" How many times must I beg for forgiveness from a kami that won't hear me? "
How many times? how many times? how many times? how many times? I am tired. I am so, so, so .. tired.
I don't want to do this anymore, kami.
Please forgive me.
How many times? how many times? how many times? how many times? I am tired. I am so, so, so .. tired.
I don't want to do this anymore, kami.
Please forgive me.
✖ THE HOUSEHOLD OF THE AI MANOR
“We do not flay the skin — not anymore. It heals too quickly.
Instead, we erase presence. We blur identity.
The most obedient flower grows in the shadow of being forgotten.”
- ZAKAI AI
A household built on blood. An elegance barely hiding the roots of rot imbedded in this bloodline. The Kami detest them for their perfection, or do they? They surely don't seem to be any kinder to anyone. Not to the moth, anyways. Maybe it is true. The Kami's curse upon this wretched family, truly just from how wonderfully perfect they are. All too kind, loving, caring, and beyond all COMPASSIONATE.
That ought to be right!! RIGHT?! right. We all know, and agree.
" Look at me. Look into my eyes, Zanmokuna. If you can't stand yourself, why would you let others do it in your place? You stopped feeling. You stopped bein a human. Why can't you love us? why can't you love all of us? why can't you love yourself? .. Your curse, is your own being. "
He struggled, fought, and shouted for her to let go. To stop it. He was doing so well, he was doing so wonderfully well. He didn't want this. He didn't want all these reminders of his flaws, of his curse, of his existence being nothing beyond a taint upon his family's bloodline. What else can he do ? He wanted their approval, did he not? He wanted to be a perfect little child. Isn't this soooo cliche? What an unoriginal story. Oh, boo-hoo, little insect had his wings ripped apart! His poor little psyche rewired over and over to listen to a name that wasn't his, to bare a curse that's not his own. How many times did you hear this story? the black-sheep all hated by his little family? Yeah. Boring. Unoriginal. He's not unique. AVERT your gaze. Look aside. I know you're bored too!
Ahh ..
" You are like a son to me. You have me, and I am here for you. You are not broken, I - we - will mend you again. We will sow you back together. "
So laughable. Look, he even has a father-figure alongside him from this family! Ungrateful little shit. .. His caretaker, and the only person who was alongside him. Forever and more. The only individual who bore raising the child. The only one who held him against the wrath of his family. A father that was a lot more than that. His support, his mind, his soul. Anything he wanted from Zankokuna shall happen. No matter what is the cost, isn't that right Zankokuna? You'd listen to the only person who called you his son? That one you call dad?
I know you would.
You never will disobey him. Not again, anyways.
never again, dear child.
Rest, Zankokuna.
You are not alone in this obedience. Your bones remember more than your mouth ever could.“We do not flay the skin — not anymore. It heals too quickly.
Instead, we erase presence. We blur identity.
The most obedient flower grows in the shadow of being forgotten.”
- ZAKAI AI
A household built on blood. An elegance barely hiding the roots of rot imbedded in this bloodline. The Kami detest them for their perfection, or do they? They surely don't seem to be any kinder to anyone. Not to the moth, anyways. Maybe it is true. The Kami's curse upon this wretched family, truly just from how wonderfully perfect they are. All too kind, loving, caring, and beyond all COMPASSIONATE.
That ought to be right!! RIGHT?! right. We all know, and agree.
" Look at me. Look into my eyes, Zanmokuna. If you can't stand yourself, why would you let others do it in your place? You stopped feeling. You stopped bein a human. Why can't you love us? why can't you love all of us? why can't you love yourself? .. Your curse, is your own being. "
He struggled, fought, and shouted for her to let go. To stop it. He was doing so well, he was doing so wonderfully well. He didn't want this. He didn't want all these reminders of his flaws, of his curse, of his existence being nothing beyond a taint upon his family's bloodline. What else can he do ? He wanted their approval, did he not? He wanted to be a perfect little child. Isn't this soooo cliche? What an unoriginal story. Oh, boo-hoo, little insect had his wings ripped apart! His poor little psyche rewired over and over to listen to a name that wasn't his, to bare a curse that's not his own. How many times did you hear this story? the black-sheep all hated by his little family? Yeah. Boring. Unoriginal. He's not unique. AVERT your gaze. Look aside. I know you're bored too!
