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[okiagarii-blog]

[ teach reverse ]

[ teach reverse ]  my muse taking control of your muse’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

For all the years she’s been alive, her ability to write in other languages hasn’t been nearly as useful as she would’ve liked. Reading and speaking them is another matter altogether – as ever so often she’ll come across a foreigner and exchange words with them – but written communication has become less and less common with the passing eras, and as she’s only ever lived in Japan, there’s seldom a situation that calls for it. Still, it’s a skill she’d like to consider at least somewhat valuable; if not for practicality purposes, then simply as a talent.

Her young friend (is it too presumptuous of her to call him that?) has given her the perfect opportunity to demonstrate her art. Eager to the extent of embarrassing youthfulness, she sits next to him and writes out the English romanization of his name, pointing to each letter and pronouncing it with a soft voice. When she instructs him to try imitating she’s shown him on his own paper, his strokes are rather unsteady— uncertain, even. It can’t be helped, she supposes: hardly anyone can perform flawlessly on the first try. 

So, gently as to not startle him, she reaches over and wraps her hand around his, guiding him through the sweeping motions as they write out the letters. By the time she remembers the temperature of her hands, it’s too late… Hopefully he doesn’t think it odd or unpleasant. She did explain to him that she’s ill, after all, and what better to explain such deathly pallor? 

(It’s a thankful thing that breathing has remained an unconscious act to her despite her state, or, God willing, she’d manage to forget that too.)

“You see?” When she pulls her hand away, his name is transcribed somewhat neatly on the page, and she breathes out a little laugh. “Transitioning from Japanese to English can be hard, but it isn’t impossible. Treat it almost as if you’re drawing… Keep your hand and wrist loose, and the rest will come to you naturally!” 

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[madlori]

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What would you do if you met your sire again?

What would she do? A compelling question. Though a hundred years might be but a blink to the most long-lived of creatures, it has left Sunako much, much time to imagine fruitless “what ifs” – and no doubt she has envisioned meeting her sire again countless times. Berating him, demanding answers. More shameful to admit, in her darkest moments of frustration she has imagined rounding on him, hitting him with her fragile hands, for all the good it would do.

Not for the matter of him turning her into this creature. No, Sunako has come to understand that much– the hunger, the desperation, the loneliness. She has no right to cast stones at him for what she herself has done; rather, his crime lies in that he abandoned her. That he disappeared like mist on the wind as soon as she died, that he never once tried to find her. 

That he left her there under the ground, not caring that she might well STARVE in her coffin.

“I don’t know,” she admits softly, truthfully. “Even if we were to meet again, it’s been so long… I can’t expect him to remember a single child he fed upon more than a century ago.” 

[okiagarii-blog]

“Let’s go over there next time!”

     Next time. Is it wrong to find comfort in those words? He should hope to never see her again, specter of death that she is to nearly everyone she’s ever known. This young one, März, is as gentle and warm as poetry describes the sunlight to be… To extinguish that light for her own selfish desires would be a sin. If she stays, she fears she won’t be able to resist. 

     Even so, she can’t help but be drawn to him. Not for any special reason or motive – simply because he is kind to her and she is so very, very alone, because a creature who lives in the darkness and cold covets whatever fragments of light they can wrap their fingers around. Her ability to refuse has been laid low by the smile on his face, and she finds she mirrors it, even if the inevitability that pains her heart keeps her from returning his enthusiasm in full. 

     “Oh? Is there something interesting, over there?” 

[recklessmoon]

märchen starters

Taken from Defade’s english translations, use these as you’d like! May imply triggering content additionally because of the nature of the album. I’ve included lines from the prequel album IdoIdo too!! Have fun! Feel free to edit where neeeded. Placed under cut for length.

“And history alone remained..”

“Hey! Something’s dropped beside the well!”

“There…watch your steps.”

“Are you doing okay? Not scared?”

“Well, I’ll bring you to a nice spot today. Let’s go!”

“Sins require punishment.”

“This deserted village…is just like a graveyard…ufufu…”

“[Insert Name], fairytales always begin from the graveyard.”

“Come here to me.”

“Dig me out…”

“Such a tragic era.”

“The goal of life is to survive.”

“The goal of life is to multiply.”

“Hey! Young mister/miss!”

“Mother/Father! I’m back!”

“Welcome hom..…who are those men?”

“Don’t scream like a pig! You’re disgusting to look at!”

“Don’t make this so hard on us!”

“That brilliant era in which you’re smiling now, without hating anyone or regretting death, let’s meet there for sure.”

