SLOW REPLY. Will temporary not following anyone first for the time being. Independant & private & highly selective slow reply multi-muse blog of heavily canon divergent muses of various fandoms. cared by roxane. A study of : reincarnation, transcendence, the meaning of a witch, higher spheres and their polarity
Casual reminder of reply speed ≠ interest in our things
Things to do:
- slowly bring each about for my muses, since it started !
- when I will have energy, redo my rules
- by a portable graphic tablet & learn how to use it
- buy more of a Japan professional brand of alcohol markers
- Shitdrawing collection over an particular connected lore I’m lot inspired & carry on HP drawing studies. Catching up 17 drawings late of Umitober 2022.
- Do Umitober 2023 & using prompts for Interconnected Subplot + Draco
- Clow Reed been a good motivation Focus primarily on Interconnected Subplot for developping all possible content, which will serve as accelerated training besides alleviate fifteen years of frustration. Current projects : some Drarry scenes. Some scenes of interconnected subplot. Some scenes related to Ciel and Alois concerning evolution of their dynamic. Hades & Selene collection. Pre-preparatory work concerning lore of trio Anakin / Luke / Frodo. Carry on 50 drawings / week, more if I can. Challenging goal is reach 200 drawings/month.
- write Watanuki Experience 2020 - 2023 from notebooks briefing
- buy a game console (since I have to replay & screams at SDR2)
- learn How To Do Gifs
Activity update: Again, it’s time for back of school October’s sensation ! October 2024 represent the ending circle of October 2023 — once more, time for search another job, in which I hope it will not take six months like last time when I took looooooooooooong holidays. For keep things simple : I’ll be always be here, and will manage normally to show up every day. Nevertheless, replies might not show up every day, and might not always be present 8h all days at Internet place. I need emotionally and mental recovery. I am emotionally exhausted to the point most days during my contract I fall asleep during the night and have no energy / no focus for doing anything else, hence need to heal and relearn how to enjoy free time. I need also an vivid break to deal with anxiety disorder who exploded at my face, for put a lot of effort into my job — in which energy will be redistribute in drawings ! (perfectionnism issue will be perceived into replies for have no worries).
Even since April 2020, Watanuki Experience ( astral travelling & spiritual awakening) is filled of transitions. I am suffering some of them once in a while, physically painful & emotionally exhausting so quality is higher. I’ll be a snail. Priorities will be replies & slowly drawings-posted-later.
Persephone nods along to Nico’s words. She would like to help him get somewhere comfortable to sleep. “Can I help you get somewhere comfortable? Somewhere you can rest?” She asks, not wanting to force anything. He seems very tired, and almost about to fall asleep right then and there. But hopefully he can hold out a bit longer.
When he mentions that taking a nap would be better, Persephone smiles softly. “Then rest. Take a nap. I’ll be here, making sure no one bothers you.” There is a grassy area that Persephone gestures to, where Nico could lie down under a tree. Persephone will happily watch over him until he wakes up, wanting to make sure he is safe. Persephone’s never had any siblings, but if she did, she would like to think she would look out for them to the best of her ability. So she will look out for Nico. After all, it’s the right thing to do. And found family counts , at least in Persephone’s view. Of course, she doesn’t know how Nico would feel about the matter. But now is not the time to ask. He needs rest.
Persephone will be happy to help in whatever way she can.
Describing eventually to Solace each little second of consciousness leaving his body, and going inside unconsciousness’s realm was something he imagined already his fearful expression, almost accusing him to force too much on his physical strength … in which he could imagining how funny it would be to remembering that position when countless darkened points danced around his vision. He didn’t perceive anymore where he was. In middle of the street? Inside a forest? Inside her home? A garden? He was barely guessing the features of Persephone, but inside a blurry manner he couldn’t perceiving anymore details that could define her, as she was becoming a vivid blur shadow in which he was doing his best for having enough energy for watching her. ❝ Somewhere comfortable … ❞ He agreed inside a very distanced voice, when the effort becoming truly impossible at the time being to speak once more. Temptation to let himself suffocated into the feeling appeared at this moment, as there was casual reminder, if he was around people, degree of his paleness, even with Persephone here, might bring her uncomfortable or been pushed into sending him somewhere else. ❝ Bed … in your house … just alone … just together … ❞ He managed to expressing inside a last effort, as the lack of consciousness was slowly eating him up, for forcing too much on what he could possibly handle inside a usual manner. As there was reassuring words, he nodded, as he couldn’t perceiving anymore where he was. ❝ Will explain later, sorry … ❞ He managed to say one last time before get wrapped inside that unconsciousness. Now, he simply wished timing would be good, and his father wasn’t going to show up — regardless the timeline — since he would have been the one having a higher margin. It would be a reminder to remaining careful, especially when he was jumping around between timelines in middle of a random shadow travel …
Have now just to wait for 12/24 for refuse one more deal inside P5 gaming & will get my three months of pain. Also, I think, inside some ironic & dramatic pattern, Akechi joigned Kokichi club on Team Denial or ‘can I pretend canon doesn’t exist?’
