* ♡ ペルセポネ。

independent & private jjba oc⠀ /⠀ by eli .

[fraigrant]

i’ll make a proper pinned post eventually but 4 now ... saku’s info is up on her carrd uwu

[littlelovelymemes]

✰   —  —  —  LIGHT HEARTED SUGGESTIONS STARTERS

‘  the world is a little happier with you in it.  ’ ‘  i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me.  ’ ‘  i’m done apologizing for who i am.  ’ ‘  i am stronger now and i will not say sorry.  ’ ‘  let this moment be your starting point. let this moment be the one when it all began.  ’ ‘  if you have nothing, you have nothing to lose.  ’ ‘  it’s never too late to rebuild yourself.  ’ ‘  healing takes time, but it will come.  ’ ‘  your warmth and kindness is more beautiful than you know.  ’ ‘  your feelings are valid.  ’ ‘  your opinons are valid.  ’ ‘  your happiest moment is still yet to come.  ’ ‘  turn off the light and close your eyes. it can wait until tomorrow.  ’ ‘  self love is a daily commitment.  ’ ‘  don’t let those thoughts that are telling you can’t keep you from trying at all.  ’ ‘  not today. i won’t let it defeat me.  ’ ‘  stop punishing yourself. please. you don’t deserve it.  ’ ‘  breathe.  ’ ‘  you don’t deserve that! demand better!  ’ ‘  i hope you find what your soul really needs.  ’ ‘  i hope you find the happiness you yearn for.  ’ ‘  there is a point where you have to let go of the anger.  ’ ‘  even if your voice was shaky and you stuttered on your words, you still spoke up and i am so proud you did.  ’ ‘  there’s something incredible about you and i can’t quite tell what it is. maybe that’s the magic in it.  ’ ‘  i know you want more and your heart is driven like that, but don’t take on too much.  ’ ‘  people aren’t always going to do and say what you want them to and that’s okay.  ’ ‘  you are a living, breathing masterpiece.  ’ ‘  some might not understand your beauty, but you are art nonetheless.  ’ ‘  quiet down those thoughts. it’s not worth it tonight.  ’ ‘  try to have gentle thoughts.  ’ ‘  your intrusive thoughts are just thoughts and nothing more than that.  ’ ‘  i love you… i always have.  ’ ‘  i tell myself i don’t care, but i care too much.  ’ ‘  maybe you and i exist together on a different wavelength than the rest of the world. perhaps, we are on a separate frequency.  ’ ‘  concept: we’re both in our softest pajamas, your arms around me and our legs are intertwined. you kiss the back of my neck and tell me you won’t ever let me go.  ’ ‘  look close enough and you’ll find how much i adore you in every subconscious thing i do.  ’ ‘  there are countless parts of you i’ve yet to meet, yet to memorize. nevertheless, i’ll keep wanting to get to know you even when i know everything.  ’ ‘  you make me feel loved in my unlovable moments and beautiful even in my ugliest ones.  ’ ‘  oh darling, how deeply you’ve become a part of me. i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone.  ’ ‘  thank you for never making me inadequate or dumb or inferior.  ’ ‘  your constant love and respect has given me incredible strength and confidence.  ’ ‘  thank you for seeing all the good in me.  ’ ‘  every night i image you beside me.  ’ ‘  it breaks my heart that you can’t fall asleep with me in the same room or the same city, but i always remember that even an imagined silhouette of you is better than nothing at all.  ’ ‘  the spaces between your fingers are where mine fit perfectly.  ’ ‘  by some miracle, the universe created you. of all the infinite combinations of atoms, somehow that infinity filtered down to form you.  ’ ‘  what people think of you is not equivalent to who you are.  ’ ‘  the moment i let myself believe i was going to be okay was the moment i finally was.  ’ ‘  protecting your own happiness ins’t selfish.  ’ ‘  you deserve every ounce of happiness.  ’ ‘  a week, a month, a year without you is nothing compared to the lifetime we’ll spend together.  ’ ‘  tomorrow is a new day. and a new day after that. it’s never too late to start over.  ’ ‘  i finally realize that i no longer need your approval and i never really did.  ’ ‘  maybe i will be okay in the end.  ’ ‘  maybe i will find all that i’m searching for.  ’ ‘  maybe i will figure out all that i am.  ’ ‘  whatever. whatever. whatever. let is pass right by you.  ’ ‘  you are not a failure. please believe that.  ’ ‘  you are only presented with obstacles you are strong enough to conquer.  ’ ‘  it’s been long enough. it’s time to forgive yourself.  ’ ‘  your bad days don’t make your good days any less good.  ’ ‘  even in your darkest times, the sun still rises.  ’ ‘  your existence wasn’t a mistaken accident, it was a creation from almost nothing to something incredible – a miracle even.  ’ ‘  your feelings are your own. no one should be allowed to define them for you.  ’ ‘  ever since our storylines intertwined, i haven’t stopped smiling. you are the best plot twist.   ’ ‘  your thoughts are something that deserve to be heard.  ’ ‘  sometimes it’s not meant to be, but that doesn’t mean there’s no value in it happening.  ’ ‘  your greatest love story is the one you have with yourself.  ’ ‘  i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me.  ’ ‘  your existence alone has altered the world. you are more important than you know.  ’ ‘  thank you for letting me forget all the bad, even just for a second.  ’ ‘  you were built for whatever is thrown your way. you are ready.  ’ ‘  no matter what your mind is telling you, please know that you are enough.  ’ ‘  what i can’t fathom is how we can be so close yet so far away.  ’ ‘  you are not a bad person for having bad thoughts. forgive yourself.  ’ ‘  you are growing from this.  ’ ‘  you will heal in time.  ’ ‘  your strength and kindness is more beautiful than you know.  ’ ‘  i’m just trying to be happy and stop thinking about what other people think.  ’ ‘  i want to be someone who sees magic in ordinary things.  ’ ‘  be extra. enjoy things and show it. stop apologizing for it.  ’ ‘  why do you keep trying to impress people who don’t matter?  ’ ‘  let go of the hate. let go of the anger. let go of the resentment. just let it go because it’s holding you back.  ’ ‘  you’re really cute and you make me really happy.  ’ ‘  show me your genuine care.  ’ ‘  why are you beating yourself up over things you can’t control? breathe.  ’ ‘  people annoy me too easily. i need to cut that shit out. i’m not cool enough to be trying to pull that.  ’ ‘  underestimate me and give me the ability to prove you wrong.  ’ ‘  you don’t have to have everything figured out.  ’ ‘  you’re not a bad person for being angry.  ’ ‘  forever is an adventure with you.  ’ ‘  you are not a failure. please believe that.  ’ ‘  you’re my favorite reason to stay awake.  ’

