#;ask reply meme

[guhamun]

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒; no longer accepting || @caemthe

daisy for nagayoshi, oak for natasha & zinnia for calcharo

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ? 

That’s such a good question, really. If anyone were to ask Nagayoshi this, he honestly would be at a loss for a few moments because the concept of ‘innocence’ is difficult for him to grasp as he has never viewed himself this way. When his father died, he was about thirteen years old, thrust into being head of his clan and already having responsibilities placed on his shoulders. Then he went to war for the first time at fifteen… To him, this was his normal. This is the reality of all children of samurai during the Sengoku Era, and thus, he doesn’t focus on the fact he didn’t really have much of a childhood as that just was not in the cards for him.

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?

There are soooo many people that Natasha considers strong that she could honestly name off the top of her head. Said individuals are those that have pushed forward even though it was so hard to do so. However, if she did have to pick one person, then she would say that individual is Bronya for a variety of reasons.

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

You would think that such loss would make him distant from others, and though he is to an extent, it isn’t in the way where he would prefer to be alone. He is used to that feeling of being in a group, especially since he had formed the Underdogs exactly for that reason as a child. It was safer to be with other likeminded individuals rather than trying to survive all by yourself, and this has translated into how he looks after his Ghost Hounds as well. Loss is very hard for him, but it is an eventuality for all who take up the mantle of ‘mercenary’. No matter how skilled they may be, death is always there, even for himself. Rather than sit still and mourn, he takes the dog tags of those who passed, keeps those who have no family to himself, or gives them to a close comrade, and simply remembers them. That is the least he can do. The only perspective he has gained is that nothing is forever, and to treasure what you have while you have it.  

[ardenssolis]

misc action meme; no longer accepting || @dayscorch

🩹 - to trace your muse’s scars . reverse for koto ozy always has special scar touching privileges uwu

❝YOUR SCARS TELL QUITE a story, Koto.❞  Ozymandias himself didn’t have any, but his reign had been relatively peaceful. Unlike the Pharaohs of the past who had fought wars, his father had left everything quite stable for him when he came into the crown. He couldn’t imagine fighting like Koto had done for the majority of her short life. Had she even had a chance to experience anything of note? For one who had such an opportunity, that seemed rather…sad. Fingers brushed against an exposed scar on Koto’s arm, gaze slipping to the many that followed. She was normally covered head to toe, so catching a glimpse of her skin to this extent was a rarity. It was safe to say that it would always be a bit jarring to him. ❝I can only imagine the things you survived when you were hunting demons.❞ He supposed what surprised him the most, was that Koto hadn’t been blessed by any gods. None of them had granted her, or those like her, the ability to take on creatures that crushed normal human beings as if they were ants.

     It was all sheer human perseverance.

     ❝I can tell from this, that you saved many.❞ The various scars showed that she survived, and through her survival, others could survive too. She might not have been able to save everyone that she ever met, but it was the fact that she had done what should have been impossible. That was what impressed Ozymandias the most. ❝Although,❞ he continued, shaking his head a little with a sigh, ❝I can also tell you probably gained some of these through your usual recklessness. Such a stubborn woman.❞

[zangyo]

question prompts; accepting || @shrapnelsong

"what's your favorite sandwich?" :)

❝MY…FAVORITE SANDWICH?❞ NOW that was…a question he could say no one had ever asked him before. Maybe because it wasn’t particularly interesting. Maybe that was the reason. To say that he had a lot of opinions about such things would be an understatement, but then again, he had a lot of opinions about food in general, not just sandwiches. ❝Chicken katsu sando is pretty nice. It’s a bit heavy to many, though, depending on the cut of the chicken, so it’s best to eat it at lunch or later in the evening. It’s one of my favorites, even if I don’t eat it on a regular basis. Sometimes just a regular ham, cheese, and lettuce sandwich is more than enough to keep me content.❞ And with just the lightest bit of mayo too. Too much would ruin the overall taste of the sandwich, but just the right amount helped bring the flavor out that much more between the ingredients used.

[erekhsha]

nonverbal starters ; accepting || @miburoni​​

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

     THE MASTER WAS SOUNDLY resting as they should have been, the day's events probably having exhausted them despite it just being a usual routine of gathering items to aid in a Servant's ascension, and it was during this time that Arash thought to keep a lookout for anything or anyone that might approach their camp. Bow in hand, he gently brushed gloved fingers along the surface, knowing even with that fabric in the way that it was cool beneath his touch.  The soft ruffling of trees did manage to yank him from his thoughts, however, eyes quickly darting in the direction of the noise as fingers tightened upon the polished wood until he realized it was just Hijikata. 

     ❝Ahaha, you startled me a little, Mr. Shinsengumi. You're lucky I'm not quick to strike without looking.❞ A grin flickered upon his lips, light and somewhat teasing as he pushed himself straighter in their presence, finding that to be more mannerly than sitting. However, all that was brushed aside temporarily as his eyes followed where they pointed in the distance. What exactly did they want him to see? Leaves from trees filtered the fading sunlight, though he had to still lift his hand to block out what was left. ❝Hm? What am I looking for?❞

[sinecaritate-blog]

♡ + Family!

