’t that be for the best?
Perhaps then, she’d be able to keep her wits about her long enough to stay and see her witch?
Unfortunately, all possibilities were forgotten – all plans of action erased – as soon as the arguments began, anew. Now, here she stood, malicious words racing in her mind to a point where they were incoherent. This was the point where she could only grit her teeth and glare, and try to keep from giving into the thoughts of tearing into the other, again. Were it not for the moment when the jellyfish’s cold and angry demeanor finally broke, she might have been unsuccessful.
It takes her a moment to truly register what is said, to take in the meaning of her words for what they were, and the pounding of her heart and the boiling rage does..settle, for the moment.
“How ta keep me..safe..?”
She’s not sure how to take this – was it a joke? Was it perhaps a ruse? Was the jellyfish using this as a trick to instill some sort of false security, and this trick was going to be what ended up leading to the shark’s demise?
..If that were the case, she’d surely take the other down with her, but..perhaps she could loosen up on her constant tension around the other, just this once – and perhaps, finally, they could talk.
“..Ya always have tha option ta start with not pissin’ me off, every chance ya get.” No, that was the wrong thing to say – try again. “Or..just..keep yerself safe, first. Yerself, and tha rest of our family. Ya also can stop pickin’ fights with me, all tha time..’n maybe listen ta what me and Lumi’ve been tryin’a tell ya..”
But wouldn’t that just make it so she could come here more often? In truth, wouldn’t that just make things worse – make things more dangerous? The best option was for the jellyfish to make Kahra never want to look back, to never want to come back, to guarantee that her previous family would never be on her mind, again. The question was, could the jellyfish really bring herself to do that? Could the shark put herself in a state where she would never bring a potential threat to their doorstep, again?
“…Or, more honestly..figure out how ta make sure my connections ta y’all..don’t make my new family – rather, my boss – a potential threat. So long as y’all exist, and I care about yer well bein’..my safety ain’t ever gonna be guaranteed. Ain’t nothin’ no one can do about tha’.”
(Otti) “please come back in one piece.”
She was already angry – that’s how she always was, by the time she left the ice floe. It would never take very long, just a single argument, a meeting at the wrong time, perhaps even so much as a glance. If she ever made the unfortunate mistake of arriving to her witch’s home while the jellyfish was still around, it was always only a matter of short minutes.
In some cases, she’d even taken to just closing the door and leaving, immediately – running as soon as she heard the bustling of a protective familiar that was ready to defend against a threat that didn’t exist.
It was always upsetting, she knew, for their witch to witness this. As cold as they appeared, knowing that their familiars were so..damaged, messed up – that one of them wasn’t even allowed to come home because of a misunderstanding that neither party could ever stay calm long enough to explain away. It always tore at the remains of the shark’s heart to feel those kinds of emotions from her witch, but she always tried to convince herself that it was “for the best.” She should be able to stop herself from coming back, one day – it would be safer for them. It would be safer for all of them.
( One of these days, her disappearances and the people they held connections to would not go unnoticed. )
She’s nearly at the edge of the floe before she hears his voice – the younger otter that she’d once considered a baby brother. A former teammate who was naive enough to still believe she might be as sweet as she used to be, years ago. The little pup who still firmly believed his friends could work things out, and their battle-hardened, physically and mentally damaged sibling could still come back home.
She thinks, for a moment, that she ought to just keep walking – to return to where she now belonged, without word or even acknowledgement. With grit teeth, however, she..pauses, takes a moment to stare at the ice and snow at her feet, and turns to look back, one more time.
“I ain’t weak. Save yer worries for someone who needs ‘em.”
…Her brow creases, and she feels a twinge of guilt the moment the words leave her mouth. She opens it again, as if to say something else – perhaps to apologize, or elaborate..at least to not come off as cold as she had. Tucking her head to the side, her teeth grit tightly again as she turns back to the sea. Even as she takes one more step, she tries to think of a way she could fix the agitated remark that was never meant for someone like him. Hands clenching into fists, she manages to string a line in her head, and offers it as the most she can give, this time.
“..I won’t let someone take any more of me away, I..promise. ’ll be just fine, Otti..”
protector / protectee starters
“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”
“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”
“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”
“just be careful.”
