“Oh, it’s already the eleventh…” Whoops, looks like someone forgot about their own birthday.

Thanks a lot, all of you! I’ll definitely keep the account, I love rereading old rp-s, too xD so I doubt I would actually delete it like, ever

so I guess this counts as a semi-hiatus? I’ll get on here if I have replies I feel like writing but not really starting new things for now?

also Rae you’re one of the three people that always kick my muse awake no matter what so if you replied I’d definitely be active again lmfaoo (but I didn’t mean to pressure you!! there’s no hurry, we have stuff going on with Shiemi too :3)

I currently have 10 ongoing threads on this account, and only 1 bothers to reply to me at all.

Keep muse / delete ?

fem-rin-okumura:

“Oh, shut uuuup, I haven’t gone there for a while!”

She can’t remember the last time she went to that restaurant, actually - it’s not like the monastery can afford to go there every other week or something. And she was young at the time! Huff. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Mumble. No she doesn’t - though the route looks very familiar, now that she’s really thinking about it. Maybe she would’ve protested to the hand-holding before the incident, saying how she’s a grown up and not a child anymore - but for the time being, she’s more than okay with complying, 

She wasn’t that young, but Shirou is going to let this one slide. After all, Rin has been through a huge load of things since last time, even if it hasn’t been that long of a period. He merely shrugs his shoulders, offering another smile to his daughter — he’s completely aware of the fact that she still doesn’t know for sure where they are going, but thankfully, the Reverend remembers, so it’s no problem at all only good teasing material.

They enter the place in silence, but that silence doesn’t last long — for no sooner than three seconds later, they are already greeted by one of the older waitresses, one that’s been here for a good long time. She beams at them both, recognizing them in an instant, and going off on a tangent of how much Rin has grown in the meantime, and how she thought they’ve forgotten this place, as she leads them to a free table, and then finally pulls out her pen and tiny notebook to take their order. Of course, this is mainly a sukiyaki place, but there are a few other dishes as well, not to mention sukiyaki can entail a wide variety of ingredients. Shirou flashes her one of his most disarming smiles as he offers a general beef broth, then turns to his daughter. “You?”

thedragoonawakened:

When Tousan squeezed his shoulder, Yukio looked up, the frown deepening a bit as he listened to his father’s words. 

He knew the connection meant something. However, as much comfort as he took from it now, he couldn’t help but worry about what would happen later. If…when the bond broke, it would hurt, probably a lot, and he couldn’t help dreading that pain.

Before he could cycle through those thoughts again, he was engulfed in another hug from his father. He nearly gasped from how unexpected the force of it was. He usually tried not to dwell on how the aftermath of the possession had weakened his father, even though he felt it each time he was pulled into Tousan’s embrace. The strength of the current embrace hearkened back to when he was young, when his father’s hug could force the wind out of him even as it comforted him.

Yukio wrapped his arms around his father and returned the embrace with equal force. For once he didn’t have to hold back and he savored it, just as he savored the words Tousan was saying.

“I don’t think there are human words to describe it. It’s just there, and it’s wonderful. It’s why I welcomed it as soon as I felt it forming.” He closed his eyes a moment, relishing the feeling. “I wouldn’t want to make it go away.”

He pulled back just a bit so he could see his father’s eyes, again marveling at how similar they were to his own.

“It’s strange. I know some would be appalled at me for saying this, but even though it is something demonic, I can’t help but see that connection as a blessing. I am linked to my dearest family in a way that humans can’t quite comprehend, and I’m deeply thankful for the opportunity.”

Even as he said those words, Yukio felt some of his earlier trepidation fade. No matter what happened in the future, right now he had a chance to share something unique with his father, something which he wouldn’t have been able to do without the spell Tousan was under.

Shirou allowed himself a smile. The boy was stubborn, but he had sense, and he listened to his father most of the time. He was glad that now was one of those times. He enjoyed the hug he was receiving back just as much as his son was enjoying the contact, and when they finally let go of each other, and the Reverend leaned against the counter again, listening to his son’s words, they only made his smile widen.

