#in which shiki gets two siblings in another universe

[yuesya]

“Where is she?”

The injured man stirs faintly and coughs, but does not respond.

Sunday bares his teeth in a vicious snarl, seizing the bastard’s collar in his hands –oh, how he wishes to wring this animal’s neck instead, and he would in a heartbeat if he didn’t still need him to talk. To speak, and reveal his youngest little sister’s location to him.

Halovians are widely adored throughout the universe. Their kind are blessed with beautiful appearances and lovely voices, and many are those who find themselves charmed by such attributes. This knowledge is nothing new.

Slave trafficking is, unfortunately, also nothing new.

… This isn’t Penacony, where the Oak Family’s power stands unshakable. Where protection is extended even to the undesirables of their lineage. But away from the watchful eyes of the other families, this was–!

Sunday shouldn’t have let his guard down.

…

He knows that people talk. He knows about the rumors circulating about his youngest little sister –how she’s nothing like him, or like Robin; how she doesn’t even act Halovian at all. The halos of Halovians allow them to communicate emotions with each other through telepathic means, but no one has ever discerned any emotions emanating from the youngest child at all.

Broken, defective, a shame to her lineage and to her siblings–

Sunday should have ripped out their tongues for daring to say such things, and damn the consequences for such an act. Maybe then, no one would’ve dared to even consider the sacrilegious act of selling one of the family’s children–

“Talk,” Sunday demands, with all the authority that’s been drilled into him from his training. “My patience runs thin. Where is my little sister?”

The slaver has the audacity to laugh. “Ha! You think you can threaten me, little boy? Aside from you, no one will miss a Halovian like that, so you might as well let us make some value out of–”

Sunday punches the man in the face.

It’s uncontrolled, messy rage that guides his actions. Something stings on the back of his knuckles, and Sunday is vaguely aware of blood trickling down his fingertips, but there is something that’s almost euphorically satisfying about the startled cry of pain and flicker of fear that flashes across the slaver’s face.

Sunday raises a fist again.

…

Please let her be alright. Please don’t let it be too late–

By the time that Sunday is finally able to force the slaver’s compliance and rushes to the warehouse on the docks where his youngest little sister was taken, it has already taken far too long for his liking. The smaller strides of a young child are no match for those of grown adults, but it does not stop Sunday from running all the same, praying to Xipe that it’s not too late–

Blood.

Of the multiple warehouses, only one of them has blood seeping out beneath its cracks. Enough to form a veritable lake, and–

Sunday’s mind goes blank, and he immediately throws the door open.

A large hand suddenly reaches out, seizing Sunday by the arms with a death grip. It belongs to a rugged-looking man, who stares at Sunday with wide, bloodshot eyes.

“R… run…”

The man falls, heavy like a mountain. There is a knife embedded in his back –all the way up to the hilt.

Sunday ignores the blood staining his sleeves, and looks into the room.

It… looks less like a warehouse for storage, and more like a slaughterhouse. Blood splatters the walls, covers the ground, and everything is red. Dismembered body parts are littered all over in a mess, like some macabre work of art.

And at the very epicenter of it all, stands his little sister.

… There is another bloody knife in her hands.

Her hair… her blue-white hair is no longer pristine, and neither is the matching dress with Robin that she’d been dressed in this morning. Her clothes are tattered, and she’s drenched in blood just like the rest of her surroundings. There’s no question of what happened here, of what she’d done to keep herself safe.

Yet there’s nothing about her that seems disturbed, or tormented. His little sister looks at him calmly, and… even now, Sunday cannot sense any change in his little sister’s emotions.

But even so, all Sunday can feel is relief.

He instantly crosses the room, uncaring of the blood that he steps through to reach her, and engulfs the girl in a tight hug. The feathery wings behind her ears flutter lightly; the only outward indication of any surprise.

“Thank goodness you’re safe,” Sunday tells her, glad. “I’m sorry that I’m here so late.”

His youngest little sister does not say anything. But after a beat, she slowly raises a hand, mimicking his motions in a clumsy hug of her own, and Sunday feels a corner of his heart melt.

“… You’re not late,” she finally says.

Sunday tightens his hold on his unknowing little sister.

#writing #halovian au #more honkai star rail #basically i finished the recent story quest in penacony! #and wow does sunday uh #have a few screws loose #(sage nod) #i guess this is our hsr equivalent of the inazuma au lol #in which shiki gets two siblings in another universe #except she's the youngest this time instead of the oldest

[nanbaka-naomi]

Nanbaka OC Week Day 1: OC Introduction Day!

All credit goes to my close friend @itsdraconia for drawing Naomi’s sprites for me! 💕

I believe some of my followers know about my OC or have read about her already but I realized that I haven’t created a proper post describing her bio so here it is! Enjoy!~

Gender: Female

Name: Naomi Hyakushiki 直美百式

Name meaning: The name Naomi means “above all” or “beauty”, while Hyakushiki means (Hyaku) “Hundred” and (Shiki) “Command”.

However, her name is also a play on the word “Oni”, which is a supernatural demon that appears in Japanese folklore. Most notably, in the story of Momotarō.

Family/Siblings:

Momoko Hyakushiki (older sister);

The Man with the Scar (adoptive father).

