// Nashetania - Verses

// sanada nobuyuki - verses

{ Brave 10 S } –                    ( ver ) .stern╰☆╮(❝Sanada Nobuyuki❞)

      Sanada Nobuyuki, the Lord of Numata… and unfortunately for him? The older brother of the troublemaker, Yukimura. He is very different from his brother. A busy man, he takes his job very seriously. He also takes their fathers mission into account far more than his brother ever did: The mission? To make sure the Sanada family line survives, no matter what. He’s also a married man, married to young Komatsu-hime, his light. Often times? The serious man can be found working… ether his page or his wife at his side.

{ Younger Years } –                   ( ver ) .calm╰☆╮(❝Sanada Nobuyuki❞)

      This particular verse falls around the time he first met the Unno twins, when they were being assigned their pages- And? Around the time he allowed his brother to choose the method that their pages were chosen. He is still very serious, however? He’s a little more relaxed around this time, but? Not by much. This was when he was first getting to know the young page, and getting used to having him around- Debating just how much help the other would truly be to him.

{ War Years } –                  ( ver ) .warrior╰☆╮(❝Sanada Nobuyuki❞)

      This particular verse takes place with him during his waring era. Because of this? Don’t expect to find him in a particularly wonderful mood. He takes his job very seriously, and? Is more than willing to slaughter an enemy, if that’s what it comes down to. What’s important to him? Is surviving for the sake of completing his father’s goals. Of course? This isn’t the only thing that concerns him… after all, he does value his own life. But? He’s a little more anxious and unnerved during this time. Don’t expect him to be overly pleasant to strangers.

{ Modern AU } –                    ( ver ) .clarity╰☆╮(❝Sanada Nobuyuki❞)

      Sanada Nobuyuki, much to his dismay, is a teacher at the school that his own brother has recently come to teach at. Unfortunately for him? This has not been going particularly well. After all: He is very strict and serious. He is often found staying around after hours, grading papers, or even sticking around before and after school if any of his students have any particular questions. You’ll find that his classes are difficult, but? If you have questions for him, he’ll do everything in his power, with what limited patience he has, spending forever trying to help you understand it.

snowinglilys:

As much as he missed the other servamp greatly he was thankful it had just been the elder Alicein to come to his rescue, he hadn’t really wanted to see what would happen had it not been. Misono would be unhappy as it was that he hadn’t been back as soon as he had promised he would have been.

“I greatly appreciate that, i really do. If you hadn’t come along i’ve no idea how long i would have been stuck, more so if i had been taken to far away from Misono. Please do let me know if there is a way i can thank you for your help.” He had always been, very careful to keep within the distance they could move freely from each other, not wanting to cause his eve any pain like that. The help still had him by surprise but just maybe it reminded him of when Mikuni has been younger, both the brothers had been such sweet children. 

“He very much would and i would never hear the end of it, nor would i have enjoyed worrying him like that. I must be more careful from now on and pay attention to those around me, or possibly stay out of the veiw as much as possible.”

Even saying that, he remembered the last time the same thing happened and knew it would most likely happen again, there weren't any other butterfly like him so it was to be expected people would do this again. Noticing a shady place he’d be able to stay within, he flew to it, before changing from a butterfly. With any luck he’d be able to stick to the shadows as much as possible on his way back to avoid being caught again.

      Despite his surprising amount of self-control – the words the other spoke had him frowning a little. The truth was simple: If Misono and Lily had been separated too far, too long? It would have been painful. And that was an unpleasant, frustrating, thought.

