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jyuanka · 7 years

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for ships! leodle, killugon, leopika! have fun :DDDDD

previously: leopika _ killugon

Here it is! I warn you this shit is over 2k words and it’s all your fault. It truly got out of hand, you can just feel I’m dying to write them lol *sobs*.

who’s the werewolf and who’s thehunter:

He blends well with people, but shecan smell his ilk. She can smell the remnants of the last moon on him. They sit at a bar, only three emptystools separating them. He lolls around his whiskey glass, she takes a sip fromhers. They ordered the same thing, only his was filled with ice cubes, and herswas heavy and concentrated.

They’ve been doing that for quite some time now(two weeks, specifically), without ever exchanging a word. He knows that she knows what he is,but he’s a werewolf in love with the city, in love with ordinary people, and she’sa woman with a dangerous job, a woman relegating the true purpose of keepingtrack of this man, of this creature.

The nature of the job requires nosympathies, but sometimes he smiles at her, and sometimes she convinces herselfthat there was simply no chance to catch him.

He smiles, and orders two morewhiskey glasses for them. Cheadle promises herself to carry onthe task the next day.

She never does.

who’s the mermaid and who’s thefisherman:

There were other sailors who heardof him, of it, of the creature who loiters along their shores and drownstheir fishermen. Cheadle cares not for the rumors,but as she prepares for a second dive, she sees it.

It’s as if a miniature sun zipped byher, like someone had strapped their gold to a shark, glittering, mesmerizing,it swam around her little boat, and stopped.

Torn between fear and curiosity, Cheadlestretched her neck to the edge, just to chance a glimpse of it, just to becapable of saying that she, too, little pearl diver, had seen the merman. She is startled, coming face to facewith an inhuman mouth stretching in a grin, filled with rows of sharp teeth,and she shot her head back in fear, only to be met with a pair of curious eyes,dark green like muddy waters, rimmed in golden lines extending, wreathing,coiling all over its (his) body.

Cheadle observed as the mermanpulled his arm out of the water, and placed a clawed hand, covered with glimmeringblue scales, on the edge of her boat. Her heart fell and her own hand skitteredover her waist in search of her trusty knife, and just when she was about to unsheatheit from her belt, the merman opened his mouth wide, wider, and let out a long,thin, and curled tongue. He lifted up his other hand, and unfurled his tongue,letting a single, iridescent pearl drop onto his outstretched palm.

He offered it to her, but Cheadle wantedsomething else. She wanted his name. She wanted his truth, but it seemed thatthe pearl was the only truth he knew how to communicate to her, for all thesounds his throat uttered made no sense to her human ears; they were achingly beautiful,but she could not comprehend them. He must be saying something, trying to know hertruth, but all they could do is stare at each other, curious and scared andexcited.

The creature reached with his big,sturdy hands, slowly, tentatively, in a way that spoke of fear, and took thehand still gripping the hilt of her knife. Cheadle made no move as he pulledher hand gently towards him, and watched as he ran the tips of his claws alongthe edge of her trembling fingers, until finally, he placed the rare pearl inher palm, and awkwardly prodded her fingers to close over his gift.

He made another sound in his throat,and unclasped his fingers over the edge, breaking what kept him connected to her boat, andthat perpetual grin on his face wilted into something she could recognize as resemblinghuman sadness, but not quite.

“I’m sorry,” she said, unsure of howto feel about his quietly retreating form. She didn’t know if he understoodher, she herself did not know why an apology poured out of her mouth.

As she tightened her grip around thepearl, something told her she’ll never see him again.

who’s the barista and who’s thecoffee addict:

Leorio’s weirdest customer justsauntered in, around her that familiar air of indignation, in her hand today’snewspapers, every single one of them. She read every goddamn newspaper in thecountry, and other countries too.

She splayed her mandatory workload (or was ita habit?) on the same table she always occupied, adjusted her rounded glassesover her nose, and buried her head in the papers.

He knew her name. Cheadle. A ghostwriter.Everyone here knew this. He also knew that the flask she hid so well under herjacket contained coffee, and that was something only he knew. She had coffee,in a flask, and it was a quaint thing of hers, a thing he discovered when theyfound themselves making out like idiots behind his workplace.

Back then he offered her acigarette, and she let him take a sip from her coffee once they both came totheir senses, and now she had a habit of ignoring him entirely until shefinished reading every single paper situated before her. He would steal glancesat her, at her messy hair and her little snorts and groans when she readsomething funny or troubling.

