iron towers and snow drifts

independent rp blog for the ghost of younger Sabitsuki from the Yume Nikki fangame .flow. as expected, this Sabitsuki will be based off of my headcanon, which will be tagged "headcanon". for those who have never played .flow, the download can be found here.

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HIATUS

okay, so this blog and glowingprayers are going to be on a little hiatus so i can actually focus on my fangame. <___>  especially because i have the strangest feeling i'm going to have to redo a lot of these sprites and i haven't even started on any of the tiles

also this hiatus might be a big one, not a little one

in brighter news, to help me focus more on this game, i'll probably be on TNO a lot more and will make it into an independent blog so I can have an easier time asking around for help and critique and shit

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[She scampered to a smoke stack a little closer to the man, so she could get a better view. Yes, he was far too pretty to be a resident of the flow.

Then, it struck her that he may be another lost person and turned her suspicion into wonder — after all, her older self wasn’t going to miraculously show up and lead this man to wherever he needed to be. Little Sabitsuki herself didn’t know all of flow that well — save for the horrid Parade floor because she was there too — but the least she could do was greet this man. She let her self fade into view, then stepped out from behind the smoke stack, her footsteps silent.] Um, hi.

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“Oh?” Wilhelm’s eyes found their way to a single individual who seemed to be alone in this place. Wherever this location was, it seemed to be quite… empty. “Greetings, Miss. Would you have the honor in telling me where we are? It seems as if I’ve taken a step too far from my desired location.”

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You're in the Industrial Snow World. [Little Sabitsuki said after a long pause.] You aren't from here, I think . . . [He couldn't have been.  He looked as if he walked out of a storybook and he spoke like someone from a completely different era.] Do you know how you ended up here, mister?

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roxy and arp make fun of fanon

[12:47:41 PM] roxy: you see him with his sister

[12:47:45 PM] roxy: in his house

[12:49:03 PM] Potato: (theres a bed in his house that totally means theyre lovers)

[12:50:59 PM] roxy: of course

[12:51:00 PM] roxy: of

[12:51:01 PM] roxy: course

[12:51:09 PM] roxy: and because sister doesn't have a room

[12:51:12 PM] roxy: she probably watches

[12:51:14 PM] roxy: with these big sad eyes

[12:51:20 PM] roxy: waiting for them to finish so she can go to sleep

[12:52:02 PM] Potato: and she curls up on the foot of the bed and cries herself to sleep

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[[What am I drawing it’s 5:00]]

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orange-scarf started following you

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”..Possibly” He said “B-but I haven’t met anyone else in this alternate flow with me. I w-woke up in an empty hospital that looked e-exactly like Imunity’s…” He shrugged “..I g-guess it’s just best to wait for the others, if there are others.”

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Oh. Okay. [Little Sabitsuki dropped her gaze and shuffled her feet; they made no sound.] Well, why don’t you get up and look for people? [She asked quietly.  It sounded so hypocritical, coming from her mouth.]

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“I remember Imunity’s h-hospital having people at least.” He said “B-but they weren’t here…I suppose I c-could go further. B-but I don’t know the flow any better than Imunity does.”

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I d-didn't know they could be called people. [Little Sabitsuki said with a giggle. She had a bit of black humor and, for the longest, no one to listen to it. Hopefully, Imune found it as funny as she did.] And maybe I can help you explore .flow -- there's actually a lot I need to see, too.

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[She peeked from behind one of her iron towers and stared, glad she was invisible at that moment. He was definitely not a resident of the flow — he seemed too ornate in a way to be one, too ornate and pretty.]

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“Hm, it’s a bit quiet here… Is there anyone around, I wonder.”

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[She scampered to a smoke stack a little closer to the man, so she could get a better view. Yes, he was far too pretty to be a resident of the flow.

Then, it struck her that he may be another lost person and turned her suspicion into wonder -- after all, her older self wasn't going to miraculously show up and lead this man to wherever he needed to be. Little Sabitsuki herself didn't know all of flow that well -- save for the horrid Parade floor because she was there too -- but the least she could do was greet this man. She let her self fade into view, then stepped out from behind the smoke stack, her footsteps silent.] Um, hi.

