#nephrmore

[nephrmore]

                                               I couldn’t lose you    ..  never  again .  

[chxmpionofjustice]

When @chxmpionofthefuture​ and I are too IC 🤣🤣🤣

@nephrmore​ @maskedruler 

[maskedruler]

✦ ━ （   UNPROMPTED  ／  ❛ 𝕬𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝕬𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌!  ） ━ ✦

@nephrmore​​​ said: ❛ mamoru. ❜ the former knight smiled kindly and offered him a single pink rose with a purple ribbon tied around it , ❛ for your happiness, ❜ valentines aside , his prince and his princess deserved it. and he was happy for a friend. he inclined his head and walked back to his car, waving with a hand - without glancing back. hair blowing behind him in the wind. he always had the same kind of gentlemanly grace in his exits.

          “ Hm? ” A blink of his eyes in curiosity, attention drawn in the direction of the source of the familiar voice. Another blink of them in surprise at the sight of the former knight --- not having expected to see him there. Especially on this particular day, out of all days. Valentine’s Day was... a busy day for many, and Mamoru supposed a part of him had simply assumed that most of his friends and companions had their days set. “ Ah, Nephrite. What a surprise to see you he---... ” His words were promptly cut off in mid-sentence when his gaze was drawn to settle on the decorative single pink rose in the other’s hand.

The act itself was... well, it was a surprise --- most probably only one of the points of the small gift to begin with. A surprise, but a welcomed one at that. Slowly, a fond smile would begin to form on the future king’s lips as he’d accept the flower in his hand. For his happiness... Such a noble, and kind gesture. Really, despite the fact that Mamoru was living a vastly different life in comparison to the one of Prince Endymion, and despite the fact that the memories would always linger with him, it would seem like the knights would still always have their own sense of loyalty to him to this day --- even if their current roles were different. A part of Mamoru couldn’t simply help but feeling a sense of... pride, and yet---... the bigger part of him truly wished the best for them; hoping they would find a purpose much like he had. This single rose meant to symbolize Mamoru’s happiness, but Nephrite, being the kind soul that Mamoru knew he actually was deep down, was indeed just as much worthy of such a concept. And this gift alone was the very proof of that.

Despite the moment being ever so brief --- with Nephrite already turning on his spot to return to his car, there was no denying that the other had put thought into this. The fond smile still lingered on Mamoru’s lips as he’d watch his friend walk away, chuckling to himself in amusement as he parted his lips to speak.

          “ Hey now, what kind of a man decides to show up unannounced, leave a rose, and then depart after dropping a few lines of words? ” 

[kingadcnis]

@nephrmore​ whispered: ❛ hey. ❜ his engine revved as he leaned out the window, grinning at the clueless older leader of the shitennou. ❛ don't forget what day it is, mina won't forgive you. ❜ he teased giving him a single pink rose with a purple ribbon tied around it. ❛ good man.❜ he smiled and laughed, a full rich deep sound that sure was at one of his best friend's expense but something that conveyed a lot of heart and friendship between the two of them. ❛ I won't keep you.❜ and the car roared to life and sped off.

Seeing his closest friend at the most unexpected moments shouldn’t have come as a surprise to the young man, Nephrite would always manage to appear at the most...well unforeseen times -once Kunzite even dared ask him if he was trailing him-. Of course, though, he still looked puzzled when he heard his friend’s car approach him as he stared at the showcase of a store.

Don’t forget what day it is

Hell no, how would be even be able to forget Valentines Day? His girlfriend was the guardian of Venus, the love goddess, of course she kept reminding him of the most important day in her life -aside from her birthday- ❝ I didn’t forget...I assume you are on your way to see Makoto? ❞  a question that didn’t even need an answer, of course he was going to see her.

And while Kunzite hadn’t forgot about the special day...well...he was stuck on what gift to give to Minako. He considered himself a simple, perhaps even traditional, man and therefore giving his dearest a traditional bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates and taking her out for dinner would have been the most likely way to celebrate this day. However Minako wasn’t just someone, she was romantic of course but Kunzite knew that she wanted something beyond the typical gifts and he too wanted to give her something different.

But what could that be?

Well certainly Nephrite hadn’t gone there to help him out, still though the silver haired man couldn’t help the grin showing up on his face when he offered him a pink rose. True that Valentines was mostly about couples but friendship should be celebrated as well, and theirs had been one that has been going for centuries...literally. So naturally Kunzite accepted the flower.

Before, however, the man could even think about asking him to hang out a bit the car drove off into an unknown place. Yes, now he was sure that he was on a rush to go see Makoto.

Ah well...he needed to return to his search.

[absolutionlacuna]

[ THE PAST IS NOT EVEN A FOOTNOTE ]

head bowed in somber respect , he sends a silent ask of the cosmos for this tree to continue to grow for many years. protected , from those that would tear it down because it’s the only place of rest that inuyasha’s soul might find a comfort to him - if his soul still lingered in this life. until he was able to pass on.

he had not yet realized down his cheek , began to roll a single tear as he finished his prayer and happened to glance up at the man offering him his sympathy and a gesture of kindness.

