#taisa

[government-mandated-femslash]

Today's government mandated femslash couple of the day is

Alice Júnior and Taísa!

[mintyaquagreen1675]

Ok, so just hear me out on this. If there were a Japanese DUB of Welcome to Raven Brooks then I think Banjo Ginga should voice Mr. Peterson.

Now, Banjo Ginga has voiced Darby Elder from Jojo's Bizarre adventures, Nightmare from Kirby's Japanese anime dub, Riku Doldo III, Captain Axe-Hand Morgan, MorganMorgan Taisa from One Piece, and Snijder from Spy x Family

[madd-nix]

I made two new Pokemon OCs! Taisa (left) and Seina (right)

They're based on Hisuian Typhlosion and Sneasler, and also they're girlfriends! (And Taisa uses she/they pronouns while Seina uses she/her)

Oh, and some more info about their designs and names below the cut!

So, for Taisa, I took inspiration from the Fancy Kimono Typhlosion outfit from the game as well as Meiji era kimonos since that's most likely when the game takes place or is at least based on. And her name's meaning didn't have much influence on why I chose that name for them, but instead it's mainly the Ty/Tai- part that sounds the same as the start of TYphlosion.

For Seina, I based her design off the Pearl Clan a little because of Lady Sneasler being one of their nobles, but also the Ainu people's clothing styles since the two clans are meant to be based on them. And her name meaning "noble" just fit perfectly due to obviously the noble Lady Sneasler.

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

taísa from alice júnior is bisexual (canon)

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[avidadeumagorda]

Um dia eu acordei e simplesmente não era mais a pessoa que fui. E tudo simplesmente mudou. E eu só queria pedir desculpas às pessoas que eu feri de alguma forma, mesmo que naquela época eu não tivesse noção que minhas atitudes pudessem magoá-las. E sei que magoei muita gente por causa da minha obsessão por atenção e por aceitação. Lé, que fez meu coração bater forte por alguém pela primeira vez, desculpa por não ter te defendido quando tive a chance... Gi, que me ensinou que amizades podem virar amor, desculpa por ter escondido quem eu era... Ma, que me salvou tantas vezes com sua amizade irrestrita e amor incondicional, desculpa por ter usado seus sentimentos... Ju, que me proporcionou risadas e momentos maravilhosos, desculpa por ter simplesmente ido embora... Ga, que me mostrou o que o amor faz e como ele nos transforma, desculpa por meu gênio forte e por não respeitar seu tempo e seu espaço... Ta, que ficou do meu lado por tanto tempo e ouviu tantas lamentações, desculpa por não estar mais ao seu lado como antigamente... Vi, que me mostrou que corações bons e almas lindas ainda existem, desculpa por não acreditar mais no amor e ter te feito esperar... Eu mudei, a vida me fez mudar e aprender com meus erros. Só queria que nossos caminhos não tivessem se cruzado enquanto eu ainda era aquela pessoa. Minhas mais sinceras desculpas. De coração aberto e arrependido!

Carta aberta aos meus erros do passado.

[nyotasaimiri]

Taisa

Snowflakes dusted his hair. Tarvei was glad for them. He had been near roasting all day. They never do mention that part when you sign on as a merchant’s assistant, do they? he thought, baring his fangs in a wry smile. But then again the Miniknog rarely told anyone anything. At least he made it home before curfew. There were only a few guards openly patrolling now. They’d be everywhere by dark, of course. They were always everywhere, whether or not he saw them.

Tarvei sighed and shut the door. “Mom, Dad, I’m home.” The hallway smelled like oranges. Tarvei patted the potted tree by the stairs and hoped that maybe this year the blossoms would ripen into fruit.

“Dmin is still at work, dear,” his mother’s voice called from deeper in the house. “I’m in the kitchen. How did your day go?”

Vei took off his overshirt and hung it up on the coatrack beside the door, then tucked his boots underneath it. His toes stretched and curled against the thick rug. It was so nice to get them out of the restrictive shoes. “Not bad. I think we’re making good progress on that Avian trade deal,” he told her, heading down the hallway.

