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Was that another child? That would be the first one she’s seen since arriving to this city. A marvelous city it was, from what a glance she’s taken. Surely there were other children present but that will be task to decide on later.
“Excuse me! You seem like you could be of help. Do you know what’s going on?”
Reserve's in the inbox already, but blog got done quicker than anticipated. Applying as Lucas from Mother 3. Profile is under /app, abilities are under /ability. Lucas was previously a Savior back in Citta-Alveare under the url lightningrodkid.
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Lucas!
You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 269.
You’ll retain everything you were given previously.
– mod altair.
This is kind of out of the blue, but it seems like you're pretty in the know when it comes to the Japanese-speaking side of the Persona fandom, so: Do you happen to know if Ken Amada's mom has any kind of given name or fanmade nickname? I've been thinking about a fanfic-ish concept that would most likely necessitate calling her by her first name at least once, but I realized it'd be pretty awkward if I came up with a new one for her if there was already a name she's more well-known by. 😶
The first thing you need to know here is that due to how name-bases work in Japanese culture, in the Japanese versions of the games many characters are mostly referred to by their last names. Ken is one such characters. I think the times his first name comes up in the Japanese script can be counted on one hand comfortably.
As a result of that, the fandom doesn’t really see the need to give first names to family members of such characters either. Personally I’ve never seen a Doujin giving any sort of given names to characters such as Yu Narukami’s or Yosuke Hanamura’s parents, even though they’re frequently mentioned and sometimes even appear personally. It’s always just “last-name-san”. Now, I don’t read that much Ken-centric fanwork personally, but from as far as I know (which might be incorrect, take it with a grain of salt), there’s probably no sort of established fan-name for Ken Amada’s mother either.
Now, before finishing this post, may I recommend you consult http://tangorin.com ‘s kanji and name dictionaries to come up with a name for Miss(es) Amada? I say this because I often see great fanfics that become hard to read for me as someone who actually speaks Japanese because of people using names that aren’t actually names for their characters by accident, so I wanna preventively promote better ways of finding actual Japanese names whenever possible~.
That said, godspeed with writing your fanfic! :-) Who knows, I might even end up stumbling upon it on one of my reading sprees!
It’s hard to find somewhere quiet, but Raven manages. So far, the entrance near Savior’s Respite is usually pretty good bet, so she makes her way there and settles down to meditate. She’s always meditated regularly, but she won’t deny that it’s become an even more frequent habit without the rest of the Titans around to disturb her, or an actual job. As a result of this though her mediation is, admittedly, not as controlled as is its norm.
🏷️, 📺, ♦️
🏷️Do they give their partners cute nicknames?
Depends! He’s pretty bad at coming up with clever ones, so he’d probably stick with ones like “hun” and “sweetie”. But he’s also too shy to say stuff like that, so he usually just sticks by their name.
📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family?
Yes! Ken is pretty open about his relationships when it comes to his loved ones, but he’s not... Overly gushy about them.
♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?
Nope! Ken doesn’t really pay much attention to social or financial status, but if they were of a lower class, he’d likely help them out with whatever they needed.
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i for one would find it a bold and fresh fashion choice to fly them from your horns like a pair of proud flags
youcallthisautopia replied to your post: tell me about your skin, mister the nightmare...
“doors suck” to the touch, huh…
im talking about the word chill you chump elf
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Cole took to wandering like a leaf to the wind. The center of the city, strange as it was already, made him woozy. Made him feel unreal. Too real. Like being torn in two, but not knowing which half would still be "him". He sought himself outward, away from the strange faces and stranger contraptions, weaving past each and every person that passed him by-- none the wiser to his existence. He felt out of place, stained leathers and linens standing in stark contrast to the denim and cotton that the populace took to dressing in.
...
He sought himself outward. Towards a great something in the distance. A bone-hard ball of something bubbling; resentment. No, sorrow? Regret? Cole was like a moth to a flame. He couldn't stay away.
The playground, though not entirely abandoned, had an absolute permeation of loneliness. Had it not been for that something radiating from the blonde boy on the seesaw, Cole might've just passed it by. But no, that boy was his sole reason for having gone this way in the first place-- at least, he thought it had been. He couldn't tell when his free will had receded and given in to the instincts of compassion. No matter. What mattered now was--
A boy with the same face, similar name, but different; chasing after the impossible. Why can't he take off the armor? Why can't he remember? Why does he give himself so easily? Why, why, why--
... this child. He was a child. Varric had told him, ‘please, kid, mind yourself around them. Can't just say what comes into your head. They're... more delicate.’ So...
So Cole minded himself. He kept the words firmly inside himself-- the words that weren't his, but weren't really the boy's either, something shared now-- and instead opted for.
"Hello." The spirit sat crouched before Lucas, knees almost up to his own chest, wide eyes staring with an almost-curiosity at the young boy. "... Can. May I join you?"
