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hungerpunch · 2 years

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on this day in 2020, i was making preparations to finally risk the onslaught of COVID to visit my dad, who had only recently told us of his cancer diagnosis despite going through treatments in secret for almost eight months. so yeah i was packing my shit up and getting so excited to see him. and then the next morning my mom called and told me he was dead.

here are things that i have learned about grief, death, the loss of a close parent who you love

everyone knows the stages of grief. the truth is that they don’t necessarily happen linearly or terminally. you do not experience a stage just once, then move on never to return to it. the stages can happen in any order, at any intensity, and you can return at any time–often without notice. you can always return to a stage, no matter how long it’s been, no matter how healed you feel. yes, even denial. think of the stages of grief less like a tidy and predictable progression and more like the worst game of roulette.

shock. you’re in shock. you’re not even in denial yet, you’re in fucking shock. shock can last for weeks. shock is a physical condition. you are not breathing enough. your body is not sending the right signals for its needs. your muscles are catching all your trauma and holding it tight, tight, so tight in your body. expect your physical self to fall apart. i don’t mean like fainting or throwing up right away, which is common, but in the weeks that follow. you won’t eat right. you probably won’t hydrate right. you are not breathing enough. you are not breathing enough. you literally are not breathing enough.

speaking of breathing, it’s easy to do it wrong! when you are taking in deep breaths, you need to pause and hold it for 2-3 beats before you exhale. if you rapidly breathe in and out deeply, you’re just going to hyperventilate, and if you hyperventilate long enough, you just faint. pause after the inhale.

your body will hurt, once the shock starts to wear off. it will hold and hold and not fucking release. if you are able to, seek professional help with this. it’s important to seek therapy for your mind if you can, but people don’t think about the body. i’m talking physical therapy. i’m talking massage therapy. i’m talking guided yoga and meditation. tai chi. reiki. dance therapy. anything. find a somatic expert and entrust them with your pain and let them help your body.

but on that topic, if you are able, please also seek talk therapy. you need to cry to a stranger. you need to weep and cough and collapse and talk to someone you have no other social history with. you need to be able to say the worst shit. you need to be able to say shit about your loved ones. you need to be able to talk about the agonizing process of navigating the world with friends who can’t fucking relate to what you’re going through.

no one warns you about all the administrative shit you have to do when a parent dies. there are dwellings to clean out and there are accounts to close and funeral arrangements to plan, yes, but also: there is so much business with the state. reports must be filed. certificates must be gotten. proof of death needs to be provided to this agency and that bureau and it just feels endless, and it all costs money.

so much about death is about money. money money money. i never knew i needed a savings account explicitly for the death of a parent but my god i wish i’d been socking away money in one.

every copy of a death certificate costs $20 + postage, and you’ll need many copies because none of these assholes will take a scan or fax.

obituaries ain’t a given and they aren’t free and they aren’t even cheap. 3 lines of column-width text cost $150 in the local paper of my hometown. just enough to say my dad’s name, birthdate, and the address of his memorial service. i didn’t realize this and the first draft i wrote and submitted was going to cost $1200. the paper editor called me to ask me if i knew what i was doing. of course i didn’t know what i was doing. they don’t teach newspaper print obits in school.

everything happens very fast, once the death has occurred. it’s brutal and morbid but my advice would be to research funeral homes or funeral services well in advance of your loved one’s passing, because once they pass, you only have a matter of business days to get it all pulled together. figure out a place you like and what their packages cost. many of the places i called around to cost $5,000+ for their starting package. funeral directors and sales reps told me those price points over the phone as i was crying without even a remorseful note in their voice. i was able to find a small company willing to work with my family for the price of $1,350. that was the cheapest i could find. i called so many places.

don’t even talk to me about the cost of trying to get anything (a plot, niche, a plaque) in a cemetery. it makes me ill and it will make you ill, too.

(sub-point: if your parents are still together, or apart but still have love for each other, a cute and fun part of this is looking at your surviving parent and asking them whether they want to be buried/remembered next to the recently deceased one. that’s right. hey, person freshly grieving their longtime partner, contemplate your own mortality and also figure out if you want an adjoining plot. because if you do, we gotta buy that right now. there are no courtesy holdings, sorry.)

that’s because death and dying is a business. it’s an industry. and baby, they will rob you for every penny they think that they can get from you in your time of grief. plan in advance.

you’re not gonna remember shit. it’s all gonna blur together, or feel so surreal that you will want someone to tell it back to you, later, just to understand what happened. this is why i recommend journaling, if you can, or recording voice notes, or asking a friend or family member to just bear witness with you through that first week or two. so they can tell you later on what happened.

there is more power in creating your own personal rituals to say goodbye to your loved one than there is in the socially expected ceremony via the state. you don’t have to rush these or do them on anyone’s timeline. i didn’t say goodbye to my dad until almost a year after he passed, in a private ritual i constructed in my own home.

your friends aren’t gonna know what to say. and you’ll understand, because you won’t either. this is my advice to friends out there who don’t know what to say: share memories. share memories, please. i appreciated all the “i’m so sorry, lo”s i got, i did, but it was a hundred times more healing when people (even strangers!) shared a memory about my dad with me. even something tiny, so tiny, such as seeing him drop me off at school. this tells your friend: they’re in my heart, too. you don’t have to be responsible for keeping them alive via memory all on your own. i will remember them with you. i will help you keep them alive.

save shit. save shit from your loved ones. i don’t mean trinkets, necessarily, but essences of them: voice mails, texts, written letters, photographs. you’ll want it. trust me. you may not ever be able to handle listening to a voice mail, but you’ll be happy that you have it. when i found a letter that my dad wrote me for my high school graduation, i felt a profound and visceral sense that he was with me. a greater connection, a sense of presence, than any other little memento or picture i had. it was such a relief. if you do not have these things, ask for these things. ask your loved one: can you write me a card? can you write me a letter? can you sign it love, mom? can we take a picture together? can i take a picture of you smiling? even if it’s awkward to ask, it will be worth it.

write long and meandering posts that you may or may not share on tumblr lol. start writing it and forget your original point. share it anyway.

because if you don’t share your pain, you can’t have real community. an awful but true fact that i have learned. if you do not share, if you do not invite people into your process, nobody can connect to you. and you need people to connect to you. even if you wish you could just be a island. you can’t be. life doesn’t work that way.

#grief diaries #death #parent death #cancer #text post #my lyfe

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echobows · 2 years

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A Double-Edged Sword

hey so I wrote a thing after a kajillion years ---

He just couldn’t believe he was here.

But he was. She was. They were.

Only hours ago, the hut was a whirlwind of energy and excitement; people were coming in and going out, various items were tossed and shuffled about, voices ranged from hushed tones to flat out screaming and everywhere in between, and yet Inuyasha couldn’t remember a single thing after the verbal statement that caused the frenzied event. All he remembered was the wide-eyed and panicked stare his wife gave him when she quietly uttered the words:

“Inuyasha… My water broke.”

After that, all hell had broken loose.

And now he was here, long after everyone had left and Kagome had fallen asleep from her intense 9 hours of labor, holding the fruit of her effort delicately in his arms.

She was so…tiny.

Inuyasha had barely moved a millimeter from where he first sat after Kagome had fed their little bundle of joy; he was transfixed by the sight, smell, and aura of their newborn daughter. She was a perfect mixture of himself and Kagome; her raven hair, much like her mother’s, the shape of her eyes, just like his. Her aura thrummed with both youki and reiki--she was strong, especially for a quarter demon. Hell, she might be the only quarter demon to ever exist!

And here she was, sleeping soundly, as if she hadn’t been born just a short while ago, as if she wasn’t a literal miracle child, as if she hadn’t turned her father’s—he’s a father!—world neatly on its head. Sure, he knew that because he had gotten Kagome pregnant, and was with her every step of the way during her pregnancy, that there was a child growing within her.

But it’s a lot different when you’re actually holding the kid.

And of course, his doubts had started creeping in the moment it sunk in. What if he couldn’t be the father that this child needed? He didn’t know how to be a dad, he never had one. He’d never been around anyone he’d consider a father figure, either. They hadn’t even picked out a name for her, what if he couldn’t even do that?

A small sniffle snapped him out of his musings, and he looked down at his daughter, who was sleepily looking back at him. He stared into her swirling brown eyes that were so much like his mother’s and held back a small gasp as she wrapped her little hand tightly around his finger. A lump forming in his throat, Inuyasha spoke his first words to her, gently, quietly, “H… Hey, kid… You got a strong grip, don’tcha?”

The little girl yawned, a tiny noise escaping her, and Inuyasha felt the telltale stinging the back of his eyes. How was it that he felt so weak, and yet so strong in this tiny creature’s presence? It was like wielding the most powerful sword in battle, like he could win any battle, any war; and yet, it made him feel vulnerable, kept him humble, and reminded him that he had to be wise and careful to avoid losing what he loved.

And then she smiled, her little gums showing between her lips.

That was when he knew.

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. She radiated contentedness, snuggling further into his arms, and didn’t even flinch as she felt a drop of moisture hit her pink little cheek before dozing off again.

And from a little ways away, Kagome shed a few tears of her own when she caught sight of her husband’s red-rimmed eyes, but smiled wide as she heard his next few words.

Tears freely dripping down his face, Inuyasha felt his chest swell with adoration and pride as he whispered, “Heh… Yeah, that’s right, Moroha. Your dad… He’s gonna protect you, no matter what.”

#inuyasha #kagome higurashi #moroha higurashi #lita writes #SHUT UP DON'T TOUCH ME I'M SOFT FOR DADDY INU

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loveyou-x3000 · 3 years

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Ohhhh thanks for the Toga and Izayoi as it is so cute!!, maybe you can do Moroha being awesome and tag team fight with mum or dad?

Ok so this one... well, it got way out of hand. This isn’t quite a tag team fic like you asked -- I’m learning I go pretty off course with prompts, guys, I’m sorry -- but it is an InuYasha-and-friends-reappear-in-the-midst-of-battle-fic. None of this really lines up with what’s currently happening in Yashahime, but whatever. Nothing in Yashahime makes sense anyway!

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Prompt me!

Riku had them cornered.

Of all the bastards Moroha had ever faced, he was perhaps the biggest bastard of them all, with his smug little smirk and his pompous way of speaking, acting every inch of a lord's son that he said he was. And Moroha had met a lot of that sort, too; stupid, scrawny little lordlings who pretended they were better than her because they had money and "better blood," whatever that meant, even when they were asking for her help against the demons that scared them half to death.

The only thing that made Riku any different from them was the fact that when he picked a fight, he at least had the balls to see it through to the end. Sure, the fight he’d picked this time was against them, and if they weren’t careful he was probably going to kill one of them before sunrise, but hey-- he wasn’t relying on anyone else to do his dirty work, and Moroha could respect that.

Jumping up and back to dodge a spearing attack of rock that he'd summoned from the ground, Moroha landed in the relative safety of the of the Tree of Ages, hidden amongst its branches. He controlled the elements, so far as they could tell: he could move the ground, shape water, spark fire, and guide the wind-- though the last of those abilities didn't seem to work well when he was around Setsuna. Towa had noticed that the last time they'd fought; he’d flung a cutting gale of wind at her when Setsuna, quiet as she was, had grit her teeth and swung her naginata so high and hard that she'd blown Riku straight off the edge of a mountain, redirecting his attack back onto him with twice the efficiency.

Setsuna had always been able to shape the air for her Cyclone Burst, but that? That she’d never done before.

But now they weren't on a mountain, Setsuna was injured, and Towa was trying to protect her sister from all the attacks Riku was launching at them. They’d both been robbed of their pearls not so long ago and without them, their strength was fading fast.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit—"

Moroha scrambled inside her pockets, withdrawing the little clamshell that held her pearl and her grandmother's lipstick. On her shoulder, Myoga jumped up and down, protesting— but she already knew everything he was saying. Yes, she wouldn't last long in a full demon state, but maybe it could give Towa the opening she needed to cut the pretty bastard down. All she had to do was distract him.

While droplets of blood dripped from her wrist and onto the tree, Moroha swiped her pinky across the red rouge. Readying herself, she took a deep breath, concentrating all her energy and—

Riku spun the wind and Setsuna spun it back, distracting her. Where one gale met the other, a glowing scar struck through the open air, and the tree beneath her feet gasped.