Well rumour concerning Tumblr just bring nightmare memories when I perceive Skyblog ending (archived on INA) turning Tumblr my unique social media platform
He knew that taking on the god of the underworld was going to be a task that wouldn’t be easy. He didn’t like listening to people who told him, to be careful, you never know who you might attack and how they might respond. What they didn’t know was that he had nothing to lose. Especially when the last time he took on someone bigger, taller, and stronger than him, well, the other person ended up bending their knees and doing what he wanted; and it wasn’t the god of the underworld who was going to scare him, far from it. “ You know, I once knew someone who told me exactly the same thing. He ended up bending his knees and giving me his blessing. That’s what you’re going to do, you know… All I have to do is approach your favorite woman and turn her into my own personal blood bag to see the agony in your eyes. ” He’s not here to play fair. He’s here to steal a place. Steal a crown.
How unfortunate to him. Really — it was a dramatic shame! Moment of experiencing a joke passed across ocean eyes who needed couple of seconds for accepting gently what he has been receiving as an answer, as it was something common. These words, tragically, was the ones he heard countless of time of one concerned kid that giving him all struggling of the world to been annoying at best with him. These words, remained the laying dangerous threat than an Emperor, also as immortal as he was, wished to get, though inside another manner: not stealing his crown, but having acknowledgement he was in equality than him. It was just really sad he was deeply late on the party. That his name wasn’t Alois Trancy neither Lelouch vi Britannia. That he came inside best wonderful circumstances when Deimos released his dangerousness for play that game. As much he was a merciful divinity, killing wasn’t something he would be sorry of. He massacred countless Athena Saints before, personally killed a long time ago enemy and sent him straightaway in middle of the Underworld — someone like him, well, it was too bad he killed for less than it. Since it was an exceptional circumstance, for that one moment, slowly, he released partially his aura, immensity of his over crashing Cosmo without taking in consideration how he could physically support the weight. He was lucky. He preferred doing things these kinds of things himself now. ❝ You’re sadly too late on the party. ❞ He threatened once more inside most innocent voice he could expressing, meanwhile keeping that mocking and condescendence feature. ❝ Besides, I give you one good chance to apology and be a good immortal knowing your place. O n e s i n g l e c h a n c e. ❞ Single perception than everyone feared even since Deimos awakening him could be put exceptionally put in motion. For that one last sentence, physical violence had wanted to been desired, nevertheless, it would be reacted inside a betrayal emotionality, instead he let the embracing atmosphere around them been suffocating. Ah, he could play that game. For sure, him begging wouldn’t be enough as an apology. Depending how far he goes, he was certain a little trauma in middle of the Underworld, removed of his immortality, will be grateful lesson of good manners. If he was enough patient not left him to been eaten by Cerberus. ❝ You’ve forget casual education it seems ❞
Playfulness decided to welcoming his sentence. Not that himself would considering himself as someone bad, for been the complete opposite and attempting to reflecting lightness of the stars since sunlight ones were something he barely given himself to begin with … but one invisible protector would be delighted to showing how horrible he might be publicly though him. Pretty much the one that will cheer if he killed someone. ❝ You’re lucky because I’m one of those who are in the dark greys, and whose darkness isn’t strongly recommended to see. ❞
“ How about you give me what I want and I promise not to turn this place into my personal buffet? ”
What sounded like an amusement turned out inside a condescending mockery. There was one exception of the rule that could allowing himself to doing that kind of demands though blackmail — exception in which he was currently attempting to remove mere forced right given to him. ❝ Impertinent that you are. ❞ He muttered slowly, as he was suffering far too much constant pressure to be personally threatened inside his ruler’s position for let ever someone else daring doing same thing — Deimos been blamed. ❝ Aren’t you the one disillusioned yourself that I could, in one fingertip, removing you of that immortality that you get flattered with ? What make you think you can naively blackmail me without consequences ? That I will content myself to blindness and forget ? What make you think you can made requirements like a child who has left the cradle ? ❞
Byakuya listened to what the other said with interest. Eyes focused on his visitor. There were many visitors which had come through to the Soul Society recently. Each unique and all connected to Hades —– god of the underworld. Byakuya nodded, a hand resting upon his chin for a moment. Slate eyes observing every detail, taking in each word as it unfolded and exposed the subtle layers that were hidden beneath the reality presented before him. As Hades once said, he had gotten to know what it was like to stand upon a crossroads. Time would tell if he would advance and touch spheres of influences that not many souls would.
