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crawled back to my death note obsession vis a vis aforementioned birthdaymassacre demons . the hiatus persists

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gevanni death note the words i could write for you…

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There’s a quiet guilt that seems to follow the Yagamis around like a shadow.

They’re not particularly stand-out. They’re dry, nuclear, a magazine family. Your neighbours who would never hurt you but whose cheek-hurting smiles make it hard to sleep at night.

Soichiro is a superintendant general for the National Police Agency; interesting, but he’s no celebrity. He works all day and for most of the night and he sleeps for five and a half hours at most.

His partner, Sachiko, is a regular housewife. She cooks well and she likes the fun of dramas and loves her children and her husband dearly and she keeps all of her fears inside because she wouldn’t dare to trouble anyone.

Their son, Light Yagami, is special. He’s the top student in the country. He’s certainly clever, probably a genius. He has hundreds of friends and he makes three new ones every time he goes out and he has big brown eyes and a good build. He’s almost painfully regular.

Sayu Yagami is a sweet girl. She’s a kind soul. Heart of gold. An angel on Earth. Well-behaved, and a gift to those around her. Every word they use to describe young women when what they really mean is she knows how to keep her pretty mouth shut.

Soichiro is always disappointed in himself. He’s ashamed that he raised his voice by three notches under pressure and he’s ashamed that he works too much and never sees his wife and daughter and he’s ashamed that he can’t throw them both aside and become one with the career he keeps trying to quit (and he’s ashamed of that, too).

Sachiko hates to take up space. Her friends see the thin bags beneath her eyes and the way those eyes are always darting around and they ask if she needs help. Sachiko’s answer is always the same; A muted smile and a no, thank you, but you’re so sweet for offering, because a good woman’s knees never buckle underneath the weight of a family.

Light is constantly making up for something, and nobody knows what. He always tips every waiter and caterer everywhere he goes, like Americans do in the movies, and he counts out each fifty-yen coin like he’s hoping one of them will clear the unseen weight off of his shoulders. None of them ever do.

Sayu is quite similar to her older brother, but she’s different, too. Whereas Light’s guilt appears as a burden that he’s constantly trying to shake off, a karma he’s hoping to pay off, Sayu’s guilt is something different altogether.

It’s effeminate; pretty. It’s a fetish in the religious sense of the word. Sayu loves to be sorry, loves to be making up for things, and she has no clue how to be forgiven. She isn’t good at being angry, so it’s easy to tell herself she doesn’t deserve to be. Doesn’t need to be, when she could busy herself seeking redemption.

She foots the bill when she and her friends go out to eat. She’s the first to offer help whenever you need it, no matter how close you are. If you’ve spoken even once before, you can surely count on her to keep herself up at night fretting over your problems. Somehow, it is always, always her fault. That’s the way she likes it, after all.

God, somebody needs to help her.

Nobody is going to help a Yagami. What a suicide mission that would be.

You need to help her.

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thiiis close to writing birthdaymassacre fanfiction. thiiiiiiis close

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quick note on this acc that, much to the public’s shock, awe, and delight, i will be dropping off of the face of the earth in the throes of a carpal tunnel flare up

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I NEED HIM SO BAD

HOLY SHIT

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i've been writing a lot in english lately and it has made me realise more than ever how funny my experiences learning the language were

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masterlist

genshin impact

ex-adeptus fatui reader concept piece [ 1.3k, angst (?). zhongli and tsaritsa-centric ]

dreamboat [ 1.5k, fluff & humour. kaedehara kazuha ]

voltron: legendary defender

nighttime conversations [ 1.8k, angst, hurt/comfort (?). matt holt ]

gentle hands [ 906 wc, angst. keith kogane ]

more to come!

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wrote 4.8k words. went to fact check tiny piece of lore. came away with the discovery that the entire foundation of everything i have written is completely wrong

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PATTERN BANNERS | galaxy.

okey, I love this set so much, I’m so happy with it. I love all things space and stars and galaxy related. I have many colour sets coming so keep an eye out for those ! i really like what i did here ahahahah. 🤍🤍🤍

colours : 001 / 002 / 003 / 004 / 005 / 006 / 007 / 008 / 009

feel free to use; please like, reblog, and credit 〜

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𓏲⠀seas the moment ─ kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader .ᐟ ⋆

When the platinum blonde-haired boy joined the Crux, your first impression of him was about how quiet he was. No, not just quiet— deadly silent. He moved from one place to another as if he were a ghost; not a sound could be heard.