      “You’re just too gosh dang pretty, Lily.” He muses aloud, in a sigh. Offering a quicksilver smile towards the SERVAMP of LUST – and a playful wink. A quick cover-up to his genuine concern for his brother. Misono was someone who he worried about frequently, despite his EXILE from the ( Alicein Househould ). “What ever are we gonna do if one of these times they refuse to give ya back? We’d have to initiate a full scale recovery mission! Wouldn’t that be funny?” The thought of having to break into someone, anyone’s house, to rescue a captured butterfly? Was hilarious. “I think if someone saw Jeje in their house, they’d just straight up die. He’s so tall! It would be intimidating, for sure~”

      He was being PLAYFUL – whimsical, as he always was. Though, Mikuni does raise an eyebrow at the others comment about paying him back. “Ah, nah, forget about that. I owe you a lifetime of favors, watchin’ after little Misono for me. You never need to worry about something like that.” This time, the blond laughs – the sounds is mirthful. It was true, he was ever grateful for the others presence. The face that Lily was with Misono always reassured him and made him happy. He could always trust that the other had his little brothers well being in mind…

      “… bein’ careful is for the best, that’s for sure.” He whistles then, laughing a little. He couldn’t blame people for being interested in the BUTTERFLY, Snow Lily was a pretty one… At least it made more sense when people were interested in him. ( he still didn’t understand why people thought s n a k e s where cute nowadays… ) “But, if you’d like? I can walk ya back. I know I’m not allowed on the estate anymore, but that doesn’t mean I can’t escort ya.” He offers, looking at the taller blond.

“little gifts” ; messiah & titus

continued from [ x ] ; @carnifcx

       Sometimes Messiah wondered if he had a self-destruct button that just… flipped itself, when he interacted with Titus. He’d honestly approached the other to simply offer him a gift on a holiday, and yet? He couldn’t resist the jab he’d decided to take at him. And yet, it hadn’t been his intention. It’d just slipped out. And before he could apologize – the other spoke.

      “So, you’re trying to tell me you earnestly never steal anything just because you want to?” There was doubt thickly laced in his tone. He wasn’t the type of person to just take others at their word. And with this man in specific? ( He could be almost INHUMANLY distrusting. ) A problem he recognized. And one he was attempting to work on . . . especially given who they both worked for. And yet, here he was. Botching another attempt. ‘Genius I may be, and yet? Here I am.’ He cursed himself quietly, allowing the other to take his present, and crossing his own arms in turn. “It seems unlikely.” And here he was just shoveling further mistakes on top of the prior one. Rather then backing down, accepting his mistake for a moment – swallowing his pride and apologizing? Nope.

      However, as the other shoves a bouquet against him, he blinks a few times. Confusion alight in his amethyst eyes, and he reaches for the offered gift. WAIT, WHAT? The other had gotten him something as well? Why??? It wasn’t as though the other had any reason to give him anything. ( It wasn’t as though he had a reason to give Titus anything ether, and yet? When he’d seen the box, he’d thought of him… not that he’d say that aloud. )

       And despite being flattered, when the other made his comment, his eyebrows knit together a little – and he reaches out a gloved hand to take the others gift. “… I suppose I’ll hold my tongue, then. As you’ve already answered my question.” Messiah somehow doubted that was the absolute truth. But, he’d leave it alone for now. PERHAPS that was just his suspicious side, anyways. “Thank you. You’ve got a good eye.”

      Oh look, he was able to say one nice thing.

      “… perhaps you’d like to join me? I was going to a reservation I made for dinner.” He’d at least ask – even if he thought the other would likely decline. Though, he couldn’t resist making one more quick jab: “Though, I suppose I’ll have to make a side-trip now, as well. To drop off these flowers. But I suppose you can come along for that as well, if you’d like.”

      He wouldn’t wait for an answer. In fact, he would turn on his heel and begin walking away from the THIEF. Why? Because he was starting to wonder what sort of hit he’d make if he just kept talking to the other. T r u l y, he was beginning to wonder if that’s just how he acted around TITUS. If he would, consistently, just attack the other for no reason at all. However: He hoped the other recognized the second part as being… somewhat kind? Messiah liked to keep people out of his private life. So? Up until now, he’d never offered to let anyone come to his house.

      Especially not the thief.

      They had a NEGATIVE history between the two of them – and it was a matter of T R U S T. Not that he thought he had anything there that the other would be particularly interested in. . .

phxnakiism-archive‌: [ @chiicxne​ ]

   "Would it be bad if I said yes?“

   Well, at least he seemed to have found some amusement in her question if nothing else. It was kind of a rude question on her part, but she had been curious. For whatever reason, she hadn’t thought to stop herself from saying anything.