❝ Would that kid be named Lelouch? ❞ He inquired, mentioning that child’s name once more. A child who visited and they spoke of many things. He had informed him about the other fragments, other realities and shared that his presence would bring about visitor after visitor. Hades himself said he was a shadow following that kid and everyone tied to him. It felt as if a web was now being weaved and wrapped around his reality, exposing shadows and grey areas. Arears that normal souls might never see without something to prompt their sight.
Not wanting to be a terrible host, he extends a hand to gesture towards a nearby kettle. ❝ Would you care for tea during our chat? I am afraid that here we mainly drink green tea. However, should you call again, I will happily try to obtain your flavor of choice for next time. ❞
In middle of the Japanese Underworld, of course Hades would be one having higher influence. Nevertheless, compared to the Purgatory in which uncertainty remained about how many foreknowledge he had — since he has been the one introducing to Battler, and also indirectly to him, connection between the chessboards, as clue … in which sharing name of one Beatrice turned out not a coincidence but kind of fatality — amount of knowledge he had upon circumstances … remained another mystery. It has been exposed knowledge to him on that point. Hades has been a shadowing presence among the members of the Ju Oh Cho long before an actual villain act was pulled worldwide, in which confusion about his intentions could been pictured, and how his shadows has been laying around not only behind his back but everywhere. For the Ju Oh Cho employees, met Hades was something they would hardly imagined someday, having dreading that moment probably since a long while, and expecting no kindness coming from experiences they must have heard on the kid influence on him. Hades was fairly amused about introducing himself more property than a mystery concerning his own presence, in which he remained … cautious about the entire thing. It has been one misunderstanding he made during that entire comedy that eventually caused a tragedy. Same comedy he has been seeking to distilling in middle of the Rokkenjima chessboard, using chessboards correlation for exposing truths. Since it would be another offered opportunity in middle of circumstances, Hades probably used confusion for act inside the Soul Society.
Nevertheless, assumption he might be the kid generated a mocking condescending amusement that betrayed the contempt that simply slipped though his expression. One second in which even that guarding mask of his transformed inside a gentle distress in which that mockery faded inside a careful sadness. Exposing the kid threatening the Soul Society to having him summoned. However, Hades wasn’t going to give any kind of context instead of acting of incontestable patentable figure he represented, in which he would use his knowledge as a shield. Beatrice had no reasons to expose her heart. He was the only one, as the murderer of that kid, to actually been allowed to describe him. ❝ I’m not that kid. ❞ He corrected slowly, in which discomposure of his expression widened. It was an understandable assumption. It was truly an understandable misunderstanding, for look young himself and could be considered as such as an immortal. Thinking about how bring more details, afterwards a sigh for giving himself strength to the oration, he described slowly. ❝ An blonde boy with blue eyes, recognizable by a small crown on his head — ❞ This smart addition for differencing him of his impostor actually generated an overall confusion, even to someone having an similar one upon the Rokkenjima chessboard, since he introduced himself as Maria’s invisible friend — dramatically imposing empathic on an abuse environment. Mystery was: did Ushiromiya Maria inspired him to reflecting her … or did it was other way around? It has been one of details among the chessboard in which he didn’t have an answer yet, in which Beatrice herself has been impressed by this position, and he would remember for a long time Battler wondering what was going on. ❝ — Victorian attire that you cannot miss out — ❞ Accidentally revealing his sexuality to the rest of the world, but Alois Trancy not attempting to seduce the random man he could annoy with was unheard for, so far … since devoted preference towards Hades also included to been seductive with him, maybe not inside an sexual manner, but in an manner to manipulating him for get what he wanted, since it was part of Hades exasperation. It wasn’t a big deal for him anyways. ❝ — and a mark of strangulation. Immediate chaos ensuring his presence cannot been missed either way, which it’s not something I wish. ❞ If he hadn’t run away to begin with … On the last point, he pushed behind remembrances about a dead body he has been forced to watch out until resurrection came. He didn’t mention neither another mark of his stomach … when frontal exposure of his guts had turned sick for hours in which he was unable to remove blood of the walls off his brain. Suzaku has been the one who perceived Euphemia last moments, that tragedy instant when she would exposing the last breath, when as much he has been the one pulling the trigger, he has been spared of perceiving consequence. Coincidence has made he received that cruelty with the kid. That blood in the walls haunted him each day. Even with consciousness he has been resurrected, ‘alive’ by Purgatory’s standards, many things could trigger back that single remembrance. ❝ Which is something it will be better be avoided altogether. ❞
Moment of mental disconnection happened as he couldn’t handle to normally speak about that kid without experiencing trauma he was living in all aspects, in which having a tea party in middle of the Japanese Underworld would be needed for clean out his thoughts. ❝ Of course, not. I came accustomed to tea party. ❞ He reached to lowered down the atmosphere, as there was amusement inside these last sentences. ❝ I’ll be around for a long while. I’m sure I can bring something else next time and content myself of what you’ve proposing for today. I’m sure, with what I have exposed, and correct the assumption, you must have many questions. ❞
To humans, they were magical creatures. Spirits, shinigami - the likes were all magical beings. Something fantastical. But the truth is, they were not magical. They were simply spiritual beings that possessed the ability to wield that force. They had accepted themselves and thus unlocked a power that was within them. However, that was their perspective. If one considered Lelouch’s proposed perspective, then they were magical beings. Zanpakuto spirits, kido - all of it was magical. For every perspective, there is an opposite perspective to be gained and understood.