[noahsresources]

in case you didn't know

for muses who need to share some intimate thoughts with one another. can be platonic, romantic, familial ... works with any kind of dynamic really. feel free to change pronouns, descriptor words, whatever you may need!

❝ you know i love and care about you, right? ❞ ❝ ... i guess i'm just scared of losing you. ❞ ❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞ ❝ you're not alone. you'll never be alone. not as long as i'm here. ❞ ❝ by your side is where i'm meant to be. ❞ ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞ ❝ i don't know what it is about you, but, you just ... you're the only one who can make me feel like this. ❞ ❝ you're amazing, you know that? ❞ ❝ who has the greatest (friend/brother/sister/sibling/parent/etc) in the world? me, that's who! ❞ ❝ i'm only managing to stand here on my two feet because of you. i made it because of you. ❞ ❝ i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to repay you. ❞ ❝ i know for a fact that you're special. i can feel it. ❞ ❝ you've actually made me feel like a person again, like i'm ... normal. ... thank you. ❞ ❝ i used to think that everyone else was just evil and cynical, guided by their own self-interest. that is, until i met you. ❞ ❝ you truly are too good for this world. ❞ ❝ i'm always blown away by just how talented you are. ❞ ❝ you deserve so much more than what you were given. ❞ ❝ nobody i've ever met has been more gifted than you. ❞ ❝ if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? ❞ ❝ you always feel really comfortable and safe to be around. ❞ ❝ i think i have a new purpose in my life. to be with you. ❞ ❝ you have a kind heart. i know you don't believe me, and you try to hide it behind a facade, but i know for a fact that you do, deep down. ❞ ❝ i think you're probably the only one who understands me. ❞ ❝ you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again. ❞ ❝ i don't deserve someone as amazing as you. ❞ ❝ i was kind to you because you looked like you needed a friend. ❞ ❝ i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me. ❞

