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name: Erin birthday: Nov 19 gender: female orientation: bi/pan age: 23 favorite candy: Twix or Reeses favorite pizza: pineapple and pepperoni favorite salad dressing: beats me i just eat whatever's on the salad favorite meal: red bull maruchan yakisoba teriyaki beef flavor :') Or, you know. Cooked things. best friend(s): Lisa and the gremlin best relative: my aunt? not counting immediate family. best pet: dumb cat best celebrity: in terms of hotness, I would say Nicki Minaj or Joseph Gordon-Levitt one random fact about your day: I forgot to take my meds last night so I've had THE WONKIEST DAY OMG one random fact about your job/school: you can always tell who's an archaeologist in my anthro classes because they actually wear archaeologist hats and have water bottles that are probably filled with booze (these are my peers xD) one random fact about your favorite tv show: Bubblegum/Marceline is actually canon but Adventure Time has hit a wall making it more obvious. Like, interviews have confirmed this. one random fact you wish was a fact but it isn’t: Sea lions live in my house favorite soda: I don't like soda... best memory: I recall this afternoon of babysitting my little brother and he was walking around the front yard in nothing but a diaper and lime green galoshes... I dunno, that's a nice memory, let's go with that one random fact about you: I own giant hardcover books of Far Side comics tag five people: nno
hands, eyes
(sorry I took so long with this ovo; I feel rude. But thanks for the words!)
Hands:
Kasumi’s hands are long and look bigger than they are because his wrists are so skinny. His fingers are kinda knobby, but he takes really good care of his fingernails. He used to chew on them, but he taught himself to stop because he’s vain. His wrist movements are hard to explain, but basically it’s like his wrists don’t put too much effort into holding his hands up lol There’s a tentativeness to it and a fluidity. He gesticulates a lot, but in slow motion. Sometimes his words go faster than his hands do.
Eyes:
Big n brown. His bottom eyelid is somewhat puffy and prone to bags. If he cries that thing swells up like a red balloon. He has pretty prominent eyelashes. His eyes are remarkably honest. If you’re looking into them, you can basically tell what he’s thinking. He unconsciously averts his eyes if he’s lying or trying to hide something, perhaps for this reason. He’s bad at keeping eye contact anyway. He’ll talk to your nose more than to you.
[Build]
Kasumi is rather delicate and bony. It’s like somebody stretched him farther than he was supposed to be stretched. He isn’t unhealthy, just skinny and long-limbed. Even his face is kind of elongated. He isn’t sure why he chose this body as his human form, but it might have been a somewhat unconscious reflection of his personality, or at least how he was feeling when he first turned into a human. Delicate, awkward. Deer-like. When he’s graceful he’s very graceful, when he’s awkward he’s very awkward, and all the time he’s overly careful, like he’s still testing things out.
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[hair]: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.
[eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they're alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.
[mouth]: are their lips always drawn thin or are they plump and kissable, what's their "default expression"/resting face, do they have all their own teeth, do they use their teeth to smile, etc.
[face]: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what's the size and shape of their nose, what's the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.
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[legs]: are they solidly built, short and stubby, or long and graceful, do they have knobbly knees or rounded knees, what's their gait, etc.
[feet]: do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what's their usualy stance, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc.
[other]: any other obscure feature or tiny detail that the asker is interested in, could include fantastical elements such as a tail, wings, horns, must be stated by asker, etc.
Hey there! This is a new indie rp blog for a modern!au of Sha Gojyo from Saiyuki. Open to OCs and crossovers and whatever. Please like or reblog if you’re interested? *rolls around* Thanks <3 (ps this is a sideblog so follows will come from my main v-v)
Ooooooh geez. I made a Saiyuki blog. My dash decided to bombard me with Kazuya Minekura nostalgia today and my hand slipped oops.
You should go follow it yo *eyebrow waggling*
❝OH!!!❞
Eyes would widen in shock as she watched his feet transform into something compared to fins— or a frog’s feet. She would release him from her grasp, completely transfixed on the flippers below. Bright green optics would flicker towards his own gaze.
