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@wishfinder
# 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 : independent roleplay blog for Nozomi Kirifuji from The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy. Semi-selective, mutual-only, multi-verse, multi-ship. Please read rules linked below! Penned by Kosmic ( they/him, 29 ). Sideblog to 100lives.
↳ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 | 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆
𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 :
Takumi Sumino : @100lives Eito Aotsuki : @azureaped Yugamu Omokage : @distortment ( sideblog ) THL Multimuse : @asteriicus ( sideblog, low activity )
Nozomi Kirifuji. She looked like an angel. What had once been a jagged maw full of crooked and sharp teeth was now a cute little frown. The mold attached to her rotting skull was currently long silver hair like starlight. Angry misshapen eyes were now beautiful violets that looked concerned and kind.
The skip in his chest was from anxiety. The feeling in his gut is proof that Takumi is still beneath his skin. It has to be. He isn't gone. He can't be. Not like this. Not yet.
Eito stared at her, processing her request. Her voice reminded him of a silver bell. Pretty and elegant. Not at all like the screeching he was used to. Out of all the monsters he had seen with their disguises, hers was the most disarming. It was Takumi's fault.
He forces an anxious smile, trying to remember HOW Takumi referred to her? Kirifuji-san? Nozomi-san? Nozomi-chan? Just Nozomi? He isn't certain. So he just leaves that part out.
"Of course." A quiet laugh. He hadn't even touched his food. It reminded him too much of swallowing poison. It was too loud. Too much. He needed to eat somewhere safe. All he had was toast anyway. He felt sick to his stomach all of the time.
"I mean... I don't mind, really. Sit away...!"
The way he's staring. . . this isn't the normal gaze Takumi normally adopts when he's looking at her. He looks 'dazed' almost, as if he was truly viewing her for the first time. Or maybe she's just imagining things? Usually it feels like Takumi is looking at her like she's an old friend ( she's not, she's not that other girl ), but this. . . Nozomi can't quite put her finger on the feeling she's getting from this.
Either way, Nozomi absentmindedly smooths her skirt as she picks up her chopsticks again. She will get to the bottom of this at some point!. . . Or at the very least, she can extend an offering hand towards Takumi in the hopes of pulling him out of this mental funk. Perhaps instead of giving him space, she should have been giving him support instead. . . but she knew that she can't just take back her selfish need for distance after all has been said and done. All they can do is move forward.
❝ Toast again? Sumino-kun, you really need to eat a more nutritious breakfast or you'll lose a lot of weight. ❞
He's sitting in the far corner of the cafeteria, just staring at people. When someone looks directly at him, he averts his gaze.
The atmosphere surrounding the academy had been tense ( to put it lightly ) ever since the last defensive battle — it seems that killing the traitor known as Eito Aotsuki had permanently damaged their leader's psyche. His increasingly bizarre behavior had led to him repeatedly committing suicide to 'drive him out', but what that truly entailed. . . well, Nozomi had no idea. Yet she supported Takumi to the best of her ability during that spell, even if it crushed her to see him go through that much pain repeatedly.
Part of her couldn't help but wonder. . . did her cold reaction to Takumi killing Eito lead to this mental break? As much as she didn't agree with his decision, this sort of outcome still broke her heart.
After enough death, Takumi claimed that he was 'better', and yet. . . Nozomi wasn't sure if she believed him. Something about his behavior was still off, even if he did try to act normal. And this 'people watching' that he was doing during breakfast was not part of his usual routine. Even when she wasn't peeking in his direction, she could still feel his eyes on her periodically.
Enough was enough. After a silent but firm glance shared with Moko and Yugamu, Nozomi picked up her plate and walked over to where Takumi sat.
❝ Good morning, Sumino-kun!. . . ❞ She tries to remain cheery, but there was still a hint of tenseness to it. ❝ Do you mind if I sit here with you? ❞ As if she wasn't already making herself at home in the seat across from him.
you, of all people deserved a happy ending despite everything that happened to you you weren’t bitter you weren’t cold
@eyeglitched said: "I don't feel well, Nozomi-san.... I've heard you're the class nurse..."
❝ Oh, Aotsuki-kun! ❞ Earnest concern is evident in her gaze as she looks Eito up and down for any obvious signs of a physical injury; when one doesn't stand out, Nozomi starts to study his face, examining the placement of any tense muscles as she continues speaking.
❝ I wouldn't say I'm a 'class nurse' or anything, but I do have ample knowledge about treating injuries and common illnesses. Can you tell me more about where you're hurting at? ❞
This was far from the first time he'd seen her. Heard her voice. He knew it wasn't real. That his heart refused to fully move on. No matter who he cared about. Who he let have his body. How much he drank. If Nozomi could see him right now, she'd probably hate him.
"I'm sorry... Kirifuji... I... I wish we could trade places. That you were here instead of me. Things would be so much better." Too bad he got rid of his wine. He'll just have to find other ways to carve out what was rotten in his chest.