[fraigrant]

@hopingforjustice left a message :

slides her over a beautiful bouquet of red carnations, tied together with an elegant white satin ribbon and a small handmade card attached to it. quite simple, little cherry blossoms graced its corners and a few words were scratched carefully in the center: ‘happy mother’s day to the best role model out there! ♡ - reimi.’          //          mother’s day .

          ’tis nothing of a secret ,   the woman’s   affinity   for earth’s flora ;   the impressive garden she’d nurtured from the ground up ,   thousands of hours of love - born effort poured into the flourishing haven just a few steps from the home she’d made with her husband ,   is proof enough of her predilection   ━━━━   yet ,   if somehow ,   one were to know sakura   &   know nothing of her secondary pride   &   joy   (   just below her   darling son ,   of course   ) ,   her namesake alone may be something of an indication ,   as her mother had pointedly endowed each of her daughters with an identity tethered to the beauty of the natural world .   perhaps ,   then ,   she is only a product of her upbringing ;   but even so ,   the thoughtfulness of reimi’s gift stems from an inclination entirely genuine .   

irises of a honeyed saffron find emphasis as her gaze distends upon the presentation of the flowers ,   performed in a manner so   endearingly casual   it spreads a solar warmth beneath the matriarch’s bosom ,   already swollen with sentiment .   “   oh ,   how beautiful !!   ”   the redhead exclaims with a gasp ,   taking the fashionably enclosed bouquet into her arms with care   &   wasting not a single moment to admire the stunning intensity of the blossoms’ fiery hue ;   not too far on the spectrum from that of sakura’s neatly styled tresses   (   though   not quite as vibrant   as they were in her youth ,   she has embraced the grace with which age has greeted her   ) .   for all of a fleeting moment ,   the older woman wonders if this had influenced the young specter's selection .

any conduction this idea had instated on her train of thought disappears as she takes notice of the card .   an artistic eye perceives it as handmade ,   despite the careful neatness of reimi’s handiwork closely resembling something that may have been professionally printed or produced .   she phases from impressed to   touched   as she reads the short but immensely meaningful inscription ,   the delicate features of her countenance softening impossibly more as sunset eyes glitter with moisture .   morioh hadn’t felt like much of a home since she’d been turned away by her own family ;   some part of her will forever remain with the town in which she’d been born   &   spent her most formative years ,   but as young as she was when she’d made the decision to adhere to her heart rather than her mother’s expectations ,   sakura knew even then that   letting go   would be an essential element ,   an invaluable instrument ,   upon the journey to finding her own happiness .   coming back with the manifested proof that happiness   &   the love that drove her to find it ,   her dear son ,   offered her a means of armour from the unpleasant memories   &   the fear of feeling like a lone wildfower in a field of daises ,   but it is reimi’s welcoming kindness   &   self - giving friendship that reminds her of why ,   regardless of what anyone may do or say or where her life may take her ,   a love for this little town will always have a home in her heart ,   much like the lovely little ghost herself .

with the help of a deep breath ,   sakura manages to keep her composure from crumbling by authority of threatening tears .   “   my dear reimi ,   this is so thoughtful ,   ”   she utters ,   cadence wobbly with emotion .   “   you’ve called me a role model ,   but with your pureness of heart ,   you’ve been an inspiration to me to love all that i love even more .   ”   without hesitation ,   she reaches for the other woman ,   pulling her nearer with her free arm ,   which comes to loop daintily across her back   &   ’round her shoulders .   their similarity in height renders their faces near ,   allowing the purity of sakura’s joy to shine even brighter .   