He still didn’t know, however, how she managed tosneak sips from her flask whenever he wasn’t looking, fully knowing thatcustomers here were not allowed to bring in their own drinks. When she finishes reading herpapers, though, she would look up and smile. It was a small gesture, barelyrecognizable, but he’d see it, because it was only meant for him.

“You’re my friend.” She had said tohim once, when they were lounging on the roof of this building, passing him a half-smokedcigarette stained with her lipstick.

She would wait for him to finish hisshift, and then they would go for a night walk in the city, talk about theirjobs, about the news, about that new TV show neither of them has time to watch,and about that future book-in-the-making, the one Cheadle keeps talking about, andthen they would bid each other goodnight right in front of that same tree.

It neverwent beyond that, not after their kiss.

On that roof, he took the cigarettefrom her fingers, closing his mouth over the pink traces of her lipstick. “You’remy friend, too.”

who’s the writer and who’s theeditor:

(A continuation of the previous one)

“Are you really sure about this?”

She nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Leorio shifted his eyes from theview of jotting skyscrapers and the endless web of lights to squint at her. “I toldyou I haven’t edited anything in ages. I used to do it for some classmates, formoney, you know, so I’m not sure I’m the one for the job.”

When Cheadle squinted just as hardat him, he felt the need to retaliate. “I mean you’re a professional writer, shouldn’tyou have someone who actually does editing as an actual job to help you here?”

“There are indeed many, but I want youto do the job, how hard is that to understand?”

They were both too stubborn to cometo an agreement.

Cheadle sighed. “I’m not asking fora favor here; this is a job offer, Leorio.”

He rolled his eyes. “And I don’t acceptit, how hard is that to understand?”

She groaned. “Fine, whatever. Forgetit. Change the subject, talk about something else.”

“Oh come on, don’t be mad at me, I don’tlike it when you say ‘let’s change the subject’.”

“I’m not mad at you, I’m justdisappointed.” She retorted, pulling out her coffee flask.

“Hey that’s even worse!”

She looked up at him while taking along sip from her flask, and when she finished, she shoved it back in herjacket and got up. “I’m leaving.”

For a moment he thought she wasbluffing, but then she really did saunter around the pipes and metal anddiscarded junk on the roof, making her way towards the exit door.

“Cheadle!” hecalled after her, but she didn’t turn around. “Look, I’ll consider.”

That made her turn around. “You will?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

He screeched. “Really, now get yourass back here.” he said to her, poking the space her butt left behind.

Cheadle offered him a smile, andmade a beeline back to where she was sitting beside him, and it took him aminute to notice she chose to sit just a bit closer to him. It made his heartflutter, but he said nothing.

“Thanks, Leorio.”

“I still didn’t agree, y’know.”

“It’s not about the editing job.”

“What is it about then?”

She shrugged. “This.” her hand wasalready reaching back for the flask. “Everything.”

It came out as a whisper, the kindof sound she makes when her mouth disobeys her brain and utters what she doesn’twant to say aloud.

Leorio grinned at her. “You’re welcome.”

who’s the witch and who’s thefamiliar:

The tallest wizard of his age wasn’thaving a fun time at all, not when this unholy, green, smart mouthed, know itall dog-familiar -who was supposed to, for all means and purposes, be his loyalcompanion and accomplice- was instructing him on how to utter the syllables ofthe spell right, dammit.

Leorio groaned. “You know, I didn’t graduatefrom the academy for this shit.”

Cheadle, tiny by his side, jauntingin fluttery little steps beside his spindly legs, accompanying him as they shopped for the ingredients of a stomach-cleansingpotion, gave him an unimpressed side-eye glance. “Graduating from the academymeans very little if you can’t even spell correctly, noobie.”

“Excuse me?” he screeched. “I’msupposed to be the boss here.”

“You do indeed flatter yourself.” Cheadlebarked in mock. “The one who knows more is the boss.”

Leorio crossed his arms. “Oh really?”

“Really.” she retorted. “Look, here’sthe shop.”

Leorio swerved around, following hersudden turn. “I still don’t understand why it is important that I do all these stupidmissions.” he confessed to her as they entered the shop. “I just wanna get to thegood stuff already, you know, where I fight off demons and learn secret healingspells.”

“Baby steps, wizard boy, baby steps.”she said.

