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#Naoto Shirogane #Queuebert

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Deep rumbles reverberate within Amaterasu's throat, almost sounding like a pigeon's soft cooing except that kicked more lower octaves, and her nose nudges Naoto's shoulder, emitting a long huff. She wants pets, but is refusing to say it out loud.

Just living in the moment / Unprompted

It’s a quiet, peaceful moment, watching the sunset. She doesn’t need to worry about returning to the apartment too late. Tomorrow is the weekend, and with Amaterasu by her side, anything would think twice.

As if she can read thoughts, there’s a poke on her shoulder, followed by a huff. On Naoto’s face, there’s a tiny grin as she positions herself in a position where she can look at the sunset and give Ammy the pets she’s silently asked for.

In this moment, she wishes for time to stop, enough so she can enjoy this moment for a little while longer.

#Ask Status: Answered #amatcrasu #v: Seeker of Truth #(I am thinking about them once again)

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Werewolf | v: Wild Side

An AU where everything is the same, except Naoto is a werewolf. Can be used in conjunction with other verse tags.

The curse is hereditary, however, there are cases where it’s been transferred via biting. In the case of the Shiroganes, they fall under the former. Records on how it came to be are murky, but it’s something they can’t be rid of, much to Naoto’s disappointment. A fact like that is a tightly guarded secret because, after all, anyone would be afraid of a monster. Fear, immense hatred, all of it leads to her refusing to acknowledge that side of herself. Unfortunately, there’s a certain case...

For lack of a better word, she has three forms: human, classic werewolf and wolf.

As a human, besides the longer and sharper canines and the (barely) pointy ears, those are all the physical tells. Her sense of smell, hearing and sight (including night vision) is much better than a typical person’s, and she is stronger than she looks.

In the classic werewolf mode, she looks like this. She’s capable of speaking clearly in this form.

As a normal wolf... she... looks like the typical wolf. She can’t really talk in this form well, but she’s not feral as those movies would have you believe. Those are for special moments.

Notably, things like the Dark Hour, TV World, Palaces and Mementos, and a full moon force her into the classic werewolf mode as her default appearance. She can suppress it to keep herself looking human, but it takes up a lot of energy. She can transform during the day if she desired, but she sees no reason to.

When it comes to the Shadow encounter, she can either be exposed as one during the speech, or she manages to maintain her human form throughout the whole ordeal at the cost of passing the hell out the minute you get her out of the TV.

#Verses: Evidence Board

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My favorite Naotoverse moments:

Kazuki T posed the new Naoto on the block (Chihiro)

Chihiro's Detective Cult

The Birthday Pill Throwing

British accent warfare

The MSA inspired AU

The brief Yakuza moments between Kazzy and Chihiro

The time Chihiro turned into a catgirl

Everything related to Chihiro because she's the butt monkey of the Naotoverse

#OOC: Outta Coffee #I don't know what happens in this verse at any time

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Chihiro truly is the Naoto that protects them all.

(Other Naotos are free to reblog this to provide yourself plenty of protection from the cult.)

#epitomees #v: Into the Naotoverse #Saved #she died for our sins #the detective christ

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@epitomees / Naoto has such a thoughtful gift:

“As a thoughtful reminder of the wonderful gift you bestowed upon me for last year’s celebrations, I have this to give to you.” It’s Kaz’s very own pill bottle.

Her name was even engraved on the side. “Merry Birth, dear sister.”

NAOTO'S BIRTHDAY (JAPAN TIME) / Open

A bottle to hold her nonexistent and never prescribed antidepressants. Her name was even engraved on the side, a sign that this was hers and hers alone, along with it being a sign of being overly excessive. There was a small grin, as her smiles usually were, as she took the bottle, inspected it, and then threw it right at Chihiro’s face. An action that was very callous and crass to the outsider, but it carried a sisterly bond. Definitely.

