favorite manga ☆ loveless (kouga yun)
If you lie to me, everything will fall apart. Whatever you say will forever have been said. Words that are pure are like bullets. Those bullets can slice open a person’s heart. If you say that you hate me now, then I could never bear to hear your voice again.
Know that I love you dearly. There is no one as important as you in the world. It’s true. See how my words… Do you see how easily they pierce your heart?
My man of the day.
Day 8- Heath Ledger
Q:Can you recommend some good Sasukarin fics if you don't mind where they aren't ooc for the most part at least? I would definitely appreciate it!
There are a few fics I know of that are decent, but given the size of the SK fandom as a whole, we don’t have much to peruse. However, I do have four to suggest, especially these first two:
something of a start by Goth-Punk88: Mild AU. It’s about how the two of them interacted prior to Orochimaru’s death and why they would be close without the Forest of Death to start things on Karin’s end.
Four stories where they’re in-character and still interact, but end up with different people (platonic SK unless stated otherwise). I’m giving these longer explanations simply because they need them in this situation:
In The Blood by justplainrii: SasuIno and kind of SuiKa (it’s a business relationship for the most part), and while their interactions are… complicated, it’s been over twenty years and they’re both dealing with their own problems. Very in character, but not exactly SK in the way one would hope. I would still absolutely recommend it to anyone looking for them to be in-character or in a next gen fic. This is, however, the “unless stated otherwise” one because time has made some glaring changes.
One Chance by chica blanca: Time-traveling Sasuke. Karin hasn’t been reintroduced yet, but Sasuke is rather broken after what happened in the future, and hallucinates his old teammates, both Taka and Seven. His memories and hallucinations of Karin paint her in a very positive light, especially as his last memory is of her sacrificing herself for him. No actual pairings that I can remember.
Chasing Yesterday by The King in White: Sasuke x fem!Naruto (joked/teased SuiKa). Time-traveling Sasuke, again. Platonic SK, in that once she figures out that something is different (the time travel) and that she no longer has a chance as a result, she just supports him (and Naruto, once it becomes clear whom exactly Sasuke’s in love with) and does her best to find happiness for herself anyway.
Connecting the Dots by Afalstein: It starts of with Dark!Sasuke from the Kage arc, but after a ton of character development, becomes platonic SK/platonic Taka. Some OOCness, but it seems to be more out of ignorance than spite. Crossover with the DC universe. Only Naruto ship is NaruHina.
A few of my own can be found here, though if you want something more specific:
There’s SK in focus of
- A Drop of Blood on a Stormy Night
- Seven Hawks Flying in a Circle
- In the Midst of Battle
- Three Generations of Brunettes and Redheads (crossover with Harry Potter; this is the best one out of the four).
For platonic, hinted, background, or too-young-but-maybe-in-the-future SK, I’ve also written:
- A Day with Taka
- Gender Confusion (late in the story)
- Where’s the Rest of the Body?
- The Tracker (crossover with The Avengers/MCU)
- Fly Free (One Piece crossover)
- Keep the Fox in the Bag (SnK crossover; also, SK’s presence in that is a bit of a spoiler; I haven’t gotten that far yet)
- A Forsaken Reincarnation (SnK crossover; it’s in the past)
As you can tell, I’ve written more SK than I’ve read (or rather, read and liked), but that’s mostly because there isn’t a very big pool to choose from and I am very picky.
Hope this helped!
Q:Ming Hua sees a new mother carrying her baby and reflects on that. Is this an acceptable prompt?
Not sure if this is what you had in mind with this prompt, but I do hope you enjoy it. Thanks for sending the prompt. ^_^
Ming Hua was never really the motherly type. To be honest she didn’t really even want a kind. But somehow, she found that every time she saw a mother carrying a squirming infant, that a knot would from in her throat.
It simply just wasn’t fair.
She’d never have that.
Sure, she could always carry a newborn of her own using her liquid arms. But that just wasn’t the same, she’d never actually feel the smoothness of the baby’s soft skin. Or the warmth of its touch as it wiggled around.
Such a thought always seemed to flow into the next; Ming would reflect on what it was like when she had arms.
She missed them.
She missed the impact of a volleyball colliding with her forearm as she bumped it over the net.
She missed being able to truly grip a steering wheel.
Hell, she even missed the pain of accidently brushing her hand against a hot surface or the frigid feeling she got upon forgetting her gloves and touching the snow anyhow.
But above all she missed being able to gently caress the face of a lover. Her lover. But the asshole had left her after she had lost her arms, claiming that she was ‘kind of embarrassing to be around’ and that she ‘couldn’t provide him with what he wanted’.
Ming didn’t fight to keep him. He wasn’t worth it if he couldn’t love her for who she had become.
With that she looked back at the happy mother smiling down at her baby—running her fingers through its hair and tickling its belly.
Sure—if Ming had a child—she could tickle it with her water arms, but she knew damn well, that it would not the same.
Ming longed to wrap her arms around herself as a comforting gesture.
Why couldn’t someone love her enough to have a child with her…to want a child with her?
Why couldn’t she get to hold a baby like that?
Why did it have to be her?
Ming kicked the nearest rock she could find across the street. And then kicked another upon thinking; kicking shit is the only thing I’m good for anyways.
She dropped herself down onto the pavement.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“No, P’Li, I don’t.” She snapped. “Why don’t you go have fun with Zaheer?”
Ming Hua half expected the woman to sit down next to her anyways. But for once she didn’t do so.
“If you’re sure.” The firebender shrugged.
Shrugging…just another thing Ming could not do.
