valkyrie.

[itshuki]

@𝙸𝚃𝚂𝙷𝚄𝙺𝙸.  a  delineation  of  itsuki  shu  —  斎宮 宗   from  ensemble stars  ✩  あんさんぶるスター  my  portrayal  is  a  representation  of  my  own  interpretations  of  canon,  drawn  from  both  the  animated  adaptation  and  the  mobile  game.   I  am  unaffiliated  with  the  rpc  and  for  the  most  part  friends  only.   minors  dni.   info   pinterest.

                              𝐚  𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲  𝐢𝐧  𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬  𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 , 𝐭𝐨  𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞                         𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦  𝐨𝐟  𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲.

                                   a   tale  of  the  fantastical  ,    written  by  ray.

[itshuki]

❝ oshi-san, what's 'shu on the barbie' ? ❞

a truly atrocious statement that need not be repeated kagehira, do not let them taint your perception of me.

[itshuki]

mika’s holding his hands behind his back, standing straight in front of shu with a wide grin on his face. ❝ oshi-saaaaan~ i brought ya somethin’. ❞ &. out comes the bottle of shampoo: the exact brand &. scent that he knows shu likes. ❝ since i know ya couldn’t find it earlier and had t’get another kind … i missed smellin’ this whenever you got done with yer showers … ❞

the afternoon sun had begun to spill between fluttering gossameres of curtain, dappling the fabric he had been drawing taunt, the sewing machine paused as the door was hauled open. Kagehira had informed him he would not be around for the rest of the day, that he had some errands to run & thus shu had dismissed him accordingly. Sometimes, it was pleasant to work in the serenity of silence, despite the fact that when he had gone to ask for kagehira’s opinion he had noted his absence. With a solitary glance he welcomes mika, but he’s impatient, as if he is rocking upon the heels of his shoes.  I brought you something !! and from behind his back he reveals .. a bottle of shampoo. he gazes upon it for a second long of silence, he hadn’t mentioned to kagehira that it was the brand he preferred nor the scent.  “ you went out of your way to get it for me.”  there’s a smile upon his lips  “ thank you , for your hard work kagehira.” he was pleasantly surprised that kagehira recalls these things about him, he won’t admit it aloud, but it stirred a warmth within his chest. shu reaches out and rests a hand on his head, only for a moment ; as if emphasizing his words before he returns to the sewing machine as if it had never happened.

[itshuki]

kageira​:

admittedly,    mika  is  so  eager  to  get  to  the  doors  of  his  orphanage  that  it  has  completely  slipped  his  mind  that  shu  has  adjusted  mika’s  grip  from  his  wrist                despite  these  few  months  away  from  shu  &.    his  attempts  to  think  as  humanly  as  possible,    without  much.   (  or  any  )    input  from  shu,    mika  is  still  a  bit  used  to  going  with  whatever  he  does  without  a  second  thought.    this  time,    the  second  thought  hits  him  with  the  words.    he  lifts  his  head,    looking  back  at  their  intertwined  hands,    &.    the  way  shu  seems  to  grip  it  so  confidently.    willingly,    wantingly.

                                                      together,    we  are  valkyrie.

a  warmth  grows  in  his  chest,    creeping  up  the  sides  of  his  neck  &.    tickling  his  ears  &.    cheeks.    his  heartbeat  is  starting  to  bother  him.        ❝        oshi-san,    yer  hand’s  slipped  …        ❞        not  that  he  says  that  in  any  way  that  can’t  be  interpreted  only  as  a  tease.    he’s  not  complaining  !    he  takes  in  a  breath,    slowing  his  pace  &.    falling  into  line  next  to  shu,    where  they  can  more  properly  present  themselves.