“Speaking of bottles.” Kazuki grabbed a full bottle of pills from her pocket, then threw them at Chihiro, like it was Setsubun, and the antidepressants were the beans to Chihiro’s oni.

Sisterhood, truly.

#Ask Status: Answered #epitomees #epitomees ; naoto #v: Into the Naotoverse #Event: Naoto's Birthday #(this is stupid as hell) #(here you go)

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THREAT DETECTED SHE IS RUNNING FOR HER LIFE

"ooooh... there you are, naoto-chan!"

you have alerted the madoka. run.

#investigationshoujo #v: Seeker of Truth #(boss music starts playing)

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There is a chill running down her spine... It couldn’t be...

it is time.

#investigationshoujo #v: Seeker of Truth #(she cannot escape)

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It's her birthday over in Japan so I'm open to gifts, messages, wishes, etc. for da birthday girl :)

Open until the end of the month, no threads unless you really want one.

#OOC: Outta Coffee

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Anonymous has a thoughtful message:

happy birthday you tiny bitch

NAOTO'S BIRTHDAY (JAPAN TIME) / Open

A wonderful first message to mark the beginning of her birthday celebrations.

“Thank you.” While she said that, it was clear from her tone and the look of annoyance that it was anything but.

#Ask Status: Answered #anonymous #v: Seeker of Truth #Event: Naoto's Birthday

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Credits: one, two, three + @hisources.

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hbd <3<3

#Naoto Shirogane #Queuebert

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Meanwhile, Naoto sneezes, as if she senses a disturbance in the force.

. . . For some reason she's keeping the day April 27th in mind.

#amatcrasu #v: Seeker of Truth #(smother her with love)

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"Hey, Naoto-san. If you don't mind me asking, when is your birthday?" ( from Issun, this time he's pretty polite, wow )

PRELUDE TO HER BIRTHDAY / Unprompted

He’s asking something reasonable. She never thought she’d live to see the day. You’re not planning something nefarious, are you? she does not ask.

“April 27.”

#Ask Status: Answered #amatcrasu #v: Seeker of Truth #(don't mess up issun)

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Her birthday is definitely not coming soon. Absolutely not. She has no birthday, in fact.

#IC: Naoto Reports

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walk slow and low on the tightrope

(Bonus Blood Version of the original)

#Aesthetic: Attached Files #v: Take Over #Queuebert

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Another spring had arrived around the corner, bringing with it cherry blossoms. A short period of time where they blossomed, then faded away, only to come back the next spring. It was constant, but so many things could change within the span of a year.

Naoto thought about the previous year, a quiet affair with Grampa and Yakushiji. Knowing it was luck that they had the time to spend when they’d been chasing after mysteries on opposite ends of the country. Amidst the chatter, awareness of an absence that couldn’t be filled.

The tranquility associated with watching the flowers was ruined when she gazed at the team, shrieking and whooping, doing all sorts of things Naoto would have rolled her eyes at and considered an extreme waste of energy.

Nearly everyone else except for her were in the river, the water only reaching up to knees, or not even that in Tatsumi’s case. Playing around, splashing each other, as if they were children. She was one too, she reminded herself, but unlike them, she didn’t partake in such activities, even if the only ones who would know were the team and Amaterasu’s family. This place was secluded from the rest of the town.

Quietly, she offered Amaterasu sakuramochi, two resting on her palm. Some sweets were bought from the shops in the shopping district or Junes, some were homemade—none, thankfully, were made by the worst chefs in the team.

Once the mochi was gone, she gave Amaterasu a few scratches under her chin, then leaned against her, sinking a bit into the sea of fluff. “Sometimes I feel too old compared to them.” Or she had too many layers of professionalism that took ages to shed. Naoto was content to watch them, or so she believed. They were obnoxious and irritating, but they were the only people who extended their hands and caught her before she fell.