At first, you thought that he was simply experiencing seasickness. Since his hands tightened on the railings whenever the ship rocked, and he flinched slightly when the storm caused the ship to shake more than usual.

After observing for a while, though, you came to a conclusion that it was more likely homesickness. The wind around him was melancholic, mirroring the sadness in his eyes— red ones with yellow hues, that were setting with the sun itself. His expression tended to get unreadable sometimes, resembling the changing tides. Grief to acceptance, then grief again.

You trusted Beidou with your life, therefore your faith never faltered a second in her judgement to take him to the sea. Yet, watching him now, you wondered if he would get through it— whatever was troubling him.

Looking at the plate of fresh bulle fruits and grilled fish in your hands, you decided to talk with him a little. He must be feeling lonely, a little conversation wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? He also hadn’t eaten all day, so this might be a good opportunity to have a chat with him.

The second you sat next to him, his shoulders stiffened. You panicked a little, was he uncomfortable? You increased the distance among you by moving a little further away, then placed the plate between him and yourself.

He didn’t move an inch.

Neither of you said a thing.

The only sound was the crashing of the waves against the ship, other than the loud beating of your heart. It was only because the silence was making you nervous, you told yourself.

He didn’t comment on it.

Concluding that he wasn’t going to be the first to speak— something you did expect— you took the matter into your own hands.

“The plate is for you. Don’t forget to eat the bulle fruits, especially, Vitamin C is important for us sailors.”

His gaze remained fixed on the sunset, but a quiet hum left his lips.

You didn’t leave.

Taking the plate with one hand, his head finally turned towards you.

He still haven’t uttered a single word.

It was not much of a surprise, anyway. You didn’t think much of it.

Then, remembering the number one reason why you approached him in the first place, you started looking through your pockets.

Ah, here it was.

A maple leaf. From Inazuma.

Your original intention was to keep it for your memory book, but he probably needed it more than you.

Just as you tilted your head to look at him, you realized he was still watching you. You felt your cheeks get warm but handed him the leaf nonetheless. His fingertips brushed against yours as he gently took it. The wind around him softened, a calm breeze welcomed you.

You averted your gaze, hoping he wouldn't notice how flustered you were.

“Smells like home, doesn’t it?”

It did—well, not exactly. It smelled like the salty sea and your presence. Still, he smiled for the first time since stepping onto the ship.

“Feels like it.”

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑⠀ notes below .ᐟ ⋆

𓏲⠀ my boyy aaaaa i love him i love him i love him. i am so glad that i finally added him to the masterlist !!!! + listened sunsetz by cas the entire time!! .ᐟ ⋆

𓏲⠀ not proofread but i am kinda proud with how this one turned out ?? i hope my opinion doesn't change lol .ᐟ ⋆

𓏲⠀ also used bulle fruits as in oranges/tangerines , hinting a little bit at scurvy GJDEHJGEDJHH (don't mind me it's my classes getting into my head) .ᐟ ⋆

𓏲⠀ i hope you enjoyed it <33 .ᐟ ⋆

© meritski .ᐟ all rights reserved to me, which means; you can not plagiarize, repost, translate or feed my works to ai .ᐟ

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i must confess that i've been rotating them for a whilee

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sketches of my favorite guy ever of all time

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gnawing at the bars of my enclosure utterly consumed by death note wammys boys fic idea but i CANNOT do this to myself i simply cannot

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contents: toothrotting fluff and attempts at humour with a tiny sprinkle of angst, inazuman reader with a semi-established backstory

notes: suspend your disbelief for me if you catch any lore/plot discrepancies i beg you on my knees. BEIDOU FAN CLUB RISE!! written in a waiting room. dividers by the wonderful @/saradika-graphics!

wc: 1.5k

You might be dreaming.

Liyue Harbour is beautiful this time of year. Sun-gilded, sea-stained docks, cloudless skies, the vibrancy of life reverberating through every vendor’s call. It is a feast for the senses. Your eyes devour it ravenously, flitting from place to place with a childlike wonder you have not known in so very long, and through it all Kazuha’s hand remains nestled in yours, fingers occasionally squeezing whenever your grip slackens in your awe.

“You’re certainly enjoying this, my love.” His eyes are soft. You hum affirmatively, if a tad absentmindedly. 