Once in the safety of a magic shop, shebegan transforming into her human form; Leorio was yet to get used to thesight, watching in a mix of amusement and disgust as the green and white furreceded, and as the small dog eyes grew larger and greener, and when it was alldone, the only thing that remained of his dog companion were a pair of ears anda dog snout.

Cheadle turned to him and smiled. “Whatabout you stop staring, hand me my glasses, and begin picking up the ingredients, no?”

who’s the knight and who’s theprince(ss):

Cheadle stopped mid swing, took abreath, and kept her eyes focused on the tip of the sword before her.

“Is there a need of yours I can attend to, your highness?”

His highness seemed startled by herquestion, oblivious to the fact that she was aware of his presence from themoment he stood on the porch and began watching her train.

“Um… nothing,” he stumbled over hiswords. “I just wish to thank you for saving my life during the hunting trip. Youwere truly brave.” Cheadle squared her shoulders and raised her head higher. “Thatarrow was poisoned, it could have killed you.”

“It is only my duty.” she replied,loosening her grip on the hilt of her sword. “Every knight would be honored toprotect you, your highness.”

He chuckled in a way that made her thinkof alleyway boys, and not of princes. Cheadle wondered how a man of his ilkcould ever become their future king; he did not emit an aura of power, orgrace, or authority the way royals were ought to do. He was different from therest of his kin, carried himself more lightly, smiled more often than he should,and his presence lacked oppressiveness or aggression.

She found him oddity, but a princewas a prince, and no matter how high her rank was, she knew that these thoughtsof hers were unsavory, and she remained standing upright, on guard, waiting forhim to issue an order or dismiss her, but he didn’t.

After a long moment of silence, hescratched his nose and shifted his eyes back at her. “What about we have aduel?”

But princes don’t duel with knights,princes duel only with other royals. “I’m afraid that would be inappropriatefor a man of your rank, your highness.”

He shrugged. “I don’t care aboutthese things. I haven’t swung my sword in quite some time, I must say I feelrusty.”

Even more reason to decline hisoffer. It would not do to beat the future king, and Cheadle refused to fighteasy, not even with him. However, a simple knight such as she had no right toargue with a prince, so she gave the man a reluctant nod. “Do you have your sword ready, yourhighness?”

He laughed. “I think I left itaround here somewhere.”

Author note: I love my leodle either soft and sad or upbeat and snarky and there’s no in between. Also yeah I hope whoever read this enjoyed it.

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shinas-spicy-chicken-leg · 7 years

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Character Development

BASICS

Full Name: Shina Mizushima Nicknames: I don’t … think she really has one? There isn’t really a whole lot of nicknames you can get out of ‘Shina’. Sex/Gender: Female Right or Left: She’s actually left-winged Age: 28(Though she turns 29 in May) Height: 2'6"(So smol, though truthfully, this is actually due to me bumping UP her height. REAL Satsumadori hens are only 1'6") Eye Colour: Pale gold Hair Colour: Chickens don’t have hair silly. But plumage-wise, she’s mostly black and silver, with salmon coloured chest feathers Distinguishing Marks: She doesn’t … really have any, I don’t think. Paragraph Of Physical Traits: Um … chicken? She’s built like an Asian gamefowl(since that’s what Satsumadori chickens are), so, long legs, lean build, small pea comb. Beak and legs/feet are yellow. Sides of her tail fan out, similar to a peacock’s train. I know everyone makes fun of her for her size, but honestly, she’s only considered short in comparison to other species. By chicken standards gamefowl are considered tall breeds. She isn’t even the smollest of the smol.

FAMILY/RELIGION

Parents: Isamu(father) and Hatanaka(mother) Mizushima Siblings: None. Siblings are rare in her people’s society. Marital Status: Engaged(In one of her ship!verses anyways) Significant Other/s: Mainly @ishdarosieposie’s Angelo and @blizzardbones’ Hanleng. Children: None currently. She may adopt eventually in the future. Other Relatives: Her only other living relatives are her cousin Minako, and Minako’s parents, who don’t have names yet because I’m a horrible dirty procrastinator. Pets: Friends: Aside from Satoshi and Tatsuo, mainly Rose and the Soothsayer and … Fung and Gahri, I think. Oh yeah, and Sing Sing. :3 Enemies: Uuuh, I don’t think she currently has any, really. Unless you count her weird frenamy relationship with Shen? Ethnicity: Japanese Religion: She likes exchanging stories about the mythology from her country, but I don’t think she really follows any set religion. Beliefs: Kind of hard to pinpoint any of her beliefs because her moral compass flip-flops so damn much based on circumstances. For the most part though I think she’s mostly a neutral character with a slight inclination towards good. Superstitions: Shina herself isn’t superstitious, though superstition is so ingrained in her culture that she may subconsciously partake in superstitious behaviours out of habit(I.E., not sleeping with her head towards the North, not sticking chopsticks upright in her food, etc.) …. Diction/Accent: The dialects in Kyushu are more distinct than in Eastern and Western Japan. Because of her place of birth she would probably have a Satsuga(Kagoshima) dialect.