After she ate one skewer of tri-colored dango, Naoto stood, taller than Amaterasu by virtue of her resting on the ground. She gave her a gentle scratch on the head, then temporarily relinquished ownership of her father’s hat by placing it on Amaterasu’s head. “Take care of this for me. I’ll be back shortly, though.” She checked her watch. “There’s only an hour to go before lunch.”

There was a grin on her face then, still small, but larger than the ones she showed the others. Perhaps if Amaterasu looked closely, hints of an unspoken I love you could be found, because Naoto was much too shy to say those words out loud.

The surface of the river glittered against the Holy Sun's beams, making several ruby red rays dance like the living blotches of ink from a watercolor art piece. The Sun, The Holy All-Mother, settled herself against the said riverside shore in a wolvine light. The crimson haze nestling Her slowly melting into a fiery orange, from a cream yellow. Before it all fades into the soft blue canvas of the sky, outlining the silhouettes of the children who laugh and play amongst the water. But, one in particular, appeared to be not keen on joining in such childish activities. She is regarded as the "1000 IQ Killjoy Detective" — Naoto.

The branches of the trees rustle and ruffle gently against the spring breeze, coaxing the cherry blossoms that take residence there to detach themselves. They flutter where the wind leads them, perhaps guiding them to a more meaningful future. But they do not last long. Once these few weeks of blooming past, they fall into the ground and vanish from the grips of fleetful moments. You can only see them in their prime once a year, Amaterasu mused back then to her many children, so memorize not only their beauty but also to what they bring with you as well.

However, not unlike the sakura blossoms, the Investigation Team — these children that played amongst the river — will one day be gone too, in contrast to Amaterasu's ever-shining heart that sustained her constantly. The sadness welled up inside her throat, yet not all is bitter.

Naoto rested by her side, cutting the shirookami's attention from Her secluded thoughts to the sweet scent of sakuramochis. Wordlessly, Amako's gentle eyes remained amused to the maiden, and was all the more happy to consume the treat from her offered palm, just simply enjoying the taste. Soon, it became vanquished into the endless pits of her astral pouch. She could never forget the flavor, but crystallizing this feeling to the fullest is at the utmost importance. Especially when it involves her pack. The petting under her chin is appreciated too, a sweet spot of hers that had her eyes fluttering closed and head tilting upward a little. When Naoto spoke and leaned against her, all She could give is a huff in the form of a chuckle. And yet, she does not say aloud, you still stick with them?

Whatever Naoto says in her protests, all of her comrades know. Even her bouncing companion — Issun. Although, that little friend should know better than to poke into such personal matters. Together, while watching the others cheer, Amaterasu's mind wandered off into a bittersweet nostalgia, with Naoto's smaller frame pressed against her stomach only enhancing these feelings. The two lonesome souls indulged in the scenery of fragrant flowers and the times of renewal. The ache and familiarity in this living and breathing memory stings, no matter the changes. ( cherish the memories, always a part of me )

When the young lady spoke again, she leaned her noggin so she could be petted again, too. But, also, Naoto took off her hat and placed it on the top of her head, which perfectly hugged her. This, while subtle, is a powerful symbol of an unseperable bond. So, the white wolf felt all the more reason to protect this treasured belonging, taking this request by a silent vow. Even if temporarily.

[ . . . Of course, Naoto-san. ]

At last, Amaterasu Omikami would finally affirm with a soft purr, the silent happiness shining bright through the faint smile on her muzzle; eyes rounded with pure affection. While a few words were received from Her, she held her daughter's words very closely, without needing to say anything. Because she knows, and she listens, always. The gestures, the tone of voice, and the little exchanges . . . They mean everything. Seeing Naoto's smile, even if small, is everything. It nearly made a lump in her throat spill out when she shared a fond gaze with her. However, all sorrows are all cleansed because why stress on what is in the future now? All that matters is that they are happy . . .

Colorful as the sky, the sea, and the flora.

( I love you, too. )

RESET THE SADNESS.

#amatcrasu #Saved #I am not well #crying weeping sobbing #insert other adjectives here