Age: 17

Ethnicity: Japanese

Blood type: A

Hair: Azure with a mix of light blue. She has natural wavy hair. She also has two flyaways sticking out from each side of her hair that often annoy her due to the fact that she can never get rid of them no matter which product she uses.

Eyes: Imperial red, with light flecks around the bottom of the iris.

Bust size: 32D (32E in Japan)

Height: 5'4" (163 cm)

Weight: 105 lb. (47 kg)

Date of Birth: April 1

Sign: Aries

Sexuality: Pansexual

Education/Job: She finished high school at the age of 10 and then entered university in Germany. She decided to come back to Japan after “finishing school” and is currently working as Kazari and Okina Otogi’s assistant in Nanba Prison.

Favorite colour(s): Sky blue, Cream, Pearl White and Silver.

Favorite food: Prinsesstårta and Cream puffs.

Hobbies: Playing video games, writing, reading, researching…and all the other hobbies that will help her gain more and more knowledge in different fields. However, she also likes to cook in her free time (but admits that she isn’t that good at it).

Personality: She is a very kind, selfless, determined and compassionate young woman who strives to help anyone in need. Naomi is considered to be a child prodigy as she is incredibly intelligent (enough to even finish high school at the age of 10). She is often seen as an angel in other people’s eyes due to her benevolence and altruism. 

However, her cheerful nature hides incredible insecurity and desperation to be considered a good person. She chose a career that helps others for the sole purpose of gaining other people’s esteem to an unhealthy degree. This likely stems from her having been denied the esteem of her parents as a child, as they were strict people who only valued physical strength above all that only her older sister had. In her innermost self however, she is a melancholy, empty shell of a girl. Her kindness is genuine, but tainted by her serious issues. 

Love Interest: Jyugo 

However, I have considered the possibility that Zakuro has a crush on her, but she's oblivious to his advances.

Curious facts:

※ She is ambidextrous.

※ She is currently fluent in 18 languages.

※ She has a strange habit of cleaning and keeping things in order when she’s feeling anxious.

※ She often stays up late because of her job which messes up her sleep schedule.

※ Playing video games is a big hobby of hers. Most notably, “simulator games" that she and Kazari have created themselves.

※ She has a pale complexion.

※ She is a polymath.

※ She has impressed both Okina and Kazari with her brilliant deduction skills.

※ While she is good at figuring a situation out, she is surprisingly oblivious to the fact that many of the inmates have a crush on her.

※ She is aware of Momoko’s crush on Hajime.

※ She once made Rock a variety of Japanese foods while he was getting better in the infirmary and he immediately took a liking to her cooking.

※ Naomi has a fear of bugs and insects. She finds them utterly disgusting and can’t stand to be in the presence of one.

※ She has a masochistic side.

※ She is a vegetarian.

※ She has a one-sided crush on Kagu-8. However, she considers her more of a friend since she often helps her out in the laboratory. 

That’s all for now! I will fully write her backstory later on but that’s something for another day! Thank you for reading and I look forward to seeing everyone else’s OCs as well~ (´∀｀)♡

#nanbaka #nanba prison #nanbaka the numbers #the numbers #naomi hyakushiki #hyakushiki naomi #nanbaka oc #oc #my oc #nanbakaocweek #nanbaka ocs #art #artwork

[xxlelaxx]

Would you mind telling me about Jean then? You said he would accept the nazi if he could use them, is this a recurring habit? I mean using people? What are your other ocs called? (Sorry for all the questions I'm just really curious)

No need to feel sorry about asking questions! This actually made my day!Ok so Jean ALWAYS uses other people to achieve whatever he wants. Depending on the universe I put him in though he changes in the way he manipulates people though. He ensures that the people see him as their savior most of the time except in the ComD-universe(which is the only one you´ll really find on this blog). In the universe I´m currently exploring he saves them from starvation/poverty/etc. or helps them achieve their goals. Once he doesn’t need them anymore or they start asking questions or not doing whatever he wants he fakes some kind of accident and kills them. So yeah, he wouldn’t punch the nazi, probably even make sure he’s respected and well heard in his society and get rid of him if the Nazi does something that won’t help him with his goals.Well my other OCs have lots of different Names and I have hundreds of them. I tend to give them new names once I put them in a new setting and usually they change a little bit in every universe. In my current setting Anabela is the main character. She has far too many siblings (Rui, Margarida, Matteo, Alexandre/Alessandro (still not sure if I´m going the portuguese or the spanish route here), Katharina, Rita, Leonardo and two unnamed baby sisters that died right after they were born). She has three partners cause she’s totally poly and pan. (Takeo, Batima, Luciano) and they also have lots of friends (Safura, Nathan, Yalina, Victoriya, Ming-Huá, Elise, Leander). Ana also has friends (Uma(y)r (Still not sure if I’ll keep the y or not), Luana, Haku, Mikul, Sohyung). Her friends have little siblings and other friends, too. (Emma, Charlotte, Sota) Jean had a girlfriend named Kyra. And Jean, Kyra and Anabela have lots of dead “Senpais” (I really tried to find another word but I can´t remember a synonym(???)) (Shyla, Shiki, Ashely, Saram, Tami, Ziad, Shane, Kala, Arian, Shion, Amaya/Amalia).I hope you´ll understand everything and if you didn´t and still are curious just ask. 

#asks #I hope that this wasn´t too much information #Anonymous