SCHOOL/WORK/HOME

Education: Academic education isn’t considered high priority to her people, so she really only grew up learning the basics of reading, writing, math, etc. Anything else she learned after she came to Gongmen. Otherwise most of her education is in fighting and military training. Degree(s): Occupation: Spy for hire and thief(sometimes also for hire). Own or Rent: Technically rent, since her home in Gongmen is actually owned by Satoshi. Living Space: Aside from having her own room, she mainly shares a kitchen and dining/living space with two other people(and sometimes three if Shen decides to drop by … usually unannounced). Work Space: Varies given her job is less than legal and requires her to travel sometimes. Main Mode of Transport: Her legs. :U

PSYCHOLOGY

Fears: Thunder(the main big one), mannequins, may have some low-key abandonment issues. Secrets: She tends to keep her career a secret from most people since it’s kinda … less than legal. I don’t know if she’s even told Rose or Angelo. As an extension to that the Soothsayer is not yet aware that she was never an ACTUAL servant in the Gongmen tower and Shina plans on keeping it that way and just kinda … low-key stresses over it(I think she kinda just expects Goat Mom to just barge in and start whopping her with her cane one day if she ever finds out hahaha). IQ: I don’t know the exact number, nor do I care since IQ tests are flawed and really not a good measure of intelligence at all … but as much as I yell at her for pissing off dangerous people with reckless abandon, she really isn’t all that stupid. Just … lacking in common sense. I tend to think of her as more wily than book smart though. She can articulate herself fairly well when need be can lie/manipulate pretty convicingly, which is essential to her job since spying is basically just one big act. She has to be able to convince other people that she is actually who she’s pretending to be. Eating Habits: She mostly eats whatever she’s in the mood for. Because of the way bird metabolisms work she eats pretty frequently. Food Preferences: She’s mostly a veggie eater, but she also has a thing for hot/spicy foods. Not … really a common palate in Japanese culture but a dare involving wasabi back in her childhood kinda fucked up her tastebuds I think. XD; Sleeping Habits: She tries to maintain a fairly regular sleep schedule. She usually sleeps with her legs tucked under her body and head under her wing(so … like a bird basically), though sometimes if she’s really tired or drunk she’ll kinda just … flop onto her bed and fall asleep in whatever position she lands in. Book Preferences: She doesn’t read much, honestly. She enjoys stories and folklore though. Music Preferences: She mostly prefers instrumental music. Usually something light and cheerful. Groups or Alone: I wouldn’t exactly call her a loner, but she generally prefers to hang out in small groups, like maybe two people total. Large groups make her uneasy. Leader or Follower: She can go either way, honestly. Planner or Spontaneous: She needs some level of planning for her job but as far as personality and personal life overall she’s gung-ho spontaneous. XD; Journal: She doesn’t keep one, no. I don’t think she considers her life exciting enough to record any of it. Hobbies: Cooking, art, SEX …. How Do They Relax: Alcohol She likes to draw mostly. What Excites Them: …. I’m sorry I can only think of ‘excites’ in the sinful way goddammit brain. Uuum, she tends to be pretty exciteable during festival season though. What Stresses Them: Shen, all these damn secrets she’s keeping from people about what her job is, and recently wedding plans. Pet Peeves: You had better chew with your goddamn mouth closed or she will straight up shank you with a chopstick. This isn’t a ‘sea/see food’ restaurant nobody wants to see your food while your mashing it up in your gross facehole. Prejudices: Honestly fuck this question because I can't think of a damn answer. I'm sure she has them but she gives so little of a fuck about sticking her nose in other people's lives that nothing is coming to mind. Attitudes: ??? I’m not sure what this one is referring to exactly but like, Shina basically IS an attitude? Covered in feathers?? She’s all about the sass life. Obsessions: Money, Angelo, food Addictions: Sex, alcohol Ambitions: *Loud shrugging* I think one of her main character flaws is that she’s really not all that ambitious. She’s pretty complacent with her life as it is now. Much to Shen’s aggravation lol