A ghost from the past, yet her words remain unwarped from the passage of time, still reflecting her feelings earnestly. "You made the right choice back then. Don't forget that I was the one who wanted to." Nozomi died with only one regret that day, but that single regret was far outweighed by her desire for everyone else's peace and happiness.
"You're too hard on yourself. While I do agree with everyone's concern for you, I also think your harshest critic is yourself, Sumino-kun. You're trying your best everyday, just remember that this war was never meant to end in a day. You'll get through this, you and everyone else!"
Staring at the ceiling. Feeling awful. Miserable.
"You really should be kinder on yourself, Sumino-kun."
Even if Takumi has decided to stay in his room today, that wouldn't prevent Nozomi from leaving a small present on his doorstep : a gift basket with a mix of sweet and savory snacks along with a small photo album of all the shared moments between the SDU. She hopes that he enjoys the mementos and food!
@azureblitzed
"Merry Christmas! I am spending the day alone in my room, but I'm not sad about it! You guys all have fun!"
"I see."
"Well, Merry Christmas to you as well, Sumino-kun! I hope you enjoy your alone time today."
RULES
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 : No godmodding/infomodding allowed, mutual-only, multiverse/multiship, etc. Muse is always high but my IRL focus on writing fluctuates unfortunately. Willing to follow panfandom multimuses that focus on THL, or at least have franchise tags on their blog for blacklisting purposes.
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 : While I am multiship, I’m also selective on who I’m willing to ship with. I’m okay with shipping my muse with 2-3 versions of a character, but I’m hardly going to mention ships to people unless I’m approached about it first.
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : I’m bad at remembering to tag stuff, so I’ll only be tagging major/serious topics. Heavy violence, blood, torture, written-gore, suicide/suicidal thoughts are present across all my THL blogs.
𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 : I don’t want to see OOC-related drama and vagueblogging on my dash, or any sort of discourse. I’m also not going to roleplay explicit, sexual-NSFW scenes in public ( but I’m fine with fade-to-black as well as discussing those topics openly in the form of headcanons and OOC conversations ).
𝐌𝐔𝐍 : Kosmic/Eryn, they/them, 29. Discord handle is given privately, but my Tumblr IMs are open regardless. I don’t use genAI or anything like that nor will I interact with those who use it ( you can pry EM dashes from my cold, dead body before I give those up ). I'm very much a believer of 'don't like don't read' sort of person, so if you don't follow that mindset, then I am not the friend for you.
𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 : Base Icons, Icon Border & Coloring, PFP Border, Pinned Banner, Mobile Banner, Post Banners, Blog Page Banners
@azureblitzed | inspired by Hostage ( TX2 )
“The truth was that they were using you.” All this time fighting for mankind’s sake, only to learn the ugly truth behind the SDU’s existence. . . the mere thought of it made Nozomi feel nauseous. As much as Sirei says he’s programmed to abide by the will of humanity, she struggles to truly believe that claim — how can such a ‘will’ be created based on ignorance? As far as her own memories go, the general public were unaware of this war - no, this genocide’s existence, much less the fact that people were specially-created to spill their blood for a generational war on their behalf. Perhaps it would have been more humane to not forge fake memories for the SDU members to rely on, to have been open about their nature as weapons born to fight and die for mankind’s future. At least such cruel lies wouldn’t have been lurking under the surface, giving false hopes that would shatter the moment the survivors returned to the Artificial Satellite.
Despite her humanity, Nozomi felt more of a connection to her friends here at the academy than to anyone remaining in the sky; up there she’s an orphan with only her mother’s failed legacy on her shoulders. Down here, she is fighting for mankind’s survival — was fighting. Now, however. . .
“I swore I’d bring you and everyone else home, so please don’t quit on me now.” Home was an abstract construct now, an answer to a problem that weighed everyone down in an ocean of despair. Regardless, Nozomi had already strengthened her resolve : the only people she’ll fight for now are her comrades, they’re the only family she has left. Through thick and thin, she’ll gladly give up her one life if it means they can find happiness beyond the battlefield.
In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED, send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.
@wishfinder
Days bled together in endless darkness. It wasn't lost on him that he should have died when those invaders attacked. The fact that he had survived at all was a cruel joke if anything. He only hoped the children he had been trying to protect got to safety. He could only think that either Sirei forgot to remove his data or that there was some (rather extreme) lag between the two academies.
He expected there to be nothing left of him after the bomb went off. And yet... The exact moments are foggy at best. He could remember some extreme pain in various places. Maybe one of them managed to separate a leg from his body or something.
When he woke up, it took him a long time to be able to get his bearings. He wasn't used to dying, having had his data removed a long time ago and only briefly re-added. He was thankful his eyes were still gone. Removing them again would have been a big hassle. At first, he was content to stay in the infirmary until he starved or died of thirst.
When that ended up being too tedious, he tried to find other ways to end his life. But it was all too difficult to pull off with no energy and no way to see anything. So instead he simply waited for the final attack.
Going through the motions... He couldn't read anymore, but he still found his way to the library. He felt... a sense of loss there. He did not miss much about his sight. Aside from the ability to read. Still, the smell of old books gave him comfort.