   "Sorry, that was kind of a rude question anyways,” she blushed.

   Wow, he must have been around for a very, very long time. He’s speaking of trading goods for services and that sort of thing has been out of practice since long before she was even born. She was a child compared to him, not that she was that old even for her own kind. No for a Siren she was quite young.

   However, she could use to being called a rivulet, she knew what he meant by it, but for whatever reason, it didn’t bother Chisa.

   The fact that people enjoy the thought of being enchanted was something she had to agree with. Having lived all of her life outside of the sanctuaries, she had witnessed many conversations and discussions of mortals wishing they weren’t human. They wished for a lot of things they simply didn’t just understand.

   "Mortal’s have always been attracted to magic. Even if their responses are less then positive sometimes.“

   This was a known fact. With what she had heard and even what her parents had taught her she was aware of just how careful she had to be around them.

   Looking over her eyes finally caught his for once. She had looked into his eyes numerous times but had never had him actually focus on her. He was always looking somewhere else and his eyes were beautiful.

      He laughs a little at her question – no, it wasn’t rude. A warlock finding someone’s question rude? Would be rather hilarious. He’d been around for so long nowadays that if he found something as simple and standard as that rude, he would spend his entire life irritated.

      In fact, he couldn’t say he remembered the last time he was upset. He wasn’t easy to startle let alone anger. He’d lived for far too long. “You’re just fine, Rivulet.” Juuzo reassures her with a quicksilver smile, before looking at everything in front of him again. He’d already figured out where she could live, what was most convenient for the siren… he already knew the neighbors and how she would generally be perceived. So? Luckily, she should adjust just fine. “Ask as many questions as suits your fancy. I’ve a learned to be patient with the young that come to me. I wouldn’t be in this line of work otherwise.” He laughs a little then – basically offering her a free pass if she had things she wanted to talk about.

      “Though, I suppose since I have you here I should warn you – we really do have all sorts here. A werewolf is part of my police force, we have a few pureblood vampires, a young faie youth with ties back to angel-hood. It’s a sanctuary, but? We have all types around, do you believe you’ll be able to handle this sort of diversity? I know some have requested transfers to more… specified Safe Havens. However, Orsus doesn’t specialize in any type of the Folk. We do our best for everyone who comes our way.” This was coming from the man who literally used his magic to form and create this place – whenever a new challenge came his way, he made it work. Such as getting Grave-Dirt delivered for some of the vampires, or dealing with the lack of plants necessary for a forest nymph. He did everything in his power to make this place a safe haven – but that didn’t mean everyone worked well with one another. So? He had to make this disclaimer.

       He had to sigh a little though at her next comment.

       She wasn’t wrong. CHISA had hit the NAIL on the HEAD with that one – mortals were often fascinated with magic. Others tried to pass on it as miracles or F A T E. However, humans could be rather CRUEL when they came across it as well. < The W I T C H Trails > came to mind in specific.

      “They can be fascinated with the beauty of it, and other times… because they don’t understand it, they fear it. And that fear creates the need for violence. Humans… are such odd creatures for that reason.” Humans – unable to deal with the differences they find in their own kind, can barely be trusted to keep a secret let alone live alongside the FOLK. Eventually they would ether want to harness their abilities or they would try to crush them, to eliminate a threat. Either way, it wasn’t pretty.

      And neither was this… strange sensation in his chest. For a moment, he put his hand over his chest – over his “HEART,” supposedly.

     He had no confirmation of that – until now.

      ‘… what?’ For a moment, his brilliant, gem-like eyes just focus on the table in front of him… with his hand on his chest, he probably looked a little panicked. However, as old as he was – he recognized he probably was looking strange, and corrects his behavior quickly. Smiling slightly at the young SIREN, before shuffling his papers together. “Alright, Rivulet. Do you want to go check out the area you’ll be living in? I have the keys to the place that you were approved for.”

