The Wind

Citta Affiliated. Housed in V-1, retains Psyqualia and his Deck. 

[galacticnini]

Artist: まるメロン

[tasukuryuuenji]

"You're stiff as always." "I don't want to hear that from an honourable man who only acts happy-go-lucky." "Eeeeh..."

[stormswake-archive]

     Oh. It was that little shit from the games again. Was he still sore over his comment?

      “And if they went on to describe your insults, they’d call them ineffective and pathetic.”

[maeldread-blog]

     “I was not insulting you. I’d never stoop that low. Which is to say that the truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

There would be a pause, there was no reason to remain so riled up over such a little statement. Not that it wasn’t something that nagged at him, but it really was something he could afford to let go in lieu of an argument.  

     “Do you often stay around here? Is this where you’ve decided to live, or are you still learning the streets. If I feel up to it, I could point you in the right direction.”

[yyuugis-blog]

“Mmm…?”

Yuugi blinked, before his eyes widened as he lighted them upon Leon and he smiled a little bit.

“Oh, yeah! I certainly could! Do you mean about the Rubik’s cube, or my Millennium Puzzle? Or maybe other puzzles I’ve solved?”

[maeldread-blog]

With a nod, Leon would return a faint smile as the other recognized him. Patiently, he’d listen to the other’s words, waiting for a chance to respond. 

     “It would depend on what you wished to talk about first. Any of those topics sound interesting.”

With a pause, he recalled that the cube wasn’t something the other was too keen on, with how they were acting the last game. 

     “I wouldn’t mind hearing about the different kinds of puzzles you’ve solved, honestly.”

[yyuugis-blog]

“…”

[maeldread-blog]

That game might not have been the best, considering how things turned out, but...he did learn something. The other looked quiet, so Leon thought he’d at least attempt to speak.

     “Yuugi? Could you...tell me more about puzzles? What you were talking about earlier intrigued me.”

[maeldread-blog]

◀️◀️

send “◀️◀️” to get a glimpse at a memory from my muse’s past.

...

     “.....”

He couldn’t control it. The void, which he’d vowed to master, had turned him into nothing but a puppet, twisting his words, his actions....his thoughts. 

He was strong, he didn’t care who he’d cut down.

He’d eliminated three whole clans from existence in exchange for his own. A fair trade, right? 

Of course it was. Nobody else cared about the Soryu when they dwindled. Nobody lifted a finger to help the Aqua Force. They just left them to be forgotten by time, to fall into the abyss and never come back. 

The only thing he needed was the power to overcome all that, to free his people and his clan, so he’d accepted an offer given to him. What he’d thought was a miracle was simply a curse. 

Even now, his thoughts were warping beyond his control. His words, were not his own...he’d lost himself. 

Everything was dark. 

The whole world was dark. 

And fight on he did. His next opponent...Sendou Aichi. One more fight and he’d have gotten what he’d wanted. The destruction of the whole world by the release of the void. 

Wait...

What?

What happened to reviving his clan?

[cittamemes]

In Depth Headcanon Prompts;

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

[mercenaryfox]

Dream Meme

Send a symbol for:

☀  - For a happy dream

☁  - For sad dream

☠ - For an complete nightmare

♥  - For a romantic dream

✌  - For a silly dream

✧ - For a dream my muse recently had

✗ - A dream that you send my character

[ritchassbaxterd]

domestic headcanons meme!

Send a symbol to hear the following about my muse…

☾ Sleeping habits ☼ Favorite time of day ☂ Favorite weather ¿ Term for the TV device, whether it be “clicker”, “remote”, or something else ↪ Internet browsing activities ☹ Response to a leaky faucet or other household problem ♡ What their wedding invitations would look like ☃ What they wear around the house ♆ The worst kind of neighbor they could have, and how they deal with them ♨ Their cooking ability (or lack thereof) ✂ How well they do yardwork (or blow up the lawnmower) ♟ If they like board games, and how good they are at ‘em ✧ How clean their living space is now, and/or would be ideally ♜ Interior decorating aesthetic ♘ Any pets they might have ☗ What you’d find in their cabinets ⚒ What you’d find in their toolshed (if they’d have one) ▀ What they’d hide under the bed ○ What tune their doorbell has, if not a standard ding-dong ☺ What their welcome (or not-so-welcome) mat would say ☻ How late they stay up ♒ If they do their laundry in a timely manner ☆ How they’d throw parties (what would go on at them, refreshments, etc) ✓ What a typical Tuesday night looks like ❥ How they’d invite you home for the night (yes, it could be a pickup line)

Feel free to reblog and add more!

[maeldread-blog]

Snowflake!

Send my muse a snowflake--I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-24 to see how my muse reacts to:

18. Your muse trying to catch snowflakes on their tongue

Just looking at this snow falling was enough of a joy for Leon, and even then, it was more so with others out and about enjoying it as well. He could see this one woman trying to catch the snow with her tongue, and so he’d attempt to do the same. 

...

It was cold, but the fact that he got it made a light laugh he didn’t know he had come from his mouth. 

     “....Haha....”

With that, he’d face the woman with a gentle smile on his face. 

     “Do you like winter, too? Even though it’s cold, the emotions it brings makes my heart warm!”

[ask-meme-addicts]

Obscure Feelings drabble prompt meme

Send in a word for a drabble of our muses based on it.

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

send “▶▶️” to get a glimpse at a scene from my muse’s future. send “◀️◀️” to get a glimpse at a memory from my muse’s past.

[maeldread-blog]

@chroyes

Ah, the electronics section. Testing items there was interesting, until he was standing in front of a fan. 

The wind...

He stood there. 

And stood there. At least ten minutes had passed without moving, just his hair swaying with the breeze. A small smile was on his face at this peaceful moment. 

...The wind felt nice. 

That is, until someone walking nearby accidentally pulled the plug from the socket. Leon blinked as the wind died, turning toward the steps he’d heard. 

     “...You...”

[unheiring-blog]

No one knew what to do when it grew loud in the library. Thus, when faced with the cacophony generated by dozens of collapsing shelves, people began to shriek and watch on in horror. Among these dazed civilians was one Dorian Pavus who had been amassing a tower of texts in his arms; he hadn’t the mobility necessary to escape from the domino effect unscathed.

Several of his books vanished into the void, claimed by gravity’s claws. Whatever remained in his arms soon fell to the ground as well as he staggered back and bruised his arse.

“Fasta vass.”

[maeldread-blog]

All of this damage...he had to make sure the living were unharmed before the vast knowledge written in volumes. And so he’d spot a moustached individual who seemed to have fallen down from all the chaos. Even though he himself felt fairly beaten up, he had to go and see if the other was alright, book in hand. 

     “Sir, sir? I’m so sorry--this is all my fault, I’ll put all the books back where they were, but are you alright?”

Tentatively, he’d reach out a hand to help the other up. 

     “If there’s anything I can do to make amends to you for any injury, please let me know. I am in the wrong here, after all.”

[maeldread-blog]

     “.....”

     “That was stressful.”

[maeldread-blog]

     “Void life?”

     “Wait...”

     “Sendou.”

     “No.”

[maeldread-blog]

libraries sure are hostile to you, aren't they?

     “Let me live.”