          “   you know ,   if noriaki had been a girl ,   i’d have wanted him to be just like you !!   ”   she laughs ,   the sound almost musical in its gaiety ,   saturated with a mother’s warmth .   “   though ,   you mentioned that he said you remind him of me ,   right ??   maybe i’m a little self - centered ,   then .   either way ,   you’re a treasure to know ,   sugimoto reimi .   ”

[fraigrant]

@ray-x2 left a message :

jotaro coming over to her house with kakyoin, his gift, is a bouquet of foreign flowers that he, and his husband, had learned of on their travels; sharing their ventures in this way felt - special, he had much to thank her for; without her, he never would have been so fortunate as to have someone like her son in his life - he was not good with words, so, he hoped these intents would come across in his gesture.          //          mother’s day .

          always had sakura endured   difficulty   in letting go of noriaki .   when he began to distance himself from her as resentment corroded the inseparability they exhibited in his childhood ,   when she’d realized he hadn’t returned home from school one day in november   &   sought to uncover his whereabouts ,   only to find that he’d run off with four strangers   &   very nearly got himself   killed   on their cross - continental journey   (   especially after that ,   though nothing   &   no one could convince her that she hadn’t been justified in wanting to keep a closer eye on her boy after such a traumatic fifty days  ) ,   &   even when he ,   as an adult  ,   revealed to her that he would be moving to the united states with his then - boyfriend .   they had just begun to rekindle the bond that had been severed in all that they had been through ,   &   though she’d developed a trust in jotaro to look after   &   take care of noriaki ,   the thought of him being so far away had been nightmarish .   her only son ,   her   pride   &  joy ,   more than eleven thousand kilometers away .   how could she cope with that ?? 

a little over ten years later ,   to her surprise ,   she is just fine .

evidently ,   she would rather have her son within metro distance   at most ,   &   there had been an ocean of tears the day she’d seen him off at the airport   &   in the weeks that followed ,   but to know that her son is happy   &   enjoying a beautiful life with his now - husband is a valuable trade - off ,   even more so now that their love has manifested into the birth of a   beautiful little boy . 

no means of expression can quantify the   delight   sakura feels when they announce that they will visit .   it won’t be her first time seeing jouta in person ,   as she’d dragged her husband to the airport to board the first plane to florida the moment noriaki had called to tell her he’d arrived ,   but it   will be   her grandson’s first time in japan ,   &   her elation toward what to her is a momentous occasion cannot be overstated   ———   jotaro   &   noriaki informed her of their coming almost two weeks in advance ,   &   that entire time ,   sakura had been running about her home like a woman a third of her age ,   making preparations   & ,   most importantly ,   baby - proofing   every corner of the estate .

though she’d hardly slept a wink the night before ,   when the day comes at last ,   kakyoin sakura is   replete   with energy ,   frequently glancing out the window   &   toward the front gate to check for their rental car .   her husband grumbles something about her needing to relax ,   but she disregards his rehearsed lack of enthusiasm ,   knowing deep down that he ,   too ,   excitedly awaits their son’s return home ,   &   the chance to see their grandchild after nearly a year since their last physical encounter .   thus ,   when she finally spots a vehicle cruising toward the gate with tangible purpose ,   the redhead just about flings herself toward the front door ,   shoving her feet into mint green slippers with nearly enough force to launch them out into the front garden .

