You know what's really a heartbreaking fact that's just too painful for me ...
Natsume's inability to picture or comprehend a "Happy Reiko" :/
He so desire and wish to see her truly happy for once in her life since all he saw of her was her tragic and lonely life as of yet ..
Which's why I find it painful that even when he ACTUALLY see a trully happy Reiko he always goes "I don't know this person" or "funny that she reminded me of Reiko"
He saw her like this 2 times .. yet in both he never seen her as Reiko .. the first time was in hazy dream without her signature school uniform .. so in a way that's understandable
Yet in the recent chapter the picture was clearly Reiko no "what if" about it but he can't register her as such .. because he can't picture it ..
Maybe in a way he's protecting himself unconsciously because as I said he so desire this deeply .. so if he was mistaken and this isn't Reiko in the end .. the emotional damage would be heavy for him. that's why he's doubtful and always plays the "remind me of Reiko" without him realizing it himself and only hold his wishful thinking ...
And in both cases Madara wasn't there to either confirm or deny it for him ..
I even don't know if Natsume is ready for whatever await him regarding Reiko's past .. will he survive the hidden truth ??
Maybe because he isn't yet.. his inner self is protecting him like this ..
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Mitsuya x gn! Reader
WC: 289
Summary: Read authors note
A/N: this one doesn't have too much of a direction so it's mostly ambiguous but it is kinda angsty. As usual it can be read as any character and I am curious as to who you guys read it as so lemme know :)
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A harsh storm rattles the windows of our shared home.
the kitchen’s dining nook is shrouded in a gloomy grey, a sharp contrast to the usual sunny atmosphere.
At one point such a storm would shake me to my core, but he has helped me to find stability in even the most precarious of situations.
He has not become my rock but he has helped me build a solid foundation.
He cloaks me in sunlight of my own making.
He sits across from me at our kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee all while I do my best to avoid his gaze.
This house is haunted by the ghosts of our former selves.
Those who would sit on the floor as they couldn't afford a table, those who painted over old and dingy walls in the same way they painted over their problems.
Those who planted seeds and cultivated their plants until they grew into the forest they have today.
And today the ghosts were loud.
Shouting their fears to be heard over the storm,
Clawing the walls, peeling the paint,
Creating such a ruckus that the very floors threatened to crack and crumble.
And today I hold their fears as my own, allowing them to fill my lungs and claw up my throat until the only breath in my lungs and word on my tongue is a strangled cry of desperation.
But still he sat there, his gaze steady and heart unfaltering.
He does not hold our bodies' predecessors in reverence or disdain,
He simply acknowledges that they once were.
He cloaks me in a sunlight of my own making, but when all I can see is this tempest he will stay with me through the downpour.
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Prompts by @tkc-info
Day 2 : Argument
“Let’s go find that witch of yours.”
“Is it really so hard for you to call him by his name?” Takashi sighs as he stands. “Or are you just mad because he was able to push your buttons so easily?”
“That caster,” Ryuji spits “has no effect on me.”
“You sure?” Takashi smirks watching his friend roll his eyes. “Anyway,” he continues, “you should count yourself lucky he hasn’t turned you to soot yet with your constant berating.”
“As if he’s any threat to me.”
“Maybe not,” Takashi shrugs. “But that doesn’t mean you have to interrogate him every waking hour.”
“Why do you continue to defend him?!” Ryuji asks raising his voice. “You parade me as your best friend, yet you’re making me out to be the villain. You ignore my requests, yet follow his without question. You even lied for him! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he has you under a spell.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Takashi scoffs. “And when did I lie for him?”
Ryuji arches an eyebrow. “Come on Takashi, you’re not as oblivious as you let everyone think. A hidden caster, a Child of the Damned who can access the healing powers of the Light? It’s just like those stories we’d listen to at the academy.”
“Exactly, stories my friend, nothing more. What does it matter anyway?”
“What does it matter? I am a Kemuri, Takashi. It’s my duty to bring down those creatures. It’s all I am.”
“It’s not all you are.” Takashi disagrees. “It never has been. And Ishida isn’t a creature, he’s just—“
“Stop protecting him!” Ryuji shouts. “You are the Prince of Nubik. You protect your people.”
“Children of the Damned are my people,” The Prince answers lowly through gritted teeth. “As for Ishida, I frankly don’t give a damn what or who he is. He saved my life and is putting up with your attitude, which is more than I can say for most. I gave him my word that I would not turn him into my father and I will honor it. He’s under my protection.”
“Takashi,” Ryuji hisses.
“I don’t want to hear anymore about it,” Hein’s master tells him. “If you don’t like it, I already said you didn’t have to come with us.”
The two friends stare daggers at one another, neither willing to budge. Finally the Prince sighs and lets his shoulders sag.
“Come on Hein, let’s go.”
The Prince stomps away to join the others and Hein is quick to bow his head and follow, but the archer blocks his path. Hein keeps his head down.
“I don’t know what ideas you’ve planted in his head Essence,” Ryuji says, his voice threatening. “Or what your’e planning, but when we get out of here, I’m taking the Prince back to his Kingdom, and you,” he leans down, his eyes like daggers staring into Hein’s, “are going back where you belong.”
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Love your vibe 0.0, what’s your favorite anime?
I love you bitch and what? DM me so I can kiss you tf. Mm but that’s a loaded questionnnn… Ouran High School Host Club till the day I die bitches!!!!
✨I love those twinks fr fr✨
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"You look at me like you hate me yet here you are again." Takashi couldn't help but gloat as he stood in his doorway, arms crossed casually before himself as he looked over Garam. "Missed me?"
denial is a river. / @irrwicht
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.” There is again: the rise of their blood pressure as soon as Fujiwara opens their mouth. And yet, they don’t deny it further because if Fujiwara was right, if they really didn’t miss him, Ga-ram wouldn’t be on his doorstep a few hours after he’s returned to Tokyo. Ga-ram stays rooted in their spot, hands tucked into their coat. They stare down at him; they’ve always been the tallest person in the room– looking down to maintain eye contact as always been the normal.
( How ironic that they keep putting people up on pedestals then. First it was their father. Then it was the Judge. Is Fujiwara taking over now? They’ve lost count of the number of times they’ve needed to look up at Fujiwara. )
It is a good question to consider though- it’s one thing to need an outlet from work. It’s another thing to seek out Fujiwara specifically for that need. It’s not like Ga-ram would have trouble with finding someone to share their bed with.
“If you don’t want me here, I’ll go.” They finally say, breaking eye contact. “I was on my way to get a drink.”
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