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betcha i can get scarier than you.

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light glimmers in a flower, like jewels in a dream...
( a million miles away... come back, and stay )

Y’know, after over two straight years of being friends, you’d think Juju would be a little more used to Yaoyao’s particular brand of ‘I WILL either make you take care of yourself or do it FOR you since you’re incapable of it’ friendship.

No dice though. Juju still gets surprised about normal, mundane shit, like being dragged to a shoe store (to replace her raggedy-ass track shoes that are a few steps off from falling apart entirely), or being brought food (water, protein bars, some snacks Yaoyao made before they left the city), or even just being afforded basic decency (being slathered with sunscreen so that her pale, hermit, ginger ass won’t burn to a crisp in the thin mountain air this close to the cursed, stupid autumn sun).

Still. It’s… nice. Bein’ out of the city, out of the loud and the crowded and the smog. Bein’ out here with someone she likes as much as she likes Juju. Only thing that could’ve made it even better is if Baobao’d been able to tag along, but it’s okay. He’s busy, it’s only one weekend apart, and she’s the lucky biii… broad… with a monopoly on him most of the time anyway. One weekend won’t be the end of the world.

By the end of their hike, rounding the final bend, the sun’s slipping low on the horizon and Yaoyao’s gotten enough energy out that it’s Lili in the pilot’s seat, humming soft and sweet and hand in hand with Jun as they descend back into town. Maybe it’s odd still, for Jun, seeing such a different personality come over the tall, imposing frame that Yaoyao inhabits. Or maybe she’s used to it by now. Either way:

“It’s just about dinner time, now,” Lili notes, turning to offer Jun a smile. “Why don’t we go back and shower, rest a little, then see about finding something to eat when Yaoyao wakes up?”

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by sixsmith.

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What if I leave the light on
So the dark has a friend?
If the ghost light is burning
We'll invite something in
Let the dark free her secrets
That she keeps swallowing
Let her borrow my voice now
What if darkness could sing?

What would the dark say, if she could?

What I wouldn't give if, for just one night
I could shine so you would see me
But all I've ever been is the absence of the light
I don't shine, no one sees me
So won't you, you, you?
Won't you, you, you?
Won't you, you, you?
Won't you, you, you?

What if I leave the light on
So the darkness could speak?
If the veil could be lifted
What if shadows were seen?
Could they offer their wisdom?
Would they feel some relief?
Let them borrow my voice now
What if shadows could speak?

What I wouldn't give if, for just one night
I could shine so you'd see me
But all I've ever been is the absence of the light
I don't shine, no one sees me
So won't you, you, you?
Won't you, you, you?

What I wouldn't give if, for just one night
I could shine so you'd see me
What I wouldn't give if, for just one night
I could shine so you'd see me?

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TL:DR; Big Monster

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TL:DR; Big Monster

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this is where the bruises come from
this is where the game gets ugly.

Dread.

It hangs in the air. Crisp and heavy all at once, ozone and the weight of a dark, insidious fog pressing down on the heart, the chest, the lungs.

There's a shadow in the doorway. It looms, almost twice a normal person’s height, reaching all the way to the ceiling. It is- it’s shaped like a person, but also not - a great spectral figure, the suggestion of a shape that drifts like smoke in the air, weightless and immaterial, bleeding into wisps as its limbs sway, so deep a purple it looks almost black. A dozen long, slender arms emerge from it, rising at strange angles from its body, without reason, bleeding through its form and moving of their own accord, as if not attached by skin and bone at all.

Light doesn’t pierce its body at all. The shadows are too deep and dark, and its face is nothing but a pair of piercing, ominous slits of bone white in place of eyes.

Being beneath its gaze is like being a sparrow, flying beneath the eyes of a hawk. At any moment, it feels like the oxygen might be stolen like the air, like the shadows might spill outwards like a tide and swallow everything in its path, dragging it all screaming into the dark. Stand too close to it and you can feel your skin tighten, your hair raise, like standing in the pressurized aftermath of a lightning strike.