In the end, the chessboards that Lelouch referred to, were simply battles of perspective and theory.
❝ People tend to align themselves with theories that interest them and pursue them. That is natural. ❞ Byakuya followed his reason because it was what he believed in and was interested in. Every ideal, every decision was based upon reason and logic. It was also, ironically, what was expected of him as someone of nobility.
❝ Within the context of this discussion, would you view our society as one based in magic? View shinigami as witches? ❞
Personal human experience he had differed of the others, hence, cannot pretending his entire perspective was general. Inside circumstances when he would need to pick a position, even inside a neutrality aspect, he would naturally be protecting the witch side, for understanding more sincerely the cruelty of their own perspective and experienced despair that cannot be orally expressed by usual confessions, and intending to reach that divine sphere in which he was feeling entitled. Dramatically, he turned out one of reasons, beyond the Witch of Illusions appearance and anchored reputation inside Rokkenjima chessboard, why this island expanded inside a vivid celebrity — Inside an opportunity to having the upper hand towards a divinity in middle of his home, he was been too inclined to doing the offence imprudently.
Magic and Shinigami didn’t work out together. Shinigami owned their own particular magic, but they were mythic creatures. Amusingly, stories would tell they were some urban legends coming from Japan, but this was partially true: they remained anchored into their mythology, and was linked towards divinity, and remained fragments of an afterlife in which the orthodox had no comparison. The orthodox reaper was perceived as a single entity, sometimes even a perception of Thanatos himself, not employees. ❝ Explaining the unknown with was they are the most familiar is indeed something people naturally cling into. Though, sometimes the unknown cannot be explained. ❞ No matter how many dimensions he passed though, C's world remained an obscure perception of the overall consciousness in which he interacted with, in which these fragments differed of Purgatory’s ones. Witches world was a fragmented one, a decomposition of various seals and cat boxes, in which Game Masters remained masters of their own world, and were toys of another witches observing them. Shinigami? They were working. They were experiencing the afterlife. They were the afterlife meanwhile living inside the landscape of it. Quietly, he pondered his next words, amused by how interesting their current conversation was. ❝ I would rather say, your world has magic incorporated into it. Your spiritual powers can be considered as magic. Nevertheless, compared to witches, who remain disorganized and fickle, your worldwide system is organized, where everyone has a role and is aware of the rules to follow, although you remain like witches in the borders of the beyond. ❞ Witches didn’t ask to been born. Witches didn’t ask to remaining trapped inside that only way of existence. ❝ Becoming an Shinigami can be perceived as an punishment or an blessing, nevertheless, you’ve remained part of the world, that could be possibly seen eventually. A witch — a witch needs to work hard, to push the odds, for hope likewise to been seen. While the hierarchy is clear among the Shinigami, it's viciousamong the witches. It’s bit different. ❞
Experiencing Shinigami world was maybe new, right, nevertheless, he had met a lot of people. It turned out comic at this point onwards Ju Oh Cho location coincided with the Soul Society; meeting the latter for expecting showing up in the former eventually. Perhaps not in same level of same dimension, though, it didn’t matter much. He was growing accustomed to it in middle of Purgatory, and oh, experienced countless Fragments of Japan without his knowledge without showing him his dearest face in middle of higher spheres. While dealing in middle of the human world, he pretended perception of an beloved innocent and harmless features when it concerned him, in which he managed nonetheless to anchoring himself towards that Emperor of Britannia title in which he was prideful with — even with the disaster he caused with the kid ordeal, there were still manners to keep up with his demonic reputation allowed to be generous, regardless if his own mistake caused him to be careful with that title. It was sad for the other party than he could only remaining unimpressed about that detail. Why should he care that he had orange hair? Why it should be so much an issue? He knew a witch having green hair which was perfectly understandable for him, and oh, if he wanted to be cruel, he could offer some wonderful comment towards Ushiromiya Battler, a red-haired man who was associated with someone sharing similar colour. However — he won’t be uncalled for. Frustration he had for Hades, without even searching to hide that barely veiled contempt, needed to be settle down with the main concerned. Like the Purgatory, he remained a student, another time a pawn in middle of higher spheres, depicting the feeling.
