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independent, selective and semi-active multimuse penned by lynn. rules. canon muses. original characters.
❛ in the face of certain death, we rise. ❜
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@worldly-diversity: starter for jirna!
shrouded in a blanket of tranquility, the shrine of the fire keeper was a still picture, seemingly frozen in time. vegetation claimed each inch of land. tall, age-old trees with heavy trunks and thick branches that spoke of ancient tales stood firm against the endless sky, and white flowers coloured the entire landscape. the sun never slept where the fire of the world burned, and so did all the creatures here. alive and thriving with life.
underneath the pleasant lush of an apple tree, the goddess of balance rested on a low branch. long and lustrous hair fell down her shoulders like a shining, silvery waterfall, gently pooling around bare feet. she was holding a creature— a qilin, magical beasts of fortune that they were, but this one that was shivering and trembling with a haunting of death, its soul was slipping through her fingers like sand. a poor creature. lost in its chase for clarity, only to return here with its fire dwindling as a means to escape. a poor creature that would soon be led away by the guide of the dead.
even she could not help despite being the keeper of fire. as much as ilye wanted to once again breathed life into those bleary eyes, she could not interfere with the logic of the world lest the balance was disturbed and, therefore, broken. but the least she could was to grant the creature a mercy death, to be finally freed from the heavy burden that weighed down its withering soul— she dearly hoped that would be enough to ease the sufferings that were taking away the qilian’s promise of a peaceful slumber. a small flame ignited on the tip of her finger and she let the qilian’s dying body absorbed it. it was a simple flame to relieve its pain, holding the threads of its shattered heart together by a blissful mirage.
all that was left was to wait for the inevitable arrival of death’s servant.
and before long, the centaur was in front of her, whom she greeted with the gentlest of smiles. ‘ i hadth awaited thee, servant of death. ’ a servant of death in the sanctuary of life. it had been such a long time since a being of the deceased visited her shrine, whose presence she welcomed all the same too in the cradle of rebirth. death, after all, was a natural part of life— one could not exist without the other. ilye stared at his direction for a brief moment before she averted back to the now sleeping qilian in her palm. softly caressed its still warm fur, the goddess of balance whispered a farewell to the creature, and to her longing as well. ‘ sleep well, little one. thou art safe now, and forever, thou shalt be. ’
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❝ what do you want .. ? ❞ misa need not lift her gaze to see who it had been that approached her. she knew. there were only so many people that carried such a noticeable air of dread with them and wore it so comfortably. ( of all things, she hated that it had to be on her break, too. ) adjusting her posture as she leaned back against the convenience store building, she finally looked toward the man which she spoke to. she only wished that she was mistaken. the sight of him brought an unpleasant lump to her throat. she couldn’t be offered peace even at her place of work, could she ? unlike a gnat, she couldn’t just shoo him, either. ❝ and that was not an invitation for conversation, so make it quick. ❞ blunt, and to the point. she really doesn’t miss a beat in letting her dislike be known. / @crescendv
❛ i’ve missed you, too, sweetheart. ❜
sasori smiles, and it’s one of his perfectly maneuvered, and flawlessly designed smiles that he knows misa dreads— to be fair, it’s evident that the prestigious lady of the rei beauty corp. despises him no matter what he does and sasori is loving it. she has insisted that a monster— he is one, indeed— manifests itself inside this, he quotes, miserable excuse of a man out of pitiful malevolence, and he, dutifully subjected to her wish, is simply living up to her fantasy of a twisted, degraded, and disgraceful degenerate.
scum. worthless piece of shit. a psychopath.