Any other Apex household might have had to watch their words a good deal more than that when talking about jobs. But most other households did not have Taisa Saimiri. Vei’s mother was washing the dishes when he came in, soap suds hiding the thick muscle of her arms. Her jacket was neatly folded over the back of a chair. It usually came off the moment she got home from her own job, just like Tarvei’s coat and shoes. Vei’s father often joked that he lived in a family of nudists. He didn’t have to joke about the rest. There were still pride and power in Taisa’s green eyes as she looked up to smile at her son.

“For the featherseed, right? Good.” She pulled her arms out of the soapy water and shook a little water out of her greying fur. “The damned rebellion has been causing so many problems with our food supply lately. This will be a weight off our backs.”

“And our bellies, right?” Vei joked, ducking a little so she could kiss the top of his head. “Aw, Mom, my hair isn’t a towel!”

Taisa chuckled. Vei had heard it a thousand times, but today her laughter sent a curious little shiver through his stomach. “Perhaps if you wouldn’t wear it so long,” she teased, “or if you brushed it once in a while so I wouldn’t have to do it for you.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Tarvei grinned and ducked out of the way of an affectionate ruffling, passing her a hand-towel. “You never do that to Dad, though.”

“He’s balding, dear.” Mischief sparkled in Taisa’s teeth. He had seen that smile somewhere else now. “I do try to spare the hair he has left.”

Tarvei smiled back and started helping her dry the dishes. “True. We’ll have to save up clothes vouchers to get him a hat for winter. Can’t have him getting a snowdrift on his head.”

He knew better than to ask about her job. She would tell him if she was allowed. Taisa was well practiced in not sharing too much. It kept her family alive.

“You seem distant, Tarvei.”

Ah. “Sorry.” He grinned sheepishly. “I guess I’m a bit worn out from work after all. Listening to people argue all day does get to you.”

Taisa hummed, almost growled, deep in her throat in hearty agreement. She could certainly relate. “I am almost done here if you would rather rest.”

It was a rare offer, and Vei would have been tempted to take it if he was not so focused on her. On how familiar she was. Yes, she was his mother, he had known her for his whole twenty years. But he kept noticing that greying fur, tawny eyes, hearing that deep, soft laugh, seeing the apex woman standing on the war-torn plain, a child’s doll in her hand—

How did I not see it then?

He shook his head and offered a sheepish smile, taking refuge under his childish mask again. “No thanks. I just need a distraction, is all.”

“Chores are good for that,” Taisa said, her voice neutral as she returned her attention to the dishes.

“Yeah.” Vei started drying again slowly. It worked, for a little while. But he kept seeing the familiar-twice-over color out of the corner of his eye, hearing snatches of a lullaby as she hummed while she worked. He looked at her, looked at the mug in his hands, and said, “Mom, can you tell me a story about Nyota again?”

[missionanime-blog]

Is your job to make it so danm beatiful, never give up, always forward.

[nyotasaimiri]

Love and Pride

(Forgot my queue today ^.^;; This post got very long indeed so I’ll try to spare the dash with a keep reading button)

“Oh?” Taisa paused in picking off a particularly stubborn bit of dried nutrient paste. “How rare. I haven’t heard you ask about her in years.” She considered the dishes, then finished washing the last one and dried her hands. “We should go sit down.”

Tarvei knew what that meant. He followed her into the living room and sat on the sofa, far enough away from the voice recorder in the piano that it wouldn’t pick up a whisper. It was an old, ugly pattern, but the upholstery was soft from many years of use, and it still had tiny marks in the wood where he had cut his first teeth before Dmin brought home a proper teething ring. Tarvei ran his fingers over the nubby little bumps and tried to be calm.  

“So,” Taisa asked him softly, teasing the tie out of his hair and running her fingers through the dark strands like she used to do when he was small, “what’s so special about today? You never ask about your sister anymore.”

“It’s…” Tarvei hesitated, biting his lip. He tried to look embarrassed instead of shifty. He couldn’t admit I met her. Not when they thought she had been dead for six years. Not when she was—when they both were working with the rebels. Tarvei shook his head and didn’t allow even the idea of that consequence to surface. “It wasn’t a hard day, Mom, but…”

Taisa misread his pause and took his hand. “It’s your job, isn’t it? Are you worried again, that you won’t live up to her?” She brushed his hair back, then met his eyes with a smile. “You don’t have to be a soldier, Tarvei.”