A tree couldn't gasp, of course, but it was trying very hard to, rocked with an energy that demanded everyone's attention. Energy pulsed beneath the pads of her bare feet and Moroha startled, clicking the clamshell shut as the Tree of Ages trembled. Myoga held on tight to her ear as she tried to steady herself, claws digging into the bark; and once she did that, the voice of the tree screamed in her ears.

"You won't be free!"

It was the Tree— that priestess, Kikyo, who apparently her mother was, or had been, or something; no one really seemed to agree on the difference and Moroha thought it was all stupid, anyway. How could someone be someone else? But Kikyo (who was not really Kikyo, and also not her mother) screamed and raged and tried with all her might to keep a seal from breaking. Someone was screaming back at her.

"You're not her, you wrinkled old bitch!"

The clamshell in her hand trembled and the well in the middle of the clearing pulsed with yoki once, then twice, reminding her of long summer days and thunderstorms. Red robes and white hair.

"LET ME GO!"

Moroha had never noticed the seal before, but she noticed it now: pink and black and sickly purple, like a bruise, pulsing from an old fletching notch in the tree. Towa screamed for her, but it was too late; the notch cracked, the seal broke, and a pulse of reiki shot through her so hard it made her teeth rattle and purified the rouge right off her pinky. Riku jumped back and his and Setsuna’s winds spun out, and Towa lurched aside, trying to avoid the pink-white light that was now spilling out of the mouth of the dusty old well in the middle of the clearing.

The hate that had been embedded in the Tree of Ages - the onyrō, if the echo of a dying priestess could be called that, left there in the power of her arrow - died an abrupt, sudden death, and all the sudden everything that ghost had been trying to hold in and destroy began to break free.

"What's happening?!"

It was a scream to no one as leaves began to rain down from the branches, even though Autumn was months away. There was a sudden burst of wind then, swirling of its own accord, unguided, and new scents came in an onslaught: reiki, yōki, and something in between; pain, anguish, hate, and unbridled sorrow; storms, iron, metal, tears, and flower blossoms. All of them were mixed and strange and rainbow-colored, until the first body came soaring out of the well.

A yōkai with brown furs, jet black hair, and piercing blue eyes shot straight out of the lancing light and into the night sky, seeming to hover in the air above them before he plummeted back towards the earth. Somewhere on Kirara's back, Kohaku called out a name:

"Koga!"

Once, there had been a battle in this clearing. Kohaku had told them as much. After all three of them had been spirited away to safety as infants, their parents and their friends had fought a strange enemy here. The only one to walk away unscathed from it had been that enemy— and Sesshomaru, whom no one had seen since.

Everyone else had disappeared from this very spot, leaving behind only a stunned monk and his family of demon slayers.

Koga - whoever he was - cracked the ground as he landed, and Riku cursed and cursed, flinging expletives in languages she didn't even know. He held up his hands and Moroha's stomach bottomed out, feeling that strange pull that only the rainbow portal had, but a gale of wind knocked him off his feet; again, sourceless, but it dispersed his strange powers.

"What the fuck happened?!"

Then there was another voice, another scent— and it nearly sent Moroha falling out of the tree.

"I saved your life, you mangy wolf!"

A man dressed in red climbed out of the well, shining silver against the moonlight. There was a woman unconscious on his back, chin pillowed against his shoulder; another girl lay sleeping in his arms.

Behind him, the Butterfly of Dreams fluttered up into the sky and all the light in the well faded to nothing.

"You sealed me in a tree, you flea-infested— shit!"

Koga bailed to the left to avoid a trail of fire that shot across the field and Towa slammed her sword in the ground to protect herself, letting it buffet against that wall of yoki until it extinguished itself. Setsuna's naginata fell to the ground beside her as her strength failed her, though she was far off from dying. There was something else on her face— exhaustion, maybe.

Hisui and Kohaku's voices were a mangled mess of names as Kirara brought them to the ground. Kohaku went first to the sleeping girl, taking her in his arms; Hisui went to the hanyō and the miko, wide-eyed and incredulous.

Moroha knew who they were. She couldn’t not know who they were.

“Shit,” InuYasha cursed, adjusting the unconscious Kagome on his back and drawing a sword that sang like a storm, streaking through the night like lightning. “How long has it been, Hisui?”

“InuYasha?”

Moroha was frozen, gone completely silent, watching the young demon slayer speak to her Father. Myoga was gone. Kohaku tried to shake the girl in his arms awake, softly calling her name.

“Rin?”

InuYasha waited impatiently for an answer. Eventually, Hisui found it.

“Fourteen years.”

“...fuck.”

And then there was no more time for talking as Riku attacked again, suddenly incensed, aiming the brunt of his attacks straight at Kohaku and Rin, flinging fire aside at the twins as he did. Moroha lurched when she saw Towa wasn’t going to be able to withstand the attack this time, but then the winds kicked up again, blowing the fire aside, and a scar blazed in its gale once again.

InuYasha swung Tessaiga and Riku disappeared in a burst of white light.

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whatamidoingwithmylifeman · 3 years

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Mortal Kombat 11 Michiko vs Canon intro fight dialogues pt 2

CW: PTSD mention Michiko, Reiki, Nozomi, and Krow are my OCs. Reiki is genderfluid and goes by she/him pronouns.

here you go @deepinthefog here is the rest of the dialogues

please read below the cut

Michiko: Just how sharp are your teeth Baraka?

Baraka: Sharp enough to tear through your bones.

Michiko: I’d like to see you try.

Michiko: So how long have tarkatans been around?

Baraka: Long before either of your kind.

Michiko: That’s not what the books in Fuyuka’s temple say.

Michiko: You may have blades, Baraka, but I have saws!

Baraka: But aren’t you scared of-

Michiko: werenotgonnatalkaboutthat!

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Michiko: Cassie….Cage is it?

Cassie: The one and only!

Michiko: Oh good! Thought I had the wrong Cassie for a minute there.

Michiko: Did you and your dad really come up with “ship names” for Reiki and I?

Cassie: Yup! I propose the idea of… FireFox!

Michiko: .. oh by the gods.

Michiko: I heard someone’s got a little crush on a certain ice gal.

Cassie: Who told you I liked Frost?

Michiko: You did!

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Michiko: For the last time. I. am not. From. the Netherrealm!

Cetrion: But wasn’t your mother a corrupted Nymph?

Michiko: Both my parents were corrupted and none of them are from the Netherrealm.

Michiko: Were you one of the Gods responsible for the massacre of the Karasugawas?

Cetrion: No, but I know of the Gods who were.

Michiko: Names. Now!

Michiko: Why are you crying?

Cetrion: I can sense great pain in you young one

Michiko: please don’t read any further…

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Michiko: Did you seriously try to stab my fiancé!?

D’vorah: She tried burning the hive

Michiko: You keep your hive the fuck away from her!

Michiko: Are you seriously trying to say that you’re the one responsible for the massacre of the Karasugawas?

D’vorah: And this one will finish the job!

Michiko: Nice try D’vorah, but I know bugs hate fire.

Michiko: You hate fire, but do you like ice?

D’vorah: This one would like it to see a demonstration.

Michiko: Then you’re gonna get one!

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Michiko: I have found something other than buzzsaws that I hate

Erron: And would that be, Michiko?

Michiko: Guns! Why are they so loud!?

Michiko: For the last time, I did not lie about what happened between me and Bi Han.

Erron: I was told y'all hooked up at the tournament.

Michiko: What idiot told you that?

Michiko: How much did my brother pay you?

Erron: He paid me half a million to bring ya home.

Michiko: So how much would I need to pay you to drop this hunt?

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Michiko: I’m sorry, you want me to what!?

Frost: Take me with you and Reiki!

Michiko: Are you really willing to leave everything behind?

Michiko: Alright kid, rule number one, no keeping secrets

Frost: What if I just don’t want to talk about something?

Michiko: I can respect that.

Michiko: I need to know exactly what my brother and Bi Han have said about me.

Frost: All good things.

Michiko: I think you and I have two very different version of good things.

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Michiko: Step aside Fujin.

Fujin: Whatever Cetrion told you, was a lie!

Michiko: I’VE SEEN THE DAMAGE DONE BY YOUR BROTHER AND THAT FIRE GOD!

Michiko: Do you still think I can achieve humanity Fujin?

Fujin: You were raised as one, so yes.

Michiko: Oh was I?

Michiko: Ok but like, do you know any Elder God that would bless Reiki and I?

Fujin: Michiko, they've been slaughtered by Cetrion.

Michiko: …. Oh. Damnit!

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Michiko: Hey, how old would you say I look?

Geras: Without the knowledge of your origins, I say 31.

Michiko: You’re actually right.

Michiko: What does a demon benefit from a titan?

Geras: What did the Nymphs do for the Gods?

Michiko: Everything, with nothing in return.

Michiko: if there is no assurance for Reiki’s safety then I cannot work for Kronika

Geras: What if I told you, she could return your bloodline to you?

Michiko: I could not live with myself if Reiki were to die.

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Michiko: How do you plan a wedding?

Jacqui: still working on that myself

Michiko: ah damn. Good luck though.

Michiko: Do you have any more relationship tips?

Jacqui: Boundaries and communication are key.

Michiko: We got the boundaries covered

Michiko: Normally I wouldn’t say this, but your arm enhamencents are cool!

Jacqui: What do you mean, normally?

Michiko: Have you seen what happened to the Lin Kuei?

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Michiko: Where did you find all that information from

Jade: In a hidden temple on Shang Tsung’s Island

Michiko: So that’s where it is. I’ll have to inform Nozomi.

Michiko: So, why did you want to know if I worked for Quan Chi or not?

Jade: To see if you were friend or foe.

Michiko: I think you Mama Nozomi would get along.

Michiko: Ok, look, I’m not gonna beat in Hanzo’s head with your staff.

Jade: Then who’s head are you going to beat in?

Michiko: Sektor’s.

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Michiko: What’s the worst form of therapy one could get?

Jax: Electric shock the-Michiko?

Michiko: I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean

Michiko: If you must know, my brother, Sektor, used to call me little birdie

Jax: Oh, is that still a good thing?

Michiko: Yeah it is. But you’re not telling him that!

Michiko: How’d you lose your arms?

Jax: It’s a long three part story.

Michiko: I have time.

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Michiko: I never said you were cooler, I just don’t argue with children.

Johnny: You’re one to talk, kid!

Michiko: Fight me old man!

Michiko: So, what nickname should I give you?

Johnny: How about, Mr. Cool guy? No no! Superstar!

Michiko: I got it! How about, foolish star!

Michiko: Here you go!

Johnny: What is it?

Michiko: an invite to mine and Reiki’s wedding.

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Michiko: The difference between life essence and souls is, you can live without one. Kabal: Which one?

Michiko: Would you like to find out?

Michiko: Just how fast are you?

Kabal: Faster than the speed of light.

Michiko: I would be impressed if I knew how fast that was.

Michiko: Your speed, my snow drift, let’s go! Kabal: When and Where?

Michiko: Right here! Right now!

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Michiko: I’m sorry, my brother paid you HOW MUCH!?

Kano: Poor blokes desperate to get ya home.

Michiko: My home is with Reiki!

Michiko: Um, Kano, I’m not gonna bring you the medallion

Kano: Not like anyone would know you’ve gone back.

Michiko: That thing almost broke and I died the last time I touched it. So no!

Michiko: Look, if Reiki gets hurt, deals off

Kano: Look, Shang Tsung just need a bit of Reiki’s fire and we’ll be good to go

Michiko: Ok deal’s definitely off! When the hell was he involved?

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Michiko: So you were adopted too?

Kitana: In my circumstances, unfortunately.

Michiko: Ouch! I feel that.

Michiko: Hey, who told you that I was called a princess?

Kitana: Noob Saibot.

Michiko: Oh of course he- wait what!?

Michiko: Reiki and I appreciate your refuge

Kitana: Must you go already Michiko?

Michiko: Until the hunt stops, Reiki and I must travel.

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Michiko: Hey Kollector! Here’s your coin!

Kollector: I’ll teach you to throw ice balls!

Michiko: And I’ll teach you to try and mess with my mate!

Michiko: If you should know, I am a balance of both

Kollecter: I would still like my wage

Michiko: Ha! Fat chance!

Michiko: I would never be ally to those who hurt my Reiki

Kollector: She’s a seer and a Nymph! Do you not know the value she is worth?

Michiko: She’s my fiance!

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Michiko: So you and Jade had history?

Kotal Kahn: It’s a long story.

