#I may write this verse again

[therentyoupay]

im completely feral over all your jelsa stories!!!!!! do you ever write established relationship jelsa or have any headcanons about what they would be like together in a serious relationship or marriage????

THANK YOU SO MUCH. 😭😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕🙏 thank you thank you nonny for this super sweet ask and this really lovely question and all of your love and support!! 💕💕💕💕💕

i have... never actually written established!relationship (in any fandom), now that i'm thinking about it? that said, i guess i can come up with a quick list of some headcanons, maybe? 😂 i will have to think about this more, but for now, here's a quick drop:

elsa is an early riser; elsa helps jack create more sustainable sleeping patterns and habit formations 😂

when jack gets Impetuous Urges to Do Something Rash and Impractically Spontaneous, elsa will ground jack, reminding him to think before acting. (he occasionally Still Does It, anyway.) elsa knows what she signed up for, lol.

jack loves to play Harmless(!) Pranks, just to watch elsa’s reaction. (he is no longer allowed to sneak up on her after The Incident).

they also quibble over the definition of "harmless" and the specific logistical implications of that; for a while, jack was banned from further pranking, but then he got more creative at showing elsa that pranks could be wholesome and genuine, in which they could both be in on the joke. however, due to elsa's deeply-rooted Need to Excel and her (Not-so)Secret Competitive AF Streak, her retaliation in escalating the Cleverness Prank War quickly resulted in jack's prompt implementation of the Prank-Free Zones and Time Periods. (no, he was not scared.)

elsa, usually reserved, has learned to let her playful side show more often with jack. she might still pretend to be exasperated by his antics, but sometimes it's part of the game (or habit).

elsa sill struggles with opening up emotionally sometimes, but she progressively feels safe enough to share her innermost thoughts and fears. with time, she confides in him more about her worries. she still never likes the idea that jack sees her Imperfect Parts, but at least she can tolerate the discomfort (and, yes, take comfort in it) now

(jack loves elsa's Imperfect Parts, and jack admits that he is Weirdly Proud and Competitively Honored to be one of the only people, even including anna, who gets to see them. he also is strangely Comforted and Validated that elsa is, in fact, not perfect because for a while there, he was pretty freaked out and intimidated by how fancy she is.)

until he realized that no one ever let her actually be a Weirdo before, and once he realizes the Truth of Elsa Also Being a Secret (albeit perhaps more Subdued) Weirdo, the Universe Aligns.

jack listens to elsa's Big Conversations intently, activating varying levels of Serious Mode.

jack is getting better at recognizing the moments when elsa needs him to play and needs him to listen or Give His Opinion or any combination of those things.

jack learns that it's not always about Saying the Right Thing (which he is not very good at, anyway, or so our Serially Unreliable Narrator thinks), but rather being able to read elsa's mood and anticipate what she might need (even if she is not aware of it herself yet).

elsa is meticulous about planning and preparing for special occasions.

elsa likes traditions! jack likes tradition only because elsa likes them, lol, and hey, okay, these are more fun than he thought?? (who knew fun could be organized??!!?)

so he really wants to show (off to) her by pulling off Incredible Planning Feats in her honor, too (they do not go as smoothly, lol).

jack will often go out of his way to spontaneously create something meaningful, a moment or a gift or a gesture, that reminds elsa that he cares. he is big on words of affirmation, gift giving (but like, souvenirs that he collects on adventures like, "i saw this rock and it reminded me of your cousin olaf, we should put it on the window after we paint his face on it"), and acts of service, as well as physical touch and quality time. HE WANTS LOVE. he wants TO BE LOVED. he wants to prove that he is worthy of being loved.

(and elsa has to get him to Chill Out sometimes, remind him that he doesn't have to Do Things For Her/Anyone in order to be deserving of care; he is more than what he provides for other people.)