@carnifcx continued from [ x ]

      Kokichi laughs a little to himself as he stands out in the hall – his present in hand, and presented outright, for whenever the other happened to open the door. This was actually part of the reason he’d come in the morning! A devious little sneak he was, when it came to things like this, but? But he knew for a fact that the other had a hard time waking up in the morning. He was often drowsy for hours – and he thought that surprising him was the best chance he had to get the other to agree.

      Especially when this was an earnest attempt on his part. The TRUTH he’d spoken aloud was that he wanted the two of them to be VALENTINES. That was true.

      But given the obscurity of it & the silly manner in which he presented it? He doubted the other would take it seriously – which was fine. The LIAR didn’t have the real t i m e for anything like that. But? He thought it might be nice to humor his own feelings for once. Even if… they weren’t going to be presented properly. And he wouldn’t explain to the other that he meant it. He was sure his friend, the ULTIMATE DETECTIVE, would take it as a prank. And that was fine. “G’morning, buddy!” The tiny SUPREME LEADER chimes, laughing a little.

      It was fun to fluster the other.

      And here was his cue to begin doing so more – the moment the other looked… flustered, and tried to explain to him the holiday, Kokichi allowed himself to look confused followed by sad. Well trained tears beginning to well up in his expressive eyes. “Ah… oh.” Disappointment clear on his features. His shoulders slumping as he lowers the gift a little. “… I guess… that means you don’t want them then?”

      He was a gremlin and he knew it. Manipulating the other even now with their established friendship. But, surely enough – If the other didn’t do some “damage control” of this situation, he was about to make a scene. Why? Because he cared. And this was how he treated his friends.

@carnifcx continued from [x]

      A hearty laugh escapes the dark-clad priest from his spot next to the ANGEL – amusement in his cynical eyes. “I don’t.” He responds, honestly. “But I do enjoy… encouraging others break the rules – I was asking for reference, so I know how long to keep you distracted.”

       It was a teasing banter from the older man. Clearly he knew the other was far past the age ( or the company ) to reinforce any sort of true curfew. Somehow he doubted that his corpse bodyguard doubled as an alarm clock of sorts. He was more then welcome to be proven wrong, but somehow, he just didn’t believe it offhand. However – that hadn’t kept the mischievous man from making the comment.

      It was funny – especially since they hadn’t seen each other in so long. “Imagine now, if I had approached you saying that line, though? Wouldn’t that have been especially funny?” He asks, lifting his glass back to his lips as his eyes drifted to the side. It was a funny thought. And, though he tended to MANIPULATE events to work out his way, the thought had only occurred to him now. ( … must be losing my touch. ) “Especially if I hadn’t recognized you at first~” A laugh escapes his lips then, humoring the idea as he nursed the drink in his hands.

      That comment was his little way of saying – I may have seriously meant the pick-up line. May have. Maybe.

      “Well, dear angel.” He pauses, shifting his gaze towards the blue-eyed young man. A smirk working it’s way to his thin lips. “You’ll find I have a preference for being the one to do the pinning, in most situations. It’s a nasty habit of mine, to need to come out on top.” Still flirting? Possibly. Who knows?

// ryoma hoshi - verses

{ tag stuff } -              ( ver ) .tragedy╰☆╮(❝Ryoma Hoshi❞)

      During the events of Danganronpa V3. This is the new killing game between Ultimates, in which he’s one of the players. And? From the get go, he likes to tell people that he is not someone they should be trusting. After all: He’s already got a record - in fact? He’s already killed people. So? Why should they trust him?

{ tag stuff } -            ( ver ) .tennis pro╰☆╮(❝Ryoma Hoshi❞)

      Based on the mini-game in Danganronpa V3 where everyone is a part of Hope’s Peak Academy, this is where he has a rather natural school life alongside of everyone else. Of course, he’s still reluctant to actually play tennis anymore... but surrounded by these people and their talents has at least inspired a spark of interest in his own talent again. Can he truly retire so early in his life? Especially when he still has so much love for the sport?

{ tag stuff } -             ( ver ) .nobody╰☆╮(❝Ryoma Hoshi❞)

      ( PRE-GAME VERSE - heavily under construction )

@smiletorn continued from [x]

      “Scared? Truly? Of little ol’ me?” Anastasia asks – attempting to keep a straight face, while a smile tickled at her lips. She couldn’t HIDE things from her younger companion anymore. At least, not little things. The fact that she’d purposely snuck up on the younger Brave was as much of a give away as any. . .