Michiko: I don’t think there’s much story there.

Michiko: Give this to Kitana for me

Kotal Kahn: Why can’t you do it?

Michiko: I just learned a shadow is now after me, so I gotta dip.

Michiko: Heard you got defeated in the Snow Forest

Kotal Kahn: Sub-Zero and his Lin Kuei outclassed my legion

Michiko: Be lucky you encountered him, and not me

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Michiko: You’re not standing in my way

Kung Lao: I can’t let you attack the temple of elements

Michiko: I have an appointment with two Gods, SO MOVE IT!

Michiko: If you have see my brother, turn him away

Kung Lao: Now why would I do that? He has to pay for Shaolin lives!

Michiko: Turn him away before he picks up on mine and Reiki’s trail!

Michiko: I wish I would’ve met Bo’ Rai Cho sooner

Kung Lao: I’m just still surprised that you managed to out drink him.

Michiko: That’s because he gave me regular alcohol instead of demon elixir.

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Michiko: If you don’t move I will kill you

Liu Kang: Michiko, the monks, they can-

Michilko: I DON’T CARE, MOVE!

Michiko: Reiki’s fire is hotter than yours!

Liu Kang: A fire hotter than dragon’s fire?

Michiko: Hotter and deadlier!

Michiko: How does Bo’ Rai Cho hold that much alcohol?

Liu Kang: How did you not get drunk at all?

Michiko: I’m a demon. Regular alcohol doesn’t affect me

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Michiko: You, Tanya, Reiki and me, double date!

Mileena: Ooh yes!

Michiko: Sweet! Tonight at 8?

Michiko: Bi Han and I never dated. We were just close before I died.

Mileena: He said you two made a promise.

Michiko: A promise that no longer means anything to me.

Michiko: Hey, thanks for not calling me a nymph in a mocking way

Mileena: Thanks for not calling me an ugly monster.

Michiko: That’s it. We’re friends and you’re gonna tell me everything bothering you

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Michiko: I have had it! Move or die!

Nightwolf: I cannot not let you attack the gods!

Michiko: MY ONLY ISSUE IS WITH RAIDEN AND THE FIRE GOD!

Michiko: I don’t need your pity, and I don’t need your counsel!

Nightwolf: If you would let the Great Spirit help-

Michiko: Help me or hinder me from the truth?

Michiko: I hate that place and would rather it burn like my old home once did

Nightwolf: You would rather have innocents suffer over your anger?

Michiko: Why don’t you take the hourglass, go back about 31 years, and tell the two gods that!

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Michiko: Keep the fuck away from Reiki!

Noob Saibot: I’m just trying to protect you!

Michiko: Protect me from what?

Michiko: You best keep my name out of your goddamn mouth, Bi Han!

Noob Saibot: You and I made a promise! It is best to honor that!

Michiko: That promise and our friendship was a mistake!

Michiko: I’m only letting you help cause Nozomi’s making me.

Noob Saibot: Oh she’s definitely Quan Chi’s daughter.

Michiko: Hey! We don’t say his name around her, got it?

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Michiko: I want to tell you a little story.

Raiden: This should be interesting.

Michiko: It's a story of how two angry, petty, benevolent gods destroyed a bloodline and a village, leaving only one little girl to suffer the aftermath.

Michiko: You know of the lost realms?

Raiden: Someone I called my family was from one of those realms.

Michiko: It wouldn’t happen to be Krow of Hinpar would it?

Michiko: I’m not going to kill you! I just want my family back!

Raiden: I can’t do that-

Michiko: YOU OFFERED TO BRING BACK THE SHIRAI RYU! WHAT MAKES BRINGING BACK THE BLOODLINE YOU DESTROYED ANY DIFFERENT!?

Michiko: You’ve dealt with a cryomancer, but have you dealt with an ice demon?

Rain: What’s the difference?

Michiko: THERE ARE SEVERAL!

Michiko: I’m not buying that you want me as your ally for one minute.

Rain: If I made you my servant, Nozomi would kill me.

Michiko: Ok, that I can believe.

Michiko: in case no one told you, I don’t worship. I work with

Rain: You best treat Nozomi like the Goddess she is you imp!

Michiko: Hey! Watch it with that word!

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Michiko: Don’t try to stop me Hasashi!

Scorpion: I’ve lost my family too Michiko. This is not the way to go about it.

Michiko: You at least got to know them before they died!

Michiko: You weren’t entirely wrong about it being of a Nymph, but why did you guess that?

Scorpion: Because Reiki is of Nymph origins too, and your ice matches his fire.

Michiko: I… I haven’t thought of it that way.

Michiko: Hasashi, look, I appreciate your offer, but I can’t accept.

Scorpion: Reiki grew up in the Shirai Ryu! You’d fit right in!

Michiko: I have my daughter to consider too, Hanzo.

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Michiko: Unbind my thoughts from Sektor’s now!

Shang Tsung: And if I refuse?

Michiko: You won’t live to take another soul.

Michiko: I will bring my family back! And you can’t stop me!

Shang Tsung: Why would I want to stop you? I find your in vain efforts amusing.

Michiko: You’re lying! The Karasugawas will be restored!

Michiko: Have you found my soul yet, Tsung?

Shang Tsung: Don’t you dare mock me, you pompous little imp!

Michiko: THAT’S IT! NO MORE MS. NICE DEMON!

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Michiko: No Nymph nor demon would ever serve you

Shao Kahn: You and your Nymph wife will do so imp! Michiko: HE IS MY MATE AND YOU’RE A DEAD MAN!

Michiko: I may not consume souls. But I do eat life essence

Shao Kahn: What’s the difference?

Michiko: I’ll show you!

Michiko: Let me use your hammer

Shao Kahn: Ah! And why would I let a weak puny mortal touch my hammer?

Michiko: I’ll freeze you in a block of ice and kick you into the void if you don’t give me the hammer.

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Michiko: I don’t care how much the Lin Kuei needs me, I’m not going back!

Sheeva: You would abandon your home? Your friends?

Michiko: They can handle themselves!

Michiko: Thanks for the training lessons

Sheeva: You certainly do not hold back

Michiko: Fight to the death or die fighting!

Michiko: Have you ever had a lover you fought for?

Sheeva: A queen I failed to protect

Michiko: I’m sure she holds no ill will towards you Sheeva

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Michiko: Hey don’t worry, I’m not gonna take your screaming title.

Sindel: You can keep it!

Michiko: Aww, not even a friendly competition?

Michiko: Kitana Kahn of Outworld says she’d like to see you sometime

Sindel: That is wonderful to hear.

Michiko: I also know of a four armed queen that would like your company too

Michiko: Hey, you should go talk to Sheeva sometime

Sindel: But would she want to see me?

Michiko: I know she misses you more than anything.

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Michiko: Sorry Skarlet, my blood’s not compatible.

Skarlet: I need no type. Just blood

Michiko: Ah, so you’re a type O.

Michiko: Wait, you’re of nymph origin too?

Skarlet: Blood nymphs.

Michiko: Huh, you really don’t hear about them a lot.

Michiko: You and Nozomi have really cool blood-bending!

Skarlet: You know of another blood bender?

Michiko: Nozomi is the best there is!

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Michiko: You better back down Blade!

Sonya: Your God hunt ends here Karasugawa!

Michiko: Raiden got your future self killed! Why do you defend him?

Michiko: I will not repeat myself. I’m not going back.

Sonya: But Grandmaster Sub-Zero has specifically requested your help.

Michiko: He of all people should know why I cannot go back.

Michiko: How do I make my own legacy if I don’t want kids?

Sonya: You inspire others to be like you.

Michiko: I am the worst demon to follow. It’s not going to work.

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Michiko: I can’t help you Kuai, I just can’t.

Sub-Zero: I know our last encounter with Sektor was shocking, bu-

Michiko: I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean

Michiko: Will you please get your brother off my back!

Sub-Zero: Michiko, you know Bi Han won’t listen to me.

Michiko: Not even as the Grandmaster?

Michiko: Where I was and where I will go is none of your concern Liang

Sub-Zero: Michiko please. Don’t leave me in the dark.

Michiko: It is best nobody knows.

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Michiko: WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!?

Sektor: WHY YOU CAN’T COME BACK HOME!?

Michiko: You.. You really don’t understand do you?

Michiko: I won’t come back, but I will invite you to my wedding

Sektor: Thank you sister.

Michiko: Don’t push your luck.

Michiko: Was the binding of our minds really “fathers” idea

Sektor: Not entirely..

Michiko: I KNEW IT!

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Michiko: When do you plan on marrying Sektor?

Cyrax: Sometime in the summer.

Michiko: Very specific Mykel.

Michiko: So.. how’s life as a cyborg going?

Cyrax: Awful.

Michiko: Thanks for the update!

Michiko: Hey, where’s past you?

Cyrax: Probably trying to flirt with Shi in the worst ways possible

Michiko: As if you don’t do that now.

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Michiko: Hey, I may be leaving for good, but I promise you I-

Smoke: Wait, you’re leaving for good!?

Michiko: Tomas I have made it clear so many times that I do not like this place.

Michiko: Would you like to come to my wedding?

Smoke: Like to? I have to! I’m your bridesmaid.

Michiko: umm… that’s going to Frost..

Michiko: Hydro been over training you too, huh?

Smoke: Speak for yourself Karasugawa!

Michiko: At least he has a reason to do so with me.

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Michiko: Can we take a break?

Hydro: Not until you master your ice

Michiko: I’VE MASTERED IT FOR NEARLY A DECADE NOW!

Michiko: Look, I appreciate your concern Bo Hai, but please don’t worry

Hydro: What if Reiki snaps and loses control of her fire? Michiko: That’s the beautiful thing about her, she’s not a monster like me.

Michiko: Where have you been all this time?

Hydro: Hunting your killers down.

Michiko: But, Hydro, I died in the tunnels below the temple.

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Michiko: Ok, 1, didn’t realize you were flirting with me, and 2, I’m engaged

Sareena: Demons and Nymphs never work well together.

Michiko: I’M A NYMPH TOO!

Michiko: Your efforts are but in vain Vixen!

Sareena: Don’t you have the fox-like animal form?

Michiko: That’s not the point!

Michiko: You said there were other ways to release my pent of rage?

Sareena: Yes..

Michiko: Can any of them help me take down two gods?

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definedbywhatilove · 4 years

