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@apparihtion
𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖭 𝖮𝖱 𝖱𝖮𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖭— 𝘐 𝘈𝘔 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘔𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘏. highly selective & mutuals only TSUDA IZANAMI, a fandomless urban fantasy original character, adaptable to most fandoms. mature & triggering topics present. written by inaya (they / them, egyptian, twenty seven). personals do not interact.
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hi <3 this blog is moving to @vergamor for the time being <3 will be moving all my threads!
' fight fight fight fight! ' the voice that tsuda izanami hears is an echo and a shadow and a memory, clear as a cloudless day — and an illusion, reminiscent of schoolyard brawls / the carnivorous enthusiasm of children, not yet old enough to have outgrown their cannibalistic tendencies. ( a fight! how fun, to see what she can do in minutes. what he can undo in seconds. ) maybe maybe maybe not.
a beetle hums through the air and lands on the kitchen table, glistening like an oil-slick: a creature beneath nature’s thumb, born to toil in the dirt and lay its eggs. multiply. create more of itself, thoughtless, so that it might go on toiling in the dirt forever, or for a thousand years. ( they’d seen one just the other day, rooting around a slew of rotted leaves. pushed a finger into its black and shining carapace until the shell cracked and caved inwards. in a matter of seconds, an entire generation of beetles died with its mother — and it didn’t matter at all. the world went on. the species survived forever, or for a thousand years. ) mahito discards the beetle’s husk. hatches from it, shaping limb and skin / tooth and nail as a new body expands far beyond an insect’s means. a return to the familiar: a simulacrum of humanity, sprawled across the table on his back. their head lolls over and off the table’s edge, neck bent at an impossible angle.
' izanami ... ' they roll onto their stomach, alive with the dull throb of organs they do not really have. each one strains against muscle, vein, and bone; their heartbeat echos in their throat and threatens to crawl out. he grins, trapping it behind bared teeth. ' a freak? ' mahito weaves of his fingers a sloping bridge and rests his chin upon it, elbows propped against the desk. behind him, his legs swing back and forth and back and forth, metronoming the rhythm to a silent, ceaseless song. ' i know you are, but what am i? '
it was particularity odd for them. if odd is even the word she would think of using. izanami was no stranger to the savagery of the cursed spirits— it's been a life they've been accustomed to since the day she's learned of her abilities. this was not the problem, not at all! the issue was what their ability was and where it stems from. she has always been warned that there will be a day where it's not just the higher ups that will keep their eyes on them and now she sees what those words meant. everywhere they go, there is some spirit following them around, but mahito was different. they were more of an eldritch horror than a curse to the sorcerer. the same way she was one as well.
they knew there was a sort of potential between the two of them. while he masters the ability of soul manipulation, she felt the power that spirit possession gave them. there's always a voice in the back of her head that wishes to twist their path into a darker one (to lead her into eternal misery) and she always has to stop herself from leaning into it. they've never spoken of it to anyone she may know, but for some reason, they keep thinking about it whenever their paths cross with them. how twisted. she moves her hair back, noting the grey highlights that have always tormented them. her eyes finally move to look at him. `` why you— `` a groan escapes them before she can stop themself. she knows better than to simply show her emotions so clearly in front of someone like them, but she cannot help it. if it weren't for the dreams that plagued them into a crime scene caused by her own hands, she might have more energy. `` what are you, five?! ``
they don't even care to hear whatever answer mahito may have. she is too tired and too out of liveliness to have whatever spat these two should be having. they must look guarded, irritated, a little like she's about to bare her teeth. trying to pull away from this scene, but he doesn’t let them. they never let her. izanami recognizes the feeling in them— the one that means she's about to start biting and hissing, inching their claws into whatever’s within reach. `` you have serious issues, let me tell you that. `` she straightens her back, then, head finally thinking properly. `` what the hell do you want? every other curse either wants me to dead or wants me to bring back the oh so great tormentor of dreams they once knew. `` a pause. `` so, what's your deal? or are you just that useless that you want to find new things to do? ``
@denouemente.
izanami has always been everything but a reliable narrator. whatever they may feel was never a direct line. often times she imagines it must be quite blurry, considering the amount of times she can barely remember where their feet drag them to when their mind seems to be unconscious when her body is clearly not. there was a reason why they needed to check every little step they take. her head tilts as she sifted through the mission papers they have been given earlier. the prospect of meeting whatever fate this may lead her to lies heavy in her chest. they look at him, then, lips pressed to a thin line. `` i promise you, someone is going to die today. ``
sometimes izanami is cool when she's not acting like a neurotic prey animal. unfortunately that is only 2% of the time
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@gomannakami.