“If I were you, I might have had the words to describe it.” You murmur. “Nothing I’ve ever known compares.”

This you both know to be true. In your peripheries, Kazuha’s head tilts. A gentle smile, the arc of a falling star’s trail, graces his lips.

“You’d be surprised.” If you were not so enthralled by this new, exhilarating world, perhaps you would’ve taken note of the way his gaze lingers on you. “I quite understand what you mean.”

Your eyes roam further. You catch glimpses of home in the architectural build — tiered rooftops, intertwined brackets, flourishing paintwork in warmer colours than you are used to. There is a sort of vivacity here, one which buzzes under your skin and makes your bones feel lighter than air. 

Perhaps this is what Kazuha’s vision grants him, you muse. Struck with the thought, your gaze falls, naturally, to the leftmost dock where an all-too familiar ship rests. 

You stop in your tracks. The world falls to a distant hush around you, clamour reduced to tendrils of anemone sweeping gently over the shells of your ears. 

That’s…

Kazuha follows your gaze, brilliant and muted all at the same time, and a soft laugh slips free from his mouth.

“The Alcor.” He says it fondly. “We docked just a day ago. Beidou agreed to extend the timeframe by a couple hours when I asked.”

You grasp the words feebly, head swarming with memories. You remember filtered lamplight through shoji screens and your father’s voice like spring water running over old wounds, tales weaving themselves in the golden air. Sea monsters and a scarlet blade splicing the ocean’s fury — the gold spill of victory across the cold and the damp — laughter amidst lapping tempests untold. Oh, you remember. And oh, how you’ve dreamt, maybe, that one day you’d have such a story be told about you—

She’s standing there. She’s actually standing there. The way your shoulders seize must look comical to any onlooker, but you really couldn’t care less. Her hair flutters in the wind, smile easy and assured as the breeze, and you can feel her presence bear down on you like a palpable weight even from meters away. How are the people passing by just… passing by?! How does everyone look so calm when Captain Beidou is right there?!

“Captain!” Kazuha’s voice rings distantly in your ears. Anegimi, he once called her. Right. Kazuha is basically family to this woman, who totally is not your idol since you were old enough to experience reverence and totally not your subject of eternal fascination and totally not getting closer and closer as your feet stumble along—

You are definitely dreaming.

“So,” Beidou’s (holy shit, that’s really Captain Beidou, looking right at you—) lips twitch up in a half-moon smile, “you’d be Kazuha’s better half, huh? He’s always been pretty cagey about you; it’s nice to finally put a face to a name.”

You’ll question that statement later. For now— you’re face-to-face with Captain Beidou! The leader of the Crux! The slayer of Haishan! The Uncrowned Lord of the Ocean! The coolest person in the world, maybe, definitely, one hundred percent, and— you have to be calm. You have to establish a good reputation, for both Kazuha’s and your sakes. You cannot, under any circumstances, weird her out. 

Your grip tightens on the strap of your satchel as you promptly sink into a deep bow.

“It’s an honour to meet you, Captain.”  The words quiver on your tongue, trickling forth clumsily once you straighten. You think back, with no small amount of desperation, to all your childhood etiquette classes. “Thank you for taking such good care of Kazuha. I am in your debt.”

Kazuha shifts beside you, and you can sense the soft dimming in his air even with eyes locked firmly on the woman before you. 

“Ah, don’t be.” Beidou waves a hand. In the languid motion, you catch the calloused skin of her fingers, etched through with relics of bygone days. Your chest is ignited all over again. “Kazuha’s a great kid. A good influence on the rest of the crew, too. You should’ve seen this bunch back when we first docked at Guyun Stone Forest—“

“When you fought off the vestiges of Osial’s power after experiencing memories of his defeat!” You blurt out, hands shooting up and clapping together in recognition of the tale. “You were completely disoriented by the visions, but you still managed to come together to subdue the spirits! The story was bound in one of my mother’s old volumes.”

Beidou’s visible eye gleams with something like amusement, and the realisation of what just transpired hits you hard. Your stomach drops. Yeah, you’ve definitely done it now. So much for making a regular, non-invasive impression. 

You scramble to piece together an apology. For interrupting her? For bludgeoning her with the information that you, some random Inazuman girl on Kazuha’s arm, have a weirdly intimate knowledge of all of her and her fleet’s documented activities? That would unsettle anyone, wouldn’t it?