“I’ll kill you…”

“I wanted a friend, but I had no idea what that was…”

“Until I met you, I didn’t know the color of loneliness, nor the meaning of love…”

“I’ll put a flower in your hair.”

“Really? Make it look cute, okay!”

“Let’s go over there next time!”

“I’d like to say goodbye to my friend at least.”

“I will be the last one to bear darkness. Please go into the light…”

“[Insert name]…you’ll definitely come for me, right?”

“Come, your [father/mother/ect] is waiting.”

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[okiagarii-blog]

Can Sunako be my vampire mom? Pls?

     Sunako can be everyone’s vampire mom, for the low, low price of letting her kill you just a little bit. But don’t worry! You’ll come back to life. Probably. If you’re lucky. 

[andhungry]

PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.

‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘

‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘

‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘

‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘

‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘

‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘

‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘

‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘

‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘

‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘

‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘

‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘

‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘

‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘

‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘

‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘

‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘

‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘

‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘

‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘

‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘

‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘

‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘

‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘

‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘

‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘

‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘

‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘

‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘

‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘

‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘

‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘

‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘

‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘

‘  you promised me.  ‘

‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘

‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘

‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘

‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘

‘  better watch it.  ‘

‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘

‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘

‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘

‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘

‘  you look good.  ‘

‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘

‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘

‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘

‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘

‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘

‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘

‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘

‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘

‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘

‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘

‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘

‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘

‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘

‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘

‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘

‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘

‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘

‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘

‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘

‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘

‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘

‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘

‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘

‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘

‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘

‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘

‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘

[imahyperlover]

but if i have a life, shouldn’t i treasure it? is that a sin?

[salmanehb]

This is the finished painting of Sunako Kirishiki from Shiki :) she’s such a beautiful and tragic character, I loved this scene, so I painted a fanart of it.

Hope you like it :D 

[rioshiny]

[okiagarii-blog]

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     “Is that a black eye?”

     It had to have been quite recent – the slight discoloration and puffiness around his eye is either the beginning or ending of a bruise – but it’s there regardless, and where she would usually keep a dignified composure about her, Sunako’s face is alight with concern. 

     The newest member of their family should be respected. This, no matter how or why it was obtained, is a gesture of disrespect that cannot be tolerated… He may not be trusted quite yet, but that doesn’t mean that she’s going to sit by and let someone hurt him for it.

     “Who did this to you?”

[okiagarii-blog]

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     “Is this a bad time?” 

     Sunako is a lonesome little night-dweller, and flocks to whatever warmth she can find; to whomsoever would tolerate her presence. (Whomsoever would lead her to believe they would.) It only occurs to her now, as she lingers in the doorway, faced with the woman’s turned back, that she may be interrupting some important personal ritual – she finds herself overcome by a wave of sudden self-consciousness, and her reedy voice wavers, uncertain. 

     “I can leave, if you’d prefer…”

[rpmemesandmusings]

Send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the following sentences, randomly generated. 1-152, ranges from fluff to angst.

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[sokak]

「版権いろいろ①」/「４」の漫画 [pixiv]

[serpentscar-blog]

                 The soft light of the moon is little in comparison to the  HEAVY  shadows of the surrounding trees.  She feels the weight of the  DARKNESS  as if it’s pressing down on her. (  Or could it be the intensity of a pair of eyes set on her ?  )  She stops in her tracks, cerise hues shifting around her in search of such a presence. When she spots her, she stiffens, taking a sharp inhale of air. 

                  ❝   G - geeze, you scared me … ❞  she breathes, pressing a hand to the throbbing in her chest.  ❝  I didn’t expect to see anyone out this late. ❞            (  @okiagarii  )

[okiagarii-blog]

     Sunako should really know better. Following someone at night? In a small town like this? If paranoia fell like rain, the townsfolk would need to build an ark -- and she still thinks it wise to wander off on her own, to find trouble? It’s reckless, befitting only of someone her perceived age.

     Nonetheless, it’s an innocent curiosity that drives Sunako to seek out the small figure moving in the dim haze of night, not hunger; she’s well-fed on the surplus of elderly this little village seems to have. When she smiles at Satoko, her teeth glimmer in the moonlight, perfect white and almost indistinguishable from the pallor of her moonlit-pale skin. 

     “Oh, good evening!” 

     “My apologies for scaring you... I admit, I didn’t expect to find company at such a late hour either. Are you taking a walk as well?"

[marchosius]

“From now on, let’s face the coming morning together.”