despite the fact that she is nearly halfway through her sixties ,   sakura’s full - on   sprint   out the door is quick enough to alarm genjiro ,   who calls after her to slow down .   again ,   she ignores him ;   the laser - focus she has on the pair of adults   &   the infant they’re currently working on getting out of the carseat allows her to offer even a sliver of attention to anything else .   “   nori !!   jotaro !!   ”   she hollers ,   a spark of amusement bursting in her chest as her son   &   his husband whip their heads around ,   momentarily looking alarmed at the elderly woman rushing toward them with the charge of an athlete .   “   welcome back !!   ”

at noriaki’s insistence ,   they meet her halfway    ———   the distance amid the house   &   the front drive is nothing insignificant ,   &   apparently ,   he would rather not allow his aging mother to run the entire way to them ,   though the love surging through sakura makes her think she could ,   &   with plenty of stamina left over .   she offers both of them a deeply warm   &   loving welcome ,   &   wastes no time in asking to hold the baby ,   though to her dismay ,   noriaki sternly declines ,   ordering her to wait until they get back to the house   &   she’s had some time to catch her breath .   

it isn’t until they arrive at the veranda that she notices jotaro is holding something .   he offers it to her with little ceremony about it ,   &   scarlet lashes flutter before distended amber ,   surprise crystalline betwixt her features .   “   oh ,   these are for me ??   ”   asks sakura ,   albeit somewhat uselessly ,   as she’s already reaching out to accept it .   the tower of a man her son had married drops it into her arms ,   delicately peeling back the chiffon partially concealing the gorgeous array of flowers so that she may view it without obstruction .   she doesn’t have to ask where they’d come from ,   as the two have embarked on many journeys together   &   had likely encountered them amid their travels ,   thinking of   her   all the while .   this thought forges a lump in her throat .

“   my ,   oh my .   i   . . .   ”   she pauses as she finally manages to peel her eyes away from the gift ,   only to find that noriaki   &   jouta had stealthily slipped away at some point to greet genji   (   &   his geriatric akita ,   haruki ,   with whom jouta seems to be particularly fascinated   ) ,   leaving her alone with jotaro .   she notices he looks somewhat flustered   &   is attempting to conceal it behind the brim of his hat ,   an endearing habit of his that she’s noticed when first they met at the hospital where her son lie comatose .   though she’d initially directed all of her rage   &   frustration for what had happened to noriaki at him ,   she had quickly learned of how much jotaro means to her precious boy ;   the first friend he’d ever had ,   his first   &   last love ,   the half of his soul he’d thought he’d never find .   for so many years ,   sakura wished her son would connect with someone ,   for seeing him in the throes of isolation shattered her heart ,   namely with the knowledge that she could do nothing about it .   but jotaro had come like a saving grace ,   bathing her sweet boy in the golden light of kindness   &   what would come to be love ,   &   she knew upon the dawn of the realization of just   who jotaro is   to noriaki that she could be nothing but grateful to him .

he’d never talked much ,   but she found that he never needed to .   jotaro’s actions speak for themselves ,   &   with a clarity that   intensifies   as one comes to see more of his heart .   this considered ,   she smiles wide ,   baring the dimples she’d passed down to her son ,   who’d passed them down to   his   son   (   noriaki claimed that it was the only part of him that had been inherited by jouta ,   for that boy is nearly   all jotaro ,   but sakura thinks she can see aspects of her son shining through in other ways as the child’s personality starts to shine through   ) .   “   thank you ,   jotaro ,   ”   she says ,   cradling the bestowment in one arm   &   freeing the other to reach up   &   out toward him .   he is   far too tall   for her to even hope to reach his head ,   so she raises up on the tips of her toes ,   cupping the nape of his neck with a steady hand   &   tugging him down just enough to allow for a kiss on the cheek .   “   i’ve said it before ,   but your mama is right about you ;   such a sweet   &   thoughtful boy .   i hope jouta grows up to be like you .   ”   she’s certain he will ,  having two wonderful parents who are practically   made of love for him .   furthermore ,   she can’t be prouder to have jotaro as a son - in - law ,   &   endlessly commends noriaki’s   exquisite   taste .   