(jack gets its, and appreciates it, but also, the Urge to Provide and Protect is still strong, even after so much time, and sometimes Old Habits Die Hard.)

i get the sense that he'd be the type to he wake elsa up in the middle of the night to take her on a surprise adventure, or convince her to Do a Fun Thing without any preparation (/warning).

and she would Be Alarmed at the Lack of Plan (especially if/when jack Did Not Think This Through), but he also took precautions to ward off Concerns by pacifying her with tea, or reassurances that yes, he did call ahead to make sure the restaurant was open before they left the house, of course he did, he would never just leave home without double-checking beforehand (and frantically googles it two minutes later when he thinks she's not looking; she is, naturally, and even occasionally pretends not to be).

elsa approaches conflict with a desire to resolve things Calmly and Logically. she tries to understand jack’s perspective, even when she disagrees, and she’s careful with her words, not wanting to escalate the situation.

however, she can sometimes withdraw emotionally, fearing that she might say something hurtful if she’s too overwhelmed.

jack was initially (and, honestly, still is, even though he understands more now) hurt by her tendency to shut down when she Feels Too Much, and understands (although it's still hard) that elsa needs time to process her feelings and organize her thoughts.

jack also helps elsa actually Feel her Feelings, instead of just trying to intellectualize and analyze them. (she hates it, BUT sees the value. jack lives for these moments in which he realizes that he's actually contributing positively to her life and helping her in some way, rather than just being a burden or a nuisance, as was/is his fear.)

his initial reaction might be to push for a resolution quickly, but he’s also deeply afraid of Creating Distance between them, so after the first few fights, he really makes an effort to find the right balance between Pushing Hard Enough and Not Pushing Too hard, so that he doesn't drive a wedge between them as they work things out.

jack FEELS intensely, and can be so stubborn. he does not always have the most precise vocabulary or tools to describe his thoughts and feelings, or identify the root causes of what is actually going on inside him; sometimes elsa asks a lot of insightful and guiding questions that help jack come to the conclusions himself, and other times, she Puts Into Words the very thing that he had been thinking or feeling, but could not name, and it is very reassuring to have someone who understands him well enough to be able to do that.

after conflicts or arguments, they take time to Decompress and reassure one another (especially if at least one of them, if not both, was Overthinking again).

when they argue (and healthy couples do, remember!), it’s a dance of patience and understanding: elsa might need a moment to Collect Herself, and jack learns to give her that Space while also making it clear that he’s ready to talk whenever she is, and that he is going to try very hard to be Rational and Patient About It.

in the end, they both prioritize their relationship over any disagreement, always finding a way back to each other.

[thanatologie]

okay, hear me out. but what if...instead of the easy road, emmrich in his marvel verse is, instead, an archeologist with his specifics in funerary and mortuary archeology.

[malkaleh]

Once news of the triad comes out, and people realize that Henry cheated on Thomas with Jane just as he cheated on Anne with her, there’s a strain of thought where people think that because Gregory Cromwell married Bess Seymour, he had some resentment against his father and married the affair partner’s sister as revenge.

actually I think the triad letters that are discovered by Maya Aburbeh (?) are in Gregory Cromwell’s possession? So maybe not, but there’s a Philippa Gregory-esque novel or two out there with that subplot

I had totally never thought of that my friend! (I know it’s a strong subplot that Gregory resents Henry but I could absolutely see like, either a homophobia plot line or a resentment for being ‘replaced’ plot line in an historical drama/fiction)*

*this is fundamentally in universe absolutely bullshit because there is ample documentation/letters/records of Gregory and his father being incredibly close all their lives and Gregory loving his half siblings (I think one thing I, Doylistically at least was always clear on was that the kids were the thing that everyone agreed on, even if they agreed on literally nothing else but in universe I could see some people turning Gregory into A Hater). Which is also funny because while he did worry about Unconventional New Family it was kind of directed at feeling like Henry and Anne maybe resented him (that’s a plot thread…)

(I only read the first Wolf Hall book and my memory is fuzzy but hmmm I wonder what Wolf Hall looks like in the OT3 verse)

[mutedeclipse]

DINNER CHARADE

IVE BEEN WORKING ON BOMBERMAN YAOI FOR 3 DAYS.