“i’m always careful.”
“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”
“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”
“i won’t let them hurt you.”
“you can’t save me from this.”
“please try and stay out of trouble.”
“if anything happened to you…”
“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”
“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
“this is the only way to keep you safe.”
“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”
“everywhere you go, i go.”
“it’s not your job to protect me.”
“it’s my job to protect you.”
“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”
“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”
“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”
“please come back in one piece.”
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Standard theme: Chandelier
Battle theme: Marigold
Emotion theme: Take Your Hands
Boss battle theme: Destruction
Tagging: @viderxanima @lumivacant @toloveandprotectthem
&&. In-character Word Association!
Read the word then type the first word that comes to your character’s mind.
Tagged by: @hisempress (wuv u ai mwah)
Rough: “Skin.” Hide: “Stop.” Foolish: “Myself.” Sad: “Lumi..” Hate: “Boss.” Light: “Sun.” Dark: “Night.” Mother: “Who?” Father: “Who??” Child: “Nonexistent.” Marriage: “Weakness.” Love: “Dangerous.” Soft: “Lumi..” Pet: “Pointless.” Dream: “Nightmare.” Divorce: “Apathy.” Water: “Free.” Loud: “Annoying.” Power: “Strength.” Fight: “Always.” Smack: “Fight.” White: “Snow.” Sick: “Worry..” Kiss: “Sure.” Hug: “No.” Hurt: “Frenzy.” Happy: “No.”
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"look, i'm going to swallow it whole, and you can't stop me." samekichi dangled the large fish he'd caught in front of his face, licking his lips. god, he'd stalked it for about, what, an hour before he realized it wasn't a "normal" fish? he was starving, kahra. starving. // shark week!
It’s a good thing Wadanohara isn’t actually around to witness this, at the moment. If Samekichi chokes, again, it’s not going to be a pleasant sight. Kahra stares at the relatively large fish (thank the sea god it’s just an actual fish and not a true denizen of the sea..), before directing a deadpan look towards the other shark.
“‘M just sayin’, it’s not a good idea. Don’cha remember wha’ happened tha last time ya choked on some sea life and needed help? One’a these days, yer gonna end up gettin’ yerself killed like this.. Y’ain’t a damn snake, Kichi, chew yer fuckin’ food.”
Granted, if he did end up choking on a fish of this size, she’d be around to help him out, but..she’d really prefer if he learned his lesson and tried chewing, for once.. Though–she guesses if that happens, that very same day the devil will overthrow the gods and all life will cease to be.. Maybe it can wait just a little longer, then.
Olympian Aesthetics;
APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger
APOLLO: glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account
ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell may have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath
ARTEMIS: keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting its target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling
ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a life-long teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes
DEMETER: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom friend, can lift you and all of your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air
DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause
HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted by blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles
HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold
HERMES: devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes red bull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers
POSEIDON: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow
ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends that they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with apparent ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch, like a boss
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★ :3
★ Despite how often they fight, every time Kahra tries to worm her way back to visit their witch, Kahra does still care about and worry about the protective jellyfish. This is part of the reason why she doesn’t go all out in a fight against her, the other part being that if she killed Jellie, who else would be around to protect their witch–or, at least, as fiercely as they both would?
★ There is potential for the jellyfish and the shark to make up, should they ever have a meeting where they don’t immediately fight one another. It would require some level of heated argument, which would have to lead to an emotional exchange about their past and the changes they made to themselves, as well as their feelings on the matter and how things have changed to get them where they are, now. For things to work, this would have to eventually lead to some form of understanding and acceptance of what happened and how the other feels. Once everything is understood, however, things still aren’t sunshine and rainbows – the two will always have their moments, and anything could take them back down the road of fighting, again. At the same time, it’s also not like Kahra can drop everything from her new life and stay home with them, either, because that would potentially put their witch and the other familiars in danger – so things still aren’t..good.
★ Part of the argument and explanation of feelings boils down to the basics of [this] and I hate it so much
★ Kahra really likes it when Jellie plays violin. When they were younger, she used to sit somewhere in the same room in order to listen when Jellie would play, or peek in through the doorway. Nowadays, she tends to do it in secret, sitting near a window to try and listen in to what she might be playing. Even if she isn’t exactly welcomed, anymore, it relaxes her, and reminds her of better times. It’s even better when Jellie and Lumeira have a duet together, with piano and violin.
