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@omorrow-m
as the url here suggests i've moved asuka to a new account. it will focus more on crossovers and au's rather than primarily ygo. while i would still like to create dynamics with gx characters ( or generally characters from the franchise ), i’ll have to be a bit more selective with it, therefore i found the better choice is to depart with a less affiliated status regarding the respective rpc.
as the url here suggests i've moved asuka to a new account. it will focus more on crossovers and au's rather than primarily ygo. while i would still like to create dynamics with gx characters ( or generally characters from the franchise ), i’ll have to be a bit more selective with it, therefore i found the better choice is to depart with a less affiliated status regarding the respective rpc.
who do you attract ?
asuka tenjoin attracts very interesting case studies
( 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 — AS THEY, TOO, KNOW NOT WHEN TO STOP SAVING OTHERS ; BEGETTING AS SUCH OF CYCLIC SELF-MUTILIATION. ) ━━━━━━━━━ starring private, highly selective, low-sporadic activity multimuses: @kasoujin ( Maruki Takuto ) & @tviolence ( Adachi Tohru ). 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝘀 / 𝗻𝗼𝗻-𝗿𝗽 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁. trigger heavy, viewer discretion is advised.
𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙨: @/cmykeyz & @/dggmsk.
tell me your secrets pls :c @ altxrnis / rei
" i let it all bottle up until it breaks me. "
Via Purifico // Composed by Aki Kuroda
are the burnt parts of the lasagna really that tasty?
❝ it reminds me of the first time you cooked for me. ❞ 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑, his heart speaks long before he could even process a legitimate answer. gluttonous hand is glued to the fork, where he greedily consumes your offerings with an abdomen of a carnivorous black hole. he cycles through the motion : stab, lift, chew, than swallow. over and over again, with a pause in between and a smile brewing from his face in gratitude. truly, it must not be so surprising that the way through his heart started with his stomach. ❝ remember it was half burnt on one side and overly seasoned on the other ? ❞ laughter resonates a hearty reply, before taking another bite of her precious meal.
in truth : she has indeed improved on her culinary skills since their graduation. there is no denying how much more delicious her meals were in comparison to past bento, and yet he craves its imperfection more and more. it reminded him of home, the remembrance that someone tried hard solely for his sake. asuka is home, and asuka's food will always taste like asuka's food. perfection or otherwise. ❝ i like whatever you make me, but the crispiness of burnt things adds extra flavor. it's like a secret ingredient you add just for me.❞
how foolish an answer, yet it was embarrassingly clear how remarkably lovestruck this man was. everything you do was home to him, and how could he not love this woman whose love and patience brought back the light to his somber days ? ❝ i sure am the luckiest man alive. asuka's always the best ! ❞ // @omorrow
... it lives inside me like a curse or blessing.
i was on my own with my broken self ; my grief, my terror, my terror that my life was broken, that no one would ever truly see me or know me again.
# 𝐆𝐗𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒 - independent, low-activity, extremely headcanon based and canon divergent portrayal of 𝙹𝚄𝙳𝙰𝙸 𝚈𝚄𝙺𝙸, the current vessel of gentle darkness, from 𝚈𝙶𝙾! 𝙶𝚇. multiple verse and timeline will gladly be explored, including his past life and heavy connection to haou / supreme king. dearly cherished by ailli.
Maya C. Popa, from “Spring”, Wound Is the Origin of Wonder
Mary Oliver, “Don’t Hesitate”, Devotions
You’ll grow with guidance.
AND HE CHOSE NOT TO GET INVOLVED...
* 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 ?
𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 // you're a desperate ghost. the people in your home can't seem to hear you, but you need them to. so you grow louder, bolder, and more obvious. but if they do notice, they don't listen. instead, they leave. you can't move on to the afterlife until someone tells your story. you just don't want to be forgotten. when you were alive, you were always running around, working, trying to earn everything── even if it was offered freely. as a ghost, you only turn it up a notch. you can't let your hard work go to waste. if you're forgotten, it's like you were never here. like you never mattered. i hope you remember that you do matter. that even if you can't save the world, you can help your little corner of it. i hope you let yourself rest. you deserve it.
tagged by : @/bluexeyedkaiba ( thank you ! ) tagging : i'm late. snatch it if you haven't done this yet.
* 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚁𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ?
𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝙼 // steady & unwavering, you cut through the fog. your light does not waver even in storms, and you are a guide for ships and men. you save people who may never know your name, sacrificing your own just to bring them home. do you burn because you want to, or because you have to ?
tagged by : @/eternallyserpentinebutterfly ! tagging : points at you
i'm thinking about how in season 1 asuka was ready to give her own soul so judai could walk out of a shadow game spared, and how that is also applicable to her general consideration of her loved ones. she was risking her life just to bring her brother's memory back. she is taking herself out of the equation for the sake of the people she appreciates and any sense of self preservation is just so it would benefit someone else, which, by the end of the day, is a tragic thing to do, considering her personality. all that confident exterior means literally nothing if she is constantly ready to remove herself.
* 𝙰 𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙻𝙴 .
He's been staring at something behind her the whole time, with eyes that see beyond just their own but to the spirits that cling around her, where one might expect confusion and hesitance, it is only with childlike awe and curiosity. ".....I need to duel you one day to get their autograph. They are so awesome..." It's breathless awe, and perhaps a bit silly without context. // @gempantheon
𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝙰 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝚁 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙽𝙴𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙴𝙴 , 𝙽𝙾𝚁 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 ; nor to be whole with a world that wished to be whole ? she grasped at straws to rationalize the irrational. the unknown slipped and disappeared from her cupped hold, mostly intangible to even those who willingly tried to touch. all her earned laurels, her grandeur draped in her fools-golden elegance, her collected wisdoms, amounted to naught in light of eldritch realities she now knew existed, but was as quickly removed from as she was drawn into them. mayhaps, the most logical way for her to proceed after the fact, was to assume that no such entities haunted her to this extent. his extent. that none of them gathered around her and embodied what she had chosen to holographically display, glorified pride weaponizing the qualities she was shallowly admired for. but even if oblivious to what he spotted, she blinked twice, sincerely curious ( and admittedly perplexed ) “ autograph ? whose autograph ? ” asked she, and the ghosts behind her must have laughed, rasp through the faint veils, white noise she was deaf to. “ are you seeing things again that i can’t ? ”
and a self-imposed blame wrapped her heart like a present just to extend it to the extraordinary few she did not quite fathom. she wished she was better. overall. at understanding, at feeling and seeing, yet she'd been only a girl, blind and numb to the phantasmal, crowned with useless laurels. she wished she was better at courage when the brain desperately scraped some few memories out of its synapses as if they were decay inside a tooth. she probed the discomfort, still, every morning. would let it be when she spent time with her circumstantial friend as he whimsically repaired himself. would endure the memory soon as his features brightened and he reverted his ill-disguised melancholy into the innocence of a child full of wonder and amazement for the simplest things. a part of her protested against her awareness towards her own inabilities, and opted for the delusion that in some way, even for a small fraction of a moment, she could protect it. that wonder, that innocence. " hmm. maybe we don't even need a duel for that ? "
Florence and The Machine, from 100 Years Mary Oliver, from Sleeping In The Forest
Vincent Van Gogh, The Sower (detail)
𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 : asuka during academia & uni.