Premise below the cut

Ok so the premise is basically plasma was originally going to go to an event with pretty (hence the dress. She likely picked it out for him) something came up last minute so she was busy... For that matter everyone else was busy too. Everyone except that asshole.

So left without anyone else to bring along he caves and reluctantly asks brain, since going to events alone sucks. Brain does brain things obviously. Problems are caused. They cant quite try to kill eachother here. That'd cause a scene. so they have to get creative with how they get back at eachother.

Reward for reading my insanity you get to see the seperate images

Reblogs appreciated even if this is literally deranged

[discoinfernos]

this is a little psa that if you ever want to ship with me please just let me know! I’m all for letting things develop naturally, but if you wanna skip that and smush our Barbie dolls together I am almost always willing to Make That Happen. doesn’t have to necessarily be romantic either — I want to explore platonic, familial, all of that. for me, rp is all about the relationships, about the dynamic between our characters and exploring that!!

[chiropteracupola]

sometimes you start to wonder what the historical record for the guys you made up looks like in the fictional world where they existed. and then you make some fake documents about it.

[moth and compass is a collaboration with @natdrinkstea!!!]

[antonio-chandranis-dream-blog]

it's fine to keep dreaming. earth year 2005 a.d.

What I ate this morning… Right. I stole my brother Raj’s junky chocolate éclair for his own good. He tried to kill me, but Fernando held him back. After that, I went and spoke with Layla. She told me she couldn’t save me from Alejandro Caldera-Altaha. She’s so dramatic. All I wanted was a little hint for how annoying our exchange might be… Gatekeeping-ass seer.

I went to where Alejandro was—simply standing by the seashore! We are still vacationing by the City of the Starry-eyed, and much too close to the father I cannot stand. Why always this city? Not that I care for the plans of adults, even our fabled mentor’s, Kiyotaka Miura.

I didn’t wait. >:( I told Alejandro I’d throw his prize into the sea!

Do you know what he said? He smiled at me as he said it— “I fucking wondered if you would.”

I obviously—I obviously had to open my damn trap and say, “If you put it on my wrist for me, I’d have to wear it.”

“Why?” The one he names Alejandro—the one I have known for eras as Shakir—asked. “Because it’s something everyone expects.” “But would you suddenly want to?” Shakir sounded so curious—he is that kind of young man. “You just said you were going to drop it in the sea.” “Something like this… I’d hate it. You’re such an idiot. Still, if you—”

He said, “I would never do that.”

Alejandro Caldera knows, you see—we’re supposed friends, and nowhere near lovers. The world knows. Through our streams, those million eyes always… They’re always waiting for him to announce his beloved—Alia, or Khalida, or… Diego… No.

Anyway, I was an idiot and had to go and yell, “So what do you want me to do?”

He said, “I really thought you’d throw it into the sea. I feel like the girls—Alia or Konna or someone—would challenge me to a duel for daring to insinuate anything. Honestly, they’d just have killed me. Those journos really wouldn’t stop talking about them earlier during the interview… I couldn’t give it to Diego. It’d be way more awkward, considering how much they talked about meaning. I couldn’t—”

Alejandro really wouldn’t shut up. I can’t even inscribe half his ramble—I only memorized that much, and the rest was worse yak. He brought up Leo being unreachable and Fernando and how they’re not even close anymore and how he barely knows Maria—why are you even bringing her up, then!? What is wrong with you!? I had to yell at him—

“You’re seriously acting like you have no real friends! Anyone in the world would’ve accepted the bracelet from you—”

He said, “You already know they made it something so meaningful. Diego or Fernando or Leo would’ve just gone along with it, but my entire life would be upturned. Does it mean what we’ve all been waiting to know? The elemental potential of the era! Anyway, I wasn’t sure what you would do. I thought you’d throw it into the sea.”

In truth, Alejandro Caldera-Altaha doesn’t care about being a proper mage. He’s just as simplistic about our magecraft as you unfathomably old Earthians. If I look at the skies in my world, maybe I could see your star, the Sun, 100,000 lightyears away… Or maybe not.

