もろは

independent and highly selective moroha from hanyō no yashahime//inuyasha. canon divergent, 21+

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Belly + Conrad at the volleyball tournament

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— moroha’s ATTACK ON TITAN verse details º ✧ 。

º ✧ 。 moroha was destined for the scouts practically from the moment she was born. her father, inuyasha, is a captain in the survey corps…  and his daughter’s personal hero. she would often wear her father’s extra green capes to and from school when he was out on missions, and was always at the front of the crowd when they returned. she would make her father stay up well into the middle of the night regaling her with his (very sanitized) stories of the world on the other side of the wall, the people he’d saved. as if her father’s direct influence on her lust for adventure and excitement wasn’t bad enough, the tender heart moroha inherited from her mother made her determined to play a role in the salvation of humanity. 

and she knew there was only one way to do that …

º ✧ 。 when she was old enough, moroha enlisted in the armed forces against the wishes of both of her parents. the first year of training was killer, since she was so undersized compared to the other recruits and struggled to stand her ground in a fight. but, refusing to be counted out, she quickly discovered that being small made her fast in the ODM gear. faster than some of her instructors, the rig fitting her natural style of movement like a second skin and her tiny size enabling her to use less gas to move. moroha quickly rose through the ranks of the other cadets as she honed her speed, unafraid of anything or anyone now that she knew she had an ace in her pocket. 

in fact, she could often be heard over meals insisting that she was going to break her father’s titan kill record once she got into the field. wouldn’t he be so proud?

it turned out that her father had been praying she’d choose literally anything else - best case scenario that she’d quit all together, at worst that she’d wind up with the fat and lazy MPs. but when that tiny little girl with the red bow arrived at the survey corps with the rest of the recruits at the end of training, instead of finding a face of paternal pride waiting for her? she found her father warring between fury and utter anguish.

º ✧ 。moroha didn’t understand his reaction until her first time out beyond the walls - until the first time she came face to face with a titan. and to her great horror and embarrassment? she froze. that hesitation cost one of her classmates, one of her very best friends, their life when they swooped in to save her - a traumatic memory that still jolts her awake at night from a cold sweat. but since that day moroha has earned herself a reputation as a veritable demon with her odm gear - reckless and impulsive, jumping into fights she has no chance of winning and carving her way through titans like they’re made of tissue paper. not to beat her father’s record; to seek revenge. 

the only people within the survey corps who can control her bloodlust are the commander, her captain … and her father. 

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⭐️ I love RPing with you!!! You're fun and always have Moroha come up with the best retorts!

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awwww - this is so sweet !!! thank you love, you too <3 

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⭐️ x to infinity & beyond !!

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omgggggg - right back at ya ! my moroha would be nothing without her cool cousin ;)

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hisui || @dreamsofthepast​

A smug little smile began pulling at his lips even as he refused to let them part from Moroha’s. Was he trying to get them caught? No, not particularly, but he did enjoying seeing her squirm like this. He wanted to see how far he could push her before she lost her composure – she wasn’t exactly known for her level head to begin with, but that wasn’t the point. He let out a quiet chuckle against her lips rather than give her any answer. His lips continued to smack against hers as he hummed his contentment to the greedy way that her fingers gripped at his hair. He loved it when she did things like that, like she was HUNGRY for him, and only him. It also made teasing her a lot easier, which may have been another perk. 

“ Are you saying you want me to stop? “ He asked, catching her bottom lip between his teeth, slowly dragging himself back as he finally pried himself away from her lips. He looked at her with raised brows like he really was waiting for an answer, but only gave her a few seconds to respond before he claimed her mouth again. His fingers pressed into her hips where they’d been resting loosely before he started trying to pull her closer to him. 

Damn - who knew that Hisui had THIS in him?

Moroha had always been the much STRONGER personality of the two, firmly holding the reins of their friendship despite being two years younger. Always choosing what games they’d play, landing him in hot water with their parents because she didn’t heed his warnings. He’d seemingly taken more after his mother than his father, choosing to always avoid conflict if possible and ABHOR being the center of attention. Moroha had just assumed their relationship would be more of the same - Hisui bending (even if he DID complain a bit) to her iron will and stubbornness to keep the peace. 

But clearly she’d been WRONG. Clearly she hadn’t been listening to her parents’ stories about how formidable and confident Sango was. After all, she’d been the one to TAME Miroku, make him abandon his flirtatious ways and practically worship at a single woman’s feet - something both of Moroha’s parents had once believed impossible. It was a power Moroha was starting to see in HISUI, making her cheeks blush and her heart pound wildly in her chest. This was a whole new side of him that she’d never seen before, that maybe he’d never seen before ... and it was all for her. 

“I didn’t say st-” Moroha began, but Hisui didn’t allow her to finish. Her words were swallowed by his kisses, prompting a muffled squeak of surprise from the tiny quarter-demon in his arms. But she leaned into the POSSESSIVE touch, her chest brushing with his as a smile formed on her lips once more. 

