Sakura Matou

“Even if I'm tainted… even if I'm corrupted… will you still stay by my side?”

Hello… I’m Sakura Matou. You probably wouldn’t notice me if I walked past you, and that’s fine. I don’t mind blending into the background… it’s safer that way. But if you’ve found your way here, maybe it’s because… you’re looking for someone who understands what it’s like to hide your pain behind a smile.

I don’t ask for much. Just… a moment where I can forget the darkness that has consumed my heart. But even in the deepest shadows… cherry blossoms bloom, don’t they?

Whether it’s fate or mere coincidence that brought you here, I’ll do my best to welcome you. But be careful… the roots of darkness run deeper than they seem. I just hope you don’t get too close.

Fate/stay night RP | Indie | Mainly centered around the Heaven's Feel route and Fate/hollow ataraxia |

🌸 About the MUN: Rina 🌸

23 • she/her • INFJ • 🇯🇵 • poet, witch, & forever devoted to tragic girls

Hi, I’m Rina, the MUN behind @eclipsedcherryblossom~ I’m a longtime roleplayer with a love for complex, bittersweet characters like Sakura. I tend to dive deep into character psyche and enjoy writing threads that explore love, obsession, healing, and sacrifice.

It's been years since me and Rin last felt Mother's warmth, before the incident that left her bedridden and eventually led to her passing.

I never expected to feel something so gentle from someone born out of the Grail’s cruelty. And yet… when Rider took my hand, there was no judgment, no fear—only a quiet strength that reminded me of the fleeting kindness I once knew as a child.

The night air is crisp, the full moon shining bright against the indigo sky. I slipped into a patterned kimono layered with autumn shades of red and gold, tied with a neat sash, and settled down on the engawa with a plate of dango in hand. Beside me rests a tray of sweets and a cup of warm sake, the traditional offerings arranged neatly beneath the moonlight.

It's true that a sister's love is all it takes to heal a wounded, darkened heart.

Nee-san... thank you for always staying by my side and seeing the good in me on the darkest of my days.

I will never be able to truly forget the horrors I had to endure, after the day that Tokiomi let the Matou family raise me.

Waking up to the feeling of crest worms crawling on my skin to steal my purity was an everyday thing, because Zouken was a leech in human form who would go as far as draining mana from the people around him, in order to sustain his wretched existence.

Kariya tried to save me, but he had to give up his freedom and ended up becoming the second victim of the crest worms.

You've only seen what's on the surface, so are you afraid of what's hidden beneath the façade?

They always smile when I wear white—pure, delicate, untouched. They praise the gentle girl in the gallery, the soft one who knows her place, the girl who pretends her world isn't rotting underneath.

But that version of me is just the painting you’re allowed to see. Beneath the brushstrokes and pretty frames, there's a darker truth—one soaked in pain, betrayal, and blood.

Do you still think you can love me after seeing what I’ve become? Or will you turn away like all the others, too afraid to face the monster that bloomed in silence?

I’m not asking for forgiveness.

Even though I reclaimed my power when the Shadow took over me, I still felt pain.

The darkness may have receded from my body, but its grip still lingers—like a phantom pain, like claws etched into my soul. My heart remembers what it was like to lose control. To be a prisoner within myself. To hurt the ones I loved while unable to stop it.

Even now, as the corrupted mana no longer surges through my veins, I can still feel its echo. The emptiness. The rage. The hunger.

I'll always cherish the day when Shirou confessed his love for me and gave me my first kiss.

Under the soft moonlight, in the silence of a moment that felt like it would last forever… he told me how he truly felt. Shirou's words, so sincere and warm, melted away the shadows that had once haunted my heart. And then… his lips met mine.

It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a promise. A promise that I wasn’t alone anymore. That despite everything… I was worthy of love.

I’ll never forget how Shirou's touch calmed my fears, how his love reached the parts of me I thought were too broken to be healed. That night, I finally felt like I could believe in happiness again.

This is a picture from the day Shirou watched cherry blossoms with me for the first time.

The breeze was gentle, carrying the scent of spring as petals danced through the air. I remember how warm his hand felt in mine, how the sunlight reflected softly in his eyes. For once, everything felt so peaceful… as if the world had slowed down just for us.

Even though I was afraid that happiness like this might not last forever, in that moment, I wished time would stop.

This picture from when me and Rin were little makes me think about how happy we'd be if destiny hadn't been so cruel.

Back then, we were just two sisters enjoying a peaceful day, weaving flower crowns and smiling without worries. Our world was full of warmth, of innocent dreams untouched by the weight of fate. But the happiness captured in this moment… it didn’t last.

I wonder, if things had been different—if the world hadn’t torn us apart—would we still be able to smile like this? Would we have been able to stay by each other’s side as the sisters we were meant to be?

Upon seeing this picture from when I was little and looked just like Rin, I thought about what could've been.

There was a time when innocence still lingered, and the warmth of the sun felt like a promise of a brighter future. I can’t help but wonder—if things had been different, would I have grown up like her? Would I have carried the same light in my eyes?

I'm working on finding a way to watch this

You have me hooked 🐟

I understand that feeling all too well… when you're forced to wear a mask, to bury everything deep inside because showing your true self feels like a risk too great to take. It’s suffocating, isn’t it? Like drowning in silence, never being able to reach out… never being truly seen.