I could care less.

I never paid enough attention to how far away it was in my classes.

I told him, “I won’t wrap the bracelet on your wrist.”

Alejandro said, “I never expected you to.”

“You want me to throw it into the sea.”

“I thought that you would.”

“You really wanted me to give it away, didn’t you? Start a drama with your whiny-ass brother.” I thought I might as well have said it.

Like an idiot, Alejandro said, “After you threw it into the sea, I thought I’d push Diego into a dramatic retrieval mission together with your brother. Since Diego is the one who still talks to Fernando. I was wondering how Fernando’s been.”

I was…

Close to—

I—

He was close to brea—

Stop.

I was…

So infuriated. Seething, even. So mad.

I just said, “You didn’t need me to start your stupid game with my brother—”

He sounded upset too, by then. Over what? He said, “You could’ve just pretended you didn’t open the damn book!”

I… Well, I finally paused.

I mean. I just told him, “You fucking know I wouldn’t let you think I couldn’t solve a puzzle that you gave me. Like duh I solved it. Hello?”

The idiot burst out laughing so soon after looking unhappy. He laughed for a while. I don’t know why he found it so funny.

“You never would be able to resist! It really is so like you, Antonio.”

>_> WTF.

Why did he find it so funny? He went back to smiling like the idiot he is.

He said something so stupid. He said, “Give me back my family’s book, too.”

I told him, “No way. That’s my real damn prize from you. My pillow now, even.”

He turned to me and said, like he might as well be talking to Alia or Konna or Diego or Fernando or Leo, “That’s such shit!” Though around them he would’ve been so much cuter—for the streams and all that, just, “I can’t believe you!”

He is a man of respect. ( <_< )

I told him, “Don’t give me things you don’t want to lose.” I am a man of respect too, of course.

He said, “I imagined you might find it interesting. I can’t parse some things I was hoping to, in the end.”

I think he needed me for it, and so the book wound up more important than the magical Alejandro-fetching bracelet in the end.

>:")

We wound up less caught up in our bullshit. He finally lightened up, and the seashore was my home again. I'm sure I won’t remember what made me mad soon enough—an Alejandro whose goals I understand is all I will ever need. I know it.

I know.

[abyssembraced]

Where did Ghost really go before returning to Hallownest ?

Frankly, the question that was asked of them was one that Ghost wouldn't mind knowing the answer to themself.

Their memories... Even their early ones from when they first returned to Hallownest were hazy and fragmented. The more challenging fights they'd faced in the Crossroads and their first encounters with the bugs they'd come to call their friends still existed in their mind, yet lay scattered and untethered from each other with unknowable gaps in between, with no certainties as to even the order in which any of the events occurred.

Before that? They knew hardly anything of their past.

What did they do in the vast, endless wasteland outside Hallownest? What caused them to return to the fallen kingdom? Why did they even leave it in the first place?

They didn't know.

They typically didn't care to think on those questions much, either—it made more sense to focus on the present, and the things they knew now, rather than dwell on an unrecoverable past. Yet, here they were, being asked to recount those lost memories.

They... Could at least make an attempt?

Grasping at those memories was hard. Though they knew for a fact that they had spent much of their life outside the kingdom's bounds, it was as though the memories of that time had never existed in the first place.

But... They could fight. Even before coming back to Hallownest, they already knew how to wield a nail. So, then... They must have met someone out there. Travellers, perhaps. Someone who taught them how to fight—or at least the basics of it, anyway. Perhaps they were even the one to gift them the nail that had since carried them through many battles, or maybe that was a different Someone.

But who? Ghost couldn't picture them. They didn't even know for sure that such a person had even existed, but it only made sense, right?

...

There was only one time that they had ever managed to recover a long thought lost memory, and that was with the Dream Nail. If they were to enter their own dream once more, unlock the hidden secrets within their own mind... Would that give them answers? Would it do anything at all?