ASTROLOGY/PHISIOLIGY

Birth Date: May 10th Western Astrological Sign: Taurus Traits Associated with Western Sign: Persistent, tough, sensual, realistic, loyal, generous, friendly, loving, reliable, but also stubborn, jealous, resentful, possessive, spiteful, materialistic, inflexible, and lazy. Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rooster. *Bricked* Okay I don’t actually know since she’s not living in a specified time frame so I picked the most fitting choice. :U Traits Associated with Chinese Sign: Observant, hard-working, resourceful, courageous, outspoken, frank, open, honest and loyal. Can be overzealous, egotistical, and abrasive. Handwriting: Her handwriting is not that great ahahaha. It’s readable, but kinda sloppy. Sexual History: Extensive. *Wink wink nudge nudge* …. Okay I’ll stop. No but for real uh … she lost her virginity when she was 15. To another girl. She realized shortly afterwards that she swung both ways. She had a couple other partners after that but the nonstop casual fuck-fest didn’t start until she came to Gongmen. General Health: Physically speaking she’s pretty healthy. Mentally/emotionally is a whole different can of worms Allergies: None that she’s aware of.

OBJECTS KEPT IN

Purse/Bag: Mainly money, maybe a few random trinkets/charms she likes to carry around, some notes and a shopping list. Wallet:N/A Fridge:N/A Medicine Cabinet: She … has no idea. Usually whatever medicinal crap Satoshi has stored in there. Mostly things for everyday ailments and common sicknesses. He does technically have their names and uses labelled on them though because he honestly doesn’t trust the other two to figure it out themselves. Especially not a drunk Shina. :P Glove Compartment: CARS ARE NOT A THING YET. N/A. Junk Drawer: She mainly keeps art supplies and sketches there. Maybe some old family portraits and a few cool rocks or seashells she’s found. Backpack: If she’s backpacking then she’s probably traveling a ways and therefore would mostly be carrying survival supplies. A sleeping mat, non-perishable food items, etc. Desk: That would be where her junk drawers are. :’D On top of the desk is generally where she writes notes and letters so she most likely has her stationary supplies there. The top of her desk is surprisingly tidy in comparison to the rest of her room. :U Clothes Pockets: Her clothes don’t usually have pockets. That’s what her bag is for.

OTHER

Halloween Costumes: IDK knowing Shina it would probably be some sort of monster from her own country’s lore. Talents: Art(I guess that’s technically a learned skill but meh), cooking, tessenjutsu, acting. Politics: Uuuh, in general she tends to be pretty progressive-minded, I guess? But for the most part her outlook is ‘stay out of my business and I’ll stay out of yours’. For social politics anyways. As far as country/provincial politics she really doesn’t give a shit. Flaws: Stubborn, impulsive, alcoholic, flip-floppy, jealous/possessive, hot-headed, blunt, doesn’t know how to process her emotions in a healthy way. Strengths: Loyal, reliable, affectionate, will feed you(Yes I consider that a strength shush), everybody’s mom. Drugs/Alcohol: I don’t think she has much interest in a lot of drugs. Except for alcohol. It’s already kinda been established that she’s an alcoholic. She’s not really picky about what she drinks but plum sake is her favourite. Passwords: Nnnnooonnneeee?? What would she need one for computers don’t exist yet?? Prized Possessions: Her war fans, the kimono she wears for special occasions, old family portraits, pretty much anything she brought over from her homeland. Time and Place: Song Dynasty China, according to my own headcanon. Though since she’s Japanese in origin … Heian/Kamakura period. I don’t know the specific time she currently exists in and both eras came about during the Song Dynasty time frame so I just kinda … mashed the two periods together cause fuck it. Special Memories: The wasabi dare has been mentioned before but it will always have a special place in Shina’s tiny chicken heart(and in Chicken Mun’s as well). Exploring the beaches with Minako and Obaasan, looking for shells and other cool ocean stuff. Most of her happier memories center around those two.

#*sobs* it's finally done #oh my fuck this took forever #it's also long as shit sorry

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