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon; accepting || @shieldofsteel

[Family isn’tsomething that Kirei himself really understands, or at least, the attachment aspect of families. He’sseen others close to their parents, relatives, and siblings, yet he neverreally felt that kind of feeling towards his father. He just kind of existed in a way? Kind of like thisbook I read in like the seventh grade (TheGiver) where kids were assigned toparents and didn’t really ‘love’ them because the concept of love was nevernurtured. They were ‘family units’ and nothing more; put in place to look afterthose children and put them out into society as useful. That’s pretty much howit feels to Kirei. He never really loved his wife though he did try to loveher, but since the concept of love slips past his fingers, it’s impossible forhim to really get the gist of family past parents looking after theiroffspring, ect.

He also doesn’teven bother to see Caren Hortensia, his daughter, either so he’s just literally a shrugemoji in this department.]

[ardenssolis]

misc action meme; no longer accepting || @nvrcmplt

👁 - to glare at your muse . //Caelestis

IT WAS EASY ENOUGH to sense animosity from the beast before him, the creature one that he had never seen before, yet he knew what they were. A hippogryph. A bird that was similar to one known as a gryphon, but not quite. Where a lion’s paws and sharp claws would have been present upon back legs, instead, Ozymandias saw the hooves of a steed. He had heard of these creatures, or at least, he felt that somewhere in the deepest recesses of his memory he might have heard stories of them. Despite having no reason to hold his hands up in a placating manner, he did so anyway, hoping that this gesture would calm whatever distrust they might have had. He was in their territory, after all, summoned here for whatever reason by unseen forces. Ozymandias could acknowledge himself as the intruder here. ❝Forgive me, Great One, for entering your home without permission. It was not of my own volition, I assure you.❞ Forests, mountain ranges – these places were often overflowing with mana. So, he could only assume that was why he was here.

     Outside of that, he was at a loss.

     Still, Ozymandias would rather not get into a conflict with such a beautiful creature if he could help it, especially when they were not quick to attack. If anything, the way they stood before him was meant to intimidate, to remind him that they were allowing him to exist here and now without sharp talons clawing at him and an even sharper beak seeking to stab. ❝I will not be remaining long. As soon as I find my bearings, I will be gone from here.❞ Did they have a flock? That might also have been why they were extra intent on seeing him take his leave. Despite not knowing where he had been called to, this place felt…different. Foreign. Knowing better than to back away, and far too proud to do so to begin with, he waited, watching the hippogryph intently to see what they would do. If they spread their wings and flew away, his words were understood. If they were spread with killing intent, though… How unfortunate it would be for them.

[guhamun]

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒; accepting || @caemthe

amaryllis & lilac for jianyu; chamomile & nasturtium for calcharo; sage & willow for natasha

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

Jianyu is so simple with this kfjdshfsd. Honestly, he takes the most pride in his swordsmanship. He has put his entire everything into bettering himself with a blade, choosing this as his main weapon over all others, and pretty much obsessively focusing on it. The way he expresses his pride in his abilities is naturally through combat. Sparring with others, testing what he has learned with someone else… There’s a thrill in that. Most especially if that person too is just as skilled as he is. Now that makes it even better.

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

He had a rather nice childhood. He grew up surrounded by family and friends; everyone knowing everyone – there’s a kind of comfort there. A sense of belonging. He helped take care of his grandparents, and looked after cattle / other children too before he became an elite warrior and began guarding the outskirts of his home from bandits. Jianyu was quite happy. Due to the loving environment he came from, he too remains very loving. He still recalls his home, still thinks about it sometimes, and carries it gently in his heart.

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

That depends on the painful experience. Like, what happened to the Underdogs continues to stay with him even into adulthood. It made him realize that only through violence and intimidation can he protect others. As a result, it is through his questionable reputation that others know not to mess with him, or anyone he cares for because he will come after them. Cal is someone who will drag himself through the mud before he allows himself to ever just linger in despair. Every single scar he has gained, every single near death experience – he has learned from them all. They are lessons to keep. To remember.

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland . 

Cal has no love for his homeland. He has very few good memories from it, and so, he chooses not to think about it. To him, the New Federation is a pit of vipers – a dog eat dog kind of society where only those who earn favor from those with power can rise, and those who haven’t, will always remain at the bottom, scrapping away at what scraps they're given.

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

Natasha just wants to be remembered as someone who cared about others and put her all into ensuring their comfort. Honestly, truth be told, she wouldn’t care whether she’s remembered or not. What matters to her, is that those around her are happy. That they’re healthy. That is really all that she desires.

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

She handles it by digging herself into her work and constantly keeping busy. That was what she did quite a bit when the surface was sealed away. Natasha was constantly keeping track of what Wildfire did, along with trying to ensure that there was enough medicine / medical supplies to keep the people of the Underground from falling into the red. There wasn’t really any time to be depressed when there is just so much going on. Thus, that is still how she tends to handle things – busying herself.

[guhamun]

send me 🕯️to hear my character’s inner thoughts about your character; accepting || @caemthe

🕯️ jiyan for cal!

❛I don’t understand how Jiyan can be so oblivious to his own charm. He speaks, and his Midnight Rangers pay attention to his every word. He smiles, and it lights up the entire area. Looking back on things, I have no idea why I thought that everything about him was a potential ruse. I guess it’s because it’s hard for me to imagine most people not having motives.❜ He could still recall when Jiyan had contacted him. He had been personable back then, all smiles and polite words, but Calcharo had been wary of him – more so due to how open he appeared. It had to be a means of lowering his guard, he had thought. Knowing what he did now, though, that seemed silly. ❛Jiyan is truly a remarkable man. I don’t think I’ll ever meet another quite like him. I do wish he'd stop watching me so intently...❜ It made him feel exposed.