`` the mind cannot adjust quickly to a fundamental change in reality without breaking. `` in the shadows of the street corner she find herself in, they are seated comfortably on the sidewalk. it’s a welcome distraction. one they so dearly needed but couldn't seem to give to herself. they pick at what’s left of their ramen with her chopsticks, a little too nauseous to enjoy it. with groggy movements, they throw away her nearly - empty cup of noodles, haphazardly aiming towards a trash can across the street. it bounces off the steel cover, landing on the ground with a soft thud, leftover broth spilling out across the pavement. how embarrassing. a moment passes and something in her knows that she's waiting. they don't know for what, but it’s like she can practically sense it, like it’s etched into their bones. and that is when they offer him a glance as she clicks her fingers to make a sound. `` don't you think? ``
manipulation and mind games were not chuuya's forte, much less something he genuinely wanted to dedicate his craft to. he wasn't recruited for his intellect — not that he was lacking, but his strengths rested in his literal powers, his ability to use force as needed. the pretty words and fancy language just simply came second, the strategizing a part of his methodology but what more did he need when he held the world in his fingertips if he really wanted to ? he wasn't rough on the edges as much as that reputation had built around him, at least not in the manner most would have assumed. he was knowledgeable about the stupid, tiny utensils on the table before him and the precise name and age of the wine they'd poured for them. the quiet elegance of the restaurant posed a different environment than he'd typically carry out his tasks in.
@apparihtion : ❛ maybe it’s not … ACTUALLY all that bad . ❜
gloved hand swirling the wine with practiced ease, brought to his face just to embrace its aroma. oceans flickered in her direction with mirth, brow quirked, “ it's pretty fuckin' bad, not gonna lie to ya. ” glass brought to his lips, he took a sip before placing it down on the table, nudging the edge of his hat with his knuckles to allow for more space. “ your predicament, i mean. actually workin' with us won't be because you'll be one of our own, but. ” tongue clicked over the roof of his mouth. “ that's assumin' you join us. otherwise y'got every organization out here gunnin' for ya. i'm here as a courtesy. could be much more violent than this but i didn't wanna miss the grand opening. ” head nodded in their direction. “ how's the bread ? ”
and what else is new? the new life that was placed onto her may have been one she should have been used to for some years now, but that didn't mean that they are. they've already heard it from the special operations division multiple times— about her history of victims and what this might cause would any passerby notice the blood and the missing person and the forsaken look on their face. i cannot remember a thing, she usually tells them, but that is never enough. so now, when things have started to become more difficult, they are forced to make a choice. joining the port mafia seems like a good choice, if she thought about it honestly. they have enough influence and control that izanami should feel more protected than they already are. will there be a difference, though? will the eyes watching her stay hidden for a while or is this just another ploy?
they should join them. there's a voice inside of her that continues to dig deeper and deeper until they actually do, but there's a wound from all the different ways people have spoken of her that refuses to heal. what of the good in me that i'm trying to prove? what a stupid question, really. they haven't felt that good in months and yet, she wishes to keep trying. `` bread tastes like shit. they usually do at places like this. `` they let out a breath. she's not responding to the discussion the two of them are having just yet. they hate to think of it, but there's a decision to be made here and it's one that was difficult. `` i'm aware. `` she sighs, gaze on the plate in front of them. she looks up at him, then, eyebrow raising. `` what would i be doing, if i join you? ``
writing a full bio for your original character is like wow i sure have such a LONG story for them in my head. wouldn't it be nice if i could put that into words
@kusattainu: i'm not really sure what to do with myself.