Ahh ..
" You are like a son to me. You have me, and I am here for you. You are not broken, I - we - will mend you again. We will sow you back together. "
So laughable. Look, he even has a father-figure alongside him from this family! Ungrateful little shit. .. His caretaker, and the only person who was alongside him. Forever and more. The only individual who bore raising the child. The only one who held him against the wrath of his family. A father that was a lot more than that. His support, his mind, his soul. Anything he wanted from Zankokuna shall happen. No matter what is the cost, isn't that right Zankokuna? You'd listen to the only person who called you his son? That one you call dad?
I know you would.
You never will disobey him. Not again, anyways.
never again, dear child.
Rest, Zankokuna.
Do not seek exceptions. Do not seek comfort. You are born of the Ai. That is burden enough.
☯ Whispers Of the Mind
| THE OCCULT CLUB [ OCCULT CLUB DISCORD ] | " There are fates worse than death. " The door has opened one day to illuminate the insect's curiosity. The first lamp that brought his attention onwards to what he could. Isn't it fitting? That he feels as though he belongs in a place known for being the subject of scrutiny for decades? The history of the occult club isn't the most .. pleasing one. Having had two generations that disappeared into thin air. Dying, or hiding? With nothing beyond whispers of their tales. Of what's been called a "club" once upon a time. It was between a group of oddities, did he find himself to feel most at home. Despite the curses, the anguish, and the pain that comes with being part of this club- there's a deep bond of ████████ amongst them. Enough that He found himself stepping up for Vice-Lead. In hopes to hold up the image of the club best that he could, in hopes to be of use, or to give back. The insect hated being in the spotlight, he hated his words having such a heavy weight. Yet, if it meant keeping those who were hungry for the knowledge behind this club at bay? Than so be it. He will choose this club over and over again, if it means giving an ounce of the safety this club had given him back. |
| THE ORDER OF THE BROKEN SEAL [ " The universe said I love you. " - DISCORD ] | " The Order will never fall. " A violent cult dedicated to the veneration of P-03. The group's objective is to attract ████████'s attention and obtain perks like power or help. The group represents a potential to obtain paranormal weaponry or cause a P-03 incident. A cult that bloomed heavily alongside the time Zankokuna had arrived into town. Or was it just his perception? Not that he knew. The insect found himself delving head-first into the group leading this circus. He couldn't careless for the deity they claimed to worship, a demi-kami under the name of ████████ that could not care less for their devotion. One that has mocked them over and over again. He only cared for one thing. They threatened the safety of the moon, and that is all. In a time where Zankokuna had but a singular soul that he entrusts his life into, he was ready to do anything to keep him safe. Including using his apartment as a place to hold hostage said leader. They served as nothing but a reminder that even weak-minded people, can have the strongest of wills. Especially, if it was led by immense grief born from injustice. A want to follow another into hell or heaven. Where their wretched soul belonged. It was a closed chapter by now. The scars from their work long itched into his skin, the lessons he learned engarved into his mind. One lesson was as clear as day, yet he decided it was not worth listening too. That the moon? attracted not only him, but everyone else. Especially who wish the moon harm. |
| KUERT (KARAKURA URBAN EXPLORATION AND RESEARCH TEAM) [ KUERT WEBSITE ] | " Don't Lose your North. " We are a group of urban explorers on Karakura. We list information about the places we explore, groups we meet and stories of other citizens. With the everdeveloping case of the order, amongst his research, he found this curious group. One he wouldn't have applied too had it not been for Remington's encouragement. Or approval. One of each work. A group that played a huge role in fighting against the order of the broken seal, collecting scrolls and gaining information to stop the corruption from spreading. A whole lot of college kids with no free time to speak off, yet the will to work, work and work to keep this island safe as much as possible. Without the order, they are a group of helping hands. For those who are curious about the locations, or those in-need of help in the sewers. Annonymous for the purposes of their safety, as many used to target KUERT for their information. The knowlesdge they harbor certainly are a main attraction. From hidden files, to cryptid words. What is Zankokuna's role, though? |
