The legendary half-youmu
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✵: lost and found? /// [✴] Akihito & (little) Agnès

wherethewindleads:

The young girl instinctively backed away from the stranger, hastily drying her tears. But the odd man knelt to meet her eyes, and with a soothing voice inquired of her welfare.

The vestaling was unable to answer, instead looking up at the older man in bewilderment. She had certainly not seen anyone like him before in Ancheim—perhaps, he was a foreigner?

Still, the young Agnes opened her mouth and spoke shakily, puffing her chest slightly for air.

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"You look weird, mister."

     A foreigner wandering around people’s minds indeed.

     Agnès’s comment manages to get a chuckle out of the boy, his smile growing a little wider as well. 

     “I guess that must be the reason as to why I keep on being stared at, then.” He glances off to one side, just to check if there still are people giving him weird looks at the moment. Which, would be a yes. But he’s learned to pay no mind already, his gaze shifting back to the little girl as he remarks,

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     “This is a pretty huge city, don’t you think? Are you lost?”

✠ reborn

senshokami:

A god, yet a child. The only difference between a mortal and herself would have been their positions, her already having many responsibilities to be carried out. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to fear in doing them all by herself. Until she reached an age in which proved her independence, her lead Shinki would be the one carrying out most of her duties. While she needn’t worry of taking all the burden alone, she felt as if something was missing. A sensation of what was lost, and she couldn’t find it.

Now her attention directed at the blonde who approached her closer, several blinks were made, waiting for an answer until she received one. Oh! So he was part of her clan. Even though her members had drastically decreased from the process of exile and death by blight, the remains were still enough to form a small family. The newborn hadn’t had the opportunity to recall each face and name, however, therefore she needed time to process all of them into her head.

Lilac optics glistened at him, though soon darkened once asked of her condition. How was she doing? She didn’t seem to have an appropriate answer for it, considering she only arrived moments ago. Baffled, and yet she felt emptiness inside of her. A shell of a divine soul, a start of developing her so-called self.

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"I’m lonely," she dully replied, eyes now matched at the same level. He was her Shinki, right? Then that would mean he possessed the ability in turning into an object, or if better, an animal! A rush of excitement rushing through her, she didn’t hesitate any longer in asking.

"What’s your name? I’d wish to summon you myself to see what kind of weapon you’d become!"

     Akihito was about to comfort the goddess upon seeing the sad gaze she had, but was taken back when she had suddenly demanded something of him out of the blue.

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     W-Weapon?

     At least now, he has a pretty vague idea of what a shinki is.

     His eyes glance away from the excited child before him, and in a slight state of panic, quickly starts looking for a way to escape the predicament he’s gotten himself into. His mind goes through a flurry of excuses, trying to see which one would possibly work best in this situation.

     “Well… I’d tell you, but… can you promise to do it later? I’m kinda… pretty embarrassed about it, actually.” He said in a sheepish tone of voice, whilst faking a smile as well. Though, he kinda seems more desperate rather than embarrassed from the look in his eyes. Hopefully she doesn’t notice.

     He is so lucky that he isn’t able to sting Bishamon at all, with all these lies he’s spouting out at the moment. Akihito would be a terrible shinki, that’s for sure.

✵ The mirror reflects the soul, which frays along the divide… (Closed event RP with Meganest-youmu

halfghostlydream:

"… Isn’t a memory effectively the same as a dream? At least, now it is. Since, I’m not remembering it, but acting differently from what happened. And you couldn’t be in my memory. So, it’s changed from a memory to a dream. … These are my swords, by the way. It’s kind of an obvious thing to say, but…" She lowers Roukanken’s sheath, quickly putting the handle in her left hand, and pushes the blade out a little, by it’s guard. It’s obvious that she’s quite proud of it. "This Sword is Roukanken.The hamon is really beautiful, I think. It was forged for me."

Next, she sheaths that sword, and shows the blade of the Hakuroken. It has a straight blade. “This is Hakuroken. It is my family’s sword, passed down through generations. It can slice through confusion. … It can still kill people. My Grandad recieved it when he defeated his elder in a duel, and I… Uhm, he went away and left this…” It’s kind of obvious how she feels about that.