          “   now ,   come on inside !!   seems like our boys have already gotten comfortable ,   ”   she laughs something bright   &   boisterous .   “   i’ll bring out some tea .   &   homemade strawberry milk for the baby ,   of course .   ”   

[metamorphesque]

Tokuriki Tomikichiro, Lake Kawaguchi (1950s)

[toadmemes]

* 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (READ MORE) ,

"i never noticed your eyes were this pretty."

"i'll stay in tonight, thanks."

"i can't even trust myself anymore."

"anything to eat around here?"

"i hope to repay your kindness someday."

"you're a terrible flirt you know."

"the only time you talk to me is when you need something."

"how did you find me?"

"how can i possibly trust you? after all you've done."

"i take orders from your father, not you."

"you're not a very convincing liar."

"i thought i'd never see you again."

"why can't i come with you?"

"it was my fault. it was all my fault."

"all this anger and hate, it's not good for you."

"this is the part where you apologize."

"is being drunk an excuse?"

"let me out of here! let me go!"

"aren't we in a good mood today?"

"i was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."

"there's nothing left for me here."

"i know i lied to you. you can hate me and it's all right."

"i've been waiting for you for a long time."

"what happened? i heard a crash."

"was it you? did you do all this?"

"don't come any closer!"

"looking for something?"

"you're too scared to do it, aren't you?"

"i thought you'd like this."

"you came back!"

"i like seeing you smile."

"i must warn you, i won't go easy on you this time."

"it's better to expect disappointment."

"sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now."

"no way, i'm not doing that."

"it's you! you came for me."

"could you be happy here with me?"

"let me buy you another drink."

"why should i trust you?"

"he's only mostly dead."

"knowledge is power."

"i screwed up. i know."

"we're going to have to stay here tonight."

"help me choose something to wear?"

"i do care."

"i'm sorry, i'm not what you think i am."

"how many more people need to die before you're satisfied?"

"you scared me."

"just try to hang on."

"i risked my life for you!"

"two years later and you haven't changed."

"we're not so different after all."

"i need you to trust me."

"why are you being so stubborn?"

"you don't scare me."

"i'm scared of what you're becoming."

"you look like you just saw a ghost."

"that's quite a scratch you've got there."

"i've always hated it."

"this is the part where you leave."

"don't treat me like a child."

"you were talking in your sleep."

"what are you doing out here by yourself?"

"wait. i've heard that sound before."

"would it be alright if i borrowed this?"

"i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do."

"it's not stealing if it was mine to begin with."

"it's nothing personal."

"you were going to leave without saying goodbye?"

"i'll still be here when you wake up."

"don't you fucking dare!"

"you're lucky you're cute."

"it's too dark, i can't see anything."

"i swear it wasn't me."

"that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met."

"i've got your back, okay?"

"how long have i been asleep?"

"just who do you think you are?"

"i think i might've broken something..."

"i wish you'd take better care of yourself."

"is this what you wanted?"

"what do you want in exchange for it?"

"did you miss me?"

"i'm trying my best and it's not good enough."

"it's not safe for people to see us together."

"don't lie to me."

"i see a lot of myself in you."

"take a seat, we're gonna be here a while."

"i won't hate you. i know you think that's what you deserve but it's not."

"who do you fight for?"

"it's rare to see your kind around here."

"walk with me?"

"i know you better than you think."

"why did you bring me here?"

"what did you want to tell me?"

"you don't even know my name."

"it's nothing, i'm just tired."

"of course i care. you're my family."

"i didn't tell you because i was afraid... of losing you."

"where is my candy, you son of a bitch?"

"you want me to punch him in the face?"

"please... say something."

"who the hell invited you?"

"we need to be careful."

"i just wanted to say i'm sorry."

"we're locked in!"

"don't be naked. i'm coming in."

"do you ever get afraid?"

"you wouldn't understand."

"promise you'll say something if you need help?"

"where have you been?"

"there was blood everywhere."

"i just need to step away for a bit, get some fresh air."

"we're safe, aren't we?"

"how about a little midnight snack?"

"how many people have you killed? how many?"

"whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no."

"you look... amazing."