just  let  all  those  girls  see  him  now  !    he’s  quivering  with  so  much  excitement  that  he  feels  he  might  burst  right  then  &.    there.        ❝        ya  know  how  i  came  back  here  a  few  times  ?    i  told  everyone  all  about  you,    and  ‘bout  all  the  music  and  outfits  you  made  us  and  how  smart  you  are,    and  how  you’ve  been  studyin’  in  france.    they’re  gonna  be  real  excited  t’meet  you,    oshi-san.      ❞

shu’s relationship with kagehira had been a precarious dance between a marionette’s recital and the distance between reverence and vanity. with those very hands he had used to sway kagehira’s strings into behaving one way or another he had severed kagehira from him - it was a form of liberation albeit agonizing, for the both of them. kagehira would proclaim himself a husk for art to inhabit and yet, such vivid colours dwelled within his gaze; to see him now was to witness his humanity’s flourishing. gracile hands interweave, it was brazen, indeed, but for his words to reach kagehira it felt necessary, it felt -  pleasant. I want you beside me, is what it delineated, a silent vow to kagehira that within valkyrie ;  within their lives, by his side is where he wanted him to remain. this devotion of his spills into words, for what were shu’s creations without those who inspired him, without those whose sonorous laments wove within his own. he had always thought himself salient but these days, he had realized he was but half of a whole. “  i have expectations to live up to.”  he gazes upon kagehira, it’s soft ;  you have given me expectations to live up to.   “ then we shouldn’t keep them waiting any longer , kagehira.”   and it’s his turn now to take the step forward ,  guiding mika along with him, their fingers still intertwined.

[kageira]

the  children  are  going  to  be  excited.    mika  knows  it  for  sure  :    he’s  returned  to  his  hometown  only  a  scarce  couple  of  times  since  forming  valkyrie  &.    manifesting  as  a  unit  with  shu  in  the  public  eye,    &.    they  had  all  doted  on  him  the  moment  they  saw  him.      「        that  kagehira  mika  from  valkyrie  ?    that’s  our  mika-chan  !        」      &.    he  can’t  help  but  feel  proud  of  everything  he’s  accomplished,    which  really  doesn’t  seem  like  much  to  go  through  at  all.    if  he’s  made  it,    anyone  can  !

but  his  pride  &.    joy  lies  with  @itshuki,    who  he’s  now  practically  tugging  by  the  wrist  toward  his  orphanage.    if  there’s  anyone  they  should  be  excited  to  meet,    it’s  shu  himself  !        ❝        come  on,    oshi-san  !    they’re  gonna  be  real  excited  to  see  ya  !    they  love  valkyrie  !        ❞

[itshuki]

there were many commendable traits within kagehira, he holds an empathy lost to much of humanity,  an emanating, and contagious gaiety that might entice even you to a smile, within you, he has fostered an irreplaceable fondness;  something cherished -  even if it were in silence.  you have pondered if the strengths you have come to admire in kagehira were birthed in this place; a womb for the forgotten.  “  i am not surprised ,  their tastes are quite refined from what you have mentioned.”  to covet the knowledge of the arts, to want the fabrics to sew into sublime garments, those who cherish the grand performances of valkyrie ,  their dulet symphonies and meticulous choreography were ones whose tastes you believed in.  your step in tandem with his ,  how  his fingers grasp your wrist a little tightly  - in that moment,  you can feel the excitement that grows within your partner.   you  pause ,  with purpose you interweave your fingers with kagehira,  stating rather solemnly.                                      “   together  ,  we   are  valkyrie.  ”   for how long had you basked in the praise and rebuttals of your spectators in solitude,  bore the brunt of their expectations and disappointments alone.  now,  as you rose once again to stand upon that grand stage ,  you had kagehira at your side -  and you would not allow him to forget his place was there.