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seven months

hey taylor! this is a little story of my journey since the last time that i let you in to my inner world... its been seven months...(feels like 20 lifetimes of growth) and two months since I moved to California and one week since I left my grandest, most divine partner in L.A to continue my journey of self discovery, self awareness, self love, and self soverignty... and i wanted to mention something important to you -- a sign, an invisable string if you will. since i was a kid, your music always followed me and described my life experiences. as i began a deep journey of self understanding, i went away from the reality that i knew (much alike your time to yourself, away from the media) last oct/november. and i let myself fall deeply, and madly in love. you know the love i'm talking about. the red love. the deeply open and vulnerable heart love, despite all past burns to the heart. the one you write poetry and songs about. i know you feel deeply self worth inside. i know that you relyed on guys to help fill that void. same as me. same as so many beautiful woman out there. giving our hearts away.. loving so damn red. but loving so: fearlessly. bravely. courageously. vulnerably. openly. you can't regret a thing, can you? and the months piled up. nine months december 27 he came to Christmass dinner ten months january 27 this is... love eleven months febuary 27 this is home 1 year march 27 this is the 1 three days after, my life came crashing down. i wake up to coughing. masks. fear. my house turned into a graveyard a grounds of fear, pain, suffering sickness. not me. her. my dads partner. someone who i thought, in my own ego, i despised. in that moment, i knew i loved. two hours. it was less than two hours that i packed two suitcases, and a heavy backpack full of everything that mattered to me. i had practised this before. countless nights isoltated in my room, pretending to pack to run away. really considering running away. but never running. it was a blur. i don't remember much. a message to stay, but the knowingness that it was my time to leave. one last goodbye. no hug. a promise. with my father. knowing he would get sick. knowing that my father, my Rock, my stable Father could very evidently get sick and die. was this a goodbye forever? i didn't know but i left. i had to leave. by some greater plan from God, or whoever is orchestrating this magical universe, my partner moved to my city by chance through the winter and I went to him. i moved in; my heart afraid of moving in with somebody that i love because love had only ever hurt me. i moved in with my partner and allowed my dad the space to go through his own conscious awakening. thirteen months WILL HE DIE? i prayed everyday. i surrendered. i released the outcome. i surrendered to my partner and the relationship and accepted a deeper love than i have ever experienced during this time. i started my business. really, started my business. i started it in december but I didn't really know if I would ever get to see my dad again. through the fall and winter he provided for me whilst i recovered from being sick [reoccuring during fall/winter, peak in sept. same thing i felt during my journey in 2018]. how will i live as an adult on my own? provide for myself? what if he dies? i make my first 2k month. i surrender to love. i meet nature. fourteen months i called him for the first time. my dad. it was so painful to hear him speak. he was still sick. i began to slowly give grounded, healing advice. affirmations. colors. introduced the law of attraction. helping him know that his physical body was sick because his mind was sick of negativity. i move into my first apartment with my partner. its beautiful. he pays the rent. i get the entire room, he takes the living room. i was provided for. i continued my business. i held strong visions of travelling with my partner before the lease was up in august. it was my lifelong dream. i prayed for my dad and his partner. sitting in nights of fear and pain. letting go. trusting. rebuilding. health. NATURE. LOVE. date nights. park visits. lake visits. fifteen i saw my dad and his partner! in person! june 6, the first time since march 30. i went with my partner. i was nervous. i also get to see my cat ~~ who has always had siezures, that got even worse when they were sick... who i also had to let go of, not knowing if would survive.. but did! i gave him healing crystals. healing tips. love. hope. he opened. my dad whos heart was closed cracked open. i had never seen this mans heart open since i was a little child before my mom broke his heart. he left his job, you know. when i was a kid i was neglected for that job. one that i had to go to school too many times when i didn't feel because of. one that kept him gone late nights once a week. one that drained him. but the job that supported me physically and financially through my entire life. the job that helped give me a good life ~ his time and energy he gave into this job to provide for his daughter. he realized what it was doing to him. he realized, taylor. he realized. he got a new job. two hours away, a small county on the lake. a chance to start over. leave the karmic city he lived in. he also began to feel his emotions from what happened with the trauma of my mother. this was a miracle. a miracle. a miracle. and so, he would move away... starting his new job during the sixteenth month of this journey, july 13 i know at this point i will be travelling soon and leaving anyways, but could not leave my dad... and so the universe had him leave to set me free. i spent the rest of the month knowing he would move away, and likely i would too. but where? i saw him many times. gave him reiki too. we all went to the cottage together, him, his partner, me, and mine. summer solstice. peace. love. sixteen months i released all of my limitations. i chose love, abundance, freedom, health, bliss. i released my dad, my cat, my childhood home... [never grow up describes this situation]... a 21st birthday, really, a goodbye to my family... i booked a plane ticket. a month and a week to California. knowing, that it would be longer than that one month and a week. myself and my partner. one carry on and personal item. my self soverignty. my dreams. my abundance [first five figure month!!!] i left taylor. i left behind the city i always lived in to follow my dreams and passion. i'm living in my dream location. mountains. forests. lakes. a sacred site in Nor Cal. a childhood dream, if you will. a new life begins the night before i leave i see that you had an album out. folklore. i didn't know, because i had been going through so much stuff within my life that anything that happened online was not present in my life. i listened to caridgan for a few seconds. didn't feel right. i let you go...[knowing, like always, your music will come to me at the exact right time] i got on the plane. three layovers. an overnight train. i begin my new life on the mountain. begin again. seventeen months i am not the same. i have grown. i have healed. my time in the mountain has been the most groundbreaking, expansive, philisophical, healing time of my entire life. feeling like one month was twenty lifetimes of healing and growth. healing all of my childhood wounds, fears, pains. being of service in my business, providing healing for over 55 people. but... it was here where it started to break apart. that one last thing. i let go of the home. the cat. the family. the stuff. there was 1 more thing to let go of... eighteen months kyle, was his name you know. and of course, when we are hurt we go into the victim mindset right away. it is instinct. predetor and prey. it is conditioned into us. this time, after completing a cycle of 3 relationships of emotional manipulation, disrespect, not being loved the way i loved... i took full ownership for it. for manipulating MYSELF. for disrespecting MYSELF. for not loving MYSELF the way I love another. thats when the relationship healing and karma happens. when you take complete ownership for your own mistreatment knowing that this person was simply a mirror of the own hate, anger, and fear you have about yourself. it happened on september 2nd, under the full moon. it started, anyways. i was called to l.a out of Nor Cal. With him. and we Went. This is where the fun part starts, the intention behind this entire story but we're only getting to it right now because of course, I am a writer. The main message has to be supported by a story, right? on september 6th, we had a midnight train. i wanted to listen to music to help me release leaving the city i was living in in Nor Cal, cuz I had grown fairly attached to it. cardigan came into my life. [which i realize as i am writing this and listening to it, the version i have always listened to is the cabin one,... which I am just seeing you realeased on my birthday!!!! july 30th. how interesting] it fell into place this night. and i was meant to hear it now; your music has always been like a spirit guide to me. always a message when i need it. we had a midnight train. my partner got a nosebleed on the way...[stepping on the last train, marked me like a blood stain...] i knew in my heart we would be breaking up... the day before the flight to l.a, the day before the fires, i knew we would be breaking up in l.a. the night that invisable strings was introduced into my life, via my dear soul friend Emma. i knew that this song spoke of my memories and experiences with l.a. l.a was always a place for me to find self empowerment, bravery, and self worth. being the place that i endured my first break up in, l.a taught me self love. i knew that an invisable string was bringing me back to l.a, and really... back to [myself]. despite knowing what was to happen, i held myself through the flight to l.a. it's not like we officially broke up that day, but i knew going on this flight that since i was facing my biggest fears in real life that i would be about to experience my fear of being alone. i flew the day that san fransisco was orange. tiny little 13 row plane. deep fear of planes. in a moment of deep intuition and love, i opened my heart to hold space for the people on the plane that were also terrified of the fires and landing somewhere that was orange. holding people, holding space, through what could be seen on an Earthly scale as a trauma. moving past my own fears and negative thoughts and holding the emotions of love and safety. it was a big moment for me. i listened to invisable strings dyuring the plane ride. and two days later was when my fire happened. september 11 is when we officially broke up.. when i chose to stand up for myself, for my own love + respect, when i knew that i had to leave a toxic and co-dependent relationship... you know, i thought a tsunami was going to happen that day or something and i was going to die. i literally thought this was what was going to happen; but the death that happened was not physical, but the death of a relationship. we were in l.a until the 18th, in the same apartment, trying our best to go through our breakup while living with eachother. still getting groceries together [chasing shadows in the grocery line]... i could barely function. i know you know what co-dependent relationships can get like. beginning to function on your own without the love from them is hell. [cue. this is me trying] having a hard time adjusting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! letting go of this love. knowing i need to leave. we were in l.a until the 18th, in the same apartment, trying our best to go through our breakup while living with eachother. still getting groceries together [chasing shadows in the grocery line]... the ocean took me down; pulled my knee out. the day after telling my partner i need to do everything on my own and we be completely separate whilst living in this apartment together for at least a week. knowing we likely would stay till oct.my bodies way of still needing to rely on him. coping mechinisms. breakdowns. [pouring my heart out to a stranger, but i didn't pour the whiskey...] (This lyric. After my first relationship, I turned to alcohol. I got very dependent on this, and this runs in my family. It took me until a significant event at a party in 2017 for me to stop, i know you know what i mean. So it was a big deal for me, despite all temptations, to not turn to alcohol). i knew i had to leave l.a our host was offering us to stay until oct 1. i was 100% sure i was, despite living in the apartment with kyle, through breakup [not your typical i hate u breakup tho, one of deep love and mutual, conscious respect and love for eachother] going to stay. esp with how my body was, and my knee. and... if i went back home to Nor Cal, I knew i'd be going alone. And I knew my partner couldn't financially sustain himself at the time to stay anywhere other than back home. I knew he would have to quarentine for 14 days. I knew that by making this decision I would be completely cut off from him. i went to cancel our flight back to Nor Cal. 34 hours before. i was going to stay and stay in a place with a man who didn't have enough self love and worth yet to be able to love me properly. and then it happened. continue to financially support him. continue to love him uncontiionally. and then... sept 16 11:30pm the last excuse. the last invalidation. the last disrespect. the last act of hatred. the last act of emotional manipulation. the last time the gas light would ever turn on. i do not cancel my flight. i walked away. i chose myself. i messaged everybody that i knew to ask for help and support. i knew that this would be the hardest thing I ever had to do. i had to walk away from whom i know on a soul level to be my husband. i know. i know. i know. i know when we have both healed we will come back together in harmonious union; our relationship was all about growing. but it was time to grow apart, in order to grow back together with a stable individual foundation. the last day was magic. it was a new moon. santa monica beach. sunset. shopping. swimming. we allowed ourself to have a night of love. we knew that this was at the basis of our connection; true, undying, eternal, uncondtional love. we will always love each other in a deeper way than can be described in words. no painting, song, piece of poetry could describe this love. and it was painful. painful to love so deeply and openly and vulnerabily, knowing that come 6am I would be headed to the airport It was the most open and vulnerable I have ever been. Allowing myself to openly love so deeply despite knowing what was to come in just some short hours. I really poured my heart out. I opened up. I was vulnerable. I was my true self. And it was one of the best nights of my life, September 17th in Santa Monica, under the New Moon. we stayed up together all night holding each other. sharing a few last kisses. talking about our favourite memories each month of our relationship [i know they said the end was near...] we didn't sleep all night. the alarm went off, 4:50am. time to go. i packed everything the night before. i tied up my lose ends. we held eachother deeply. the final alarm went off, 5:10am. the pink sunrise in the uber on the way to the airport. the way that he didn't cancel his flight to go through security with me. not getting a coffee to spend every last second with him. and we sat in the airport and cried our hearts out. holding each other. crying. in front of anyone who cared to see. knowing one hour before boarding i had to take myself to the bathroom so that i could cry and prepare myself to fly [note: hopefully the airport worker knew we were gunna be okay] 7:48am, i knew the alarm was going to go off in two minutes. i take my power back and stand up, turning the alarm off. i said i have to go now or I will not get on the flight. i tell him he needs to walk away first. i can't do it. no. i'll feel abandoned. i have to be the one. i hugged him. one time. i said goodbye. i wished him well. i told him i love him. i put my backpack on. i get my stuff together. one last hug... one last kiss... and i pulled away. i walked away from the man that i know one day will be my husband and the father to my children to follow my own path of self discovery and worth and love. of healing. walking up to the airline worker, telling her my partner would not be coming on the flight with me. "okay, Miss, i will remove him from your party and from the flight," i held myself together. i did. the best i could. good thing i didn't sleep because that kept me at least less emotional and breaking down than i thought i would be. "now boarding flight xxxx to Sacramento, boarding rows 10-13..." i got myself on the plane. i couldn't believe i was doing this. how am i doing this? i knew when i sat in my seat and the plan began to prepare for departure, that i was completing a cycle of three. a cycle of relationship karma that began with my first, where we broke up on my birthday, 2016 in l.a... completing a cycle where i base my worth on another person, depend on another person, allow myself to get walked over... it was done. i asked that when i took off into the sky from the plane, the perfect line of the perfect song was playing... when i first had my breakup in l.a 2016, i was at a play to support my friend and actress. in this play, she sang a song called brave. this song, and message, got me through my first breakup. she was my rock and i swear the reason i made it through the night of that. l.a 2018, she wrote brave for a tattoo for me. we stopped talking for a while; i learned to be brave for myself. l.a 2020, the moment the plane takes off of the ground... [wool to BRAVE the seasons...] the moment you sang brave; the plane took off. a rush of feeling so proud for myself. knowing i chose me. knowing i chose a journey of self love. knowing i chose a journey of self worth. knowing i chose a journey of self empowerment. i sit here in my soul sister's apartment whilst she is cross-country, writing this. one week after i got back to Nor Cal. One week since my entire life shifted. And I am in the journey. The journey to self love, confidence, worth, empowerment, etc is not just a destination. There is a journey behind it all. It happens to contain a lot of crying. A lot of feeling. Some music. Friends. Good food. A warm coffee from the local coffee shop. Candles. Insence. Journal(S). Rest. Yoga. Meditation. Qigong. Reiki. Fuzzy socks. Oversized fluffy sweaters. Soft blankets. Stuffed animals. Books. Singing bowls. Love. And so, this is where I am. September 25th, seven months later. Wow. Writing this journey out and putting it on paper really makes me feel some things. It makes me feel fucking empowered. It makes me feel strong. It makes me feel brave. It makes me feel fearless. It makes me feel vulnerable. It makes me feel authentic. And with all authenticity, I had to be authentic with myself when I began to write this. Your music has been that constant. I have said it before, and I will say it again. Everything has always left my life but your music has always stayed. Your music has always found me in the right time in the right place. It has always supported me. You have always supported me. I was thinking back today, in a state of elevated joy allowing myself to feel happy that I got the opportunity to meet you through my life journey so far. And that... us meeting had to mean something. There is an invisable string there. There has to be a reason that during all of this your music was there for me. There has to be a reason it came to me in the time that it did. There is a reason for everything. So I write this, with a prayer that you will see this, but a surrender to the knowingness that what is meant to happen is going to happen. Also, a surrender to if anybody actually reads this! This is who I am, raw, vulnerable, authentic. I will always speak my truth, share my journey, and love Taylor Swift. Don't we all? Taylor, if you are reading this... from my soul to yours; thank you. thank you. thank you. seriously, for what you give up to be able to spread these messages via your music in such a global way. i completely see and understand what you have given up to do this. i love you. i love you. i love you. thank you for seeing me. thank you for hearing me. thank you for acknowledging me. thank you for validating me. thank you for loving me. see you next update, your friend Sarah.

