── I HAVE THE DELUSION THAT YOU ARE WITH ME AS I WALK THROUGH THE FIELDS OF FLOWERS, UNDER THE MOON.
A PRIVATE AND SELECTIVE WRITING BLOG FEATURING YOSANO AKIKO. PORTRAYAL IS PRIMARILY DRAWN FROM VARIOUS SOURCE MATERIALS. LARGELY HEADCANON - BASED WITH PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS. HEAVY AND EXPLICIT CONTENT PRESENT. AFFILIATED WITH @NULLFIER.
▍18+ only. mutually exclusive. softblock when breaking mutuals.
* i utilize memes as a way to write starters and initiate interactions. please do not send memes if you have no intention of continuing at least some of the ones i answer.
▍basic dni criterion apply, but specifically do not interact if you are a multi and primarily use east asian fcs ( especially if they are korean ) because that screams fetishization to me ( there are exceptions and it's pretty obvious when it's normal vs gross behavior. i'm east asian and the way some of y'all treat east / southeast asians is atrocious. ); write historical or real muses; use youtubers/influencers as fcs; and / or solely focus on sexual nsfw / fetishizing mlm. IMPORTANT: i do not adhere to deadlines for interactions as they make me feel pressured and rushed.
* by default, expect most potentially triggering content to be referenced in some way or form on this blog. yosano’s story revolves heavily around suicide, loss of autonomy, grief, murder, war, and all topics adjacent to such. implied sexual content will be present. because suicide is such a prevalent topic within bsd, i highly advise if you need that or that aforementioned tagged, this probably is not the blog for you.
▍while this blog is multiship, i’d love to explore other dynamics, including but not limited to : antagonistic, platonic, familial.
* to be frank, i’m extremely wary of the fandom. so, i’ll likely be selective with following back from the bsd rpc. some of y’all act like popular hcs = truth and it’s ridiculous. i also don’t own yosano, but i do take credit for anything i’ve added to her story and development. anon is tentatively on as i’ve enjoyed getting interactions in the past, but the second anything icky goes through, it’ll be turned off. just be normal.
▍macy, she / her, 24, discord avail for mutuals. i have the worst habit of blog hopping or disappearing due to irl, so you can always find me on my multi otherwise.
yosano is so good because by appearances alone she really is that person that people would approach in public just because they might find her to be so intriguing and beautiful and stunning until she either opens her mouth or does something mildly threatening. like she is very stunning and she is very much a fuckin weirdo like there is so ........ so much wrong with her
it just hit me that there are people who think yosano is not an actual doctor and although it's never confirmed in canon if she obtained her doctorate ( despite introducing herself as a doctor ), in my portrayal she has. she did the whole thing. med school, internships, residency, everything. she works at a clinic when she's not occupied at the agency. she's trained for this since she was eleven years old. contrary to her reputation within the agency and by agency enemies, frequent patients of the clinic like her — she's still a little "odd" but her show of scientific curiosity and sadism is dialed down significantly and she genuinely cares for her patients.
“ you're not going to volunteer again, are you ? ” broken through the silence in a monotonous drawl, yet fused with some form of amused curiosity. learning her language was a game, a landmine to be maneuvered with care, her tongue a skilled dancer in the spoken maze. she didn't need to say anything at all, but the heat of his stare was enough to be felt through the thick of her coat, not even the slow, rhythmic waves of the ocean lapping over rocky shores could lull it out. the wood of the pier was nearly rotting, sticky and damp to the touch, a few years past its repair date. news of the quarter quell hadn't gone cold just yet, still freshly replaying in her mind. she thought she'd done well in blocking out every wet, bloodied memory of her desperation to live, and in the endless pits of her guilt, she would be dragged back in. her life in the wringer, he'd promised her that. she would never escape. magentas finally tore from the grey - blues, landing on carmines. not that it meant anything to her what his decision were to be. “ tell me so i can start including myself in those bets they make on you. i'm not above cheating to win, just once. ”