Indifference features would have been uncalled for all the same, though an emotionless expression remained as he respectfully listened him. ❝ It’s indeed rare among Japanese. ❞ He commented inside most gentleness voice he could reach, in which he showed slight amusement for overcoming that displeasure he sensed for his rival. ❝ You probably hadn’t see much purple eyes men, aren’t you? You know, as their true colour? ❞ Ushiromiya Battler will be forgiving him but it was too tempting to bully him at distance. ❝ I know personally an friendly man with red-haired hair, linked with someone having an closest colour as yours. I’m not going to misjudge you for it. I’m sure your position among dimensions must be something more interesting to talk? It’s not every day an human have such opportunity, right? ❞
A muscle in his face twitched, hearing a few of the positives Akira listed. So he’d fallen for at least a little of the lie, it seemed. He couldn’t really blame him though, it was part of the act.
Flipping through a few of the pages, he shook his head.
“I don’t write with others present,” he answered, actively ignoring and refusing to acknowledge any of the positive affirmations Akira said. He stopped on a page that appeared to be completely crossed out in pen, barely readable–and he snapped the journal shut. Why he didn’t just tear that page out was beyond him.
He cleared his throat and tucked the journal away, a scowl now fixed to his face.
Pick qualities that was overall present inside his personality with less opportunities to bene denied has been his single oral option to attempting to cheer him up. Nevertheless, it seemed he got one of them incorrect, in which thinking about which one — much later, in middle of his bed wondering how he could have said instead, or simply thinking about how to be more careful about his own words next time — might giving him a lead to fully understanding Akechi. He mostly received the lie than the truth. He mostly received the mask he was given to others than the reality, in which couple of minutes, one desperate speech couldn’t define his entire personality in one shot. To be suddenly ignored at the second for giving him attention he needed was something he was searching not to take personally. Did Akechi was betting to been perceived further unlikeable for pushing him naturally to let him go, and stopping hoping around? Did he hated him that much he remained enough naive to believe there has been honestly inside their relationship somewhere? From his own perspective, if he wanted cruelly lowered down Akechi to another degree of despair, he had the tools for that. He had all the remembrances, all the possible words, to tear him apart what he could believe. Nevertheless, this wasn’t the justice he believed.
Ignoring how to react towards that lack of returning emotions or words given to him, usual embarrassment returned inside his features, as he refused to leave, but would be considered to be smart to moving on closer to him. Why he wanted pull his journal back right now as an emergency if he pretended to be totally unaffected by what going on? By complete ignorance of his previous acknowledgements, it mostly showed, from his own side, he trapped him inside an oral dead-end, in which there was no rebuttal for now. ❝ Feeling melancholic then? ❞ He attempted by same neutrality he had earlier, moved a bit concerning the position he offered some light on, but preferring avoiding moving closer of the bed. There was always the risk he might attempting to kill him again. Something, in which, he had the generosity not to remember the fact. Internally thinking, especially coming from sudden change of behaviour as too much gentleness has been given, he concluded it was the approachable part. If he was denying his own intelligence, he wouldn’t be that much arrogant to switching over what he considered his own truth. He didn’t believe he was the kind of man to giving up. There was the risk he might, that he wanted to — but if he was still here, if he had survived, it showed strength against the odds. Concerning the convincing part — maybe in middle of his role? ❝ Tell me, do you enjoy the solitude you are in, or do you nevertheless hope for company? ❞ It was most careful question he could ask him, as he planned anyways to help him keep that room in order, and there was a betrayal inside his current action he was seeking to act the best he could on it. He wouldn’t have been invited otherwise. ❝ Hear some words of truth from my mouth, from your rival, end up annoy you ? ❞
