#iryonin

a familiar face ! after hearing the jingle of the door's ring you turned to meet sakura's gaze with a smile ; waltzing to her table with a hum and a menu held close to your chest . this was the third time you've met this week , and the food here was not good enough for that .

⊰ &. sealed with a lead kiss ;; ⊱ // @iryonin

HOW SHE BARELY REFRAINS FROM CLICKING HER TONGUE - this new guard of hers was something that definitely did not exist in the original game. maybe siyeon hadn't progressed far enough to have met sakura, but after having convinced the duke to switch out her guards for their obvious mistreatment of her, siyeon would've expected that the replacement be just as inept. so why was her new guard actually paying attention to her ?

« am i not allowed to take a leisurely walk through my own estate's gardens by myself ? » maybe the duke or even her older brother had asked for increased security. regardless, penelope doesn't want her around.

« suit yourself. i won't wait for you. » as nonchalant as she strives to sound, she's anything but. how annoying - an afternoon of plans just straight down the drain if she can't find a way to shake off her new guard. she'll have to delay what she had planned, and instead should figure out exactly who this new guard was, who she worked for, and how easily can she be swayed.

grief is the body of a nihilistic,   ill - bred  brute.      knifed - mouth,   bad teeth;      polluted,   all yellowed and caked in tar,   breath of a decayed carcass left to rot on side streets beyond the lengths of the city.     it's no help the  blood  that drips out the side of his scarred mouth,   dancing with the tip of a knife that dug itself into jason's side at some point during their encounter.      grief is barbed - wired muscles held tight and gored straight to bone,   rope kept sturdy 'round the bulge of his larynx.      (   keep those screams inward,   little bird,   no need to let the rouges know what goes on in the basement of the abandoned wing   ).     he's pinned up like a rag - doll for the eyes of the bat to see  !

seven hundred and thirty days,   two years,   give or take,   is not enough for the reverberation of memory to be but a blimp in his universe.      it all feels unholy,   unkempt and sour similar to the rotting fruit on his counters back home.      and it hurts,   even deep in sleep.     ❛❛       s - stop.  p - please,   don't.       ❞     twists and turns,   a tug on shared covers,   and feared whines that escape from the very back of his throat.     he can't go back,   he can never go back.     ❛❛       please,  jus' end it.       ❞     all this,   it will always find his way back to him,   like the tides of the ocean he's never visited being so deep in a highly populated area.     maybe one day,   he'll dream of that instead.

headcanons! get your headcanons here! / @iryonin

as we've discussed most of them are british but you are asking about my beloved shorekeeper and THUS....

shorekeeper's body is made up of remnant crystals and parts sometime break or shatter, particularly when she's experiencing emotional extremes or struggling to process enormous or corrupted data. she repairs herself, but holds onto the broken crystals that come off her form. they can no longer convert energy or process data, but...shorekeeper likes to make jewelry with them. sometimes they want to give the jewelry to friends or colleagues, but they worry humans would find the idea of wearing what was once part of shorekeeper's body morbid.

being that shorekeeper was the core computational unit of what is essentially a supercomputer, and is a kind of supercomputer itself, you'd think it would be good with tech. not so! any tech that isn't sufficiently advanced ends up being very confusing for her, because she's so used to working with much more complex machinery. she'll learn new systems quickly, luckily, once she can overcome the initial confusion.

shorekeeper is a great piano player! she learned from rover, so it's a special skill for her. sometimes she'll lose the ability to speak for long periods, up to a few days, for a varity of reasons...she usually spends most of those periods playing the piano! it makes them feel like they're still communicating their feelings.

snotgirl comic writing prompts. ( accepting ! )

Satoru wishes he could give Sakura some meaningful reassurance or tell her she’s being paranoid, but unfortunately for them, he’s got a pair of really good eyes that can look right back at the eyes that are watching over them – foe, and, perhaps, friendlier foe. He huffs out a laugh and shrugs, continuing on the path they’re walking on, motioning for Sakura to stick close beside him.

The abandoned village they’re investigating is teaming with curses – they’re both strong enough to handle all of them, but they’re not the real targets they’re after. Frankly, if he really wanted to be done with this job, he’d have blown it all up willy nilly, but it wouldn’t bring them closer to recovering the people, dead or alive, that have gone missing within the past seventy two hours. 

      ❝     i’m not sure how it happened exactly,      ❞     a lie,     a wound caused entirely by his hubris,     a bloodied chomp     &͟.     the punctures to prove it so——     it doesn’t necessarily hurt,     it has become customary to experience such an altercation on a weekly basis but the bleeding had been concerning this time ‘round.     one would think he’d learn his lesson,     to stop messing with the forest’s creatures because not all of them are keen to human interaction,     despite his good intentions     …     &͟.     yet he continues the same rhythm again     &͟.     again,     always an attempt to aid an injured     &͟.     terrified animal.     (     he understands that they do it out of fear,     so there is not a tinge of ill will anywhere within his body despite the consistency of these predicaments.     )      ❝     but i must thank you.      it feels a lot better already.      ❞     [  @iryonin   ]     ——     ♡ !