❛ so eager to see me, aren’t you darling. i love how you are looking at me with such dark passion underneath that burning resentment. ❜ special treatment. sasori hums to himself and an immaculate smile etched with a careless satisfaction brushes his lips. intrigued. and admittedly, he’s missed her— he’s missed this, although it bothers him to be unable to explicitly identify... just what he’s missing? ❛ ...ah, i don’t think i can do that. spending quality time together with your boyfriend should be your top priority, shouldn’t it? ❜ the forensic investigator flatly disregards her hostility— hostility, an absolutely amusing term when she has done nothing to worth the indication, and regretfully, could not do anything either— and invites himself in. he chuckles when she hisses.
the store is exactly as it was when he last met her ( minus the feisty feline, he wonders if the little creature is still alive ), which had already been months. still timeless like an ageless canvas that he carves into his memory— the eternal beauty that he cherishes. he does notice some... surprising changes, however, and it isn’t subtle at all. misa grows her hair back, and the habitual bleaching that she practises is forsaken apparently. blinding locks of blond now the shade of an abysmal black, a stark contrast to the intense lilac of her eyes and a compliment to the pristine paleness of her complexion, a goddess veiled in an untouchable mist of secrecy that no filthy mortals could defile— a piece of art that he has visualised and humoured himself a long time ago, but unjustly, he is the last to know.
sasori’s breath slows.
time does fly. and he feels odd. and she’s changed. and he wasn’t a part of it. and...
and she’s so perfect.
and she’s his.
he makes a mental note to frequent her place later. for the time being, he doesn’t have enough time on his hand to spare despite his unwillingness. sasori has been incredibly busy— constant calls have been coming in from the higher-ups and the local authorities, reporting several dead bodies found ( mind you, some of those were his art and it was quite insulting to render them inanimate carcasses ), multiple facilities from different regions have been requesting forensic investigators, especially forensic science technicians, to dissect the crime scenes for the frontline officers. his pager has already been blasting like hell inside his pocket since the moment he drove off to her workplace, duty calls, but sasori isn’t here entirely for fun and giggle. the recurrence pattern of each murder is alarming his instincts as he deduces from the profile he was given, and it leads him to where she is.
too many coincidences isn’t a coincidence.
the offender knows of him, he concludes, at least on the outside. he isn’t sure what they know, or what they don’t, and he doesn’t know the motive of the said culprit yet, but this is clearly a challenge. a game of sort.
and misa rei is the winning prize.
* the body artist starters
the body artist is a novel by don delillo.
‘ be my friend. ’
‘ you’re my happy home. ’
‘ do you know what that means? ’
‘ you need to be around familiar people and things. alone is no good. ’
‘ but for you it’s different. ’
‘ only you don’t know it. ’
‘ you’re here to get away from that. ’
‘ but are you lonely? ’
‘ everyone’s lonely. this is something else. ’
‘ what do you see? ’
‘ shut up. ’
‘ do you want some of this? ’
‘ tell me because i’m not sure. ’
‘ who is leaving? ’
‘ and never so close. ’
‘ tried calling several times. ’
‘ do you drink juice? ’
‘ don’t touch it. i’ll clean it up later. ’
‘ look at me. ’
‘ you don’t know how to love the ones you love until they disappear abruptly. ’
‘ i always think this isn’t supposed to happen here. i think anywhere but here. ’
‘ talking to you. ’
‘ i feel bad we didn’t talk. ’
‘ it’s not interesting. forget it. ’
‘ look at me. ’
‘ i know how much. ’
‘ try to answer. ’
‘ tell me something. ’
‘ i don’t want to forget it. ’
‘ what are you doing? ’
‘ yes, i want to be here. ’
‘ just tell me okay. ’
‘ it made my day. ’
‘ i didn’t say anything. ’
‘ you said something. ’
‘ it’s too early. ’
‘ what am i supposed to say? ’
‘ say some words. ’
‘ or say whatever comes into your head. ’
‘ were you here, somewhere, listening? ’
‘ don’t you understand? ’
‘ did you hear us in the room? ’
‘ but i want to say it. ’
‘ i’m happy for you. ’
‘ then it’s not gone. ’
‘ there’s always a noise. ’
‘ it was looking at me. ’
‘ don’t we see them all the time? ’
‘ it’s gone. ’
‘ i don’t want to hear this. ’
‘ it’s like pushing a boulder. ’
MISA REI.
how brave he was ━━ she would think him if she were more bold, more dangerous. misa’s no different than a feral cat cornered in a dark alley … only without fang nor claw to defend herself with and only hissing and snarling to warn with. only a trained eye could pick apart the subtle shift in posture and the tightening of muscles under thin skin pulled tight over muscle & bone.