★ As a cold blooded animal, heat is usually best for Kahra – unfortunately, they all live on an ice floe with their witch. This leads Kahra to seek out other kinds of heat, often in the form of cuddling. She wasn’t aware of how dangerous thatwas with Jellie until she was stung by her many stingers. Even though she’s less receptive (in the normal way) to pain, now, it’s still bad if Kahra cuddles with Jellie – if only because now it’s completely cursed, due to Kahra’s “nature.”
★ fuc k me up first binch
//i mean ok d a mn
[BLUE SEA SHARK WEEK]★Sal is the only member of the family who knows about the severity of kahra’s wounds from training. They have a mutual agreement where he has promised to keep her secret, and she has promised to her best to not let it get worse, or maybe make sure it gets better.★Even though Sal is centuries older than her, she still calls him and Samekichi her little brothers. This is because she’s only heard of the trope of elder siblings taking care of their younger siblings, and less often is it the other way around. She wants to be strong enough to fit that role, and the “older protective sib” plays into her “tough girl” persona.★While Kahra does worry about all of the family, she worries about Sal the most. She worries about if his albinism might effect him negatively or if he’ll end up getting really terribly sick again. She also notices how much he cares and worries about the family, and she worries that he might put the family before himself. Lastly, she worries about how much emotions effect him, despite how good he is at hiding the negative ones. She will always kick herself for not realizing something was wrong before it was too late.
[RED SEA SHARK WEEK]★Everytime he taunts her with how happy he is or calls her “Oneechan” when she’s still a part of the blue sea, she dies a little inside. Eventually she will opt to numb herself to the pain, until Wada becomes the red sea witch. When that happens, Kahra will either give herself up to the red sea, or she will leave to become a full-fledged assassin working strictly under her teacher.★When Kahra becomes a denizen of the red sea, she likes to tease and taunt Sal, as opposed to how she’s supportive and loving in the blue sea. It’s still friendly, but she likes cucking and cockblocking him until she makes him angry, or until Wada tells her to stop (if she ever does). Either way, she finds the end results hilarious.★Kahra could potentially be Sal’s personal assassin, if he wanted. She’s still willing to do anything to make sure the family is safe and happy, and if that requires murdering countless people, so be it. She no longer has to worry about the pain or death anymore, so she’s effectively a walking slaughterhouse with little to no feeling.
★ from bleu shark week au wada? <3 <3
★ When Kahra was younger, and first became one of Wada’s familiars, she liked to follow closely behind her witch wherever she would go, so long as she was allowed to. If Kahra wasn’t already right beside one of her other “family members,” she would be practically clinging to Wada’s skirts.
★ Because there will be times when Wada forgets to eat before going on adventures or errands, Kahra always makes sure to have some form of non-perishable on her, for when Wada inevitably gets hungry, later. If she knows she’ll be on the trip with her witch, she’ll also try to make sure to bring an apple or something similar with her, as well.
★ Sometimes Kahra thinks about teaching Wada some of the lessons she’s personally received about how to handle and use knives, just in case Wada’s magic somehow fails her, one day. Not only is she trying to be optimistic in thinking she’ll never need to know those skills, but she’s afraid of making Wada worry, should Wada develop any sort of understanding on just how dangerous the “training” Kahra goes through can be.
★ Wada was the first of the shark week crew to learn about Kahra’s sleeping vice grip. It was after comforting Kahra from a nightmare and allowing the shark pup to try and go back to sleep in Wada’s bed with her–and upon waking the next morning, the pup was found clinging in her sleep, and had to be pried off for Wada to be free. Even through the actions of being pried off, however, Kahra didn’t wake up for another hour or so.
★ She’ll still cling to Wada if she falls asleep beside her, just as she will with anyone else, but it’s relatively more difficult to pry her off, now that she’s larger than the sea witch.
★ One thing she desperately hopes Wada forgets someday is the time she walked in to see Kahra wearing one of her sailor hats and pretending to be her witch, making poses and enthusiastically saying the names of some of her witch’s magical attacks.
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