     She’s right about that, actually. Though he refrains from arguing any further and chooses to listen instead, seeing as the subject has moved onto her weapons. A nod of the head to show that he agrees; Roukanken’s hamon being quite endearing that is.

     It can slice through confusion?

While he wouldn’t admit that he’s gotten confused himself, he does think that sounded pretty cool. Then, the little smile he had turns into a frown, hesitantly reaching his hand out to give her a pat on the back as an act of comfort, yet decides against it, causing him to look a little awkward as his arm hangs by his side once again. It doesn’t change the fact that he feels quite pitiful for her. He can relate to her situation a little bit, although not completely. Having parental figures leave you is still a huge drag.

sellona started following you

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First of all, why

femaleprincecharming:

meganest-youmu:

//IT IS NICKNAMED ‘ETERNAL SUFFERING’ FOR A REASON

But really though I’m getting a bad feeling that the last episode’s going to be rushed and all, I mean, wrapping up an entire series just like that in the span of 20 minutes and so kiiinda sounds impossible for me.

On the other hand, auSTRALIA??? WHAT MADE RIN DO THIS AND WHAT’S WITH THE LETTER. DID HE AND MAKOTO PLAN SOMETHING. I’M DYING TO KNOW

*SOBS FOR ETERNITY* AS LONG AS MOMO IS HAPPY THOUGH, I SHOULD BE HAPPY—!

that’s why i’m surprise it’s going to end next week. okay woh there bro, you are going to Australia, need to talk feelings out, go back to Japan, do Nationals, AND THEN graduation all in 1 episode *at least that’s how it’s been playing in my head* 
i heard a rumor that their was going to be this week and next week’s episode…and I really hope that’s the case, but if last season ended at 12, then this one should as well… all my anime’s are ending this week!!

*flails* I KNOW MAKOTO HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT RIN IS THE LAST HOPE IN RESTORING THE FRIENDSHIP I HOPE THAT’S THE CASE I NEED THEM TO BE FRIENDS AND THEN I WON’T BE SO MAD AT FUTURE FISH!! XD

WHAT HAPPENED TO PYUNSUKE THO. DID SOUSUKE SET PYUN FREE. ALAS WE MIGHT NEVER KNOW

I’m kinda afraid that the last episode’ll end in one major cliffhanger tbh =n=; I bet you that everyone’d be so frustrated on so many levels if that ever happened

I have high hopes that everything is going to turn out okay though this is Free! we’re talking about here iT ALWAYS ENDS UP HAPPY. HOPEFULLY

femaleprincecharming said: (YOU MAKING ME REALIZE THIS MAKES ME SUFFER SO MUCH—HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE THERE IS SO MUCH THAT NEEDS TO BE EXPLAINED THOUGH!!! my otp has been hurt and they need to talk it out. D:

//IT IS NICKNAMED ‘ETERNAL SUFFERING’ FOR A REASON

But really though I’m getting a bad feeling that the last episode’s going to be rushed and all, I mean, wrapping up an entire series just like that in the span of 20 minutes and so kiiinda sounds impossible for me.

On the other hand, auSTRALIA??? WHAT MADE RIN DO THIS AND WHAT’S WITH THE LETTER. DID HE AND MAKOTO PLAN SOMETHING. I’M DYING TO KNOW

I’m suddenly hit with the crippling realization that the new episode of Free!Eternal Summer would be the last one

//sobs for a while then rolls off to his drafts

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✠ reborn

senshokami:

         Reincarnation. A process in which an individual is reborn into a new entirety.

Once awaken from darkness, the young creation knew of nothing. The only recollection she had with her was her presence as of now, and many words of praise from desperate ones that called her name. Then a firm, intimidating voice was directed at her, informing of her past self and who she was.

"The God of War, Bishamonten. You have been reincarnated upon the fatality of your past self in result of blight. Thou will have clemency on yourself, and not repeat history like your decayed form. Or you will only suffer the consequences again."