“Yes, I’m sure.” Ming muttered. She turned her attention to the mother again. The woman was now standing there laughing with her significant other. Ming’s frown deepened.
Lots of it.
The husband…boyfriend…whatever he was retreated back into the restaurant from which he had exited. The woman was once again alone with the baby. Ming looked at her lap. She wiped a tear from her eye with what was left of her shoulder.
“Go away P’Li.” Ming sniffed, trying to hide her soft cries.
“I’m not P’Li.” A woman sat down next to her.
Ming did her best to shake the hair out of her eyes and looked up. It was indeed the woman, her baby cooing in her arms.
“Do you want to hold her?”
Ming hesitated and nodded. She looked around the street, and form the nearest puddle fashioned herself some arms. She took hold of the baby. The infant stopped her cooing and looked up at the woman now holding it.
The baby’s smile grew wide and she flailed her arms about, happily tugging at Ming’s long dark hair.
The waterbender ran her liquid arms over the baby’s forehead, leaving a wet trail where it had touched.
“She likes you.” The woman smiled.
“You’d be a great mother.”
“To bad I’ll never have the chance.” Ming Hua gave a bitter laugh. “No one wants to be with someone like me.”
“You sure? That guy over there has been eyeing you for over an hour.” The woman laughed.
Ming Hua followed the woman’s pointer to no one other than Ghazan.
“Oh, him. He’s just a friend, nothing more.”
“Well, I’d say he’d like something more than friendship. I heard him mention it to my husband.”
Ming couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “He such a pain in the ass.”
“Yeah, and he’ll be your pain in the ass…if you let him.” The woman looked up. “I should get back to my husband.”
Ming handed the woman’s child back to her and watched as she crossed the street.
Perhaps the time for reflection and regretting was done. Perhaps it was time to accept (once and for all that is) and move forward.
Perhaps she needed to stop looking at the past and start looking towards the future.
“You can crawl out from behind the bushes now.” Ming glanced over at Ghazan.
Her future was going to be an odd one alright…
Y’all probably want to know why that woman let a known criminal hold her child. To which I can give no logical explanation. :D
Does anyone remember the Miner Story from the anime’s finale? How strange and cryptic it was? Well. It’s even more important that we remember it now, with the manga’s new arc. Because this story reveals things that are now being shown in the manga, and was clearly written, as I’d expected, as a story for the manga-readers to digest and think about.
Originally, this aired when everyone was still trying to get Eren back from BRY. I remember people mostly focusing on the fact that the walls have a bottom, and talking about that rather than anything else. But no one seemed to talk about the various plot holes:
- If the miner managed to tell people about his findings, how come no one knows? Hange herself even talked about how horrible it would be if the titans learned to dig, because they’d be able to dig under the walls- it’s clearly not common knowledge.
- AoT is not a magical story. How did the miner and the hole disappear? That makes no sense… Right?
It was so confusing, and we couldn’t really make sense of it at the time, beyond the basics. It’s… Almost similar to the cryptic foreshadowings we’ve seen of BRA being titan shifters. And we all know how much Isayama loves foreshadowing.
Read it again. If you do, I’m sure those of you keeping up with the manga will realize what I’m pointing out here: this was a foreshadowing of the Central Police’s antics. This is one of the stories that was a result of what people like Sanes did. People heard him talk, and it got reported. The Central Military kidnapped him and most likely killed him, and when his friend went to the Garrison about it, they and the MP covered up the entire thing. That’s why it was 'a large-scale search party … a little excessive for one poor miner.' They were never searching for him, they were covering his tracks and making sure that no one ever found that hole. And that explains why his friend was later kidnapped, as well: he knew, and they couldn’t allow that.
This was all just one of the many cover-ups the MP have done, of which we’ve seen one of in the last chapter. Even the journalists are on the side of the MPs- and that’s how this never, ever became common knowledge. That’s how not even Hange knew:
Because, like the journalist of last chapter said, 'Our publication's report will spread even faster than the rumors.'
Day 4: Memories
Karin never knows if he remembers.
He’s told her about his previous memory troubles, of the memories that trauma had locked up for years when he’d been a child, but that had little to do with her wonderings.
What she wants to know is if he remembers that first meeting in the forest, when he saved her, in more ways than one, and gave her the rest of her life with a free smile on the side.
What she wants to know is if he remembers the nights she’d spent by his bedside, obsessively checking his vital signs and worrying herself into an early grave, because he’d pushed himself too far so that he could convince Orochimaru to teach him more, and wasn’t awake enough to bite her by the time she got there and saw the damage; she was sometimes too exhausted by the time Kabuto took over to know if Sasuke had even woken up and known she was there.
What she wants to know is if he remembers the nights she’s snuck out while Suigetsu and Juugo were asleep and just sat on the roof of whichever building they were staying at, right next to him as he kept the night’s watch, quiet as a mouse and watching the sun rise, one of the few indulgences they could afford themselves anymore.
What she wants to know is if he remembers the way she would flinch away from his touch after they war first ended, the memories of lightning piercing through her heart all too fresh, the actions during the war itself not yet enough to override them.
What she wants to know is if he remembers her coming into his room after the war to sooth away the night terrors that caused his chakra to flicker so violently that it even woke her.
What she wants to know is if he remembers that she’s always tried to be there, even if she couldn’t be what he needed.
Because she has those memories.
And they are precious.
She never asks.
She never confides.
Not to him.
But he is told all the same.
And his lips brush against her ear, arms closing around her to still her trembling, and whisper the words she so badly needs to hear.
“I remember it all.”