❝What are you??? Are you an extra-galactic species too??❞
For a brief moment she would dip beneath the waves, curiosity getting the best of her. She would become eye-level with the fins, magenta digits reaching forward to tentatively poke them. They felt real!! Resurfacing, she continued to question him.
❝What’s your name?? How’d you do that???❞
Extra-galactic? Like, an alien? He choked, not on the water this time, but she dove under the water to inspect his feet before he could question her. Her poke tickled and he drew back slightly, staring at her when she re-emerged.
"Er, not exactly..." he said. He shook his head. "My name is Kasumi. I'm, um. Let's see. How to explain this. I'm from this, er, planet but I'm made of different stuff than humans. I can change into different creatures if I want to. I could probably change into whatever you are, but that would probably be rude. Sorry. What are you exactly?" He shook his head again, as if scolding himself. "Or first of all, what's your name? I don't mean to be rude, it's just, I don't meet many aliens..."
☾* "Crazy is just innovation in the beginning stages.” Aubrey knew crazy. She lived with crazy. She loved crazy. She expected almost anything. Knowing the other just needed a really, really small pipe had nearly been a let down. She tapped her chin in thought.
"What’s it for?"
With utter solemnity Kasumi said, "My coworkers and I are making a voodoo doll of our boss. It wouldn't be the same without his pipe." It was just a joke. None of them knew the first thing about voodoo. Even Kasumi, who was fully aware that magic was A Thing, didn't take it seriously. But if they were going to go through with the joke, they were going to do it right.
"So um, do you have visitors often?" Christine asked nervously. The woman was currently cleaning the blood off of her face. The only reply she got was a shake of the head. Was that a no? The old woman didn’t say anything as she tugged at Christine’s shirt. "You want me to lift it up?" the brunette asked in confusion. Maybe the elderly woman couldn’t speak. The rest of her treatment followed the same pattern. Just tugs here and a nod there.
Soon the woman let her reunite with Kasumi in the kitchen. Christine recieved her own cup of tea, and Kasumi got a refill. It was too dark to head home now … maybe they should just spend the night?
The conversation in the other room was certainly... one-sided. Was this woman mute or did she speak another language? Kasumi's night was getting stranger and stranger, but he found comfort in the tea at least.
When Christine and the old woman returned, Kasumi made a show of offering their tea, but the old woman quickly took over, refilling Kasumi's cup and generally puttering around. She predictably had nothing to say on the matter, and Kasumi found himself gravitating toward Christine.
"You look a lot better already," he said. It was probably a very obvious thing to say. Anybody would look better with the blood cleaned off their face. "Er. It's looking pretty dark. Do you live very far from here?" The old woman approached, energetically shaking her head. "What?" Kasumi asked. "Do you want us to stay?" In response, she shoved a plate of crackers into his hands and pushed the two of them back into the living room. Well ok then.
A nudge brought Christine out of her nap. She shouldn’t really be sleeping anyway with her injuries, but it couldn’t be helped. It took the brunette a moment to realize Kasumi was human again, her mind was getting a bit fuzzy. The shack he was pointing to looked promising, as she limped over with her friend’s assistance.
Knocking lightly, they waited for the door to open. After a few minutes a little old woman answered. “Um hello miss … Would you be able to help us?” she asked quietly. With a nod the woman let them in, but she made Kasumi stay in the kitchen to wait. The brunette was a bit nervous without him by her side, he was kind of growing on her in a friendly kind of way.
Kasumi dithered awkwardly in the kitchen. Kitchens were so inviting when you were familiar with them, but he couldn't think of a more intimidating room in an unfamiliar house. He hoped Christine would be alright...
An electric kettle on the counter started steaming and he busied himself hunting down where the cups were at, and plopping in the tea bags the old woman had laid out. He hoped this old woman abode by the old woman rule of liking to share tea with strangers.
He hoped Christine would be alright. That thought kept popping into his head. He sipped his own tea serving and put his ear against the door, hoping to eavesdrop on the two women.
It did not know what weirdness meant. It was only doing what it was programmed to do. Care for others. Be of service to them. This was one of their services.