From within the crowd that was shrouded by blackness, murmurs were heard that echoed around her.

"What a stupid woman she was… To blight herself because of that many distrusting Shinki-" "This is why I only own a few-" "How pitiful of a fate she had…"

Ah, had her former self caused that much distress to everyone? She would have apologized, though the child didn’t know where to begin. Only a single nod given as a response, she made a vow in never allowing herself to go through such events again. In an instant, there was already something she knew- this was her fault. Being dismissed by the Heavenly counsel, she looked up at her appointed Shinki that bared a grim look. Everyone around her, she was making everyone feel terrible.

Gaze shifted into an unsatisfied one, nervously grasping on her heavy chest. If only she knew this other Bishamonten, if only she was able to see how bad she was, then perhaps she would be able to make a judgement of her. Alas, she hadn’t even explored the world yet and here she was, oblivious and too naive.

Given permission to wander off for a while once they reached their mansion, curiosity got the best of her as she began to wander through the gardens located behind the building. The newborn deity then halted, noticing a being across from her peripheral view.

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"Are you my Shinki?"

     To be a shinki is to pledge your loyalty to your one and only master. This would be quite a huge privilege, working under a god and serving them. But being a god’s regalia, of course, is also a relentless long-lasting test of abstinence from committing any vile actions of sin. To blight your own master is the near equivalent of asking to be labeled as nothing but a ‘disgrace’, one of the possible punishments being exile. Another punishment is to be forever branded as a stray, shunned by all gods and all fellow shinki alike.

     Luckily enough, he wouldn’t have to experience any of those kinds of hardships at all.

     The lone figure remained to themself as they stood in the middle of a garden, lost in the train of thoughts running through their head while enjoying the peaceful tranquility of the environment surrounding them.

     Though that train screeches to a stop as a voice suddenly makes itself known, causing the blonde to turn around and see what would be— the God of War herself, newly reincarnated. Sadly, Akihito remains quite oblivious to that fact, eyes nervously darting away for a second before glancing back to the goddess. 

     “… Yes, I am.” He said, a little hesitantly as he lied through his teeth. Having no absolute knowledge as to what a shinki is at all, he decides to play along instead. This is a memory, right? Just another memory of yet another stranger… or so he believes it to be.

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     Walking over then crouching just so it’s easier for Bishamon to look at him, his lips curl up into a friendly smile as he asks, “How are you doing?”

✵: lost and found? /// [✴] Akihito & (little) Agnès

wherethewindleads:

She had been told not to stray from the mother vestal’s side, she had been told to hold her hand as they walked through the city, and yet the young girl found herself in the middle of the desert City of Ancheim, with people bustling to and fro and the sounds of windmills turning from overhead. 

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The child called out for the mother vestal weakly, looking in every which direction as she walked. For a child, especially one alone and lost, the world looked threateningly large, and the little vestaling was almost on the verge of tears.

She squeaked as a passerby nearly trampled on her, making her lose balance in the process of dodging it, falling on her hands and knees.

A sob escaped the young girl’s lips.

"M-Mother vestal……? Where are you….?"

And then, a shadow cast over her— looking up, she saw a young man with blonde hair, and clothes she had never seen before.

meganest-youmu 

     It seems that the schoolboy has been frequently sucked into multiple people’s minds and memories, both strangers and acquaintances alike. He doesn’t mean to poke his head in somebody else’s business, it just keeps on happening somehow. 

     Clueless on how to even get out of this place, Akihito aimlessly wandered around, gaining some looks from fellow passersby as well. He clearly stuck out in public like a sore thumb, though he tries to ignore a great multitude of curious gazes he’s been receiving from Ancheim’s citizens for quite a while now.

     The sight of a little girl on the ground catches his attention, and from the goodness of his heart, he decides to help out the poor girl. She seems to be lost too, anyways.

     He crouches so that it’s easier for Agnès to talk to him, whilst he spoke in a soft tone of voice and with a kind smile on, in an attempt to try and pacify the child.

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     “Hey there, are you alright?”



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