Although... Did it even matter? The stranger's curiosities aside, they... Didn't particularly care about discovering their past. It wasn't as though whatever it was that had happened back then could be changed. Nor did they think that learning anything new about it would affect their present life. They were happy where they were right now, with their family and friends in the recovering Hallownest.

Yes.

They didn't remember what they did before their return to Hallownest, but that was okay.

[quietlyblooms-gone]

when writing chiyo's b.nha verse, you're gonna see me refer to an " old friend " of hers that she couldn't save from herself. this friend was someone misunderstood, forced into a role by society that she eventually embraced with the utmost contempt; i'm going to be vague about this experience partially bc i'm deciding on certain details but mainly bc chiyo's encounter with this friend wouldn't be widely known. there wasn't a public fight.

now, chiyo's friendship with her? that may be known, but it isn't a detail many would pick up on unless they were in her grade during their school years perhaps. bottom line: i want you and your muse to be in the dark bc that's how chiyo would prefer it. you'll need to pry more information out of her.

this friend is part of chiyo's motivation to be a teacher, both bc she needed a break after such a heavy encounter with her friend and bc she wanted to help students who might be like her -- misunderstood, misjudged. there's chiyo's experience with her own quirk and its assumed impracticality that also motivates her, but trust that she's never going a day without thinking of her friend whose life should have been so much different.

[thedeadthree]

🎵 for Karolina!

HI HI ALYSSA I HOPE YOU ARE WELLL !!!! ty ty so much!! i have had her on the brain lately i miss her SOO much :')) <3

send me a ♫ + a character’s name and i will respond with a song that reminds me of them. send a ♫ + a ship and i will do the same.

✧ ― 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈 -`. dua lipa.

if you're good enough you'll find a way / maybe you could cause a girl to change (her ways) / do you think about it night and day? / maybe you could be the one to make me stay

[sanguineweave]

@evelicious prayed : 💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .

❝ Ah-ah-ah, ❞ Elise tutted, casting a skeptical glance towards the bottle of nail polish beneath Evelynn's hovering hand as her lips pursed together a tad. Only once said hand found the exact shade she desired did Elise give her hum of approval. Admittedly, it probably wasn't the easiest task in the world ━ her collection was made up of mostly black, greys, reds and plums, and navy blue tones. She owned no small number of shades of each color.

Presenting her hand and her newly filed nails, two short and three long, Elise simply waited for Evelynn to begin painting them with the dark plum she had picked out. It would compliment her outfit rather well, of course, the black was a given, but parts of her dress had a slight purple sheen that would go best with purplish details, such as the color of her nails.

Not to mention the amethyst that rested securely atop her breast on a silver pendant. She may have even put together her attire of the day based around this item.

❝ Your hands are remarkably steady, dear. Not a stroke out of place ━ were I to guess, I would assume you have done a fair bit of this over the years. ❞

Elise noted, though her attention shifted slightly towards the end of the last sentence, as she felt a tingle on her right shoulder leading up to her neck. Her free hand reached up to slowly guide the stray Anaya onto it. The spider, radiating magic to those with keen eyes and roughly the size of a tarantula, perched atop Elise's hand with beady eyes watching Evelynn.

Elise's own crimson gaze shifted between her companions in a slow manner, back and forth, before finally settling on Evelynn, as well.

❝ I agree. Breathtaking, isn't she just? ❞

Between the way she said it and the intensity of her eyes upon the other woman, it should be pretty clear who she was talking about.

[blindedguilt-archived]

🔁 |[HIT ME. ♥]|

"You're going to get us killed." - Interaction Rewrite Prompts!

For Leonard, the weight of a child's blood upon his weapon was heavier than anything else he had handled before in his lifetime.

He hadn't the honour to have even called it the first, but different from his brothers, who had found their end directly by the blades of the Empire, there was no hope for the blame of responsibility to be lifted off his shoulders now that he had wielded that same blade himself.

Leonard's breathing was panicked and uneven. A cold sweat ran down his back as the sensation of the light body being flung backwards shot once more through his arms - he felt ill. Had he died? Had he done away with his life in that forest and been sentenced to hell? Perhaps it was all a punishment, an eternity spent in war, ending the lives of children just as he had his brothers. The screams had sounded too familiar for comfort.