It nodded its head, as it gently led to the spigot. Turning on the water, it placed the hand gently beneath it. "I am only doing what is programmed of me to do. But thank you for saying so.”
The touch was oddly gentle, the connection simultaneously weird and kind of soothing. The water stung but only a little. What was more important was the extra weird direction this conversation had gone in.
It was then that Kasumi noticed a faint smell like oil on the boy. There wasn't the smell of flesh and sweat. An animal would have probably noticed it sooner.
"Er, pardon me for asking," said Kasumi, "but are you, uh, human?"
☾* And fortunately I know a little bit of magic It’s a talent that I have always possessed * ☽
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☾* Aubrey shut her textbook with a soft slap as she heard the little din of the bell over the store. A new customer needed all of her attention. The woman smiled at the other. "Welcome. Anything I can help you with?”
Kasumi wasn't a big fan of antique shops (new things were better than old things in his book any day) but he had something specific in mind today.
"You're gonna think I'm crazy, but I need a tiny pipe. Like, a smoking pipe but for dolls or something. A miniature. Super tiny." He used his thumb and forefinger to demonstrate exactly how tiny.
✮·.·´¯`·.·✮ Rain was reassuring, but nothing against coldness. Which the student would keep his rather nervously shaking manner while staying beside the stranger. “I’m Toyo A-Ayasawe.” How disturbing it had become to speak properly — aside from the fact how the male always would create some incomprehensible stuttering words.
"I u-usually l-like the r-rain, but I d-don’t like those e-extremely loud and wet o-ones." Every rain was loud and wet, but he only was talking about strong storms like this one flying above their heads. Which seemed to become worse by the second.
All the blond could think of was to find a shelter and get some of his warmth back. At least a little one. Which his slow rubbing against his shoulders won’t do. “C-Can y-you see any k-kind of s-shelter?” Or anything else they could hide under. Just anything.
Kasumi subtly leaned over to better hear the boy's stuttering. Was he really so cold, or was that a nervous tic or his? If Kasumi had a coat he'd offer it to him, but alas! The storm had caught Kasumi entirely unawares. His shirt was sticking to him with the rain and chilling him to the bone. His own teeth started chattering. Nevertheless he grinned (which must have looked weird, what with the whole teeth chattering thing).
"There's an overpass near here," he said. "M-maybe we can get under that. But if the wind picks up and the rain starts going sideways, we won't be safe under there either..."
The waves crashed against the beach with a noise like rolling thunder. Perhaps lightning should be their first concern...
"Aha!" Kasumi said suddenly, pointing to a little tourist shop at the corner. There were lights on and a friendly Open sign. "I bet they'll let us in."
Christine shouldn’t have been surprised, but low and behold her eyes went wide and she was at a loss for words. She had plenty of strange halfling friends, or some could even use magic. So a man that could change into a mule wouldn’t be considered strange in her book.
Petting Kasumi’s head, the brunette hummed. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I’m sorry you had to risk changing to help me though.” Continuing to pet him, Christine tried to stay awake. She was getting tired from the day’s adventure and Kasumi’s new form was rather warm and comfortable.
Something about her voice made Kasumi believe she would keep his secret. She didn't seem overly surprised somehow--certainly not repulsed--and the petting was strangely comforting. He couldn't speak as a mule (at least not any language humans would understand), but he did blow a comfortable snort.
As the twilight steadily darkened, Kasumi carried her on down the deserted beach. Before long they came to a little dock and a shack for renting boats. A light was on in the window. Maybe someone who could help?
Kasumi nudged Christine, noticing that she was starting to fall asleep. He wanted to change back into a human, but he didn't want to do so without warning her in case she might startle and fall. With her acknowledgement he knelt awkwardly and changed back, perfectly human again accept that the color of his shirt had changed, an occasional afterthought of the magic. He smiled queasily and helped her to her feet again, pointing out the shack.
We were never poetic, we were just fucked up.
there’s still glass in my palms from that night. (via astralveins)
It’s dark downtown, so the stars shine bright