#fortaylor #for taylor #messages to taylor #from my heart

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wildandwilder · 4 years

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⌠ REIKY DE VALK, 22, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, IKENO WILDER! according to their records, they’re a SECOND year, specializing in LINGUISTICS, CULTURE, & ASSIMILATION + RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (the smell of freshly baked bánh bò, untied shoelaces, the echo of heavy contagious laughter). when it’s the pisces’s birthday on 2/19/1998, they always request their TIRAMISU from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ chels, 23, she/her, est ⍀

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General

Full Name: Ikeno Magan Wilder Nickname(s): Typically goes by Wilder, sometimes Ike. Never really uses Ikeno. Age: 22 Date of Birth: February 19, 1998 Hometown: Dresden, Germany Romantic Orientation: lil gay boy Sexual Orientation: lil gay boy 2.0 Language(s) Spoken: Dutch, German, Vietnamese, a little French Room: Sutton Floor 107 - naz farhi, margot lusignan, mateo leon

Biography (this gonna be vague)

I said: NOW MAKE THE OPPOSITE OF REGINE!

Anyway!! Wilder is an only child as far as he knows and lives with his grandmother and mother who raised him as a single mom after his dad’s death when he was seven. He adores his mother and would do anything for her, which to his surprise was put to the test when he was told about spy school literally two years ago at most.

Wilder grew up full of whimsy; he rolled in mud and played in ponds and despite living a modest and relatively poor lifestyle he was spoiled rotten with love from his mother. Because of that, he is constantly putting love out into the world without expectation, even in undeserving places. He tries to see the best in people, and often takes it upon himself to make someone’s day if they’re looking low. He was homeschooled until early high school when his family moved from a more rural, woodsy area to Dresden.

His father, who he knows very little about, died when he was young and so Wilder has a few solid memories of him. He knows he had a prestigious job he never talked about, and whenever he answered the phone he seemed serious. But when they spent moments alone his father was kind, gentle, and loving (though tough). It was as if the times where Ikeno Sr. came home to his family it was his secret peace, and they knew very little about his work. His mother knew vague details about the spy world outside of the fact that Ikeno Sr. was a secret agent and Blackthorne alumnus. After his death occasional letters were sent to Pearl with money and emergency contact numbers. She never told Wilder about this and she never contacted any of the numbers until a few months before Wilder’s first year at Gallagher.

After graduating high school and starting to work full time to help support his mom, not super interested in colleges or academics, his mother went behind his back and started looking into his father’s past. She pulled a few strings and after a few conversations encouraged Wilder to attend Gallagher as a means to pave the way for a successful future. In her eyes, this was all he could have wanted.

Truthfully, he’s not that into being a spy. As someone who loved superheroes growing up, he thinks it’s pretty awesome, but his head isn’t in it and he finds it hard to stay focused. He’s not a fighter, and is a terrible sparring partner dreading taking any combat courses. He chose his majors because one allowed him to learn about places, and also cook dishes from different countries (his favorite pastime), and the other was behind the scenes work and seemed simple (narrator voice: it was not simple). He’s here because he thinks it’s where he has to be, and with his father’s past he’s guaranteed a job so long as he doesn’t fuck it up.

Personality wise, he’s clumsy and loves to laugh. He’s in the baking club and baking is his absolute favorite thing to do. You can often find him in the back of the cafeteria, where he’s made best friends with some of the chefs and they let him watch them from time to time.

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Reiky De Valk Height: 5′ 9′’ Style/Aesthetic: messy hair, loose graphic t shirts, untied shoelaces, baking flour on jeans, he’s always laughing, bad at social cues and personal space, can eat all day long

Family

Parents: Ikeno Wilder (father) & Pearl Nguyen (mother) Sibling(s): N/A Pet(s): Bearded Dragon named Azula Family’s Financial Status: Lower-Middle Class

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Pisces MBTI: N/A Enneagram: Type 9 Peacemaker/Mediator Temperament: Sanguine Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Primary Vice: Sloth Primary Virtue: Charity

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

A best friend/Friends - Wilder is an absolute joke so he needs some goofy jokester friends to be dumb with. He is also, even though he teases a lot, a soft boy and a little sensitive despite being blind to how people treat him sometimes. He has not great social cues and no real concept of personal space so...

A Guide: He knew absolutely nothing about spies until his first year at Gallagher (last year), so maybe your character took him under their wing and showed him around. Preferably someone who grew up with spy parents/went to a spy prep school. Wilder looks up to your char or is really close to them because of this.

A Tutor: Wilder fucked last year up majorly and his mom isn’t happy so he’s in dire need of smart people to help him with his courses. Pref similar majors.

Past Hook ups/Romances - He’s very romantic and very quick to show affection to people. I can see this ending badly for him in many ways, because he’s also the type to still be friendly with his exes and try to be cool with them even if they made him a little sad.

Enemy/Frenemy - Wilder has no enemies. Wilder may be YOUR char’s enemy/frenemy, but he will assume they are friends and probably be a bother.

Roomies - If you’re his roomie hit me up he def bakes for the room but like, his feet probably smell bad

ALL THE PLOTS!! GIVE ME THEM ALL!! FEED ME!! USE ME!!

#gallagher:intro #intro #bio #i...........have no explanation #proof read? never met her

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Never Ending

A mistake reunites a family long lost and mends one fraying at the seams.

Chapter 8 of A Mother’s Love on Ao3. For more updates, follow the a mother’s love tag on this blog.

Much had changed over the years, that Kurama was sure of. All brought by the hand of a young man who was marked for death and instead changed realms far beyond his comprehension. For all that Yuusuke had given him, Kurama would always answer his call. Even when he was tucked in bed with Hiei comfortably at his side and the chime of his cell phone broke the peaceful atmosphere. Sharing a quick chat with Yuusuke while the fire demon started to dress, grumbling beneath his breath with wisps of smoke rising from his bandaged hand — Kurama was unsurprised that the Reikai had need of them once again. But this was different. Yuusuke told him not to panic but how could he not?

The Reikai had been investigating a few instances of smuggling from the Makai. Demons selling poisonous or otherwise harmful fruits, meats, and trinkets to humans. Checkpoints set at the former sites of the barrier were unable to detect everything. And the number of victims were rising.

Including one particular in Sarayashiki.

Soft vibrations from the device turned Kurama’s attention to the darkened screen. A few taps and a swipe before an image filled his screen.

“No…”

Kurama’s phone slipped from his hand, clattering to the ground with Yuusuke’s voice shouting from the receiver. The warm pressure of Hiei’s hand against his shoulder in an instant and the Jagan opened, scouring through his thoughts for the detective’s words. Unable to voice a protest at the intrusion, Kurama wondered what color his eyes were. Hiei nearly looked panicked himself.

Hurry.

The order was unneeded but it spurred Kurama into action. Shiori. Her frozen smile in the photograph, exchanging money with the stall owner, a lower-class demon of no importance besides this — it gave his mother a fruit from the Makai. One that would likely kill her if she ate it unknowing of what it held.

How long ago was that picture?

Why wasn’t he alerted of this sooner?

Did she eat it?

We will get to her.

Kurama hadn’t realized Hiei was in front of him until the fire demon grabbed his arm, forcing the thought into his mind. They nodded at one another and Hiei pressed his hand to his cheek, waves of cooling youki barely flecked with fear seeped into his skin. A deep inhale steadied him and Kurama smiled softly as he laid his hand on the back of Hiei’s.

Picking up his phone, he apologized to Yuusuke for the delay in responding only to be told to forget it immediately. He could understand. And Kurama never felt happier to have Yuusuke as a friend. They agreed to meet at the Hatanaka-Minamino household, and Kurama fought back the waves of worry and fear threatening to swallow him whole.

His mother would be fine.

She had to be fine.

As they arrived to the others standing in the front yard, Kurama glanced back at Hiei curiously. They’d never been strangers to entering his mother’s home and she always greeted them warmly. With or without him, she was hospitable and motherly. Doting on Kuwabara and Yuusuke, exchanging kind words with Yukina, Botan and Keiko, and having tea with Genkai and Atsuko. Kurama’s heart dropped to his stomach. Had something happened?

Their faces were contorted with confusion and tension thickened in the air. Hiei’s youki pressed against his back, urging him forward. They’d find no answers here. Taking steps forward, he barely reached Yuusuke when he felt a wave of youki coming from inside of the home.

“You feel it too?” Yuusuke said with a frightening calm, the faintest tremble to his shoulders. “Your dad’s energy is in there but your mom… I don’t feel her at all.”

Kuwabara’s lips were twitching and Kurama could see he was fighting back a yell. The sparking beginnings of his Reiki Sword forming around his hand, barely keeping their shape. “Say the word and we’re barging in, Botan.”

Botan tapped at the communicator she held with furrowed brows. “Hold on, hold on..” She muttered. “It says that there’s four demons in our presence but there’s no malicious youki.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Kuwabara whisper-yelled. “Whatever’s in there might’ve —“

“We don’t know that!” Botan glared at him, clutching it closer to her chest.

If it had been under other circumstances, he might have been touched that everyone was so worried over his mother. Though the longer they stood here, the likelihood that something terrible would befall her rose. Shouldering through, he could hear the beginnings of his name being called but it didn’t matter.

He wouldn’t lose her.

Not her.

His plants made quick work of the door’s lock and he hurried inside, forgoing taking off his shoes to follow the thickened trails of his father’s youki.

“Father?!” He called out, wandering to the sitting room where the large frame of Kazuya Hatanaka could be seen perched on a chair in the furthest corner of the room.

Kurama had never seen his father this panicked. His eyes wide, skin pallor, and gaze trained on something across the room from him. Slowly, Kurama followed his sight and his eyes softened then narrowed. His stomach twisting and senses caving in.

Perched upon the couch that his mother had taken from their old home was a demoness, silver-haired and dressed in a flower-printed kimono, her golden eyes blinking slowly and narrowed as they leveled Kazuya with a flat stare.

“Dear,” her smooth and deep voice said patiently, the timbre making Kurama shiver unconsciously. “You really shouldn’t stand on that.”

Kazuya tensed up further and the demoness sighed, turning her head slowly, her ears perking when her eyes met Kurama’s own. Immediately, he could see the depths of the Makai’s forest. His own childish form playing on the forest floor as she wove flowers together in a circlet. Coaxing him over with a wave of the hand and settling them atop his head. Her laughter soft as the crown fell over his eyes.

Perhaps it’s too big for you, Kurama.

The ache in his chest when he recalled the park Shiori took him to. Her arms scarred from the accident, fingers quick in their movements as she wove the flower stems. He’d been distracted with some of the blooms that he’d been tending to, quickly hiding his hand behind her back when she approached. Her smile was soft and he tipped his head in confusion then. Startled when the crown slipped over his eyes.

It may be a bit too big for you, Shuuichi.

The memories overlapped, his mother’s golden eyes met with Shiori’s brown ones, their smiles softened with love.

You’ll grow into it.

“Shuuichi, be care—“ Kazuya started as the demoness rose from the couch swiftly, taking a step toward him. Her tails arose from behind her, many of them, and flicked at the air.

