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"COME, ELPHABA!"
an independent persona 5 oc, seika kawahara, written by meri. comes with two verses, including one both with and without a persona of her own. if you're interested in interacting, would you consider giving this post a like and/or reblog? thank you so much! (note that this is a sideblog, so i'll be following back from my main blog @shadowedresolve!)
IT IS TIME. like this post for a seika starter, if you'd like one!
I THINK I WILL MAKE A POKEMON TEAM FOR SEIKA...... i still really want to bring her back!!
IT IS TIME. like this post for a seika starter, if you'd like one!
WHAT POISONOUS FLOWER ARE YOU?
Lily Of The Valley
This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring– until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you’ve ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving’s sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to– and to do that for yourself for once.
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tagging: all of my lovely followers who want to do it! <3
"Hey, mind if I sit here?"
Seika stands with a smile on her face, and a drink in her hand that would give any health-conscious adult a heart-attack just from looking at it. ...But look - Seika tries to make some effort to watch her health, in a general sense at least - so isn't it fine to indulge every once in a while?
Now that gets a good look at Ann, she feels like she's seen her somewhere before... but can't quite place from where. Either way, while she feels a little bad about asking a stranger if she can sit with them, it's not like she has many other options, since, well-
"This place is packed! I really wasn't expecting this place to be so popular." Though the fact that the store is new and has such a good reputation should've given her a good reason to expect it, really.
"Oh, but if you don't want me, I can find somewhere else, though!"
@guidedhearts ( starter for ann! )
What soul are you?
Radiating Soul.
You have acquired the Radiating soul. when a fire has been snuffed out it doesn't negate the fact it was once bright. it doesn't negate that if no one is around to see the dancing flames it didn't bring light. there's always evidence. smoke lingers in the air. soot falls to the ground. ash fills my lungs and clings to my clothing. even the coals still burn a faint glowing orange. and often we find many bug alike resting in a graveyard around the extinguished fire. as they are drawn to the inevitable light it puts out. even forest fires in their destruction can promote beautiful new growth for the plants that survived. you are not doomed. you do not have to smothered. maybe it just isn't your time. but it will be. in time. wait for the spark and ignite. i want to the place go up in flames. leave wake in your destruction. your light.
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Starter call for Seika! Like this post for a starter, and if you're a multi, please specify a muse if you have a preference who it's for. Thank you so much!!
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It was a little too late for that kind of reassurance to have very much effect. The shell was back on, the gates were closed, and Izumi was every bit the stuttering, blushing, confidence-less girl that she always was. "It's really n-not that important," she murmured, mortified that she'd let her guard slip and become so animated around someone who she barely knew. It was embarrassing, not least because her passion for loud guitars and double bass drums was just another thing that marked her as strange and different from other people - something she didn't really need.
"Sure, m-maybe," she lied, unconvincingly, having no intention of putting together a playlist for Seika that would be easily spread around to call her a freak, or something worse. Izumi was already such an easy target for bullying that maybe one more reason didn't really change the math in any meaningful way, but it would hurt her heart even more to be picked on due to the things that she'd taken refuge in in the first place. Really, she should know better than this kind of thing, and just have safe answers that didn't make her stand out.
But, what was popular with other high school students? Did people still like K-pop? Were BTS and Twice still popular? Once she'd managed to calm down somewhat, taking a seat on her bed with comfortable distance between herself and Seika, Izumi gave a weak sigh, trying to figure out how to salvage anything and everything. It seemed kind of mean to think of Seika as a normie and people who used that kind of language were usually pretty mean. Still, she had a pretty accessible 'popular girl' vibe, right? Maybe Izumi could just follow the lead of someone like her.
"Anyway, S-seika-san... Um, you said you like music too, r-right?" Probably it was better to move the conversation to something completely different, like fashion or boys, but Izumi wasn't very knowledgeable at all in those arenas. At least with music, she could say something of substance. "Um, what k-kind of music do you like, though? Like what b-bands or groups or... things like that?" Even phrasing it like that probably made it seem like she was out of her depth, didn't it? "I'm s-sure you have some really interesting faves, s-so I'd like to hear about them."