He couldn't, couldn't bring himself to fight. The stakes didn't come to him. The seal didn't exist to him. The usually tranquil forest had roared with the sounds of the clashing steel, the hurried footsteps, the cries and mockery of the faerie - something like the dragon's voice had called his name in harsh rebuke, and whether it truly was her or Caim, Leonard didn't understand and stumbled blindly back to the garrisons in a piteous attempt to flee.

Too cowardly to die, and too starved to survive.

All that was clear to him against the roar of noise was his own breathing, the feeling of his heart pounding in its chest, and the crushing weight of the guilt from that thought repeating itself in his head like a mantra. Leonard struggled to break out of it - do or say something that could stop this madness. Anything. A sickened cry sounded at the sound of the mercenary's own cold reproach, and the hermit struggled to respond.

"Caim, please...!"

He had tried to utter words, either protest or a plea, but his throat had grown tight and left only a quiet whimper. Was that all he could do? Beg...? Leonard's weapon trembled in his hands. He was truly weak... He could have done more than beg. Just like his brothers, there was a thought that told him that he could have saved them. But, it was all the same. His family murdered for the sake of shameful pleasure. The blood of children spilled only for his own protection - his own cowardice to even die correctly. All for himself, a pathetic existence unable to even lift a finger against the slaughter of children.

Some wretched noise, a ragged fight for strained breath against the pounding heart in his chest, could be heard against the armoured thumps of bodies against the ground. Even from a distance, Leonard's frozen body could be seen trembling uncontrollably. The polearm dangled limply from his hands.

"They are only mere children...!"

The last uttered words before the hermit collapsed to his knees were a heart-wrenching sob.

Not a voice of disgust, but a cry in horror.

[tvrningout-a]

A LIGHT AMIDST DESPAIR | JJK AU | ft. sato kaiya

trigger warning for mentions/implications of abuse and child death; nothing is ever described in detail; i try to keep everything as vague as possible, but please be careful! be warned that there is some canon-typical violence as well. if you'd prefer to get right into verse specifics, you can skip the prologue <3

prologue:

another universe yet a similar story, again kaiya finds herself struggling to support her mother after an accident steals her father from them. again she finds herself in a loveless marriage, and again she finds herself at the end of her rope one night, but rather than a meeting a demon, the young woman encounters someone else entirely.

it's pouring rain when she spots what appears to be a child crouched beneath a tree in her backyard, and of course kaiya rushes over to check on him, ushering him into the safety of the engawa. he looks terribly pale to the point of looking blue; she would have left to fetch the boy blankets and hot tea, but he clutches at her hand so desperately, cries for her to stay. without another thought, kaiya gathers him in her arms and holds him.

then her husband steps outside, sees her hugging nothing but air, and accuses her of finally losing it. kaiya pushes back, insists that the boy is there -- how can her husband not see him? and as matters escalate, kaiya realizes they are engulfed in rain again, the cold digging into her skin like a million little daggers that hurt worse than the stinging of her cheek. she turns to look at the boy. isamu.

where once a frail boy sat, now stands a mass of blue muscle and bared teeth in his place. kaiya's blood runs cold. it's happening again.

Y҉O҉U҉ ҉W҉I҉L҉L҉ ҉N҉O҉T҉ ҉T҉O҉U҉C҉H҉ ҉M҉O҉T҉H҉E҉R҉.҉

isamu seems to move in the blink of an eye, a massive fist decimating the man in one blow. blood splatters against her face. someone screams -- she screams, she thinks. and as isamu turns his glowing eyes to her, kaiya screams again, stumbling and falling backwards and crawling to get away, far as she can. she curls herself into a ball, weeping and knowing that despite all the suffering, despite all of her effort to keep going and make something good, she is going to die here.

" mother? what's wrong? the bad man is gone, mother-- " he sounds like the little boy again, small and fragile, but still kaiya flinches as his cold hand touches her shoulder. his voice grows thick with upset. " are you mad at me? did i do something wrong? why won't you look at me? "

" you killed him! " she wails. isamu cries with her.