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“  need a hand ?  ” :')          //          source ,   still accepting !

          having found herself the recipient of inordinate amounts of attention since her homecoming ,   sakura is unsurprised to register the voice directed at her ,   though she appreciates the warmth cocooned in its inquisitive intonation .   she hadn’t ventured too far from the higashikata home   ———   or she   thinks   she hasn’t ,   at least ,   lest her wandering spirit got the better of her   ———   &   while chatting up strangers hadn’t exactly been on her itinerary ,   ’tis nothing she’s averse to ,   especially   when the presence is as welcoming as the young girl she’s encountered .

noriaki would surely be upset at her wandering off ,   either way .   even if many of the threats that had been looming over morioh in her absence are exterminated now ,   her son had been awfully clear about wanting his mother to stay close by ,   just in case something goes unexpectedly awry .   jotaro had offered similar sentiments to holly ,   &   as the two women discussed the seemingly excessive protectiveness of their sons ,   they couldn’t help the bit of warmth that surged through them at the thought of their boys wishing to keep them out of harm’s way .   regardless ,   though holly had insisted sakura come with her to meet her half - brother ,   after a while of staying by her side ,   she figured her friend ought to have some private time to get to know her long - lost sibling without any of their interference .   noriaki   &   jotaro busied themselves with tomoko in the sitting room ,   &   sakura found it the perfect window of time to slip past them   &   explore what was once her hometown after forty years away .

morioh had changed so much .   yet ,   in many ways ,   it’s exactly as she remembers ;   the route she used to take home from school is almost identical ,   many of the little shops   &   businesses she used to patronize are still around ,   run by the children   &   grandchildren of the owners she knew then .   even the parts she cannot recognize still manage to have the distant essence of   home ,   even if she knows it is impossible to miss something she had never experienced .   the life she made with her husband away from morioh offers her much comfort   &   fulfilment ,   but she cannot deny that there’s a sense of   belonging   she still feels in this bizarre little town ,   even after all this time .

sunset eyes befall the image of the adolescent before her ,   sakura seizing the opportunity to really   see   her .   perhaps in theme with her experience in morioh thus far ,   there is something familiar about this girl ,   though the redhead is certain they’ve never before made each other’s acquaintance .   furthermore ,   upon the woman taking in her surroundings   &   fully realizing the setting she’s stumbled into ,   she finds it makes even less sense that a lively young girl would be hanging around here alone .

(   hadn’t noriaki told her about a young girl in a back alley ??   that’s right ,   a ghost girl that only stand users can see ,   one he’d managed to befriend   &   come to cherish to the extent that he’d talk about her at length whenever he phoned during the investigation .   but this cannot be such a girl ,   can it ??   sakura has never had a stand   ———   her inability to see them had been the very shortcoming of hers that drove a rift between herself   &   her only son ,   one they’ve only just managed to mend ,   after all these years .   how on earth could   she   see her ??   ) 

“   i must look awfully lost ,   ”   laughs the older woman ,   briefly looking back in the direction she’d come before regarding the young girl once again .   “   i used to live in this town ,   probably long before you were born .   my son brought me back here to reconnect with my family   . . .   it’s a long story .   ”   this girl looks a bit too young to be familiar with the   himura scandal   that had the town gossiping for years on end ,   but sakura had received enough not - so - subtle glances   &   overheard countless whispers about her return .   she’d rather not make room for any more   (   though her   appearance   is a dead giveaway ,   even with the few streaks of pink   &   silver that have come with age   )  .   “   i just wanted to get some fresh air   &   look around while he   &   his fiancé are busy ;   i think i can find my way back from here .   ”

despite the independent nature of her words ,   sakura maintains eye contact with the girl ,   a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips   &   revealing a pair of perfectly symmetrical dimples .   “   maybe there is something you can help me with ,   though .   tell me ,   sweetheart ,   what’s a beautiful young girl like you doing cooped up in an alley all by yourself ??   ”

[hajnarus]