Seika falters a little, losing some of her energy as she realizes that she's made Izumi uncomfortable. Well, it's probably more that the girl's embarrassed, but even so, she hadn't hoped to make her feel that way... she always notices these kinds of things when it's too late, though.
"Oh, me?" Accepting the turn of the conversation without comment, Seika hums to herself and thinks.
"I don't know about favorites... there's so much good stuff out there, it's hard to choose!" And like she said, she's not an expert. Fashion is more her area of expertise, whereas music is more like... something she wants to get into, but doesn't know how. Already, though, she's forgetting the awkward atmosphere and letting herself get carried away.
"I like J-pop, but lately I've been listening to different styles, too... Sometimes I'll just let my phone recommend me songs and listen to them, but I don't really know what genres they are. I guess that's kinda inconvenient to talk about..." Seika can't help but feel like a generic "I like everything" answer isn't great for conversation, but she's being honest when she says she's not good at identifying genres. As far as she's concerned, she particularly likes anything that sounds different and makes her feel cool.
"Do you ever listen to Vocaloid? I could show you some of the songs I've heard, lately, if you want!"
OKAY I CAN'T HELP MYSELF, I HAVE SEIKA BRAINROT. so like this post for a starter if you'd like!
Izumi seemed embarrassed at how surprised Seika was about it. "W-well I don't know about expert, but..." Even as she waved her hands in front of her body, it was like a switch had been flipped, some of her meek nature fading away as her blue eyes sparkled. "If you want a recommendation, there are so many good places to start!" Oh, where to even begin? Her gaze drifted over her posters, before locking back towards Seika, more clear and self-assured than any of her eye contact had been earlier. "If you like girl bands, there are so many exciting artists in the space these days, like BABYMETAL, obviously, but also Band-Maid and LOVEBITES and even exist†trace although they're maybe a little older... But, basically, Japan is in a total boom for girl metal!"
But that wasn't even close to all of it, not even a little bit. "But, Japanese metal has all kinds of standouts, like Dir En Grey, Nightmare, Maximum The Hormone, Boris, Church of Misery, Versailles, and then even older acts like Loudness, X Japan." She took a breath, tilting her head back and forth as she thought. "There was this band called Esprit D'air that were pretty promising but they ended up breaking up, and then relaunched as a solo project, and since then, I've really been a fan!" At that point, Izumi hopped up from her bed to grab her vinyl copy of Oceans to show Seika. "Kai-san is really handsome, too!"
If she was going to stand up, she might as well show some more of her albums, leading her to scamper around the room as she talked, pulling things for Seika to see. "But, you can't really talk about heavy metal only in the context of Japan, since it's had so much development overseas. There's all the pillar groups like Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Motörhead and then all the subgenre splinter stuff..." At that, she began sorting things into little piles as she spoke.
"With power metal, I really like Blind Guardian, Sabaton, and Helloween, and then with symphonic metal, Epica, Rhapsody of Fire, Nightwish, especially with," she gave a contented little sigh, a small blush on her cheeks, "Floor-sama singing." Whatever little moment was playing out in her head passed as she straightened back up. "And then death metal and all its subgenres, honestly, death metal is the new 'heavy metal' in that it just kind of covers so much, like there's blackened death metal and symphonic death metal and deathcore and melodeath, which is probably my favorite, like In Flames, At The Gates, Arch Enemy, Children of Bodom."
Abruptly, Izumi tapped at her lip, having realized something. "Oh, but that might be too heavy? If you want to try overseas metal that's still newer, but accessible, maybe something like Ghost? Or The Sword, or even I Disagree by P-" Izumi suddenly realized that, in sorting her piles, she'd completely invaded Seika's personal space, only centimeters between them before she abruptly jumped back, only barely managing to not scatter her records all over the place. "S-sorry! I r-ramble a lot sometimes, p-please don't pay any attention to me, s-s-sorry!"
"Woah..."
This girl sure is passionate about her stuff! And truth be told, Seika is a little overwhelmed, but... as Izumi suddenly frantically apologizes, she's suddenly sad to see the girl who was so full of excitement a moment ago retreating back into herself.