Vei leaned into her and let her feed him his story. “You’re sure? I mean, I’m a small-time merchant’s clerk. She was—”

Taisa hugged him with a fierceness that left just the smallest coil of guilt curled in his stomach. “She was an officer, yes. But—” She broke off, shook her head, and left him wondering. So even Taisa Saimiri could not voice some things aloud, but that she had even started to…

Vei took her free hand and pressed into her shoulder, a physical support and an emotional one. He didn’t dare say anything, didn’t trust his words to stay in line if they left his lips.

Taisa’s smile returned as she controlled herself once more. “We have you still, Tarvei. Your job is just as important as hers, even if it does not get the fanfare it deserves. What are soldiers without food?” Taisa ruffled his hair, then touched her forehead to his. “You’re doing good work, dear, for all of us. She would be proud.”

The guilt melted. Tarvei smiled back, certain for the first time. “I know.”

He could still see the pride in Nyota’s eyes as she spoke with him and Commander Blake on her ship just a few weeks ago, the affection in her familiar-unfamiliar smile.

Taisa leaned back against the worn down sofa and stretched her legs. “So, I think I owe you a story, then? What did you want to hear?”

Tarvei found his way back to the moment, his smile turning a little bit sheepish. He covered it with an embarrassed laugh. “I um. I hadn’t thought that far.”

Taisa’s chuckle was very much like her son’s. “Didn’t think you would get this far, is that it?” When he nodded, she laughed again and returned his hair tie. “I can always tell you a story about her training days. I still remember the tapes from her exam when she was fifteen, before the censor wiped it.”

A funny little bitter knot snagged Tarvei’s throat at the tiny note of sadness in his mother’s voice as she mentioned that. The censor. He still didn’t know why—but he could ask Nyota herself now. He would. But that wasn’t the story he wanted to hear today. “You always tell me something about her training, though,” he said. It took a little effort to make his voice teasing and not resentful. It was too easy to forget and slip back into resenting. “Why not something else?”

“As you like then.” Taisa looked at him, bemused. “I don’t suppose you have anything in mind now?”

Vei closed his eyes, eyes like his sister’s, like their father’s. “What was she like when she was a little girl?”

Taisa’s eyes creased with something bitter, something sweet, something Tarvei had not seen in her face before. “It is so hard to remember her like that…”

“Yeah, I guess.” Vei looked up at the ceiling to avoid recognizing the strange expression in Taisa’s smile. “It was a really long time ago.”

“Well, that as well.” Taisa sighed, but did not let her smile slip. “She was so small… She was seven years old the last time I held her hand.”

He almost regretted asking. He wished he could close his ears against the unshed tears in Taisa’s voice. But she kept talking as if it didn’t hurt at all. Maybe she needed to.

“She loved the snow, you know.” Taisa looked out the window at the almost-dark sky and the last hints of the flurry drifting down. “I know we all do, but she loved it especially so. As soon as the first flakes fell out of the sky, every time, she would run to that window there, run to find me or Dmin so we could see it too.” Her eyes half-closed. “She loved to share what she loved most of all.” The fond chuckle caught in her throat a moment and slipped free. “And she was a terror out there as soon as she could throw.”

Tarvei echoed her laugh. “I guess it runs in the family, huh?”

Taisa caught his eye with a smirk. “It does. You’re so like her. Like she might have been.” She stopped and glanced at the piano, but her voice was still too soft for the bug to hear. “She used to get stuck on top of the bookcase, just like you did, and get too scared to climb down. Dmin was so proud of her, that first time she rescued herself. He smiled for hours…”

And the stories kept slipping out of her like the flakes drifting down from the sky. Tarvei listened and held her hand and tried to picture the girl his sister might have been. Tried not to think of the tears his mother dared not shed. Thought of the grown woman who called him brother there below the ancient gate. I want to bring her home.