The figure is bowed over a petite, slender body, obscured mostly from sight by the hollow, harrowing dark. It lets out a noise — a fathomless, unsettling thing that echoes throughout the room, reverberating up the spine, enough to make a person want to flinch: a deep, grinding rattle, like dried bone vibrating across the top of a sheet of tin.

Dramatic...

Fun.

And then just like that, it’s gone.

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by sixsmith.

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l i l i

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» LEGAL NAME: Yànlí Suzui (厌离 yànlí, to dislike separation, 鈴伊 suzui, a bell)

» AKA: Lili
» GENDER: Cis. Female — She / Her pronouns
» SEXUALITY: Unexplored

» AGE: 20

» BIRTHDATE: 3/20
» SIGN: ☼ Pisces, ⇧ Pisces, ☾ Virgo

» AFFILIATION: Student

» DEPARTMENT: Heroics
» ALIAS: Suzui ?
» OCCUPATION: Quirk

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» HEIGHT: 150 cm / 4’11”
» WEIGHT: 41 kg / 90 lbs

» COLOR:

» EYE: blue-grey
» HAIR: soft lavender
» SKIN: pale from lack of sun

» FACE CLAIM

» NAME: Touka Kirishima / Bernadetta von Varley
» SERIES: Tokyo Ghoul / FE:3H

A shrinking violet, in the flesh.

Lili has no presence. None. She is a background character in the grand scheme of things, a faceless spare part. In a crowd or group, your eyes slide over her as if she isn’t there at all. She is perfectly and utterly unextraordinary, completely and totally average. In all her proportions, she is exactly what may come to mind when you think of the word ‘petite’: short, dainty, fragile-looking. Whether serving as Yaoyao’s lavender shadow or not, she carries herself just the same: chin down, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers most often nervously fiddling with each other or clasped tightly in front of her.

In human form, Lili would first and foremost describe herself as plain. After all, she knows very well what she is; thin, awkward, unlovely. Her face is round, dappled with faint brown freckles, and when she smiles or laughs, dimples indent her cheeks. Her hair, incurably wavy and cut short near her chin, is a dull lavender. Her eyes, which might be called blue in passing, are a shade closer to grey-brown than anything else. She is knees and elbows and shoulders, halfheartedly adorned in printed flower dresses and baggy cardigans, as if any of it might redeem a tragically hopeless canvas.

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» POSITIVES: 🌷 careful 🌷 kind 🌷 generous 🌷 determined	» NEGATIVES: 🥀 anxious 🥀 shy 🥀 timid 🥀 self-conscious
»LIKES: 🌷 gardening 🌷 petrichor 🌷 making music 🌷 bunnies	»DISLIKES: 🥀 scary movies 🥀 antique dolls 🥀 corn mazes 🥀 large dogs

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Where to begin?

On paper, she is Yāojīng Suzui. She has always been Yāojīng Suzui, save an incident in her first year of high school that prompted a legal name change and an overhaul of her entire appearance, style, and personality. She was born in Wuhan, China, moved to Medellin, Colombia when she was 10 years old, and moved to Japan when she was 15. Fukuoka for high school where she met her current boyfriend, and then Tokyo for university.

As far as her opinion goes, that’s all you need to know.

Of course, you can ask. Yaoyao has few soft spots, and any chinks that do exist in her armor are tucked safely behind boundaries guarded by towering walls, steel wires, and vicious dogs even quicker to bite than the mistress herself. Which is a statement in and of itself. And that’s if she deigns to decide you’re worth the time and effort of letting you talk to her in the first place, which… unless there’s something of import or interest to her involved, people seldom are.

All in all, just one of the leading mythic b-----s of UA university, back for another year of terrorizing teachers and raising hell. No ‘misunderstood jerk with heart of gold and more to them than meets the eye’ nonsense going on here.

…. But sometimes - every once in a while - when Yaoyao appears to be nowhere to be found, there’ll be another young woman wandering the grounds of UA University and the surrounding city. A girl with soft lavender hair and silver eyes, looking all at once both helplessly lost and terribly alone.

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hint.


("ask your demons where they came from
and they'll open their eyes
and start to remember
what they were protecting.")

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