[lowmeninyellowcoats]

I need to be successful so I can behave the way I want and be considered eccentric instead of insane

[kageira]

                              return  to  your  hometown  &.    don't  come  back.

he  never  thought  that  eight  words  could  pierce  him  through.    he  never  thought  any  words  at  all  could  pierce  him  as  badly  as  this  did,    puncturing  his  insides  as  if  he  were  a  balloon,    every  spot  vital,    needed.    every  fibre  of  his  being,    at  every  point  in  time,    begs  for  him  to  be  near  shu,    to  stick  by  his  side  through  thick  &.    thin  &.    everything  terrible  that  could  ever  happen  with  him.    it  makes  mika  happy.    it  makes  him  feel  as  if  he's  useful,    as  if  he  has  some  purpose  in  this  world.    though  he'd  had  plenty  to  look  after  back  when  he  had  lived  at  the  orphanage  with  all  the  other  children,    he  feels  a  certain  obligation  toward  his  unit  partner,    a  bond  which  had  been  so  suddenly  forged  that  fateful  day  when  mika  had  run  into  him  :    this  well  dressed,    well  kept,    most  beautiful  boy  that  he  had  ever  seen  in  his  entire  life    (  if  mika  had  believed  him  a  god  before,    then  he  believes  him  a  universe  now  ;    even  now,    stoic  &.    cold,    he's  the  most  beautiful  person  mika  has  ever  seen  ).

❝        sorry,    oshi-san  …  ?    i  don't  really  know  what  you're  askin'  …      ❞        he  hopes  he  doesn’t,    anyways.    maybe  it's  just  some  misunderstanding.    maybe  mika  had  heard  him  wrong.    he  can't  imagine  returning  to  his  hometown  without  shu,    knowing  that  they  wouldn't  see  each  other  ever  again.        ❝        i  don't  see  why  returnin'  home  would  do  ya  any  good  ?    i  still  gotta  stay  here  an'  make  money  for  valkyrie.    i  can't  do  that  if  i'm  back  home  …  ?        ❞        maybe  it's  because  he's  going  to  france  that  he  thinks  valkyrie  won't  stay  afloat.    but  mika  is  bound  &.    determine  to  see  it  through,    even  if  he  won't  be  any  good  at  it.        ❝        an'  you  can't  be  a  unit  with  just  yerself.    those're  the  rules.    i'm  gonna  stay  in  valkyrie  for  as  long  a              ❞

@itshuki​.    “you’re  no  longer  useful  to  me.  ”

mid-word,    mika's  voice  suddenly  cuts  off,    flinching  upward  in  such  a  way  as  if  he  had  suddenly  been  gripped  by  the  throat  &.    shaken  like  a  ragdoll.    he  looks  shaken,    too,    his  expression  as  shocked  as  the  feelings  that  suddenly  spike  inside  his  chest,    his  stomach             his  throat,    which  carries  the  brunt  of  the  pain.    no  longer  useful  ?    no  longer  useful  ?        ❝        …        ❞        no  longer  useful  ?    he's  sure  by  now  that  shu  knows  him  inside  &.    out    (  he  won't  have  it  any  other  way  ).    shu  knows  his  flaws,    knows  his  strengths,    knows  his  weaknesses,    knows  what  can  make  him  smile  …  &.    knows  what  hurts  him  the  deepest.    knows  that  mika  would  be  the  perfect  doll  for  him  if  that  was  what  he  wanted,    knows  that  he  could  make  him  do  his  bidding  for  the  rest  of  his  life  &.    he  would  do  it  all,    no  questions  asked.    throw  himself  in  front  of  a  car  for  him,    take  a  bullet  for  him,    willingly  &.    eagerly  &.    without  even  breaking  a  smile,    if  that  was  what  he  wanted.

no  longer  useful.    that  hurts.    &.    for  the  first  time,    pain  flickers  across  mika's  expression.    there's  that  fear  in  his  stomach,    twisting  in  the  way  it  had  only  twisted  once  before  with  shu.    that  time,    shu  had  been  the  one  broken  down.    but  now  ?    shu  has  never  been  the  one  who's  caused  it,    &.    it  frightens  mika.        ❝        …  what’d'ya  mean,    oshi-san  …  ?        ❞      「  please.    please  don't  tell  me  that.    please  think  of  one  way  i'm  useful.    please  don't  throw  me  away.    please  don't  throw  me  away  the  way  my  parents  did.    please  don’t.    」    oh,    he's  never  cried  because  of  shu  before,    but  the  tears               ❝        ya  don't  think  …  i  …  sor        …  sorry,    osh        …        ❞        &.    the  words  can  no  longer  come,    &.    he  raises  the  back  of  his  hand  to  cover  his  eye,    turning  away.

