This is an indie RP blog of the character Tsubaki from the anime Soul Eater. I have not yet read the manga, so I may not be able to RP with those of you who have, but anyone else with an interest in Soul Eater, feel free to get in touch with me!
Tsubaki sighed. “Yes, of course, sir.” She passed her eyes over the wreckage. Broken picture frames, cracked doors, overturned desks, papers somehow stuck to the walls…yes, Black*Star had certainly been here. Why can’t he just clean up after himself, if he can’t train without destroying a room…
She began scooping broken bits of the room into her arms. “Lord Death?” she asked. “Why did you let Black*Star practice in here? I mean, we have a perfectly good gym and training lot and even a rec center not too far away…”
Shinigami looked around ”Weeel~” He said calmly ”Because he challlenged meee~” He smiled at her ”Black star is at the infermaryyyy~~” He cocked his head ”And i didn’t want anyooone to see him flyying over everyyythiiing. So it was a spaaarriiing traaainiiing~”
Forgetting her manners, Tsubaki dropped the debris she had gathered. "In the infirmary?" she shrieked. "Black*Star! Is he going to be okay? Oh, Lord Death, I don't know why he challenged you, really...this is my fault, I should have been watching him..." She clutched her cheeks in her hands, her thoughts spinning with all the possibilities of bones that could have been broken with one swift Reaper Chop to her partner's head.
Tsubaki sighed. "Yes, of course, sir." She passed her eyes over the wreckage. Broken picture frames, cracked doors, overturned desks, papers somehow stuck to the walls...yes, Black*Star had certainly been here. Why can't he just clean up after himself, if he can't train without destroying a room...
She began scooping broken bits of the room into her arms. "Lord Death?" she asked. "Why did you let Black*Star practice in here? I mean, we have a perfectly good gym and training lot and even a rec center not too far away..."
"Hi Professor Stein. I know the due date isn't for another two and a half weeks, but I thought I would turn in my essay on the dynamics of soul wavelengths today. Is that okay?"
To everyone who ever said “I have OCD” just because they’re organized, tidy, super clean, meticulous…this is what OCD looks like.
How about we stop using that term so lightly.
The following is my musings about some of the things I experienced this summer with the loss of a pet. Feel free to scroll on, but I've tried to make this interesting and possibly helpful to anyone who has gone through such an experience themselves.
While it was a difficult experience, I feel like it was a powerful, beautiful testament to the way life has a funny way of turning loss into healing.
Even if you don't read on, know that friends are powerful creatures, whether they are humans or not!
Last month, we had to put my dog, Draco, to sleep. It was the best choice for him, because he had stopped eating, could no longer walk on his own, was going blind and probably deaf, and likely had a stroke which caused complete paralysis in the left side of his face and all of his neck. I had no doubts that it was the best choice for me to let him go peacefully, but that didn't change how much I hated to accept that I would have to go through life without him.
Seriously, look at that beautiful bastard. Look at him.
On his last night on earth, I carried him upstairs and put him in bed with me. He had never slept in my bed with be before. He was always a very solemn, quiet, sophisticated dog. He didn't like to cuddle, and while he accepted scratches on the ears or hips with proud gratitude, was almost embarrassed to consent to cuddling.
But that night, he lay in bed with me and let me cuddle him. This was the first time I realized that his life was coming full circle.
On his first night in our home, he cried all night long. Like all puppies his age, he missed his mother and sisters. I lay awake all night that night, trying desperately to comfort him, to no avail. A little over eleven years later, I lay awake all night with him once again. Only this time, it was his last night in our home, and I was the one crying. He kept vigil with me, lightly licking my calf, trying to comfort me. The similarities between his first and last night made it all too clear to me that a lovely period of my life was drawing to a definitive close.
Too many feels. Basketball break? I think yes.
I was one of those shy kids with more anxiety than a pre-teen needed to have. You don't need to know about the chubby, lonely, sad little girl I used to be, because she only existed when I was at school. Whenever I came home, Draco was there to be my friend. We were tight bros. I can't think of a human being who has a similar relationship with me to the one I had with Draco. We knew all of each other's secrets and could spend time together as easily as we could breathe.
But that awful morning, I carried him downstairs and held him on my lap in the van on the way to the vet. He didn't like car rides, and the only other time he had sat on my lap in the car was the day we brought him home. The first time, a tiny, scared, carsick puppy rode on my lap. The next time, a tired, majestic old dog rode on the lap of a scared, sick girl.
I was with him when they gave him the injection. He hid his face under my arm the whole time we waited. I think he knew what was about to happen. Anyway, I was there to hold him when his life left him, and I held his body on the car ride home. I kissed his face and felt that it was no longer warm, and when I carried him to the grave we dug for him he no longer held his head up at his usual dignified angle.
Closure is kind of a bitch, isn't it? Draco's life with me started and ended with tears and helplessness. It started with a puppy on my lap and ended with a lifeless dog on my lap. Eleven years went by so quickly, and the beginning and the end were like bookends on a chapter of my life that I can never return to.
I think Draco's death was as painful as it was because the universe wanted me to remember the beginning of our relationship so clearly, just as it took that relationship away from me. However, I don't think I would have had it any other way. Now when I remember how it felt to lose him, I am forced to remember the first wonderful eleven years, from the very beginning.
It takes a long time to heal from any loss. If you have ever lost a pet, you know that you're never prepared for just how huge this loss can feel. Sure, any pet is just a dog, cat, hamster, python, horse, pig, goat, capybara, whatever. But don't let yourself or anyone else forget that pets can be a best friend too.
Don't ever feel guilty for mourning because others may have it worse than you do.
Don't ever let someone tease you for loving an animal.
Don't ever take for granted a really pure, deep, caring relationship with an animal. They love you so much, and if you open up to them, the next chapter of your life will be so bittersweet and worthwhile.
So there's my experience with Draco. I hope some of you who have dealt with this kind of loss can find some truth or maybe a little inspiration from his story. If anything, I hope you all can remember that life is full of little openings and closings. You just have to look out for them!
"My dear Black*Star, I stepped out for a few minutes and it seems as though my panty drawer has been tampered with. You were home the whole time. I don't suppose you saw anything, did you?"
Catching up - One Weapon, One Meister, Two Friends
"Aki! It's been a long time since our paths have crossed...how have you been?" Tsubaki smiled to her friend, arms outstretched.
//I know it's been a long time since I've been on Tumblr, so I thought I would start a new thread for us. I'm sorry if I'm a little out of practice, but I've missed RPing with you, senpai! ^_^
