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There is no such thing as "what if" in the Fate universe, only alternative routes.
Tsundere and not purple.
Sakura Tohsaka is the daughter of renowned magus Tokiomi Tohsaka. Unlike in Fate, she did not end up at the Matou household. Therefore, this Sakura has no link to Angra Mainyu nor had worms corrupting her body.
With her father dead and mother in an asylum, no other siblings around and never meeting Shirou, Sakura grew up living an isolated existence. Due to her lonely upbringing, Sakura often acts stern and uncomfortable around other people. She's really gentle and caring deep down but she has a sensitive temper. She is also incredibly shy and soft-spoken, finding it hard to show her real feelings about things, and often goes by unnoticed by people.
"Why’s my belly button showing?" Kazumi (ããã¿) is the eponymous main character of Puella Magi Kazumi…
If anyone is looking around for me, I’ll be on this blog for a bit. While I will still maintain this blog, I want to branch out of just the Type Moon fandom for a bit. I look forward to any of you that wish to RP with me with a different character.
Crap. I thought this was some sort of museum or something. The gates were open to the point where I thought it, and the doors were unlocked. What was I supposed to think? Though, at this point, I realize I’m horribly wrong. Is this a crime? Did I just break and enter into someone’s house? Will I be arrested for this, and if that, would I be let off for not knowing? I’m not even a citizen here, so what then?
“Er, ah, uhm,” I sputter out, not even forming proper Japanese words. Flustered and completely out of it, I stiffen my back, place my arms directly at my sides, stare straight at her, and bow.
“Pardon my crappy Japanese! I mean, intrusion!” I nervously say right after.
—What is wrong with me. Out of all the phrases in my Japanese textbook, that one had to stick out most clearly to me in that moment? With my back still lowered and my eyes pressed together tightly in irritation towards myself, I can’t help but…sigh tiredly. I rise, stare at the woman for a few seconds, and then open my mouth to say something. Anything.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “I mistook your house for a museum. It looks very large and pretty. Confusion was easy.”
"Huh?" Sakura said.
This man wasn’t speaking very good Japanese. She wished that she had paid closer attention in English class at this point! The only words she could mutter aloud in English was something like “Hello GI JOE, how are you?” That wasn’t going to be very useful. If Shirou were here, he could probably act as a go between….However, she then remembered that Saber could help!
"SABBBBBBBBBER-SAN!!!!" Sakura yelped.
"Tohsaka-san…You don’t need to shout. Your yelps make my ear drums bleed with how high they are…" Saber said as she entered the room where Eren and Sakura were standing.
"Eh?" Saber said as she looked at Eren. That would certainly explain Sakura’s panicked yelp.
"My friend cannot understand you. Since you’re European, I am going to assume you have some grasp on English? If not, I can also speak to you in German." Saber said while she frowned.
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Sakura gave Eren a disapproving stare. Just who was this man anyway? Further more, how did he end up in her mansion? Sakura was a tolerable person, but this was just beyond rude.
"E-Excuse me." She said. Her tone was uneasy but stern. "Who are you? This is not a public place for you be w-wandering around in. Did someone send for you to come here? I doubt that you are o-one of my relatives. So you’d better start explaining sir!"
Well, I was for like….3 years of the other me’s life or something.
But that’s okay. I am canon in some parallel world to the one you’re from. At least that’s how it works according to worlds of fiction…Oh drats, now I am rambling about metaphysics.
I am getting better at cooking!
thesunshinegirls replied to your post “Dear people, Please use salt or something else to break up ice on…”
We’re out of salt. You can’t even buy it around here.
Sorry to hear that. I’m mostly whining because I did hurt my back today. It’s mostly just a sore and frostnip but damn it is bothersome.
Please use salt or something else to break up ice on stairways. I don’t like being flopped around and landing on my back. It hurts and bruises are rather icky looking things.
"Look, my grandfather was a proud goatman. My father, was a proud goatman. And there is nothing you can do to hurt my goatman feelings.”
"Really? That sounds interesting. My dad runs a brewery…But I bet goats are much more interesting to deal with than drunks!"