* . ゜ more  random  dialogue  prompts  !             𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 

[itshuki]

return to your hometown and don’t come back. your words are harsh & precise. porcelain was delicate, with features painted with meticulous detail, each brush stroke a vow to the artist’s mettle. mika was the epitome of valkyrie, your demise,  plummeting into the depths of darkness and resurrecting in glorious splendor. to look upon him fondly, was to know just how vacuous the rift between human and doll had become; it was to see him only as a possession, something of material value and how repulsed it made you.  this undying devotion how accursed it had become. virulent as it took from mika, tearing away all that made him unique, grating like a file upon wood until he was nowt but a marionette whose strings fell pendulous without your direction. im sorry, it’s an apology you do not deserve. he would sacrifice all for your cause, christen himself a martyr and perish by your hand if it was what you wished. you sigh, in the moment it may sound dismissive, as if mika’s pleas are falling upon deaf ears. yet, your heart churns and aches at the rise and fall of his cadence, at the way his brows softly furrow, how his lips might tremble. you’re  no  longer  useful  to  me.

your facade is impeccable for you have spent years refining it, he cannot see you falter, cannot witness how your own heart breaks in tandem with his; you must destroy all you have created if he is to prosper, even as you tell yourself this - it does not stifle the anguish.  “  it means what i said.”  you repeat,  your words are cold. to free mika from your restraints you must shatter the porcelain husk, you must take from him the one thing that makes him content - complacent.  “ there is no place for you beside me any longer. It would make sense that returning home is your only option.”  your tirade continues, even as the one before you weeps, your fingers curl into the palm of your hand, if only to stop yourself from reaching for him. you must not cradle him, you must not shelter him, only his ruination can come for your continuous manipulation of those strings. 

“ if you cannot bring yourself to pack your things,  i will arrange for someone to do it for you.”  again, another sigh, another choked - stifled thing you truly wanted to say.   “ take time to compose yourself,  i will see the arrangements made.”

[wastrident]

さぁ、手を伸ばすがいい / 凡て委ねるように … Now, extend your hand / as though you’re entrusting it all.

[wastrident]

Valkyrie  「Last Lament」  あんさんぶるスターズ！！

[wastrident]

Now that I think ‘bout it, sometimes it felt like someone else was sewin’ stuff too. That was you, wasn’t it, Oshi-san? What did you think it was? The work of fairies?

[tierradentro]

“Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.”

- Francisco Goya

[itshuki]

goes into artist’s i hate my work mode and dies.

[itshuki]

grabs shu and kisses him full on the mouth, no questions asked, no homo tho

malefic apparitions are conjured in his peripherals, tenebrosity that undulates with caprice, the approaching footfalls that emerge are recognised by their echo alone. “  rei  ,   slinking  around  in  such  a  way  is  unbecoming.”   his  reprimands befall silence , impudence in trespassing hands,  ensued  by  his  lips  . . .    a  full  moment  of  stagnant  silence,  his mind  a  cacophony  of  thoughts  and  tumultuous  feelings.  “   w-what  have  you  d-done  ???  ”   he  asks  ,  as  if  that  presence  alone  was  fettered  to  something  wicked  and  depraved.

[itshuki]

i sort of have an icon border now. and i have sorted out my pinned now its time to pass out.

[itshuki]

the entire miku & shu gifs on tumblr dot com are courtesy of kat and we should all be thankful.

[itshuki]

❝ ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ 𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚊 ☆.｡* 𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐢 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐮 .｡*☆

❝ ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 ☆.｡* 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞.｡*☆

[kageira]

              ❝    o’light  !    why  will  you  not  cease  creating  !    ❞                                                            @kageira​    *  by  kat.

   ❝    o’shadow  !    it  is  because  that  is  precisely  what  you  demand  of  me,                            and  it  is  precisely  that  which  makes  you  human  !    ❞                                                              @itshuki    *  by  ray.