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an independent, semi-selective izumo kusanagi. — written by florin.
//oh. then maybe you were both one day after… but then who was the one who was one day before…?? ANYWAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY CUZ HERE IN JAPAN IT’S THE 22ND ALREADY
id k man bu t eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy thank u v much pal i m a grown man now. no t rlly but we’re makin way...
- king-munakata replied to your post:
//ah, so YOU'RE the one with the birthday the day after mine! I knew Ao-no-eishi was one day before, couldn't remember who was after.
w hisp ers im p sure i have the same birthday as ao-no-eishi though... may 22? ye a h its tomorrow
hEY PALS. UPDATE TIME.
sorry im not using my mikoto as much as my yata, bUT I HAVE HOPE THAT THINGS’LL START KICKING SOON. im gonna try revamping mikoto, just to get a fresh start on him, and.... yeh. hopefully by the time i get out of school he’ll be ready to roll. lmao unfortunately the circumstances rn are prohibiting that ( i.e. i really just want to bury myself in the secret history & stop caring about school & jut live in the woods for an eternity )...
aNYHOW HERE ARE IMPORTANT DATES:
- may 13-15. my mom will finally be home so i’ll have wifi access!!
- may 16-21. unfortunately my mom will be gone again so i will not have wifi access ( at my dad’s ).
- all of this week. i’ve got an english project i promised i’d write in iambic pentameter & that’s a lot harder than i originally thought so it’s taking up a lot of time.
- may 20-22, may 26. finals. pretty self-explanatory: i won’t be on at all those days.
- may 22. my birthday. i’m going to a diner with friends after our final & then that evening i’m having a party so i likely won’t be on then, either.
- may 26. my last day at school ! i’ll be home at 11 est & probs ready to rumble with my izumo? maybe? idk.
ok so i’m rewatching k to make icons, right? so i notice that in the first scene as the gang is like busting out of that building to meet the blues, and they’re lookin all cool n shit that mikoto walks and the ground sparks beneath his feet which gets me thinking about a headcanon like: what if he just sorta starts ‘ leaking ’ his power, since he’s in such bad state? it’ll pour out any way that it can, even if he walks and fires start sprouting in the wake of his steps? sometimes he’ll wake up in the morning with a burnt pillow and he’ll realize maybe that his hair was sparking too, or that flames were lapping at his pillow as if each flame was a strand of his hair?
fire lapped at his heels, curled round his arms, sparked from the tips of his fingers... but mikoto didn’t flinch or make any movement at all. his expression was little more than a blank canvas: there was nothing on it whatsoever to suggest that he felt remorse or guilt for his actions.
he didn’t. there lay a man, half-dead, at his feet, && mikoto wouldn’t shed a single tear for the fact. it was irrevocable now, to take back his actions --- that first punch, that first burn, that first taste of blood he had. he didn’t have healing powers; as a king, all he was truly capable of was destruction && depravity.
but he couldn’t help being taken for a fool --- he couldn’t help but to be angered when his authority was doubted, when his character was considered weak. he didn’t like to take that, even if it was from a rival gang, && those sorts of insults were to be expected.
he wouldn’t have accepted it under any circumstances. he was a monster at heart --- a monster with a painful amount of pride, && a certain stubbornness which drove him to protect his reputation. he hadn’t seen anything wrong with his choice of actions.
‘ … somethin’ catch your eye here? ’
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That’s not my red. That’s your red.
Source: kirisakicarnival
Dae just quietly forms a lily flower crown on the dudes head. "Five thumbs up for being hot with flowers on your head." [;;rolls out THERE YA GO]
all he can do is stare. because there’s nothing to say, really, is there? he’s too indifferent to move the flowers on his head, too lazy to make the effort — ( though doubtlessly he’s irritated by the weight of all of them pressing on top of him ) — && he figures, this must be something of a plot set up with ulterior motives from anna.
because, well… he doesn’t know who this guy is. all he knows for sure is that there are flowers on his head, && maybe… this guy said he was attractive. but that was uncertain; only people like chitose used the word ‘ hot ‘ to emphasize attractiveness in a person. to everyone else, && more likely to mikoto, it told of heat, fire… everything that he knew he definitely was.
it’s not forever though, he knows. the flowers will wither && then what will he be… a normal guy? probably not. even without the ‘ crown ‘, as it was called, he was still a king. he would not be normal until he met death.
but… that’s a little dark to consider. at the moment, he should be more preoccupied with how to respond. && the only thing that comes to mind is telling the man who gave him these flowers:
‘ … thanks. ’
mikoto read others’ body language pretty well for someone who was considerably less expressive in the way he conveyed what little emotion he did seem to have. perhaps it was just that: the absence of all those little quirks && movements had made him even more keen to them when he saw them.
regardless, he didn’t necessarily want to barrel into anyone’s personal space if he saw them with a gloomy, sorrowful expression. he didn’t want to enter anyone’s personal space, anyhow. he didn’t want to be near anyone.
so he disregarded that sad-looking exterior && simply said the same as he might if that person were happy, or mad, or whatever other emotion they expressed outwardly. mikoto never paid any attention to that, he just wanted to make his point.
&& therefore, in his deadpan voice of a low-tone, he stated:
‘ ... you dropped a pen. ’
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XIII - The Death Card : endings, change, moving forward, renewal, transformation, blockage, grief, stagnation, decay, fear
The Death tarot card most often represents change, transformation, and the end of a particular cycle of which one has become increasingly familiar with. Every end can be said to result in a new beginning, for all that exists in the universe is never destroyed, but is simply altered in form and cast in a different direction then where it held residence before.
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“But surely for everything you love you have to pay some price.”
Agatha Christie, An Autobiography (via bibliophilebunny)
420 pon di fiyah we b blazin’