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Okuyasu Nijimura Affiliated with Fates Rewritten

[subparbrain]

5, 25, 45

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

     Despite his looks, he’s relatively clean. With that being said, however, the Nijimura household itself is in a set of disarray and almost looks abandoned. 

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

     ”Five years from now? Uhh… dunno. Hopefully outta high school.”

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

     Typically his actions show his thoughts. He’s not the smartest person around, and even he recognizes this himself. Better to act, rather than hesitate.

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☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[illtrusting-deactivated20210829]

beware for teenage girl {event open

Izumo wakes up coughing, lungs taking in too much dust to be remotely healthy. She sits up with heaving shoulders and hacking coughs, eyes closed tightly against the burning in her chest. Once that stops, she opens her eyes, wiping tears out of the corners. When her eyes finally adjust to their surrounds, the shock she feels is justified, 

It’s her room, but not the room back with the people she stays with. No, it’s her older room, the one in Paralia that she refused to go into on her few visits back to her own home. It’s just the way she left, practically bare save for the few pieces of furniture she could no longer use due to having outgrown them. The only thing different is the fine layer of dust covering everything.

She removes herself from the bed, wiping off dust as she slowly exits the room, feet taking her down the familiar path towards the back door. Izumo hates how the house is so empty yet seems smaller than she last remembered. She never entered it on her visits, preferring to stay in the back to tend to the small garden and koi pond instead. The teen opens the sliding door if a light push, letting in fresh air and light. The garden is untouched like always which makes her feel slightly relieved despite her confusion.

There is a fox sitting at the door, waiting like it knew she was there. Her mother fed the foxes around their house often and so did Izumo and her sister. It’s a welcome sight to see as she steps on the grass still cool with dew. The female pays it little mind as it trots behind her as she makes her way towards the front of the house.

When she gets closer, the female immediately bristles at the sight of a person getting too close to home for her liking. Whether they’re curious or not, she doesn’t care, steps quicken until she reaches the fence, hefting herself up to grab the top, and feet used to keep herself from falling as she leans over.

“Hey! You can’t be here, this is private property!” Words are snapped harshly, look she give the person is particularly unforgiving. 

[subparbrain]

     Paralia wasn't all that bad of a place. Sure it was in the boonies, but hell, it felt kinda good being out here-- even with the whole suddenly appearing up and in this place without having been there the night before.

     At least, Okuyasu was pretty damn sure he wasn't here the night before.

     But despite knowing he was in Paralia, he didn't have a real sense of where 'here' was, anyways. With no idea how to get around town, after wandering around for a while, the delinquent was frustrated, and lost.

     And while he wasn't all that smart, he was smart enough to realize that maybe it would have been best to ask for some directions. Having approached a couple houses already to only find them empty or unresponsive, striding forth in hopes that the third house would be the charm, Okuyasu freezes as he hears a voice call at him.

     "Huh?"

     Looking around for a few moments slightly confused, not seeing Izumo until a few seconds later, he can only scratch his head at her words. Private property...?

     "Uhh, sorry, I ain't gonna be here for long," he starts up, looking the other way for a moment. Was no one else here...? Seems like he had no other choice then.

     Glancing back towards the cross-looking girl, he takes a couple steps forwards.

     "Hey, uh, you live here then, yeah? That mean you know your way around this place? I'm kinda lost right now... I don't really live here, so I dunno where I'm going."

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     Proper actions given, from years of being through a sort of household where certain acts would be frowned upon. The female was courteous to keep a soft pace in her step, showing she was in no hurry to continue forward. In her view, watching a couple of people knock into someone and even having the audacity to knock the sweet from the male’s hand, eliciting a cry of anger as the troublemakers ran off. Not willing to obey the male’s wants, Chaika stopped in her step with a puff of her cheeks. Some people were rude, but she was taught to stay selfless and generous.

     ❝Troublesome!❞ She spoke because of the incident, making sure to not step in the waste of the cream. Shocked by these actions, the female pointed to herself even though he wasn’t speaking to her. ❝Muyuuuh! Would not mind! Even if not the offender. Please let me, buy new one..!❞

[subparbrain]

     ... They ran, without even turning back. Naturally, this only served to do one thing for the angry teenager. It made him angrier.

     "HEY! Don't think I won't kick your asses! I'm gonna rip--"

     But before he could take another two steps, ready to charge ahead after the perpetrator and his cohort, a girl's voice rose upwards, and Okuyasu stopped himself in his tracks.

     "--Huh? What? Wait... You serious? You'd do that for me?" Staring at the immensely shorter girl with his rage subsiding from being caught off guard, he's so surprised, he doesn't know what to think. "... But you didn't do nothing to me! I mean, I'd be fine with it, but... r-really, kid?"

[sigmaria]

Enysha's Shoujo Manga Life (open)

Enysha had one particular reason to spend the time between the end of class and her curfew in her school’s music room:

Her father was home and composing, filling the house with music. Wonderful music, but not the music that Enysha wanted to play. As a corollary to that, she didn’t want to interfere with her father’s composing nor did she want to embarrass herself in front of him by messing up.

But she couldn’t stay at school forever. Enysha had set an alarm on her phone to remind her when to stop practicing and start packing up.

She cleaned her flute and set it back into its case; sheet music went into its folder, which went into her backpack. She checked the time on her phone then put it in her pocket.

So with her backpack and her flute, Enysha left the music room, checking over her shoulder one last time to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything, and bumped right into someone.

"Oh! I’m sorry."

[subparbrain]

     Wandering around school after classes wasn’t particularly a hobby of Okuyasu’s. Not the type to stick around school for long unless he needed to, more often than not, he would have been at work today.

     However, tutoring had been a necessity these past few weeks. If he wanted to pass Geometry, he’d need tutoring. … Much like he needed it for Algebra as well, really.

     Carrying along a rather worn backpack over his shoulder, the young man whom was relatively tall for his age had just been ready to depart from his tutoring sessions— striding through the hallway one leg at a time— before pausing, feeling something light bump into him.

     ”Hey, watch where you’re—”

     Cutting himself off as he hears the other’s voice pipe up, Okuyasu blinks— glancing at who exactly it was that had bumped into him. And all it was was… just another student.

     ”… Oh. Shit. I uh, thought you were some janitor or whatever… s’ fine, don’t worry about it. I didn’t think anyone else aside from the teachers and other not-students were still here. Aside from me and all.”

[afurnityfurfelines]

the world switches to slow motion as you watch this man’s sweet treat fall to the ground. the ears on your hat drop, but not really. only in your imagination.

"aww i’m sorry…" 

you frown sadly at the ice cream melting on the ground.

"can you efur furgive me? is there something i could pawsibly do to make it up to you?"

[subparbrain]

     "Huh? Forgive you? Uh..."

     Normally in these sorts of situations, Okuyasu wasn't met with such composure. More often than not, the opposing party was either surprised, or pissed off. This was neither of the cases.

     "Look, if you buy me a replacement ice cream like I asked, I'll think about it. It's gotta be the same kind, though! Strawberry and chocolate chip. Got that?"

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     "You bastard..."

     "HEY! I'm talking to YOU! Bumping into me like that all of a sudden, what's your deal, eh?! Watch where you're going! And look, you made me drop my ice cream! Just for that, you're gonna be buying me a new one! Got that?!"