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progressive-baroque started following you

[She peeked from behind one of her iron towers and stared, glad she was invisible at that moment. He was definitely not a resident of the flow -- he seemed too ornate in a way to be one, too ornate and pretty.]

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@orange-scarf

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[Actually, it did make noise — a noise only ghosts and little black haired girls could hear. A high-pitched tweet, like a screaming bird. Of course, it caught the attention of Little Sabitsuki.

She threw her scarf over her shoulder and jumped off her iron tower and began her cautious search for the owner of the whistle; the search wasn’t long. It was the other Sabitsuki. Little Sabitsuki stopped and stared, silently, mesmerized and fearful.]

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After glancing around for what seemed like forever, in reality a few minutes, Sabitsuki’s gaze finally fell upon… herself. Well, not the normal version she usually saw, a smaller, younger version of herself. She felt almost timid in calling her over, but she did anyway. “Did you come to the sound of the whistle?” She wasn’t quite sure, but she suspected that she had summoned this small girl. 

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[Little Sabitsuki didn't move from her spot, but began working her fingers at kneading her bright, orange scarf.] Yeah.  It's what the whistle's for, I think.  Is that bad? [She shifted from foot to foot and prayed that her older double wouldn't come over to her with the pipe -- after all, sometimes the other Sabitsuki, the one she was connected to, would vent her frustration on random citizens of the flow.]

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”I know it wasn’t her!” He cried out, closing his eyes. Seeing her angry made him feel horrible. ” B-but she felt weak because she was sad, isn’t it? Rust did this to me because I didn’t wanted to accompagny her in that… activity!” He said, backing off. He then stopped. ” I… I didn’t wanted too because I was… mad…” He said, tearing up again. ” But I believed her after! I did!” The boy explained. ” I… I really wish she would have forgive me…”

The boy couldn’t believe his ears. She… didn’t hated him? But he abandonned her! More than once! ” B-but… She… I ….” He tried to say. ” She….” He wasn’t able to think straight anymore, everything was confused. ” She didn’t…?” He said, a single tear rolling on his cheek. ” But why?”

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[Little Sabitsuki fell silent and looked at the ground in silent agreement. She didn't know the details of the story; for all she knew, the objective points that Smile brought up could have been true: that he did abandon Sabitsuki and that her sadness made it easier for Rust to take over.

There was only one thing she was certain of, and that was that Sabitsuki never hated Smile. She just wanted him away from her.] I don't know why, Mr. Smile. I just know that she didn't hate you, okay? Don't be so sad.

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orange-scarf has roused the reaper’s attention. 

scribblingwitch has roused the reaper’s attention. 

“Oh? Such interesting individuals… Good evening.”

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[Frightened and startled by this man, with his strange and foreboding appearance, Little Sabitsuki hid her face behind her scarf and quickly faded from view. However, she was still there -- a slight discoloration in the air.]

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irezumi-smile may not be online for a while. tumblr's acting up for her.

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Imune nodded slowly “..I’m Imune, I don’t t-think you’d really say that I’m f-from your dream world the flow, considering I’m just a certain d-denizen as a boy.” He explained “…I d-don’t even have any memories t-that are my own, from the flow really.”

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[She held her tongue; it wasn’t her world, it was her older self’s. However, explaining that would be time-consuming and tasking, so Little Sabitsuki simply nodded.] Oh. You still kind of are from the flow, in that case, I think … [She paused and let her mind wonder.] What if it’s an alternate flow?

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”..Possibly” He said “B-but I haven’t met anyone else in this alternate flow with me. I w-woke up in an empty hospital that looked e-exactly like Imunity’s…” He shrugged “..I g-guess it’s just best to wait for the others, if there are others.”

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Oh. Okay. [Little Sabitsuki dropped her gaze and shuffled her feet; they made no sound.] Well, why don't you get up and look for people? [She asked quietly.  It sounded so hypocritical, coming from her mouth.]

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now that i look at it

he looks like ragna in that picture falls over and promptly dies

a scrawny ragna

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you should totally take her advice, haine

she's a pro at praying, she knows what she's talking about

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i have two references of him up jesus christ