“Yukio, you spend way too much time grieving the things you have lost,” he finally said quietly. He didn’t want to break the mood, as Yukio finally seemed happier about it all, instead of ashamed, which was certainly an improvement, but still this was something he had to say, and he could only hope the boy would understand it to its fullest meaning. “Even if you lose something, you should be grateful for having had it in the first place. Lost happiness is still better than happiness never known, is it not? I certainly wouldn’t live my entire life numb, protecting myself from possible pain with the cost of never allowing myself to savour happiness. Just enjoy it while it lasts, and be sure to remember what it was like, later, when it’s gone — then you won’t be unhappy.”

The smile still stayed, unmoving. He understood each of the words Yukio said; since they were similar now, he could feel instinctually the things the boy was talking about; he felt the same bond to his son, and truly, even if it made him a heathen in the eyes of bigot Christians, he couldn’t help but agree with Yukio when he said it had to be a blessing.

He’d never stopped counting them.

Made to link the people I RP with the most~

Still for personal use only, but I’ll gladly make more if someone wants me to :3 (These are a little thicker, 30px wide instead of the usual 25, but the icons would have looked so tiny otherwise… o well.)

EDIT: Okay, on second thought, aside from the fact that I used these people’s icons to make the scarves, they’re pretty generic, so feel free to use any of them; no credit necessary either.

nejikureru-honoo:

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Asked by thewrathfulone

_{{fuck I completely forgot I had this sitting in my inbox wehh}}

“What the hell!!! I’m going to pour holy water on you, you little—” Ehm. Cough. A reverend does not swear. Not usually.

fem-rin-okumura:

She simply allows the hair messing, not doing much about it other than shaking her head slightly when she lets go of him, hearing his question and looking at him sheepishly. 

“No?” Okay, so maybe she doesn’t know where they’re going, but hey, she stopped before leading them to some place and getting lost, right? Hmph. “I ain’t an idiot! ‘Least I’m not a forgetful old man~!” 

Though she allows him to take her hand, holding onto his loosely as she follows after him, the direction looking fairly familiar yet still somewhat forgotten in the back of her mind. (It’s not as though they got to go out for sukiyaki very often, anyways.) 

“No, you’re definitely not,” Shirou has to agree with that. “You’re a forgetful young brat,” he adds, and before Rin could even respond, he lets out a loud bark of laughter at her expense. He might have forgotten what they’d originally wanted, but she is the one who doesn’t even remember where anything is in the district she’s spent her entire childhood growing up in!

“Straight ahead, dummy,” and, letting go of her hand, instead he gives her a gentle shove at the small of her back, prompting her to begin walking again. True enough, they didn’t use to go out eating all that often back then — but, whenever they did, Rin almost always managed to convince them to go to that one place, the one that had that magnificent sukiyaki she wanted to get ahold of the recipe of. How can she not remember the place now? Shirou is pretty sure they remember her there, at least.

little-demon-rin:

The younger boy, when he was put down felt a little bit better, well actually a whole lot better. There was a lot that happened and it seemed like it had more of an impact on him than he thought it would. But it was all calming down now, and he hoped that it would stay like this— Even for a little bit. 

“I don’t think it’s really too much..” Rin said, smiling still at the other, “I mean, Yukio’s going to eat, and everyone else, and I’m really hungry.” And the boy put a little bit of emphasis on the ‘really’ when he was talking about himself of course, a really big part of him wanted it only to be for him honestly. 

Then it was what his father had said next that got to him, and made him frowned a bit. For a minute there…he had almost forgotten that the whole accident happened…. “I-I guess we don’t.” Rin spoke up, looking away from the older male. But then it stayed quiet for a little bit, that uncomfortable silence that lingered there for a while. He didn’t want to get too excited…. 

“I guess that sounds fine then.”

Shirou let out another chuckle at the boy’s enthusiasm. Frankly, he was all too happy to let go of the entire incident, at least for now, certainly. It had been enough anguish for a day; they were both tired and hungry, and there were people waiting for them. He ushered his son inside the monastery grounds, running his fingers through his own hair with a small sigh.

“And who is going to make it, hmm?” he questioned, the grin now spreading a little wider. “Would you like to?” Rin usually got excited when his father allowed him to cook for everyone, and have the kitchen all to himself; it made him feel all grown-up. It was also part of the reason why Shirou had suggested tamagoyaki; it was an easy enough dish that even with Rin’s current kitchen skills, he would have no trouble with making a decent portion in a short time for everyone to get satiated with.