“Ya know ... part of me thinks you WANNA get caught.”

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haru || @handpickedriot​

     The Sohmas, being prestigious demons, have always had a bounty on their heads due to Akito’s reputation as their ruthless head, though it wasn’t uncommon for someone like Kyo to come back from scraps. As far as Haru was concerned, they’d only ever tried to live their lives and keep themselves sequestered when their full demon forms rear their heads.

     But the rest of the world didn’t see it like that.

     Haru held out his hands, as if asking to have them tied. “Take me, not Yuki. I’m bigger, so I’m worth more.” He didn’t know what it was that Yuki did – Yuki did have a no-nonsense way about him, however – but he owed Yuki so much for teaching him moments of patience in his youth. Giving himself over to a bounty hunter was the least he could do.

Ooookay ... so this was NOT going to plan. At all.

Jyubei had warned her that the Sohma demons in the hills were FIERCELY protective of their own, even if on the surface it looked like they couldn’t get along long enough to have a single meal together. That taking a member of that family, especially one as HIGH RANKED and significant as Yuki the Rat, wasn’t going to be as easy as Moroha had insisted it would be. But she hadn’t headed the warnings - after all, since when did demons of all different species and backgrounds actually care about one another?

Since NOW, apparently. Damn.

Moroha eyed the cow demon with SKEPTICISM, her fingers still closed tightly around her sword as if prepared to counter any sudden tricks this guy might pull. But the longer they stood there, the wind blowing through her red cape and leaves catching in his spiky hair, the more she could see the SINCERITY in his eyes. He wasn’t going to run or pull a fast one on her - he was genuinely offering himself in Yuki’s place, a trade. But WHY?

“No funny business, right?” Moroha checked, slowly sheathing her weapon and reaching for her leather binding straps. “Deal’s a DEAL - if you come quiet ... I’ll tell Jyubei that Yuki’s not even here.”

[jess-oui]

Just another day in the life of the ultimate chaotic Father-Daughter duo 😅🥰😆

Such a fun prompt, thank you anon!

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º ✧ 。 some personal news ---

i got engaged last night :’)

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cell phone headcanons !

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- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone  ::  もろは🎀 - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone  ::

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone  ::  here !  &  here ! - my muse’s last text to your muse  ::            [  sms ; もろは🎀  ] :  oi , have you seen my cup of ramen? i’m sure i left it on my desk.

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now that i’m getting back into writing on my various blogs i’ve fully updated my THREAD TRACKER !!!

hopefully it keeps my goldfish brain organized - let me know if i’m missing anything!

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💕 ( i know i don't need to send this but it's fun so i'm doing it anyway - hisui )

SHIPPING INTEREST CHECK !!!

Have we discussed shipping before?: yes || no

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes

Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other

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Shipping Interest Check!

Send 💕 (or “hearts!” if the symbol doesn’t show up) and I’ll fill out the following for our muses:

Have we discussed shipping before?: yes || no

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes

Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other

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--- @goresugars​ liked for a starter !!!

Moroha did NOT like the way this stranger was watching her - like they were studying a specimen in a jar, trying to place which part of the animal kingdom the quarter demon girl came from. And Moroha’d had just about enough of feeling like a sideshow. “Hey - the HELL are you looking at?”

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--- @rebcrnmiko​  liked for a starter !!!

“Oww, mama stop FUSSING!” Moroha snapped, roughly jerking her head to the side to free herself from the violent clutches of her mother’s hairbrush. While Kagome had always possessed long, silky smooth tresses that she dutifully and lovingly attended to? Her daughter had inherited both her father’s hair type AND his complete indifference to its maintenance. It didn’t matter to Moroha if it was hopelessly tangled, caked in dirt, or sported a few twigs here in there. 

Not when the alternative could be so painful. “It’s just HAIR - who gives a shit?”

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setsuna, clinging to her last shred of patience.

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--- @ka-go-me​ liked for a starter !!!

“See? COOL, huh? I think it’s still got some blood on it.” Moroha beamed, holding out leather necklace for her mother to inspect up close. The massive tiger demon’s tooth dangled dangerously from the center, the tiny quarter-demon’s latest trophy from her bounty hunting expeditions. The incisor looked sharp enough to cut a diamond - definitely sharp enough to have shredded MOROHA to ribbons if she hadn’t been careful. 

“... Kinda looks like DAD’S necklace, doesn’t it?” she asked in a quieter voice, an embarrassed blush flooding her cheeks. It wasn’t as if the whole of Japan didn’t already know who her father was on sight - between her red robes, ear-like bow, and golden eyes she was Inuyasha’s spitting image. And yet here she was, still hoping to look just a LITTLE more like him. To be a little more like him.