You know what, this is Kazuha’s fault. He knew you’d probably end up like this and he brought you here anyways, the little—

She chortles, golden jewelry glinting in the light beneath the waves of her hair, and you are once again well and truly enamoured. “Well, this makes things interesting. Aren’t you fun? Didn’t think that one would’ve been known all the way in Inazuma.”

You take it back. Your boyfriend’s never done a single wrong thing in his life. 

“Are you kidding? I- I’ve read all about you.” You’re practically vibrating on the balls of your feet now, any pretence of self-regulation well and truly abandoned. “When I was a child, one of the first things I ever read was an account of your travels in the Eastern Straits. Archons, I’m such a massive fan— I have so many questions for you! Who taught you to fight? How has living at sea changed your view of the world? When you and the fleet slayed Haishan, what was the— mmph!”

A sudden press of warmth to your lips cuts you off. It recedes as quickly as it came and you’re left standing there, jaw slack and eyes wide and cheeks warming rapidly in the afternoon sun. The sensation is familiar; as fleeting as it was and as stunned as you are, your head turns, ever so slowly, to the scarlet-eyed boy beside you who is currently donning a sheepish smile so incriminating that Heizou would be stunned.

Your lips form the shape of syllables, but nothing comes out. 

“My apologies.” Kazuha nudges your side, fingers entwined with your own. He’s flushed high up on his cheeks, eyes glittering star-bright. “Carry on, love.”

You continue to gape, mouth quite like a fish out of water as you fumble to string together words, and all in all you are very much aware of Beidou’s scarlet gaze trained — brimming with mirth — on you. 

“You…” Your native tongue slips haphazard from your throat. “You can’t just—!”

“I think I have reason to disagree.” Kazuha presses another peck to your temple and your entire body sags. 

“Forgive me, Captain…” you finally manage, face hot. She huffs out another boisterous laugh.

“The two of you sure are something.” The edge of her smile is knife-sharp as she sets her shoulders back. “Say, how’d you feel about coming aboard for a short while? We’ve got some time to kill, thanks to loverboy here. I’ll warn ya, though; we’re not known for our housekeeping skills for a reason.”

That snaps you out of it. You jolt to attention and proffer a shaky nod, heart thundering through your shirt. 

“O-Of course!” Your heart dances, weightless, in your chest. “I’d— I’d be honoured. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

(Beidou looks at you, the unbridled light in your eyes and the way Kazuha practically beams under your spell, and she thinks that she might.)

“Well, it’s no use just standing here.” Beidou grins at you over the curve of her shoulder. “Come on. We’ve got lots to get through before we leave,” Her eye glimmers, “and I suspect you’ve got a lot more questions up your sleeve.”

Your smile splits you ear-to-ear. “That I do.” 

She strides forwards and the gangway creaks under your hurried steps. You tug Kazuha along, luminous as anything he’s ever seen. The familiarity swallows him whole. 

I love you, he whispers before it’s swept up in the tide, and even though the salt flecks his eyes he still catches the way your gaze flickers back to cradle his. 

Thank you, it whispers in kind. 

Kazuha smiles.

Always. 

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thank you for reading if you’re here!! kazuha and beidou mean so much to me guys you don’t even know. enjoy the rest of your day <3

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im still tryina find my artstyle and not spend like half of my lifetime on one drawing

and i drew kazuha cause hes the og fine shyt🤑

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a/n: surprise! here’s an appetizer for my stormbringer event :>

hcs : kisses with the flags!

✑ character/s: the flags (piano man, lippmann, iceman, albatross, and doc) x reader

✑ short desc: what are the flags like when showing their love to their most beloved?

✑ content includes: different kinds of kisses ; sfw ; separate members x reader ; no warnings, just pure fluff and romance

✑ word count: 1.6k words

piano man

ever the leader that he is, piano man finds that he has many priorities to tend to, but his number one will always be you — his kisses are reverent and worshipful, always ensuring you that nothing else in the world is more sacred to him than your shared love

his days will typically start off very busy at an instant. his first kiss to you is in the morning when he gets out of bed, a soft press of his lips to yours with the quiet murmur of a promise to come back home soon, yet the temptation to stay remains strong as you tug him back onto the sheets with a whispering plea for just five more minutes (how can he say no to you?)