“It can’t be…” Kurama said quietly, his voice trembling and heart hammering. Her hand reached for him and the pressure of Hiei’s youki reminded him of the others entering the house.

Yuusuke was the first to say something, startling Kurama from his thoughts. “You know her or something?”

Kuwabara stood closer to Kurama’s side, his arm thrown in front of him protectively. “Some kind of fox thing?” He asked, sparing a glance at him, the concern showing when Kurama said nothing.

Hiei was silent as was Botan, seeming seconds from contacting Koenma when the fire demon snatched the communicator from her hand. The ferry girl scowled at him but he put a finger to his lips then gestured to the bowl sitting on the low table in the center of the room.

“Mother…?” Kurama whispered unsurely, feeling the burning in his eyes as he pushed Kuwabara’s arm aside, taking a few hesitant steps toward her. The demoness’ eyes misted over and she stepped toward him, her hand outstretched as the henares one another. “Mother.”

“Oi oi,” Kuwabara called out, reaching to pull Kurama back. “What are you talking about…?”

Yuusuke frowned, glancing between them. “She doesn’t look like Shior—“

Hiei hushed them immediately, grabbing the pair by the arms and pulling them backward. Yuusuke was poised to argue and Kuwabara wrenched his arm free but Hiei pressed a finger to his lips then pointed at the bowl. Diced pieces of a reddened fruit sitting in a crimson red mixture, most of the fruit having been eaten.

“Wait, isn’t that…” Yuusuke glanced at Kuwabara then back to Hiei and Botan.

The fire demon nodded slowly, ushering the pair to the hall with his hand at Botan’s shoulder to push her along. “Quiet,” he warned, sparing a glance over his shoulder at Kurama’s back.

This moment wasn’t for them. And though he didn’t want to leave Kurama to face it alone, the others wouldn’t understand. Hiei sighed under his breath. Of course, he’d be left to explain it to them. Typical.

Once the door had closed, it left Kurama alone with Kazuya and the demoness standing before him. He had to tip his head back to look her in the eyes, her form much taller than his own and possibly even taller than his youko form.

“Little one…” She muttered softly, and the dam of emotion broke within him.

The farthest reaches his memory contained her image, foggy though it might’ve been. Her soft humming distracting him from the storms raging across the rooftop of their den. Tails, warm and comforting, when he needed to find sleep or hid from the dangers that he brought to their doorstep. Never once did she turn from him or abandon him.

She died for him.

And now, she was here.

The Fruit of the Previous Life, it’s scent knew well, and he could smell it on her. She had been here. Right beneath his nose, the entire time.

Kurama shook his head vehemently, relinquishing his composure as he hugged her tightly, clutching the back of her kimono tightly. His shoulders trembled and the burning in his eyes built as wet tears clung to his eyelashes. It was uncomfortable, blurry, and her kimono dampened where they touched.

She did not touch him and for a moment, he worried. Did she not recognize him because she changed? Did she not know him? Was she ashamed of him?

The mess of venomous thoughts were cleared away by a gentle touch. Her hand smoothed over the top of his head, flattening his hair with a few slow pets. Warmth coursed through him as she brushed his hair aside, sharp claws raking against the skin of his nape. She could’ve killed him then. To expose his back, his neck of all things — it was foolish. A sign of trust.

And trust could kill him.

“I thought you were lost to me…” She whispered softly, bending down to press the words into his hair. Her arms wound around him tightly, hugging him impossibly close to her chest. Kurama closed his eyes, grunting softly from the pressure. He felt tiny like this.

“Kurama…” She sighed in the same manner Shiori did when she spoke Shuuichi’s name.

The gentle creak of the chair and a soft thump drew Kurama’s attention to Kazuya slowly making his descent from his perch. From behind his glasses, he looked between them unsurely. Tension in his large frame, he seemed ready to defend Kurama although the youko knew that against the demoness Kazuya would stand no chance. If she wanted to kill him, then she would have.

But she didn’t.

And the same vein of thought seemed to cross Kazuya’s smile as he stood upright.

“… Shiori?”

Her arms tensed. Looking into her eyes, Kurama saw the recognition. The moment of confusion as two souls seemed to merge even further. But it was slow. His mother was here but Shiori — had she forgotten what it was like to be her so quickly?

Her eyes met Kurama’s own and he searched them for remnants of the human woman he’d come to love. True, there was motherly affection and adoration reminiscent of Shiori but she still seemed confused. No doubt the Fruit was still coursing through her. Glancing at Kazuya, Kurama’s gaze flicked toward the door then met his own imploringly. The bespectacled man seemed conflicted, posed to take a step forward but hesitating. Adjusting his glasses though there was no need, he flashed a tight smile.

“Explain it to me later…” He asked softly, sparing one glance at the demoness before making his way across the room, lingering in the doorway for a moment before he left.

Kurama appreciated his haste especially with how confusing this must’ve been for her. And Hiei had ushered the others out. He’d have to thank the fire demon later. Looking up at his mother, his eyes softened as he leant up to nuzzle her before pulling away to look at her properly. “… How did this happen?”

She tilted her head to one side, and her eyes narrowed, gaze flicking to the bowl on the table before the doorway the back to the couch. Easing her arms away from Kurama, she stepped out of his hold and reached for the bowl, bringing it to her nose to sniff.

“… The Fruit of Previous Life,” She said, her voice dazed and further away as she set it down with a slight frown curving her lips. “She… I… ate it.”

Kurama looked up at her with a thoughtful hum. “… This does explain why I was drawn to you when I needed a place to flee…”

Despite the displeasure written across her face, she laughed softly and pressed her fingers to her temple. “Just like when you were young,” she teased, sparing him glance from the corner of her eye.

His heart fluttered and he smiled widely. How long did he want to recount those memories with her? To laugh with her and show her how much he had changed. Seeing her wince again, his smile faltered and he reached up to rest his fingers against her cheek.

“I can’t count the number of times I hid beneath your tails when I infuriated something bigger than me,” he said with a pulse of his youki coursing through her to help ease the pain. Her next chuckle was warmer. Soft thanks in the form of her lips brushing against his knuckles before she stepped away to sit on the couch.

He followed suit, leaning against her with his arms folded across his chest and her body sinking against the cushions to rest easily with her head against his own.

“Oh, I can,” she said, easing her arm around his shoulders. “You always had a habit of practicing what I taught you on the wrong targets…”

He huffed. “To be fair, many things were bigger than me. There were no right targets…”

Although, he had brought her back many small animals to prove that he was just as capable of hunting as she was. Her proud smile was worth the few scrapes and bruises from chasing them.

“Your ego was bigger than most things,” she said with a light tap to his chin, her nose burying in his hair as she nuzzled him. “My little Kurama…”

He closed his eyes, relaxing as he let his form shift. The change was gradual and his mother seemed unpretrubed when he looked up at her with golden eyes. Her tails brushing against his own and her hand squeezing his shoulder, a proud look in her eyes.

“The King of Thieves.”

His ears perked and he could feel his face heating. His youki circling around them like a blanket and her own responding in kind. Covering one another, defending one another.

“… You aren’t disappointed?”

Her head tipped to one side, and she laughed softly. “Why would I be disappointed…?”

“You taught me those skills to survive and I—“

“Survived,” she interjected, pressing her fingers to his chin, tipping his head up. “… Be it far from anyone to say that keeping you was a mistake. You were the best decision I ever made.”

His eyes widened, those words dizzying, leaving him weak and confused but wanting. Unable to stop himself as the question poured forth. “Why did you keep me?” He almost flinched as her smile faltered. “It’s unusual for a youko to care for their kits..”

“Why…” Her gaze drifted from him and her eyes seemed distant, sweeping over the living room as if she was seeing it for the first time. “I was asked that question many times… but never by you.”

When she looked at him, her eyes softened and Kurama wondered what it is that she saw. He doubted that she would give it away to him so easily. His mother’s mind much like his own, a fortress nigh impenetrable when they wanted.

“Let’s see… I suppose we should begin with why I had you,” she nodded to herself as if confirming that was a proper way to start the story. “I’d been alive for millennia, far longer than most, and many offered, made propositions, and tried to sway me. Again and again, I refused but I grew curious in my age and trusted no one enough so I took matters into my own hands…”

It was the same as the story that Inari had told him and the ones that his mother summarized when he was a child. The few stories weaved of her, the Lady of the Moon, visible but far out of reach. None could reach her but he had been the one to hold her hand — to be born from her.

“When I was young, my mother left my siblings and I. And I knew that once you were old enough, I was expected to do the same…” She pressed her fingers to his chin, guiding his head closer, their foreheads touching. “And I refused.”

Her nails raked against his scalp, brushing over the tip of his ears and his eyes fluttered shut. Lost in the hazy warmth of her touch and her hold on him.

“I suppose that the easiest way to summarize is that I loved you… enough to put myself at risk by keeping you with me.”

Kurama closed his eyes tightly, winding his arm around her and hugging her close. The cool fabric of her kimono brushing against his arm and her hand, warm and solid, interlacing with his own.

“You certainly put yourself at risk…”

“Yes, but only fools dared to challenge your mother. And none of them could kill me.”

Kurama smiled, opening his eyes slowly. “… Until the end,” he pointed out quietly.

Her eyes softened and there was a regret there, a burning pain of hurt in his own chest, but the truth was what it’d been. His mother wasn’t invincible. The same as he wasn’t.

“Until the end,” she conceded. “… I thought I could buy you time and I suppose that I had…”

“You certainly did.”

Her eyes narrowed and she pressed her forehead against his own, nuzzling. “I should apologize. That is the first time that I lied to you…” Her hand squeezed his own. “I knew you wouldn’t stay where I left you otherwise and I expected to return. I wanted to return.”

She said nothing for a moment. And in the evening sunlight slanting through the windows, he could see what made her Shiori. The regret in her eyes, and the faint trembling in her shoulders. In the past, he might have held resentment toward her. Come up with any number of reasons to dissuade that his mother hadn’t died that night. That she was somewhere in the Makai, fulfilling her obligations as a youko, allowing him to survive on his own — to let pain be his teacher.

But she had died that night and by some stroke of luck, he found his way home once again.

Kurama reached for her hands, holding them in his own, her claws scraping against his fingers before curling in to her palms. He never noticed it before. But his mother’s hair was a soft shiny silver, as if spun from moonlight, and her eyes reminded him of the sun. She was beautiful and that same beauty, she passed down to him without thought to take it for herself or claim it as her own. He squeezed her hands and slowly, her gaze lifted to meet his own.

“You’re here now,” Kurama insisted with another squeeze of her fingers, this time seeming to bring her attention back to the present, her eyes actually focusing to see him. “And I found you again despite the odds against us.”

Her silence was stifling and her gaze, sharpened with interest and thousands of years of inquisition softened gradually. “That you did…” His mother gave him a look so utterly fond as she sighed those words, bringing his hands to her lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. “The odds are always against us, little one, but that is because we risk and do what others dare not.”

Infamous words. Troublesome ones as well. Kurama could remember many nights where his mother’s teachings would lead them to committing one crime or another, but she insisted upon survival. Frivolity had no place in her teachings. No, that was his own hubris. Her hands slipped from his own and traced along the back of his fingers with a featherlight touch, coming to a rest at his cheeks where she squished his face.

An act no one dared to even think of committing toward Youko Kurama.

Alas, his mother nor Minamino Shiori had been one to follow the norm.

Kurama resisted the urge to groan as his mother squished his cheek and peppered his skin with light kisses.

“Like you, my little kit,” She all but cooed, rubbing her nose against his own. “Growing up so strong.”

Kurama’s tail flicked and he leant against her hands, seeking that familiar warmth. Her laughter, deep and warm, blanketed him just as easily as her youki seeping out frothier like the vapor from a kettle.

“A very good thing too…” She said, pressing another kiss to the middle of his forehead. “You’re far too big to be hiding beneath my tails.”

Kurama scoffed, cracking his eyes open as he smiled at her playfully. “Unfortunately, but this means I can protect you.”

Her smile falls gradually and Kurama could feel his heart plummeting. When he was young, she would entertain his notions of protecting her and fighting for her. Telling him that he should take what he learns from her, grow stronger, and defend himself. But he was a child. A child that loved his mother dearly. He would’ve done everything and anything for her.

I knew you wouldn’t stay where I left you.