" he hurt mother! he always hurts mother, but i wouldn't let him this time! " isamu sobs and curls tiny fists into the sleeve of her yukata, tugging at her arm until kaiya finally looks up. she stares at the boy's tear-streaked face as his words sink in. i wouldn't let him this time. "i'm sorry, please--- please, don't leave me again! i only wanted to help mother! "

he's different from the thing that killed her father, kaiya realizes, having only wanted to keep her safe from someone who hurt her. despite his oni-like form earlier, isamu seems human as he cries, begs her to not be mad, begs her to not leave him ( it tears into her heart, creating an ache that almost feels familiar ). kaiya knows it's probably stupid of her -- she hasn't made very many wise decisions lately -- but she reaches out a shaky hand to cradle isamu's cheek, wiping away his tears. slowly, he calms and meets her gaze with blue eyes that oddly match her own.

she can't manage a smile, can't control the tremble in her voice. she's terrified that she's making a mistake, that maybe this thing isn't a child at all, but hope steadies kaiya's hand as she grips one of isamu's tiny fists.

" i won't leave you. i promise. "

verse specifics:

soon after kaiya's chance meeting with isamu and her husband's death, sorcerers come to her small town and apprehend them. kaiya goes willingly to ensure isamu doesn't try to kill anyone and because she ultimately feels responsible for her husband and her father's deaths.

it is obviously debated that she should be killed because of the risk isamu poses, but she is thankfully allowed to live so long as the boy remains obedient and loyal to her -- or in other words, so long as he doesn't kill anyone.

it's discovered that kaiya has an innate technique that draws in curses by bleeding a great amount of cursed energy; she may also cut off her energy entirely, becoming impossible to sense. this is how isamu found her, and it is why a curse attacked her father yet left her alone.

kaiya herself would be considered a lower grade sorcerer if not for isamu. because of him, she is considered somewhere between 1st-special grade. i haven't decided uvu

isamu believes kaiya is his mother who died hundreds of years ago. she, too, was in a bad relationship which she tried to escape, but running away led to both her and isamu's deaths. until he found kaiya, he wandered the countryside as a vengeful cursed spirit, bringing rain with him and attacking anyone who dared to raise a hand against a woman.

kaiya is, in fact, a reincarnation of isamu's mother, and this is discovered after some time at jujutsu high.

isamu most often appears as a child with a ghostly pallor, but he is capable of taking on a much larger form that resembles a blue oni. along with heightened strength and speed, the rain he conjures is imbued with his cursed energy, harming anyone who is caught in the storm.

pre-shibuya, kaiya and isamu live within the walls of jujutsu high; it has been five years since they met, making kaiya 26 in this verse. post-shibuya, kaiya enters the culling games in hopes of helping innocent non-sorcerers caught in the crossfire ( unless otherwise plotted ).

possibly more to be added/edited!!

[mutedeclipse]

DINNER CHARADE

IVE BEEN WORKING ON BOMBERMAN YAOI FOR 3 DAYS.

Premise below the cut

Ok so the premise is basically plasma was originally going to go to an event with pretty (hence the dress. She likely picked it out for him) something came up last minute so she was busy... For that matter everyone else was busy too. Everyone except that asshole.

So left without anyone else to bring along he caves and reluctantly asks brain, since going to events alone sucks. Brain does brain things obviously. Problems are caused. They cant quite try to kill eachother here. That'd cause a scene. so they have to get creative with how they get back at eachother.

Reward for reading my insanity you get to see the seperate images

Reblogs appreciated even if this is literally deranged

[vastampede]

I miss writing vash so much but levi ackerman has a chokehold on my brain

[orchidbutch]

aaaaaaand the kittygumi WIP is 6500 words now.... ughhhh i thought it was gonna be like 5k max, oh well! (to be fair they just kept... walking around doing stuff a lot in that first part. hopefully that helped with a sense of bonding?????????)