* 𝙼𝙰 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰.

asuka tenjoin attracts very interesting case studies

𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 // you're a desperate ghost. the people in your home can't seem to hear you, but you need them to. so you grow louder, bolder, and more obvious. but if they do notice, they don't listen. instead, they leave. you can't move on to the afterlife until someone tells your story. you just don't want to be forgotten. when you were alive, you were always running around, working, trying to earn everything── even if it was offered freely. as a ghost, you only turn it up a notch. you can't let your hard work go to waste. if you're forgotten, it's like you were never here. like you never mattered. i hope you remember that you do matter. that even if you can't save the world, you can help your little corner of it. i hope you let yourself rest. you deserve it.

𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝙼 // steady & unwavering, you cut through the fog. your light does not waver even in storms, and you are a guide for ships and men. you save people who may never know your name, sacrificing your own just to bring them home. do you burn because you want to, or because you have to ?

He's been staring at something behind her the whole time, with eyes that see beyond just their own but to the spirits that cling around her, where one might expect confusion and hesitance, it is only with childlike awe and curiosity.  ".....I need to duel you one day to get their autograph. They are so awesome..." It's breathless awe, and perhaps a bit silly without context. // @gempantheon

𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝙰 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝚁 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙽𝙴𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙴𝙴 , 𝙽𝙾𝚁 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 ;    nor to be whole with a world that wished to be whole ?  she grasped at straws to rationalize the irrational.  the unknown slipped and disappeared from her cupped hold, mostly intangible to even those who willingly tried to touch.  all her earned laurels, her grandeur draped in her fools-golden elegance, her collected wisdoms, amounted to naught in light of eldritch realities she now knew existed, but was as quickly removed from as she was drawn into them.  mayhaps, the most logical way for her to proceed after the fact, was to assume that no such entities haunted her to this extent.  his extent.  that none of them gathered around her and embodied what she had chosen to holographically display, glorified pride weaponizing the qualities she was shallowly admired for.  but even if oblivious to what he spotted, she blinked twice, sincerely curious ( and admittedly perplexed )  “ autograph ?  whose autograph ? ”  asked she, and the ghosts behind her must have laughed, rasp through the faint veils, white noise she was deaf to. “ are you seeing things again that i can’t ? ”