In hindsight, it was so obvious why his mother smiled so much. Pressed kisses to his fingers. Urged him to use the shadows and nature as his protector and weapon. She was preparing him for the da that he would have to go without. Because life inevitably took without discrimination.

It might have been childish. No, it surely was. But he was stronger now. He could protect her. He would protect her.

“Just as you did when I was ill?”

The words were said so softly and with such grace that he almost didn’t miss the implication. His mother was never ill, youko rarely contracted sickness in that sense. Only Shiori ha—

Kurama’s eyes widened and met his mother’s own. Her own gaze impassive and she looked unbothered by the realization or how startled Kurama must’ve seemed.

“… You’re…. aware of that time…?”

“Quite a bit.”

Though she seemed nonchalant, her touches were anything but. Purposeful sweeps over his cheeks and beneath his eyes, her hands resting at his shoulders, exploring the length of his arms and his hands. He’’d felt Shiori do this before. Casually checking him for injury while he talked to her about his day or hers. Her attention solely on him for both his comfort and his safety.

While it’d been irritating to begin with —

— It’d been her all along.

“I remember death creeping upon me and wondering what would happen,” she said, adjusting the sleeve of Kurama’s clothes, rubbing the white fabric thoughtfully between her forefinger and thumb. “Forlorn Hope’s words, and you.”

Kurama could think of nothing to say as his mother held his hand on her knee, gently gliding her fingers over his knuckles. Her gaze remained locked with his own but she was no longer seeing him. Kurama swallowed thickly. Where was she now in her mind?

That hospital room?

On the verge of death?

She continued as if unaware of his youki’s spiking though her own eased around his, as if she was holding him .“Hiei spoke about the Artifacts when my illness began to show and after I was hospitalized, you were gone for a day or two..” Her eyes fluttered shut and she sighed so airily that Kurama shivered. “I resisted death as much as possible, but staying awake was exhausting… and sleeping forever was appealing…”

He didn’t want to speak of this. Not that time when he was convinced he would lose everything. Hiei. His mother. All the things that made his human life bearable. Which made him feel as if he were complete rather than going in between. Her hand squeezed his own and when he focused, he could see the warmth in her eyes.

She was calling him back home.

Far from the reaches of memories that could harm him. Though the confession lingered on his tongue, saying it out loud would be an admittance that Kurama was wary of. His mother was patient, and that was never-changing. How was he to tell her that his definition of love had changed? That as long as the happiness of those around him was secured — he would sacrifice life and limb.

It wasn’t often but Kurama found himself speechless and his mother’s patience wore down at his resolve til he conceded with a heavy sigh.

“If it hadn’t been for Yuusuke’s interference, I would have met my end,” Kurama admitted with reluctance. His mother nodding slowly and despite her calm, the flicker of pain in golden eyes wrenches at his heart.

His mother seemed to go through a sequence of emotions all at once, too quickly for him to analyze. The one she settles on is acceptance and the sadness radiates from her in waves. “Remind me to thank him,” she said softly, words hollow and steeped in regret. Of what, Kurama wasn’t sure and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

“And you, my son…” Her hand touched his cheek, startling him from her thoughts, the light touch tracing over the curve of his jaw then up to the side of his head, stopping shy of one of his ears. “Are far too much like me.”

Pride etched with regret wove tightly together in those words and Kurama reached up to hold his mother’s hand tightly.

“Of course I am,” he insisted, squeezing her hand and bringing it to his cheek, leaning into her palm. “… You saved me, mother.”

A loud clatter from the kitchen startled them both and their eyes transfixed on the light from the kitchen doorway. Soft cursing along with shuffling feet came from down the hall before it silenced.

“Your father is going to wear a hole in the floor with all the pacing he’s doing,” his mother said with a sigh, rubbing her fingers over the bridge of her nose. Her energy spiked with pain and Kurama tried to ease it with another pulse of his youki before moving from her side.

“I’ll go get him.”

“Mm, you may want to change back, kit…” His mother pointed out as she curled up on one end of the couch, pressing her fingers to her temple. “Kazuya is understanding but familiarity may help him.”

Kurama had never asked his mother’s opinion on humans before. She never truly spoke of the Ningenkai outside of stories. And Inari was quick to tell him lucrative tales but nothing too enticing that would cause him to wander. Hiei’s opinion of humans wasn’t necessarily high but his mother had lived for millennia. What did she see when she looked at him in his human form?

Slowly, he turned back, looking to her as silver and gold became red and green. Her eyes opened. Likely alerted by the change in his energy. But she smiled at him faintly then waved her hand. A signal for him to go but no refusal. His eyes softened and he gave a curt nod, turning to follow the sound of Kazuya’s pacing. His knuckles tapping gently against the doorframe.

“Father?”

Kazuya’s head whipped around at the sound of Kurama’s voice, unshed tears glazing his eyes. With his glasses in one hand and his other occupied with wiping down the spilled tea on the counter, he cleared his throat and suppressed a sniffle. Salt tinged the air and Kurama’s eyes softened. Carefully, he averted his gaze to give the man a moment to gather himself.

He was no stranger to his stepfather’s tears. Kazuya was a man unafraid to cry when need be. An emotional response that Shiori was grateful for and quick to hold him through. Numerous times, the bespectacled man urged him to be honest with his own feelings.

Cry when he felt he needed — happy, sad, or angry.

Smile when he wanted to — and never when someone demanded it of him.

Respect for Hatanaka Kazuya came quickly. He was a good man who stood with his mother throughout her illness and later on with the ups and downs of life. Even going so far to marry her after the disastrous end of his previous marriage.

How would they get through this?

What questions would he have?

Kurama’s eye twitched at the thought of him rejecting his mother. Of course, Kazuya was human. It was natural to feel betrayal when one’s partner didn’t reveal something to them but Kurama’s natural instinct was to protect his mother.

And protect her he would.

“Shuuichi?” Kazuya called, his voice close to breaking and laden with tears. Kurama looked up, bracing himself for what to come. “How is your mother? Is she okay?”

Hunched over the kitchen counter with the damp rag in hand, his hand trembling as he pulled his glasses on and pushed them up to rest against his nose. He was in pain but it wasn’t from betrayal. Kurama’s guard steadily fell.

“Sensations are a bit intense for her, and she may experience headaches but she will be fine,” Kurama explained as he shifted slightly to the right, trying to find a better view of his father’s face.

“… Is she still…”

Kurama braced himself against the doorway, the wood pressing into his hand as he leant against it. Although he loved his mother as she was, it didn’t matter to him the form. He wanted to press that ideal into Kazuya, help him realize, but these things took time.

“It will take time before she is able to return to her human form.”

Kazuya inhaled sharply, holding the breath with a firm nod. “Alright…” he exhaled in a burst of air, nodding. “Alright…”

With a small sigh, Kurama stepped into the room and ambled over to Kazuya’s side. His hand gently resting against the man’s trembling shoulder. “She is still the same woman, father. Though she may appear different, she’s still the one you fell in love with.”

Like this, he couldn’t help but wonder how it was for Hiei to see him in his other form as he had. The fire demon had always looked at him with a sort of compassion, even gentleness. But when he emerged from his fight after reverting back to his human form, Hiei looked at him with something akin to awe. Kurama did have fears — that Hiei preferred one form over the other, that he thought him weaker now that he knew the power he used to possess, that he was unsatisfied with him and the life he chose.

But the fire demon held him closer in the quiet of their hotel room, pressed kisses to his skin and muttered that he was beautiful. Compliments weren’t unheard of in his old life or the new, but the genuine unprompted ones snuck beneath his guard.

And the fire demon himself held secrets he was unaware of or perhaps resented. But he was no less in Kurama’s eyes either.

After a moment, Kazuya sighed and buried his head in his hands, musing up his short dark brown hair. “Was she always like this?” He asked, though he sounded less indignant and more worried. “I’ve never seen her like this before…”

Kurama hummed softly. His mother was always quite self-sufficient. She didn’t so much as need Kazuya as she wanted him at her side. If she wanted to handle something on her own, then she would.

“She’s always been this way, but it’s been.. Hidden. Many of her memories were scattered, and her awareness is questionable. The fruit she ate forced the change and returned her to her original form.”

Glancing down at the bespectacled man sympathetically, Kurama startled when Kazuya bolted upright to look at him. His skin flushed around his ears and his cheeks, and an almost shy look on his face as he scratched at the back of his neck.

“And she’s quite tall…”

Kurama chuckled. That was one thing that Hiei and Kazuya had in common, commenting about a youko’s height. “She is a youko. You’ve seen how large I am in my proper form.”

“A youko…” Kazuya folded his arms as he bent forward, pushing the rag aside to free room for him to lean. “Is she�� angry?”

Kurama tipped his head to one side, glancing up at the ceiling. His mother didn’t seem angry with Kazuya. A bit unaware of his presence but her senses were taking time to adjust. If anything, she seemed as she usually did. Calmly in love with him and aware of his faults and her own shortcomings.

“No.” Kurama said, suppressing a smile when Kazuya sagged with obvious relief. “Confused, perhaps, and likely in pain but not angry.”

Kazuya flinched at the mention of pain and stood upright, Kurama’s hand falling from his shoulder as he brushed past. Hesitating in the doorway but his muscles trembled and he forced himself to move. Watching his retreating back, Kurama smiled.

Humans truly were a resilient bunch and love itself had fairly little boundaries when true.

#yu yu hakusho #yyh #kurahi #kurama #hiei #shiori minamino #kazuya hatanaka #a mother's love #fanfiction #my fanfiction

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nessieinthefez · 6 years

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I might be living in a Maggie Stiefvater novel

Here’s what’s happened:

Two weekends ago - me + boyfriend + my parents head to a historical reenactment (http://feastofthehuntersmoon.org/) early in the still-dark morning of rural Indiana, but halfway there the car’s breaks start burning. We stop at a Napa Auto Parts, dad runs in, and the folks there point us toward a car shop a few miles away, and say they will call ahead to let the shop know we’re coming. By the time we get to the shop--Dan’s Garage--the breaks are smoking. The folks there say that if the folks from Napa hadn’t given them a heads up, they wouldn’t have been able to see us. Dan’s Garage has a shop kitty. Her name is Sassy and she was originally a gift to her owner’s mother, but Sassy picked the daughter--now the front desk woman at Dan’s Garage--instead. Sassy is very friendly and she has the bluest eyes.

While the car is being fixed we walk down the road to the local history museum, the Putnam County Museum (https://www.putnamcountymuseum.org/). We luck out and get in an hour before they open because there just so happens to be a barn preservation presentation going on, and so the woman who runs the museum was there early. We learn a lot about hames (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hames).

Shortly before the car is done, dad heads back to the garage and mom + boyfriend + I walk up to the downtown square to check out the shops and farmers market. We stop at a gift shop/boutique called Conspire (https://www.conspireindiana.com/) that just so happens to stock art made by one of my + boyfriend’s coworkers (http://www.vincentdesjardins.com/index.html). The owner of Conspire also knows the owner of Gather (https://gathershoppe.com/) which is where my best friend (@winedarkroses) works.

Car gets done, we decide to skip on the reenactment because by this point it’s hot and all the parking spots within a mile of the event will be full (no I’m not exaggerating). So we go antique shopping instead. Mom takes us to a shop I’ve never been to before.

And it looks like this:

Floor to ceiling packed with STUFF. Narrow aisles, dimly lit rooms, pervasive smell of age and mildew. If you forget to look up, you miss some of the character of the place. Such as this ceiling puzzle and flickering light.

AND IT JUST KEEPS GOING. Every time you think you've found the last room you turn a corner and find another, and find yourself staring at multiple mannequins wearing 1970s-style wedding dresses.

Some of the stuff is your average antiques and not-antique junk you usually see in shops like this. But some of it is this:

All of the stuff are cast off memories of people both living and dead that I'll never meet. And together it makes a shrine to the variety of human life, from the beautiful to the baffling. Mom ends up buying two library tables which had been discounted since the last time she saw them there, possibly because they were covered with STUFF. We go home.