`` who does? `` she quickly says, eyes on the lights flickering. they barely even bother looking at them directly in the eyes when she says this. their tone is nonchalant and quite direct, devoid of her usual enthusiasm and declarations of a joke. they don't actually give it much thought (at least not more than she already has). izanami was nothing but an imposter, to themself and to everyone around them. she did a good job at not showing it most of the time, but there are always a few cracks here and there. their skin wasn't their own most of the time and in the few times it was, she felt anything but noble, with eyes always watching them. her head tilts. `` you know, you sound so moody. lighten up a bit. `` they point a finger to the air dramatically. `` fear not! we should go get some cups of coffee to make up for it. ``
her head turns as her gaze falls on them, eyebrow raising. the next words that leave them seem quite sudden, but not for someone like her. there's a reason they say it. `` you should strike a bargain sometime, don't you think? i do. it would be quite a productive experience. ``
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@sugnru.
it felt suffocating. the stares, the blood she has spent who knows how long wiping from her legs, the thought that they have once again been the offender of an attack without even knowing how she got there and who's blood it was. it's not her body, they think to themself, but at this very moment, it feels like it is. it's frustrating how izanami has spent weeks learning more about the history of her cursed spirit and the technique that wasn't even their own and yet she cannot understand what all of this meant. their head tilts slightly, eyes closed shut as she clicked her tongue. they would've thought that this could help with her blurry vision, but it only made things worse. their voice is sharp, even if they don't mean to. `` stop looking at me like that. `` whatever was hidden behind that look, all she knew was that they were tired of it. and as soon as she said it, the regret came sweeping in. her eyes open to look at him. `` sorry. `` and it's all they can say.
she finds herself moving her feet to the ground now as they look at their own surroundings. despite the cloudiness she cannot shake away, they can still tell they're in infirmary. she uses her hand to hold onto the table next to them for balance. `` where did you guys find me, anyway? `` a pause. `` i can't remember a thing. ``
izanami.
what if you 🫵 like this for a starter that will most likely be a paragraph long (this is a threat)
‟ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 not know many humans, but for some reason i imagine they are distrustful &. unfriendly. ” blood spilling from fingertips as water is poured out of a teapot. thoughts, embedded by others : he is merely bone marrow, sensitive, exposed to doctrine.
─── bookshelf starters ! / / @apparihtion
`` is that what you think? `` they couldn't say that she was actually questioning his words, but the tone indicates one directed at him. izanami was someone who perhaps knew about the ferocity of human nature more than anyone, especially when you're viewed as anything but. it's the one question that keeps running through their mind at any moment she is not busying themself. what a waste of a body, they all call her. `` what is it that you consider human, then? such a fickle word, no? `` they've met people of her own kind that consider themselves better and others that consider themselves less, surprisingly so. when they stand in front of the mirror, does she view themself as human? or is it just the face of history repeated? while it used to worry her as a child, all these questions annoyed them more than anything now, really. is finding reason truly why people acted the way they did? she raises an eyebrow. `` are you trustful and friendly? ``
AS SAID BY KASUMI GOTO * assorted dialogue from mass effect 2 and 3, adjust as necessary
i swear to god, i didn't touch anything.
in case i don't see you again, thanks. that was a lot of fun.
and the "boxers or briefs" question is finally answered.
there's a certain aura about you. like you've seen things no one else has.
there's no way you're recruiting me to fight in a galactic war.
i wouldn't bring you here if it wasn't dangerous.
this is our stop.
you say the nicest things.
i'm a thief. stealing? it's who i am.
by the way, are you going to call security?
hey, come on. i never get caught.
ugh, i really need to avoid dairy.
you know, twenty years from now, this could be worth a fortune.
all right. i'm in.
nice working with you again.
this place has more money than it knows what to do with.
well... nobody's perfect.
hey, i'm nostalgic, not dead.
i like the seedier towns. they're prettier.
maybe when we're done with the mayhem thing, i could come back and... recover a thing or two.
now stop bothering me!
this is all i have left.
i imagine with all that's happened, old friends are becoming a luxury.
you know what i haven't had in ages? ramen.
come back later. i'm sure i'll have more to talk about.
i'm not really sure what to do with myself.
i'll stay off the grid. no one will know i exist.
well, that didn't go as expected.
we've never seen each other in person.
no one knows what i look like.
if we're lucky, you won't even have to draw your gun.
i always expect trouble. that's why you're here.
we should probably wrap this up.
see you on the ship.
you'd look really out of place at a society party in armor, don't you think?
i was just thinking about you.
i go through everyone's drawers.