her chest falters in the worst way & it’s like a fire’s let loose, spurned on by anger and loathing toward the person ( no━ monster )before her, holding her much closer than she would like.
it doesn’t much matter the nature of things : misa hated his touch. the way it felt like contact made her flesh itch and crawl with disgust. he’s no more welcome than an uninvited guest and yet somehow he’s made this into a game to keep pressing buttons … that’s the only logical explanation ( perhaps she’s made too many complaints against him & this is his own brand of karma ? she should consider the consequences of her actions. )
❛ ━ it would be in your best interest to let go of me. ❜ ( and leave her presence; yet this goes unspoken. ) her words are without kindness or warmth. a warning that he won’t dare heed and she speaks like a broken record skipping on repeat. her eyes have since narrowed with a piercing gaze … he disgusts her, and she would much rather be left alone than allow him into her line of sight or pervade any of her senses much longer.
❛ ah. ❜ her threat falls directly on his deaf ear, and her revulsion too, it hardly matters. sasori smiles to himself, soft as it is slowly materialised, perfectly controlled and precisely designed just how he wants it to be; although, undeniably, she always loves messing with him and he, overlooking his own ethic, always lets her. sasori studies his fingers dryly━ it isn’t meant for his touch to linger longer than he expects. one arm slid under her waist and almost crushes her hips, he keeps her where she is━ she makes him do this, and, despite the glaring implication of disgust that she holds whenever he reaches for her, he clutches and presses her further into his desperate grasp. as cold thumb brushes past her delicate cheekbones and ghosts down the line of her refined bone structure, and their breath mingle together in a delightful synchronisation━ sending a rush of overwhelming ecstasy coursing through the deepest pit of his stomach, his heartbeats slowed, and slowed, so low, that he nearly can’t hear it anymore. all that he feels is her. her softness. her fragrance. her warmth. her skin. her body. her. he has coveted her for so long that he cannot understand his infatuation with her anymore━ everything goes out of control when she bats an eyelash at him with or without his consent. sasori knows he craves her. he wants her. he needs her. he desires to have her. he yearns for her. badly. and it is paralysing his system the more time he spends watching her from her childhood to her adulthood. nothing functions correctly, the frustration is real and it’s agonising, it drives him up the wall, but he cannot relieve it because it isn’t her━ and it’s torturing him every night to dream of such carnal and earthly illusion of her. sasori cannot hold himself back. it smothers him to not touch her. it suffocates him to not see her. and it takes every fiber of his being not to cut her into pieces or encase her in ice to enjoy her all for himself. it’s a curse more than a blessing, but a blissful curse that he indulges. no one is allowed to have her. she belongs to him, and only to him. ❛ what would you give me in exchange, sweetheart ? ❜ sasori’s smile grows, pretending he does not see her visible display of fury when he buries his head into her hair and bites the base of her ear. he nibbles it again, for quite a few times before he dives to her neck. inhaling, breathing in steadily━ sasori can easily catch a whiff of her familiar perfume that he has missed dearly. she trembles when his lips brush her main artery and graze her collarbone. his heartbeat jumps. he just wants her so fucking much. ❛ what would you give me in exchange for your freedom, misa ? ❜ but he has to be patient to get what he fancies. he has to chain her freedom to him, clips her wings and binds them together forever. for now she may be under his supervision and within his reach, were he to be too demanding however, surely she would run away from him. sasori isn’t worried though. it’s not much of a problem or any of the sorts, it’s simply a waste of time to wait for her to come crawling her way back to him. she cannot escape, she knows this, and he won’t let her.
𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒.
five hundreds years ago, japan was divided into four main segments: the north, the south, the east and the west. and within each perimeter of the four segments, the land was split into many different, separated regions that was dominated and protected and governed over by its respective daiyokai, or commonly referred to as the great demon. sakura ruled the regions of the west. she was a feudal lord that oversaw the human’s politics in general, and at the same time, she was a widely respected, feared and powerful daiyokai that protected her territory in the west. unlike akura ou or tomoe — the most well known daiyokais that lived in the same era as sakura, whose name was notorious of bloodshed, sakura was acknowledged as one of the pacific daiyokais in her time by both gods and humans, and matter-of-factly, she was loved and praised by her worshippers and followers, which sakura often referred to as the sa clan ( the sa in sakura ). as her name suggested, her recognisable traits in terms of appearance were her cherry blossom themed kimono, and the significant diamond shaped seal on her forehead. power and combat ability wise, her power/magic originated from the life energy of tree-related elements, it mostly revolved around plant manipulation and healing and contrary to popular belief, her magic was rather weak and limited compared to magic-reliant yokais, daiyokais ( tomoe for example ), her combat style however was brutal. despite her physics being notably petite and delicate, her close quarter combat prowess was unmatched and must not, by any means and by all means, be underestimated. she did not possess any form of weapons, the furthest to an exclusive equipment that she had was a pair of armguard. but most of the time, she fought with her bare fists and relied solely on her skills, with the rare exception of magic sometimes. she was a master of martial art, a one woman army herself and a formidable equal to akura ou. although similar in style to the demon king akura ou, sakura was not a blood-thirsty daiyokai like many feared, sakura did not have a violent tendency and she would prefer not to initiate battle, as stated before, she was a passive and indifferent daiyokai. prior to her relocation to the shrine of mikage, sakura fell in love and was married to the tengu monarch of the tengu mountain situated in the north west a.k.a mount Kurama nowadays — ichirou. it was love at first sight. during this period, for some reasons, there had been riots broken out between yokais, lesser yokais and humans which occurred along the borders of her territory, and strangely near to the tengu mountain. as the lord of the west and the ruling feudal lord, it was sakura’s duty to put down the rebel force immediately and to assuage the people’s dismay of the yokai outbreak. she met ichirou at the last battle against the prolonged insurgency. he was severely injured, barely conscious and almost beyond saving when sakura marched into the last stronghold of the revolt, recognised the tengu easily, she rescued him from the hand of the rebellion and brought him back to her castle for further treatment. after a month or so, with the assistance of sakura’s superb healing magic and tengu’s privileged ability to regenerate at lightning speed, ichirou was fully recovered from his injury and was ready to depart. however, the tengu monarch did not leave, disregarding the senators of the tengu mount’s request. he stayed for the sole reason of falling in love with the daiyokai of the west, and she to him too, their love was beautiful and gentle like the lazy wind of autumn, he was gentle and she was soft, soon, the west celebrated the birth of its lord’s first daughter. however, tragedy came like a whirlwind and took away both her husband and her daughter. it was when sakura was expectant with their second child. in spite of keeping in touch with his trusted subordinates on the mountain and managing the mountain affairs from afar, the tengu mountain could not be without its monarch present, just like the west could not be without its daiyokai. they had to part. their daughter, as the daiyokai of the west’s first born and the absolute monarch of the tengu mountain’s first born, she was the heiress to the throne of the west and the sovereignty of the tengu mountain, therefore, the senators of the tengu mountain threatened requested an urgent audience with the monarch for the right of her heirship. ichirou had no choice but to bring their daughter with him. while he was away, war commenced in the west. the tengu army, under the senators of the tengu mountain’s command, joined force with the yokai from the south, the north and the east started raiding sakura’s territory and, when sakura wasn’t available to secure the sa clan and to defend her land simultaneously, the tengu assassins sent by one of the senators massacred the sa clan. land lost, and her people one by one either fell victim to the barbarism of the savage yokais or sold to slavery to the other daiyokais. her h enraged, the seal on her forehead broke and the true power of the daiyokai of the west was first shown to the prying eyes of the world, surpassing all borders of reality and limitation, sakura’s wrath completely wiped out the entire army of the joined force by herself. the land of the west quickly became barren from a land once of wealth and joy, trees rotted