❛ Thank you...  ❜  he said to him and straightened.  ❛ someone I cared for .... this tree reminds me of him.  ❜

“Of course,” Kazama returned his focus to the Sacred Tree ; gaze narrowed some as the other man kept talking. A low hum rolled, deep in his chest and out of his throat. A nod. Some quiet, as though Kazama were lost in thoughts of some kind. “He must have been a wise one;” Kazama moved, index finger extended, and he sounded enthused, smiling over at the stranger,

“this tree is sacred, you know. Supposedly it’s been around for ages ... hence the name ; Tree of Ages. Well, that or, the Sacred Tree. It depends on who you ask.”

that smile faltered a bit, and he cleared his throat, hand lowering to his side, “sorry! I get a bit excited about this kind of thing. Not a lot of people give a damn about this kind of stuff. I was surprised to see someone around here.”

[yasashihanyou]

WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

JUSTICE

What would you do to ensure justice? You know full well I don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. What would you do to those that hurt you? If I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? What kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? You are right to do so. You are right to want to do so. Ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. Do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. You are within your rights. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? Does your anger hurt less now?

&&BONUS: ASAHI VERS.

The Hermit

It’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered. The endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped so very carefully. This all takes time, of course. And those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. It would be so easy to get lost. You know this space so well. Wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay? So well-known and comforting. Why go back? How nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. Why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. Like enlightenment, the self. Retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. So comforting. The thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman. There is no you anymore. Goodbye.

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[maskedruler]

❝ I saw him do this once before when a girl dumped him. ❞ he jests aside to Mamoru. poor jadeite. so devastated.

          PROMPTED // NOT ACCEPTING! // @nephrmore​

          “ Oh... ” What an absolute disaster. The mere sight of Jadeite right now was well enough to make heads turn in an instant and question whether or not the man was actually in a sane state of mind. Which... he probably wasn’t, and it only raised the question of what on Earth was even going on.

Mamoru stared at the sight for a moment before his gaze would shift and wander back to the brunette by his side, frowning slightly in confusion and concern as he finally spoke. “ What even happened? I don’t---... I don’t ever recall seeing him like this before, ” For a brief moment, Mamoru felt a slight sting of guilt for the fact that maybe he didn’t knew the others as well as he would have liked. Then again, if there was anyone that could understand not wanting to show and tell about each and every single side of themselves, it was him. So he supposed he couldn’t fault Jadeite too much...

Still, it didn’t change the fact that he was positively confused right now. Confused, concerned and... if he was being perfectly honest with himself, a bit curious as well. Again, he’d give Nephrite a quick look. “ You guys didn’t get into an uncalled for fight with each other or anything, did you? ”

[yasashihanyou]

WHICH PRIMARY HOUSE + SECONDARY HOUSE, ARE YOU?

        |>We think you're a Burned Gryffindor Primary                 and a Hufflepuff Secondary.

A burned Gryffindor still thinks it’s important to try to do the right thing. They just have some doubts, insecurities, or cynicism around the idea that anyone can know what “right” is. The world would be easier if they could trust their gut, but they know they can’t.

They still strive to do what they can, and often build a constructed morality system (or adopt an external legal, philosophical, or religious code) in order to live as well as possible. But unlike a Ravenclaw Primary, who would be satisfied and righteous using this external system, a burned Gryffindor will always be disappointed and even guilty using this out-sourced moral system.

A Burned Gryffindor has lost confidence in their own internal moral compass. They’d prefer a reality where they could trust their gut and themself, and just do good-- but they live in the real world. Things are too complicated. So they build, find, or invest in an outward morality-- a code, a religion, a philosophy, or another person. This means they can look a lot like the Ravenclaw, relying on an externally constructed morality. However, while Ravenclaws are comfortable and satisfied by this external system, for Gryffindors prioritizing external systems is a pale, disappointing comparison to being able to trust themself.

Hufflepuff Secondaries invest themselves into their world with service and support. When things turn out well for a Puff it often comes as a result of those old investments culminating and giving back. Old debts might raise their head in a time of need. Communities the Puff has supported or built might marshal to their aid without even being asked. Their reputation might precede them, allowing them trust or the allowances that they need. They spend the time and do the work-- while a lot of the time that work may be invested in the people around them, it can also be invested in projects, systems, or organizations-- and that work, too may pay back in time of need.

Often overlooked, Hufflepuff Secondaries may be handed secrets, access, or tasks of monumental importance because they have developed a reputation that they can be trusted with them. This reputation is earned through a slow and steady process of hard work.

Not everyone can see the worth of a Hufflepuff Secondary. Less flashy than a Gryffindor, less smooth than a Slytherin, less jack-of-all-trades than a Ravenclaw, their strength is their dedication. Like all Secondaries, this sorting is about what a Hufflepuff wants to do-- not necessarily what they are able to achieve within the constraints of life, circumstance, and health. But a Hufflepuff wants to show up. They want to work well and fairly. They want to achieve things honestly and stand on solid ground.

This is what makes a Hufflepuff: they show up. They do the work, often for no obvious gain except for the satisfaction of a job well done. This is the source of their power, and it is slowly gathered, not obvious to look at, and rarely spent. Where Gryffindors charge and Slytherins transform, the Hufflepuff seems inconsequential and harmless until the moment when they rise up and call on all their debts, secrets, and trust.

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