Last weekend - I help mom and my aunt with a wellness retreat they’re putting on. Spirit dolls are made, introspective journalling is done, my aunt gives reiki sessions, and 11 women get to know each other over the course of three days. I am the cook. The retreat is held in an Airbnb-ed mansion overlooking a lake in a different part of rural Indiana. The house has too many light switches, several locked doors that lead to unseen rooms, and family/baby pictures of people who no longer live there hanging on a wall/set above the fireplace (I hid these before the retreat participants arrived). The decor of the house is very Hobby Lobby circa 1995. The Christmas tree is left up year round. It reaches to the balcony on the second floor, and only one strand of lights at the very bottom still works. One cabinet in the upstairs living room has a set of mystery novels in it. I think they were either Christmas or choir themed. One cabinet in the downstairs living room has a 10 VHS set of Little Rascals, as well as a baby’s headband, a pair of earrings, and a single toy soldier. The drawers in the bathrooms have random stuff in them, such as napkin rings and part of a vacuum hose attachment.

Today - I met the most Gansey-like demeanor-ed human I’ve ever met.

CONCLUSION: I am possibly living in an @maggie-stiefvater novel

#maggie stiefvater #life #stories #is this the real life

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xerxixez · 3 years

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Chapter 4

Sara awoke still slightly groggy with the feeling of sand in the corners of her eyes. She realized it was daylight but by the way the sun showed threw the windows it couldn't have been much more than an hour or two past dawn. She slowly sat up and saw that her grandfather was sitting at the table reading a book with intensity she had never seen in his eyes before. Nick was still asleep and she realized he had been more tired and sleeping longer and longer as of late. Nathan was sitting at the table to the side of grandfather whittling away at a piece of wood with an old fixed blade knife not much larger than the palm of his eight year old hand. She yawned slightly as she stood up and walked to the table to see what her grandfather was reading. "Grandfather, what are" is all she got out before she was interrupted "Dont call me that girl, whats wrong with you? Do you truly wish me to feel that old? my name is Zack, not grandfather!" She stood there a little off balance not knowing what to think, "Well i cant just call you by your name you are my grandparent, calling you by your name is disrespectful. What am i supposed to call you then?" Zack never looked up at Sara, never even took his eyes off his book, but simply said, " Pops you can call me Pops that will do for me." "Pops then," she said with a snarl not liking the sound of it but conceding that it was his prerogative to be called as he wished, " what is it you are reading?" "Ohh just a bit of studying. He has me confused and i'm trying to figure something out." Zack said jestering towards Nick. " I don't understand Pops." Sara quietly said trying to keep quite so that Nick would not be awoken. She pulled out the chair directly in front of Zack spinning it around so that the back of the chair was facing the table and sat down facing her grandfather laying her chin on her forearms that were crossed across the top of the back of the chair. She looked at Zack waiting for him to explain some more. Zack looked up at her closing his book with a loud slam causing Nick to jolt upright and look around, "It doesn't matter lets talk, i wish to know where your father is and why you three are here in this place with me alone with out him" Nathan never looked up or even flinched but simply said in a mono toned voice of indifference, " Hes dead, he died for nothing and will never come home." The floor creaked ever so slightly as Nick sat up and stared at the fire. Sara looked at Nathan with incredulity, still having trouble believing that Nathan could be so nonchalant about their fathers death. "He was called by the baron to go to war, we received letter nearly four months ago that he was missing presumed dead. We were to no longer receive any money for his military services. We knew that we would all starve to death if we didn't find somewhere else to live, and we figured u were the only family we had left. So we headed out once we got everything ready and here we are" Zack some how seemed to look more confused than she knew one individual could possibly look. "War? What war? Sense when have we been at war?" "When was the last time you went to town grand... Pops?" she questioned him not believing that he truly had no idea about the war that had ben waging for nearly two and a half years now. Zack tapped his fingers on his left hand on the table as he thought. When was the last time? He wasn't sure, he had everything he needed here. What he didn't have he either didn't need or could make. Now that he thought about it, the last time he had been in town was when his goat had died and he needed to get another one, and that was what? Maybe three years ago. "I suppose it has been close to three years now." Zack responded "So you have no idea what is going on in the world right now do you?" Sara questioned Zack simply shrugged his shoulders and sipped from his coffee cup in front of him. "Well this might take a few minutes to explain then" Sara said as her grandfather nodded and motioned for her to continue on. "Where to start" She murmured under her breath as she thought "Well about the time you decided to remove yourself from the world three years ago or so a warlord appeared out of nowhere and united all eleven tribes of Camarilia. He is called Salisor after the last warlord of Camarilia who's death two thousand years ago ushered in the Camarilian wars that lasted almost fifty years and ended with the dissolution of the empire and broke the empire up into its eleven tribes." "Six months after the reunification of Camarilia the son of Salisor disappeared. Apparently Salisor believed he was abducted by King Tuin. Of course the King denied the accusations yet Salisor did not believe him and attacked the town of Kalin. King Tuin would never allow any nation to attack his kingdom but wished not for war. He responded by sending an emissary to the Camarilians requesting them to leave the nation of Shinaru immediately. Salisor responded by sending the emissary back strapped to his horse without a head." "King Tuin attacked and the war has been raging for nearly two and a half years now." "And with your fathers military background the Baron made sure to put him in charge of the cavalry didn't he?" Zack asked knowingly Sara nodded "Do we know who is in charge of the army?" Zack wondered Sara shook her head, her father had only said that he was requested on the front line with the cavalry. Zack took a deep breath and sighed heavily "Where is the war front right now?" "Farion" Nathan shouted out being so happy to be able to put himself into the conversation finally. "Farion?! That's only a weeks walk from here, and u think its safe for you three to travel here?" Zack looked at Sara in disbelief "We had no where else to go Pops" Sara spurted out. Nick grabbed a split log from beside the hearth and tossed a it into the fire place causing little glowing embers to erupt from the dieing coals. As he stood up and walked over to join everyone at the table he swayed a small amount from his sleepiness. Zack nodded "Well your all here and to be honest i could use some help around here." Zack looked around the small shack " But i don't think that this place is big enough to fit all of us comfortably. After breakfast the boys and I will begin to remedy that problem and we should be done with that in a few days." "Alright boys do you know how to use an ax?" Zack asked Nathan replied "We chopped a lot of logs at dads house to keep the house warm if that is what you mean." Holding back a slight giggle Zack chuckled "Well that is close enough i have several axes and between your muscle and my magic we can expand this house pretty fast." "You my girl will not be able to help us your reiki needs to replenish, you nearly drained it completely. Coincidentally you are exactly what is needed around here." pointing at Sara Zack continued "Look at this place it has no woman's touch, you my girl are the first female to walk threw that door sense your grandmother passed away nearly fifteen years ago." Zack slowly pointed at each of them in turn as he continued "Each one of you will be taking classes and learning to use your reiki if you are to stay here. I will not have a non educated person in my house. Each of you will learn more than one language, and each of you will learn to read and write in those languages along with our native tongue. Is that understood?" Nathan, Nick and Sara all looked at each other and back to there grandfather and nodded unable to speak due to there shock. They had not expected this. Their grandfather had never truly been in there life much and they were unaware that he was so learned. "Good, and one last thing." Zack smirked " Each of you will learn to defend your selves physically. Each of you will learn to use blunt, ranged, and edged weapons of all kinds. There are a lot of things in these woods," he twirled his finger above his head " that could kill any of you until your able to protect yourselves you will not leave the immediate area surrounding this house. Those hell hounds you encountered were just babies, harmless in comparison to an adult hell hound, and one of the least dangerous creatures in these woods. I live in these woods for multiple reasons." He counted off each on his fingers as he went " One, no one and i mean no one has the gall to wander these woods so they are unlikely to ever find this house on there own, how you guys found your way so close to here must of been the act of Shira herself looking out for you. Two, these woods are the outer boundaries, north of us is the mountains of Kalidar, we are at the edge of the world so people can only come from one direction to get to us, South. And Three, the best apples known to man grow wild everywhere around here. Mostly because of the apples." "Questions?" He asked

#book #my story #story #short story

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whatamidoingwithmylifeman · 3 years

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MK OC Randomness part 4

HEEEEEEEY here's part 4. My ocs belong to me, others belong to midway/NRS. (also I'm just gonna do all my Black dragon stuff in here as well) tw/cw for mentions of trauma enjoy

*before finding his cousins and Blaze*

Reiki: One of you will betray me tonight

Taven: Is it me Reiki?

Reiki: No, it's not you Taven.

Michiko: Is it me darling?

Reiki: No it's not you either love.

Daegon: Is it me Reiki?

Reiki: *Mockingly* iS iT mE rEiKi ?

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Red: Hey Ryder, guess what?

Ryder: What?

Red: No you gotta guess!

Ryder: I don't know. What?

Red: Your shop's on fire.

Ryder: WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME GUESS THAT!?

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Klaudia: You call it, trauma. I call it, spicy memories!

Erron: *sobbing* Please see a therapist!

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Megumi: My usual approach is 40% distractions and 20% work.

Tasia: What about the other 20?

Megumi: Trying to figure out why the fuck I'm so bad at math!

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Kristy: Alright kiddos, who has the braincell today?

Megumi, Ayeka, and Tremor: Terra

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Sektor: Oh Michiko, my wonderful sister, can I bother you for a second?

Michiko: I mean you always do, but sure.

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Tomas: Would it kill you not to take 40 minute showers?

Michiko: Physically? No. Mentally? The toll would be catastrophic.

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Shariah: Name a way to be nice to others.

Nyx: Don't kill them.

Shariah: Setting the bar a little low, but I'll allow it.

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*Before finding out she was half vampire/half dragon*

Raiden: You are the worse human I have ever met!

Illythia: I would be offended if I were human.

Raiden: What?

Illythia: What!

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Kronika and the One Being: *exist*

Fuyuka: Congratulations, you've traumatized me.

(thank @yuvononik for that joke)

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Kristy, in college: Writing a paper with ADHD is so much fun!

Vera: How so?

Kristy: Well one minute I'm distracted by the birds outside and then the next I'm writing at the speed of 100 km/h with the intensity of a huge lightning storm!

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Tremor: What's the first thing you notice about a man when he approaches you.

Megumi: The audacity.

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Bi-Han: Hey Michiko, what are you doing?

Michiko: Making muffins for Sektor.

Bi-Han: I thought you hated your brother?

Michiko: *deadpans at him while dumping poison into the mix* I do.

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Shinnok: I have something I need to get off my chest.

Charu: Is it your shirt?

Shinnok: What? N-

Charu: Please tell me it's your shirt.

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Charu: Hey, can you help me with my zipper?

Shinnok: Of course!

Charu: ..

Shinnok: ..

Charu: Up Shinnok. Up.

Shinnok: Right! Sorry.

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*3 am*

Shinnok: I REALLY LIKE YOU!

Charu: I REALLY LIKE YOU TOO!

Shinnok: WE SHOULD GO ON A DATE SOMETIME!

Charu: WHEN!?

Shinnok: WHENEVER'S GOOD FOR YOU!

Charu: THE WINTER SOLISTICE IS IN THREE DAYS!

Shinnok: ALRIGHT SOUNDS GOOD! SEE YOU THEN!

Cetrion: *sipping some lavender tea to try to go back to sleep* Good for them. I'll have to tell Fuyuka in the morning.

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*at the tournament*

Cyrax: Hey Chika! Come over here!

Michiko: *walks over to him and Sektor* Hey Cy, what's up?

Sektor: *bouncing up and down happily* You remember all the screaming matches you and dad used to get into when you were a kid?

Michiko: *sighs* I just want one childhood memory I don't have to repress.

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Old LK GM: *screams*

Kid Michiko: *screams louder to assert dominance*

Older teen Hydro: Should somebody this?

Kid Sektor with some candy: No I wanna see who wins!

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Megumi: *wakes up screaming*

Ayeka: *bolting up* What!? What happened!?

Megumi: I had a nightmare where I asked you out and your said you were straight.

Ayeka: *shudders*

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Scorpion: Arctic you'll be alright. *goes to put an arm around her in comfort*

Michiko: Touch me again and I'll kill you and your fucking family

Scorpion: *pulls his arm away scared* Alright.

*a few minutes later*

Scorpion: HEY WAIT A MINUTE-

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Havik: Melantha, Melantha, Melantha. Look I get it. You had a really bad day. You're stressed out. 7 people died

Melantha: TWELVE PEOPLE!

Havik: Not the point. Look they're dead now. And really, who's fault is it?

Melantha: YOURS!

Havik: That's right. No ones.

@yuvon

@toomanyf4ndoms7

@dontunderestimatemypoison

@deepinthefog

@maddenedroses

@feistyfandomthings

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martinatkins · 4 years

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Reiki Therapy Perth Super Genius Cool Tips

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