He was in the cafeteria when IT happened. Maybe his lack of sight enhanced his other senses. Maybe he had gotten so used to relative silence that any noise was easy to pick up.
Eito heard someone walking in the hallway. There was... a fear to it. He didn't know who or what would be here. Or what that meant for the others. Did they lose? He had no idea how long he had been there since he couldn't see.
Why am I still afraid of dying? How pathetic.
He stabbed his infuser into his chest and transformed for the first time in awhile. And he hid behind an overturned table. The door opened and the footsteps grew louder. They were soft. The person must not be that big. And they almost sounded unsteady. Maybe this was another Futuran that had wandered in. Or maybe it was someone dangerous. If it was the former, he didn't want to scare them. But...
Whoever was here would be able to see clear signs that someone had been living here. They would know he was here, or at least that someone was. The scent seemed... almost familiar. But smelled too awful for him to be sure.
He waited until the walked past his hiding place. His heart was racing and it felt pathetic. At least if this was a threat, he'd finally be able to die for good. Hopefully.
He exited his hiding place quietly, in his armor but not calling forth his weapon yet.
"Don't move." His voice comes out rougher than expected. He hadn't used it in a long time. "I have no desire to hurt you, but I will if I feel like there isn't a choice."
He was ready to call his weapon. Ready to fight if he had to. Even if he secretly hoped to lose. Nevertheless, he would not allow his blood to be drained for the sake of making the ones that would hurt the others stronger. All he wanted was for them to be happy.
How many days has it been since that fateful end? It feels like it’s been both an eternity and yesterday since she’s buried the collective essence of her only friends; Takumi Sumino’s body contained the very souls of the final survivors of the Special Defense Unit, and all Nozomi would think about was how his body grew colder and stiffer in her arms as the last of his strength was transferred to her in the form of memories — the hopes and dreams of everyone she wished to protect rested with her now, and she intends to fulfill every promise in the aftermath of this war-torn planet. As much as she is the last human being in existence, her status as the SDU’s sole survivor was a medal she preferred to wear instead. After all, her own dreams mirrored her friends — her true family — rather than the will of humanity.
Right now, however. . . Nozomi’s first problem was ensuring her own survival. Despite her own lack of natural hemoanima, her Artificial Class Armor still provided a boost to her strength and stamina anytime during an exploration or battle — and she had grown heavily reliant on it as a result. Now without that crutch, navigating the broken terrain was proving to be exceedingly difficult. It didn’t help that she also had no food or water to start with as a result of the academy’s destruction. At the very least, the prospects of Second-to-Last Defense Academy was a promising start.
She just. . . had to make the three-day journey there with no supplies and on foot. It wasn’t an impossible feat per say, but the weariness that formed from grief and pain would slowly tax her body the further she progressed through the deserted ruins. Gradually, however, Nozomi would trek forward without a single complaint. Even as her breathing grew ragged, her stomach and limbs ache, and heartbreak persisted — there was no other way to move but forward. Giving up now would be an insult to her friends’ memories. She has to continue onward, no matter the personal cost!
At long last, after several cycles of the sun and moon drifting across the skies, the towering structure of Second-to-Last Defense Academy loomed above her. How ironic was it for the decoy school to be the final remains of humanity left on Futurum? Even if this school’s layout wasn’t identical to the original, Nozomi would have always remembered where each important facility was; getting to the Cafeteria was the most important goal right now, and she’s grateful that it’s on the first floor. Hopefully there would still be enough salvageable rations laying around to give her the energy needed to recover her strength for the longer journey that laid ahead of her.
Yet as she staggered towards the comically-large fridge door, something felt off about the area. At some point she stops in her tracks to catch her breath; perhaps it’s due to her honed skills as a soldier, but she couldn’t help but feel like there was another living presence near her. Was it a potential friend, or a deadly foe? Before she could contemplate any further, her thoughts are interrupted by the confirmation that she’s not alone. Yet —
‘That voice!’. . . violet hues widen in surprise as Nozomi pivots around to face a familiar individual, the whiplash in her body causing her to stumble in the process; it’s through sheer willpower alone that she didn’t collapse immediately, but whether or not the trembling in her legs was from exhaustion or relief was unclear. It really was him, wasn’t it? This man. . . surely he’s not a hallucination manifested through fatigue and wishful thinking.
“Aotsuki-kun, you’re alive!” Shock, disbelief, gratitude — her tone reflected so many emotions, tears welling in her eyes as Nozomi took a shaky step forward.
And another step. And another. Each step was full of determination no matter how wobbly her gait was. Eito Aotsuki, a traitor to humanity, stood before her; any fear and hesitation she felt was cast away as unadulterated joy flooded through her at the mere knowledge that there was still one person left in this world that could stand on the same wavelength as her. When Nozomi finally stood still, she was only an arm’s length away, and the rest of her strength was needed so she could remain tall in this moment.
“It’s me, Nozomi Kirifuji. I’m. . . I’m so happy to have found you! . . .”
You knew the girl who reacted to your wounds. You don’t know the woman who healed from them.
less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ఌ )