[name] won't be able to keep his eyes off you.
getting it back will be easier with your help.
please tell me your password, [name].
good to finally meet you. i'm a fan.
my grandmother used to make the best ramen.
honestly, i'm shocked they didn't come to see me sooner.
it's my fault for being hard to find.
i'm the best thief in the business, not the most famous. need to watch my step to keep it that way.
i needed to make sure all this was legit.
you're the real deal.
even without knowing what you looked like, i knew it was you.
that's a bit of a story.
they were looking for me, so i trailed them to find out why.
i guess it slipped their minds.
i'm planning to get it back.
you'll get a briefing when the time comes.
i have a way in, and i think you're going to love it.
you'll want to look presentable.
you look great. you should wear this stuff more often.
you have been waiting patiently.
they won't hassle you over a sidearm.
you have excellent taste in underwear.
i thought about living here for a while, but everybody's so tight-ass.
it's all about money to these people.
i do what i do for the love of it. these people do it because they don't know any better.
i'm not a scientist.
this is why i don't put strange liquids in my mouth.
it's a plant!
was i that obvious?
people are talking out there... and i hear it all.
sounds like you two had a nice date.
it's nice to be able to look out a window for a change.
how many bedrooms does this place have?
i'm not really lactose intolerant, i just don't put up with lactose's stupid drama.
there's something about the feel of actual paper in your hands.
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@linament: ah, what to choose, pain or failure?
they feel her eyes almost roll out of their own head after hearing his voice. she couldn't care less about finding the source of the sound, only that they had a hundred different questions running through her mind. why was he here? the last time he had even shown himself to them was only a while ago, merely a week or two, barely giving her any time to think of that very same event. despite the fact that she could not see him anywhere, they felt as if he stood before her now, looking down at her with an expression they couldn’t decipher— one she didn't quite care for (or so they thought). his eyes seemed to be flicking back and forth between different parts of her, as if sizing them up. she stared up into the roof, their heart hammering against her ribcage like a trapped bird. `` do you have a problem with me or something? `` she lets out a slight groan. `` didn't i tell you i didn't want anything to do with you freaks? ``
but, of course, that is what they tell everyone. i'm nothing like them, she almost screams until their throat has no more energy for a simple whisper to leave her. they wish to believe herself when they keep repeating the same mantra over and over, but slowly, she has found herself lost, if that is the word they should be using. there is something so deep and ancient in her that they can barely put a proper name to it. well, she can, but not in the way they want to. the curse of reincarnation was always that she was someone before they were even alive. it didn't matter if this life was actually hers. they feel as if their head is spinning. what a headache. pain or failure, why does it matter? she's living through both. `` stop your stupid questions. show yourself. `` a pause. they may ask questions as soon as she speaks, but they already knew the answers. `` are you going to fight me this time? or are you here for a chat again? ``
@zeitkeist: what’s going on? you seem out of sorts tonight.
she despises this feeling. after every mission they are sent to, izanami has to take a moment to get her own thoughts together. it never feels any easier, no matter how many times they tell themself to learn how to make peace with it. anytime she uses their own innate technique, it is simply a reminder of what everyone else saw when they looked at her. they've long learned how to work with her control of dreams that if they were to stand next to that cursed spirit, there would be a clear difference between the two of them, but it still doesn't help the knowledge of the fact that it is still the same base. and despite the joy she claims to feel after a won mission, it is all a sort of counterfeit. they have tried, truly, but all it leaves her is empty like some black hole that sucks everything it touches.
their head moves as she hears bianca's voice, eyebrow raising. they were sitting by the stairs, thoughts somewhere else while their eyes should've been staring at the sky in front of her. it looks pretty today, they think. her head shakes as their brows furrows. `` just tired. `` but she will be getting no sleep tonight. all this fatigue stems from the ghost of a past that plagues them night and day. she wonders if it's obvious or not. they let out a sigh and speak words she would've never thought they'd say out loud: `` do you ever feel like hq is just watching you? `` watching was perhaps the wrong word to use, but it came close. she's too afraid to say the word they're actually thinking.