| TENKAI FOLLOWSHIP [ TENKAI FOLLOWSHIP WEBSITE ] | " Custodians of Karakura's Forgotten Dharma " We are the TENKAI FELLOWSHIP, an avant-garde blend of performance art, Shugendō, and Zen philosophy, infused with thoughtful social commentary. It would be a great disservice to Karakura if the teachings of the Lotus Sutra and Zen sects that saw prominence during the Kamakura period on our island were to be lost. A somewhat recent-ish rising group of .. very passionate .. individuals .. that's for sure. They preach about the Dharma, the Zazen teachings of the past, and advocate for "humanity". They also have a habit of collecting personal information, saying your worries into jars, and a main cast in numerous gatherings in the forest. At night. In white robes! That's cute, yeah. Sure. At their head is the student Seluvis Nakazumi, a very upbeat yet reactive highschool student that has all his screws right in the head and can never be wrong about your inner spiritual energy. . Anyone who says it's a cult, is correct. There is no other way of interpreting this. A group that rose not via brute force like the order, no no no .. but one that recognized the power of the mind. Influence. Soft-power. Undoubtedly, that makes them a lot more dangerous than any group before them. |
| MANHANTO [ MANHANTO DISCORD ] | "Now time for the main attraction. Let's show them why we are Manhanto" Manhanto is ruthless, reject mercy once and you will never receive it again. They will murder anyone in their way and demolish the gangs that stand against them. The gods always have a plan, and they are surely on Manhanto's side. A warning sign. A gang. An everlasting threat that lingered in the shadows. Making true on their promise, once you reject mercy you will never find it again. A force that does not attack in sole strength, or intelligence. But a dangerous mix between the two. From targeting an individual, to an entire group of people, to government officials. They do not relent. Attack after attack, with an ambiguous goal only they know. Being the victim to a few of their kidnappings proved nothing beyond the cruel sadism they carry. The utter feist they find in other's misery, the sound of the katana cutting down on flesh. They do not shy from violence, even if they seem like one's of a sound mind. A tension lingers in the moth's wings, or whatever is left off of them. A hatred that ran deeper than the roots of anger he bore for the order and Tenkai combined. The insect might not be the strongest, but he will find a way to repay the favor. Slowly, but surely. |
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" WhoAm I Is He? "
The clock ticks miserably, one ring after another. A light flickering above him. He turned to the side, yet only thing that met him was mirrors. Mirrors upon mirrors upon mirrors. They say if you look at a mirror for too long, you'd go mad. He certainly felt that 'madness' clawing it's way into his brain. Dead-eyed as he gazed everywhere. The ceiling, the floor, the walls and every square-inch of this room was mirrors. The insect gazed down at his hands, pale and ugly no doubt from trying to break those mirrors. The stench of copper filled the room. Alas, he could do nothing but gaze at his clothes. Trying to stave off the cracks. The shadows that crawled from every reflective corner. The whispers that grew louder, and louder, in his ears despite his lips never moving.
His hair was long, falling behind him in a black void against those mirrors. With a thud, the kid fell against the floor. Eyes falling shut finally. He was tired from gazing at those mirrors. Each reflection distorted his face, and each tick of that miserable clock made his eye twitch.
" Who
The clock ticks miserably, one ring after another. A light flickering above him. He turned to the side, yet only thing that met him was mirrors. Mirrors upon mirrors upon mirrors. They say if you look at a mirror for too long, you'd go mad. He certainly felt that 'madness' clawing it's way into his brain. Dead-eyed as he gazed everywhere. The ceiling, the floor, the walls and every square-inch of this room was mirrors. The insect gazed down at his hands, pale and ugly no doubt from trying to break those mirrors. The stench of copper filled the room. Alas, he could do nothing but gaze at his clothes. Trying to stave off the cracks. The shadows that crawled from every reflective corner. The whispers that grew louder, and louder, in his ears despite his lips never moving.
His hair was long, falling behind him in a black void against those mirrors. With a thud, the kid fell against the floor. Eyes falling shut finally. He was tired from gazing at those mirrors. Each reflection distorted his face, and each tick of that miserable clock made his eye twitch.
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Disfiguration, horror, eyes, etc.
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WARNING
The following media may contain themes that can make some viewers uncomfortable.
Disfiguration, horror, eyes, etc.
All media here is drawn by _ImHere4You_ | WhoTfAreU_