there is a fragile sanctity present in every kiss that follows. he’ll make sure that you never forget just how perfect you are in his eyes, allowing himself to soak in the atmosphere of the moment as he takes his time with you, leading and guiding your lips to mold with his own

while his kisses may feel routinely at first, there’s a silent solace in knowing that he’s made you a part of his every single day. not a sun will pass over your heads where you aren’t in it, and god forbid a day comes when he’ll end it without you being the last thing he sees at night

no words are ever capable of expressing just how much you mean to him. you’re the real dollar among supernotes, something so special and irreplaceable

lippmann

for an actor, you often have difficulties telling whether or not his words and gestures mean anything towards others, but he promises that everything he says and does to and for you are always genuine — his kisses are passionate and sincere with nothing to hide

when he kisses you, it’s raw and unguarded behind any façade. there’s a kind of honesty in the loving press of his lips to yours that no one else will ever be blessed enough to witness, because such a thing is meant for you and you alone

though he doesn’t mind public displays of affection, his preferences always lean towards loving on you in private, be it in the comfort of your shared bedroom or in any empty corner of his film sets. both hands cup your cheeks and his brows furrow as he indulges himself in your lips, breathy sighs and the softest noises shared between you both as he lets himself linger in the taste of you

it’s never the same when he’s called to give kisses on sets — his best is reserved for you and you only, his beloved muse and inspiration for everything he does

and when you find yourself jealous of those receiving his kisses on set? goodness, he’s sure to make it up to you immediately after, pressing another kiss to your knuckles as both an apology and a promise to his only love

iceman

ironic to his name, the world around you melts away when iceman presses his lips to yours for a kiss — his kisses are tender and reassuring, and the unhurried nature of them always makes you feel like you’re home in his arms

ever the gentleman, he’ll always ask for your consent before pursuing your lips. he never wants to make you feel uncomfortable, usually holding your hand in the process or cupping your cheek to guide you

any affectionate action he takes towards you is warm, a stark contrast to his name. his kisses easily steady the racing beat of your heart, soothing any inner turmoil you may be carrying on your own

not once does he ever rush, often savoring the moment when it happens. his kisses speak of comfort with a lack of urgency, prioritizing the feel of the moment without thoughts of what could happen after

and when he feels like it, he’ll rest his forehead against yours with the softest sigh. no words are exchanged, but you can tell just how much he loves you so

albatross

albatross kisses you with the same enthusiasm as a high school boy would when he kisses his crush on the cheek for the first time — his kisses are playful and breathless, able to coax giggles from your lips between each peck and smooch

he sees you not just as his partner, but as his playmate. to him, you are someone who halves his sorrow when he is sad and doubles his joy when he is ecstatic. for that, he loves you so, and he promises to quarter your sorrows and quadruple your joys

his kisses will often come out of nowhere in an attempt to catch you off guard. you could be going about your day normally and you’d feel a pair of lips and accompanied by a loud “mwah!” right on the apple of your cheek (and you find yourself flustered every time)

he never forgets to give you a forehead kiss after putting your helmet on when you two go out for late night drives on his motorcycle — it’s his way of saying that yes, he’s a bit of an airhead, but he’ll always make sure to keep you safe no matter the situation

and when he presses his lips to yours, there’s always a laugh between bated breaths, and he can’t help but smile at how fortunate he is to share such a happy kind of love with you

doc

it is because of you that doc finds himself closer to the divine creator in his every waking moment, knowing that you, an earthly being, are the closest thing he has to touching heaven — his kisses are healing yet feverish, able to weaken your knees and make your head spin dizzily

he kisses you the same way he dresses the wounds of a patient — meticulous and attentive, taking note of every sigh and shiver that slips from between your lips

every kiss is a contradiction in itself. they are both soothing but desperate, soft but fiery with the kind of longing for more before being met with a relief that you two share. he never rushes, much the same way he approaches every surgical operation, and he’s precise enough with every movement that it makes you burn up

if he’s feeling playful enough, he’ll bite your lip teasingly, jagged teeth leaving little marks while you whine at the unexpected feeling (you can’t argue, however, not when you enjoy his antics so much)

after a long day of tending to other people, he lets himself be taken care of by you, his trust unwavering with a kiss to show that even when his life is in your hands, it’s you who he’ll always have faith in

a/n: i actually wrote this in the midst of having a panic attack during a practice session LMAO so take this as something of a word vomit of sorts (that i hope makes sense)! this is also the appetizer for my stormbringer event, so i hope you enjoyed reading this! :>