"No, no! Don't apologize! It's cool to see that you're so into it!" she tries to reassure Izumi with a smile, enthusiasm in her voice as she raises her hands up as a sign of peace. Seika's may be out of her depth, but she can tell that this is important to Izumi, and besides, she was being honest when she said she was interested.
"I'll probably forget a lot of what you said, knowing me, ahaha... but how about you text me the names of some of your favourite songs later?" As far as Seika's concerned, that could be a lot of fun! Even if she ends up not liking them, some of the more low-key types of metal could end up being something she enjoys, she thinks, and it's always so much fun to try something new.
"I'll have a listen, and I'll let you know what I think!" she finishes with a grin and a thumbs-up.
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Seika's Aesthetics.
SOUNDS.
tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries
VISUALS.
filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies
SCENTS.
burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / Russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / Italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandlewood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint handcream
To Izumi's relief, the candy seemed to go over well, at least. The last thing she would want to do is seem like a bad host. At first, that was really all she had planned to do in her room - with the snacks secured, they could go back out to the kitchen area and spread out school supplies on the table to get to work. She paused, though, as Seika commented on the room, looking around at all of Izumi's things.
"Ah..." As anxious as she'd been about the lack of suitable snacks in her house, Izumi hadn't really considered what her room looked like, or how it might be perceived by someone else. What were her options here, she thought to herself in a state of mild panic. That her dad had decorated her room? That her room was being renovated and this was just an office she was staying in until they were finished? There had to be some way to explain the situation without taking any kind of ownership over the various posters and albums that colored the space.
It was a surprise, then, when Seika seemed to like it, or think it was all cool. "Um... oh, th-thank you," she murmured, her cheeks flushing red. Maybe she didn't need to think up a convenient lie, then. "I t-try to keep it tidy." What she didn't mention was that the decorating and meticulous cataloguing was at least partially a result of the time in middle school where she'd nearly dropped out of school entirely, spending months away from school and seldom leaving her room, a cocoon that she'd built around herself with some intent to never leave.
To the other girl's question, Izumi nodded. "Y-yeah... I like all kinds of music, r-really, but my favorite genre is heavy metal..." And all its various subgenres, of which Izumi could fill a near-infinite amount of time explaining and detailing. "M-my mom used to make me do choir when I was a kid, but I wasn't very good at it, so I dropped out..." That wasn't exactly accurate - Izumi had been quite good, in fact, but entirely unable to handle performing for other people.
"B-but I still really liked music, and eventually, a friend of my dad's gave me a guitar and some heavy metal CDs to listen to, so..." Izumi weakly gestured to the posters on her ceiling and all the albums in various forms on her walls. "I got kind of really into it ehehe..." That was definitely underselling it, but Izumi had to hide her power level a little. For as long as she could, anyway. "I go to a lot of record s-stores and shop for used stuff a lot, and imports too, and it's usually pretty cheap so I can get a lot." She didn't want Seika thinking she was some rich girl or anything.
"Ehhhh, really!? That's a total shock!"
Izumi is the last person Seika would've expected to be into heavy metal. The image she has of her is being totally reconstructed all at once!
But still, it's nice to see that Izumi has something she's passionate about. It almost makes Seika feel ashamed of her own lack of knowledge on music, despite it being something she loves so much, but more than that... she wants to share in her enjoyment with Izumi.
"I haven't listened to a lot of metal myself, but I listen to music a lot generally. I bet you've a total expert on it, I mean, looking at all those posters... oooh, you should recommend a band to me! I'm totally up for anything!"
Honestly, Seika wants to get into making music herself, one day. But it's a far-away dream, since she's still got so much to learn, and her pursuit of fashion tends to take up most of her time at the moment. But seeing Izumi talk about music like this... it makes her remember that old dream of hers a little.
OKAY I CAN'T HELP MYSELF, I HAVE SEIKA BRAINROT. so like this post for a starter if you'd like!
"H-handy?" Izumi hadn't ever thought of it like that. Since they moved to Tokyo years ago, this was where her family had always lived, but put that way, she guessed it worked out. On the other hand, maybe that there was a Catholic high school nearby had been a selling point, or even something that her mother had set as a requirement for their Tokyo move. Either way, she had to be thankful that the high school commute was just a short walk, rather than needing to take a bike, or ride the subway. A long travel time just created more opportunities for unexpected or unpleasant situations.
