#firabo

                     ❤️— Shirahoshi was uncomfortable. The ground under her was hard and unyielding, not at all like the plush surface of her bed back home, and her new form didn’t help her at all. Before, she could always fold her tail under her, resulting in an immediate cushion that could keep her comfortable on even the most iron surfaces. But now her tail was gone. Her new legs were stretched out in front of her, pale white and soft as silk, beautiful to all those who would look upon them. But Shirahoshi could only feel a confusing mix of emotion about them, making her bite her lip as she stared at them. She was a mermaid, born of the sea and of salty air, the fastest swimmer in the ocean. She was a princess, meant to be a role model to her people, but now she wasn’t even the same as her people. It left her feeling conflicted, although not resentful. Her mother had tried so hard to fight for equality among humans, and Shirahoshi’s closest interactions with humans had been nothing but joyful. But still, this was different.

           Clasping her hands together, Shirahoshi held them to her chest, sending out a silent prayer to her mother for guidance, wherever she may be, and to her father and brothers, to find her quickly and take her home. Because although it was true she had always wanted to visit the surface, to see the things her mother had spoken about, Shirahoshi didn’t think this was it. She didn’t think she was near her home at all. She felt weak, but she needed to be strong.

Send me “Switcheroo!” and I’ll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse’s universe

One of three adopted brothers, Sabo is the middle child, months younger than their oldest. All 3 have vacant or gone parent situations, which leads to them having been legally under the care of their youngest’s grandfather. A since retired hero, the old man was harsh on all 3 of them, which lead to a lot of fights and petty child rebellion. That’s not to say all 3 of them didn’t aspire to be heroes in their right: it’s their ultimate goal, after all. However, they found his teachings boring and opted to follow their own way of doing things instead. Because of this, none of them aspired to join the brain crunching higher hero academies, and went the middle route while aspiring to be just as great. While Sabo’s grades might not have been exceptional, there was no denying his hero potential, which lead to graduating as one of the higher sought-after members of his class. His hero name is Ryūjin, and he tends to be independent, without being attached to a specific organization or office (but it’s not uncommon to see him with his fiery older brother).

>> meme 

[🎼] This page mirrors it’s predecessor in the care in which it was written, the careful loops and dainty curls of Luka’s handwriting embellishing the page with a soft pink only a few shades off of the very color of her locks. The entry reads as follows: 

  “Halloween here is even worse than it is back home, living spiders larger than even myself taking up residence in one of the sectors; the others faring similar fates. 

     But I suppose it’s not all bad. I met a man because of them. 

    He was rather cute”    - The passage is scratched out several times here, the text beneath difficult but not impossible to decipher -  “ incredibly kind, willing to drop what he was doing to see me to safety.

    Of course, I declined, and opted to help him instead. 

   It was a bit strange with the verbal language barrier.

ORDER: okossakura → @firabo​ → velduomundi → tyrannin → eyeofdestruction

          “I take the looks on your faces as evidence enough that our trek here wasn’t tiresome.”

          Like a knife, Byakuya’s words sliced through air with an amount of seriousness and projection that demanded the attention of those around him. Such a job as this undeniably made him reminiscent of his days as a captain and house head. Though this outing paled in comparison to his responsibilities back home, he wouldn’t for a second it lightly. He couldn’t afford to. After all, this could bring them one step closer reaching those scientists who seemed to enjoy playing “God”. Byakuya yearned for true freedom and (even more importantly) to deliver a just punishment, and for that he would do whatever was required of him. This was the least of his worries. Therefore, he would stand with a bold, refined stature that only another noble could dare to match and continued to do one of things he was best at.

          “If such is the case, then there’s no need to rest. We’ll be moving ahead soon. The land beyond us is barren and merciless according to the locals. It will be dangerous, but we will not falter. However...” His eyes narrowed at a passing thought during his brief words of encouragement. Analytical gray eyes gave the other four a once-over, as if making certain of something. Pivoting, Byakuya turned his back to them all before completing the thought. 

[ ♬ ]   To take an opportunistic outlook on the challenge ahead was to regard it as another adventure. Luka, however, was not to play the part of the cheery optimist. Rather, her disposition had taken on a stark contrast; she didn't want to be sitting on the train again, trudging along to a sector that she knew nothing about other than that 'she would not want to be there' if the people she had attempted to ask about it were to be believed. There wasn't much that could phase her too greatly, she liked to believe, and that any obstacles between her and freedom would only serve to irritate her at most.

[ ♬ ]   When she finally stretched her legs and stepped off the platform, the android couldn't help but chide herself for not taking the cautionary words in to higher consideration. Fine features contorting in utter disgust, Luka deftly sidestepped the webbing that creeped along the pavement before her. No doubt about it, there was an infestation at hand; one of a much different caliber than what she had witnessed in Sector oo2. 

[ ♬ ]   Once again grateful for her inorganic build and the innate immunity to the spiders' venom it lent to her, the android thankfully didn't have to trudge too far through the nest and dodge skittering legs for too long before she happened upon something far more interesting than the spiders.

[ ♬ ]   Wisps of smoke and a burning glow that traveled along the silken strands as they left nothing but ash in their wake. The cause of them? Nothing as complicated as a flamethrower, nor as simple as a matchbook. No, the source of the flames was none other than a living, breathing man who couldn't be much older than the age she was build to appear as, scattering the embers unaided by equipment one would associate with the task. Was it some sort of magic trick? Or simply an innate ability native the the universe the scientists had pulled him from? No matter the origins, it had left Luka mesmerized.

[ ♬ ]   Or at least, it had, until a rather adventurous tarantula had finally reached the end of her boot and began exploring the area around her knee. The feeling of the bristly legs brushing along her flesh, as artificial as it may be, was an unpleasant one even with the thin fabric of pantyhose to dull the sensation. Needless to say, Luka did not respond well, with a shrill whine and a decisive swipe of the hand. Only after ridding herself of the pest did it occur to her that her knee-jerk reaction could have drawn the attention of the man in the top hat.

[ ♬ ]   Not wanting to lose face, no time was wasted in straightening herself and clearing her throat in an attempt to restore her cold yet elegant air.