      However, since the other seemed to melt into her hug anyways? Despite her complaints? Anastasia would simply have to assume that she hadn’t truly done anything wrong. Leading to her sticking out her tongue, somewhat childishly, at the others “ t h r e a t. “

      “You wouldn’t do that to me.” Anastasia is quick to say, chuckling a little at the others response – seeing the smaller BRAVE also stick out her tongue slightly. Today they were both acting VERY MATURE, clearly. Though, when ISANAMI gives her a chaste kiss on the nose – Anastasia blinks. Her sapphire eyes widening, for once, earnestly – surprise dancing in them.

      Little things Isanami did had a way of throwing her entirely off her game. ( But – I suppose that was a little of what l o v e was, wasn’t it? )

      This loss would only last a fraction of a second. Composure quickly returned with a chuckle and the comment, “Yes, dear. Yes you do.” And with that, the older B R A V E entirely releases Isanami from her hug. Instead, offering out her hand. The non-vocal cue for the other to come with her. “But only this time. I have a reputation to keep.”

// jin kirigiri - verses

{ Headmaster Kirigiri } –                   ( ver ) .headmaster╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      Kyouko Kirigiri’s father, as well as the Headmaster of Hope’s Peak Academy, he doesn’t exactly have a simple life. Even before things get to difficult, he does have to deal with a schools worth of academically blessed students. These people are special and require a lot of special treatment – not saying favoritism, but? So that they may mature to the best of the best? They need the right equipment, the right resources, etc. Not to mention, occasionally these talented people can be a little… on the destructive side. And? That’s all without accounting for any of the tragedy that begins falling at his feet.

      The Reserve Course. The Parade. The Massacre. The Kamukura Project… Slowly, everything begins crumbling around him. And it doesn’t exactly make it easy to run a school.

{ School Lockdown } –                   ( ver ) .future╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      Determined to save his students as well as remain as a pillar of hope for the rest of humanity, Jin Kirigiri has made the decision to lock down Hope’s Peak Academy. Keeping himself as well as his students inside. It is a long shot – in fact? They may be there for the remainder of their lives. But, he is determined to make this shelter into something of a bomb shelter, a time capsule, so that they can remain protected and well. So that one day? They might help the world recover. With the students consent and even their help? They managed to do just that. Locking themselves away from the apocalyptic reality outside of their walls.

{ Non-Despair AU } –                       ( ver ) .trust╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      Hope’s Peak Academy is a very difficult place to run sometimes. Having to watch after all these young, bright, brilliant students – who can be just a little on the extreme side. It’s becoming more difficult. And? Now with the school attempting to branch out to an overseas branch as well? It’s not the time to be falling short. Or… letting students destroy the grounds. Or setting fires. Or –

      Somehow, this job is a lot more difficult then he’d been lead to believe it was going to be. Oh well! He’s dedicated now.

{ Mystical AU / Orsus } –                      ( ver ) .resolved (ghost)╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      A spirit bound to the island itself – he no longer knows what he was before he died. Whether he was human, or some member of the “Folk?” He doesn’t know. In his death, he’s lost even memories of how long he’s been there? And, in general, the people of the island are willing to accept him as one of their own regardless. After all: For the most part, he remains within the library – making himself something of a librarian of the ancient grounds, and running it twenty-four hours a day.

      Due to his being there all the time, he’s become strong enough to run it. He’s gotten the mental focus to begin moving things back to their own shelves and such without help nowadays.

      All the phantom remembers of before his death is that he died trying to help someone figure out what they were – and how to survive as what they were. He feels a deep-rooted pain for those who have their race or their heritage covered up from them, so? He does everything he can to help them figure out what they are, how to coop with it, and accept the good and the bad that come with it.

❝ Grin and bear, almost there,                                              I’ll 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮 even if it’s hurting to wear                                       With our 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 ,               I wouldn’t let you down or lie to you,I swear ❞

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