"Mmm..." Walking over to the fridge, Izumi started to look around for the snacks and drinks she'd promised Seika without thinking. Being in that it was just her and her dad, it wasn't like there were a lot of options. "W-well, there's whatever you want from here, Seika-san." Cold tea, fruit juice, melon soda and grape soda, for drinks, which Izumi stepped aside so Seika could take what she liked, taking for herself one of the green cans with the large melon on the side.
For snacks, though... Neither corn snacks nor potato chips were particularly popular in her house, and while Izumi herself liked the soy sauce rice crackers her dad ate, her impression was that they were kind of an old person snack, and maybe not something suitable to offer someone as trendy as Seika. "Um... I think I have candy in my room, m-maybe," Izumi murmured, already moving towards the far end of the house in hurried little steps. Her mom sent her a package a few times a year, usually filled with foreign candies and a handwritten letter, although Izumi wondered if it was just the case that her mom didn't want her forgetting how to speak Swedish.
As she walked down the hallway, Izumi absently palmed at the door handle to another room, making sure that it was still locked. Thankfully, it was, which gave her some relief as she continued to her own room. A western-style bed in the corner, and a wooden desk set aside the far wall, with a small lamp and a laptop computer sitting upon it, were all fairly normal things for a teenage girl's room to feature. The rest of it, though, was perhaps rather out of place for the kind of image Izumi presented.
With only some small carve-outs for the aforementioned bed and desk, and a bit of floor space in the middle, the room was filled, wall-to-wall with high, black shelves that stretched all the way to the ceiling, each filled end-to-end with CDs, cassette tapes, and vinyl records. In total, there had to be well over 1000, perpetually in a state of being reorganized, but always tidy-looking. There was so much overlap between genres sometimes, and did blackened death metal really need its own place, but if not, was it more black metal or death metal? The ceiling, too, was used to the fullest extent of its space, with dozens of heavy metal posters plastered up, sometimes overlapping each other, a curious mix of handsome, pretty men, cool, badass women, and all kinds of occult, horror imagery between album covers, tour flyers, and promotional material.
Crawling down underneath the bed, Izumi gently pushed aside her guitar case and drew out the clear plastic container where she kept all her mother's candy. "S-sorry if they're weird," she whimpered, holding the small container out towards Seika. "They're from Sweden, so they m-might not be what you're used to, but please take whatever you want!" Gott & Blandat, Djungelvrål, Marabou chocolate and Daim, skumkantereller, Mariannes... There was a lot of good stuff there, in Izumi's opinion, and she hadn't eaten much of it yet. That Seika wouldn't be able to actually read of the bags, though, seemed not to have crossed her mind.
"Ooooooh! In that case, I'm digging in!"
Seika doesn't show much hesitation at all in taking some candy to go with her melon soda. She doesn't know what she's looking at, or how to read the labels, but she's the type to just try something out that looks good and see if she likes it anyway, so it doesn't really bother her. And if it tastes gross, she'll just say so - she's honest like that, at least about things like this.
"You know, Ueda-san, you've got a pretty sweet place!" Seika gestures to the room around her as she speaks, smiling cheerfully. And she really does mean it - the posters on the ceiling striking her as especially cool. It's not her style, exactly, and it is a bit of a jarring image when compared to the shy looking girl in front of her, but it's got personality - and that what Seika likes about it. If it had been empty, she'd probably have thought it was boring.
She doesn't recognize a lot of the bands, and the occult stuff... is admittedly a little unsettling. But she doesn't say that out loud, instead thinking to herself that Izumi must be a big fan of music. Seika doesn't know if her own interest can measure up to Izumi's clear passion, but maybe it's something they could talk about anyway...?
"It's not what I would've expected at all!" she adds, seeing no reason not to be bluntly honest. "So this is the kind of thing you're into, huh?"
also!! i used this picrew to design how i currently imagine yoshie, seika's crush!! (the outfit isn't really accurate for her but the hair + face is pretty spot on c:)