and flowers wilted without its daiyokai’s power. all signs of life eradicated. forsaken by the feudal lord. sakura was on her warpath to the tengu mountain, death followed her every steps, life decayed at her presence, the daiyokai of the west wore the haori of the grim reaper one more time as she once had long ago. the tengu were no match to the monstrous daiyokai of the west. easily broken through the defense, she went on a killing spree, spiraled into lunacy while she searched for her husband and her daughter like a mad woman. one after another, the tengu fell, she ran as far as her feet could carry her, blood spilled and swallowed her whole, drenching her and the tengu mountain in a river of blood and death. lost her mind in the thick stench of blood and the smell of death, desperate for her husband’s gentle hug and her daughter innocent smile, and there, the lifeless body of her husband and her daughter greeted her. her world stopped spinning all at once, falling on her knees, and she could see only black and white. shaking in an overwhelming sorrow. the unbreakable daiyokai of the west broke down for the first time. bathed in the river of blood and drowned in agony, no tears left to mourn, she stayed still like a statue, holding the corpses of her husband and her daughter tight, the daiyokai’s heart was shattered into million of pieces. and she was fading, dying, once more returned to ashes. as life slipped through her fingers like sand, sakura used the last of her power to convert the body of her family into the thousand years sakura tree, a forever reminder of the crime the tengu had committed against the daiyokai of the west, and a final memento of her happiness, her blood family. last breath was left wordless, no prayers were said for her, her body perished into cherry blossom petals, blown away in the crying wind. but her soul did not rest. it carried the anger, the sorrow, the hatred with it, heaven wouldn’t accept her and neither would hell, and so, she became a vengeful spirit that wandered in the realm of the living. however, her lament eventually reached mikage’s ears on one of his trips to the land of the west after the disaster that had befallen the land, he listened to her story in her cry, mikage then decided to collect the petals of the withered daiyokai of the west, he yearned for the daiyokai of the west to learn love again purely out of his genuine compassion and sympathy, using his power as the land god to nurture the dead soul from the wilted petals, the sakura tree blossomed once again in the shrine of mikage, the daiyokai of the west was reborn as a free soul. mikage did not keep her at the shrine and encouraged her to grow into what she once was, but she chose to stay by mikage’s side instead and became his familiar willingly.
❛ INSERT DUMB QUOTE HERE ! ❜
credit: @rosesplash ( psd: danterph / template: kingsleigh )
MISA REI.
❛ ━ what do you want ? ❜
the sharp tone of her voice doesn’t hesitate to cut through the air, spurned on by his presence in the boutique shop she worked at. just the sight of him is enough to sour and agitate her mood further. she straightens her posture behind the shop’s counter to appear taller and more intimidating, a half finished sudoku puzzle open with pencil resting off to the side. (another common sight as it helped time pass on slower days. )
❛ ah. right. ❜ sasori’s lips slightly part some inches to let out a half-hearted sigh that is seemingly dejected and seemingly not— he doesn’t care, he has time to play her game of chase if she wants to. but he’s got to admit that, as both a prideful man and her to be boyfriend, the fact that she is giving him the cold shoulders despite their suggestive relationship has really, really hurt him. she loves testing his patience though— being the little devil she is, he knows that she always has because she loves seeing how far he can go, and just how much he can take to satisfy her need for the itching, scratching sadism. aren’t they the same, now, no matter how many times she denies it ? she wants to tear through his picture-perfect pretence, and he, too, is dying to see that composed, disgusted face slowly contorts into pure terror and fright at his disposal. sasori chuckles. it’s alright, two can play at a game as long as she feels like it. ❛ don’t be so cold, sweetheart. ❜ he looks at her and says, each syllables enunciated are richly soaked in visible laziness in case she has not noticed as if, matter-of-factly, he pays absolutely no mind to her words and he doesn’t need to— despite her cold and tough facade that she shows, his dearest misa is only all mouth when it gets serious. leaning further into the cashier counter, closing in the distance between them although she is already backing away, the smile that persists on his lips simply broadens, sasori reaches out his ungloved hand and gently brushes the outline of her watery, rosy lips ; his other free one quickly catches her retreating wrist. head tilts, a low laugh comes from the back of his throat. his brows raise. and the blazing hues of amber and gold that dye his eyes seem to burn brighter with humour buried underneath. he yanks his wrist backwards and consequentially, she looses her footing and falls into his arms. sasori promptly secures her waist, pressing her further into his chest. the spark of humour in his eyes deepens itself with or without his consent. ❛ this is much better, isn’t it. ❜