Have you ever created something fckin ugly as a kid for your mom, and she still has that as a “treasure”? I made an ugly tree in kindergarten  and she keeps it on her desk ;u;

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𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“  let’s go home.  ” “  um,  excuse me?  ” “  you broke it.  ” “  need a hand?  ” “  please,  help me.  ” “  i missed you.  ” “  i’m not sorry.  ” “  tell the truth.  ” “  what happened here?  ” “  got a minute?  ” “  life’s a bitch.  ” “  you’ve done enough.  ” “  i’m still learning.  ” “  don’t touch me.  ” “  was that you?  ” “  there’s no god.  ” “  you deserve better.  ” “  you’re a saint.  ” “  you are enough.  ” “  maybe you’re right.  ” “  this will pass.  ” “  you complete me.  ” “  you got this.  ”

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“  don’t be so dramatic.  ” “  no guts,  no glory.  ” “  i’m calling for help.  ” “  run away with me.  ” “  it’s always been you.  ” “  some things take time.  ” “  you’re being awfully quiet.  ” “  please don’t hurt me.  ” “  snap out of it.  ” “  did you miss me?  ” “  how do i look?  ” “  i wanna get better.  ” “  whatever floats your boat.  ” “  i’ll love you always.  ” “  what are you waiting for?  ” “  at least i tried.  ” “  give me a kiss.  ” “  what’s the fucking point?  ” “  god,  i love you.  ” “  i’m doing my best.  ” “  i waited for you.  ” “  you woke me up.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ”

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

“  you can’t keep doing this.  ” “  i think i love you  …  ” “  you make me feel special.  ” “  are you upset with me?  ” “  you need to heal first.  ” “  let me see the wound.  ” “  is your brain even on?  ” “  don’t give up on me.  ” “  you are perfect to me.  ” “  i can’t take this anymore.  ” “  you are my favorite person.  ” “  you had me at  ‘  hello.  ’   ” “  i wanted to see you.  ” “  don’t give me that look.  ” “  you’re a work of art.  ” “  i’m not scared of you.  ” “  i have  …  so many questions.  ”  “  do you think i’m stupid?  ” “  just tell me what happened.  ” “  i just want to help.  ” “  we need to be careful.  ” “  what did you just say?  ” “  i miss talking to you.  ”

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nigh on two weeks had elapsed since noriaki found consciousness again. ‘twas midday when the spell of darkness that had been a month-long coma had been lifted, and retinas of amethyst burned by the sunlight that flooded the hospital room and reflected so pristinely off pearl-hued sheets and tiled flooring. 

the sensation closely resembled a rebirth of sorts; exiting the life-giving darkness of the womb and falling into a blinding existence — except that noriaki can remember it this time, and will likely never forget what it was like to recover wakefulness after sleeping so long, time and space amalgamated into little more than a muddled mess. he was disoriented as every little detail of himself and his life that had slipped his mind amid the elongated slumber suddenly came pouring back into his tender head all at once; at least infants have the grace of not needing to know much beyond shouting and seeking warmth, but noriaki had lived a turbulent seventeen years prior to curling up within a lightless void.

day by day, the ruby-tressed youth found it easier to recall how to exist after all that had happened, and the coma it had left him in. he learned that the troupe of physicians working tirelessly to save his life found it imperative that he be placed into medically-induced oblivion so that his encephalon could shield itself from complete deterioration, and send signals to the rest of his body to properly heal the mortal wounds inflicted upon him. soon thereafter, his listless body had been transported back to japan, where his parents saw him for the first time in over fifty days — drifting dangerously along the flimsy line dividing life and death.

the phrase ‘lucky to be alive’ is recurring. just about every member of the medical staff he had interacted with had uttered something near to those words to him, as had his parents, and mr. joestar. jotaro hadn’t said such words; true to his character, he hadn’t spoken much at all, but noriaki could see the relief in his eyes, and hear it just the same in his voice, via the few words he did say. how nice it is, to have people care for him so much. how new. 

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