#gotta use the Master of Divinity for something

[two4joybirbs]

From a spiritual/religious context… a fetus is not a person. Full stop.

The Bible says very little about abortions.

Talmudic Judaism teaches that life begins at breath (like God breathing over the deep at the creation of the world in Genesis). Jews are divided on abortion depending on their particular denomination’s teachings, however, and I’m not Jewish so I can’t speak for their social teachings.

But I am a professional Christian so I can speak to the Christian side.

The Hebrew Bible (Old Testament) does not reference intentional termination of a pregnancy. Of the two mentions there are, they aren’t super helpful for contemporary ethics.

Numbers 5-:11-31 refers to “the Ordeal of the Bitter Waters,” whose exact meaning and purpose are contested by scholars.

Exodus 21:22-23 outlines the punishment due someone who beats a woman into a miscarriage or stillbirth (not including her husband, which is an oversight easily caught by contemporary eyes, but contextually valid, as women were the property of men). The only reason abortion is bad here is that a man lost potential property (children).

The New Testament says even less.

Some opponents of legal access to abortion cite Luke 1:41-44 saying that a fetus is a person because fetal John the Baptist was filled with the Holy Spirit and leapt in Elizabeth’s womb. But… almost all babies move in the womb of their parents. And the argument that the word used to describe the fetal JtB was the Greek word for infants post birth is a bullshit grabbing at straws analysis because a) the writers of the Bible were generally pretty shitty writers (omg Paul was AWFUL) and b) we don’t know what the original word was. We don’t have single, definitive texts written by the apostles themselves because papyrus is friable and because Christianity was a secret sect, heavily persecuted. Scripture was written in snatches, passed around, destroyed, and rewritten from memory or bad copies. What the original word was is something that we can’t really know nor can we know the original intention.

What’s used for social teaching about abortion isn’t Biblical; it’s about power and control. It’s using scripture for human purposes. Jesus didn’t say “save fetuses at all costs” (or don’t be gay, for that matter). Jesus said “love your neighbor” and pregnant people (especially if it’s not you who’s pregnant) are our neighbors. Loving them does not mean making decisions about their bodies without their consent. It means having a fucking ethical backbone and standing up to religious (esp Christian) rhetoric and calling a spade a spade.

Patriarchy cloaked in Scripture is still patriarchy. We’re pretty agreed on the notion that we can wear mixed fibers (Lev 19:19) and that we don’t stone criminals (Deut 17:2-5, Lev 24:16). Also that tattoos are fine (Lev 19:28) and we can eat shellfish (Lev 11:10-11). So why would be believe that women are property of their husbands and therefore have no bodily autonomy or freedom?

Call it what it is.

we seriously need to stop conceding to the personhood trap when it comes to abortion rights. is a fetus a person? thats a spiritual question. i dont care about the answer. should another person dictate what someone can do with their body? simple answer: no.

[theheraldsrest]

Hey! I really really love your blog! If I may request, during downtime, how would the members of the inner circle react to find the Inquisitor drawing/sketching them?

“Companions react to Inquisitor drawing/sketching them”

After our *cough* little thing with Bull, let’s have some fluff, shall we? Thank you anon for the ask!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

“You did this? It’s certainly…it’s…how did you even…it’s amazing.”

-So surprised, no words. It makes him feel a little special that you’d choose to sketch him but also very embarrassed. In return, he tries drawing you. Might not be as good and there are a few rough sketches that were thrown in the fire, but he wanted to return the favor. 

Josephine

“Oh! Look at the detail and the softness! I wouldn’t have even thought it was me from how stunning it is!”

-Absolutely gushing over it. Josey’s always had a fascination for the arts and to be the subject of the piece from someone close to her? Adores it, even asks to keep it. She has it tucked away in one of her favorite books. Will always compliment your art even when talking to dignitaries.

Leliana

“I commend you on your artistic talent. Though, I’d ask you not to sketch me. Perhaps one of the ravens would make better practice?”

-Like Josephine, Leliana has an eye for art. She loves looking at the little details in your sketches and finds it a surprise that her face is amongst the papers. As much as she appreciates it, she’d rather her face remain a secret. She is your spy master, after all. Though, if she becomes Divine, she keeps the sketch as one of her favorite pieces of her. 

Vivienne

“Darling, as much as I’d like to say you're wasting your talents by leading the Inquisition instead of honing your skills, you are equally talented in both. Most usually fail to make me look this stunning.”

-It might not show on her face or in her words but she loves it. Several times people have been commissioned to paint her yet none come even close to your level of detail. More points if it’s of her smiling or laughing, the lines on her face as well as the wrinkle around her eyes gives her a sense of…normalcy. If she becomes Divine, she commissions you to do her portrait, no one else.

Varric

“You drew me? I think that’s gotta be one of the scariest pieces of your art I’ve ever seen! When you're done, can I keep it?”

-Though it doesn’t sound like it, he brags about it constantly. Even when he’s making fun of his slightly crooked nose or how his eyes might seem smaller than other dwarves, he’s complimenting the skill you put into the very minute details of his face. Varric will try to pay you for it even if you refuse, later trying to commission a drawing of Hawke when they come around.

Cole

“Oh, it’s me! Not really, but it’s Cole. But you’re trying to draw me…I can still remember his face, then.”

-He’ll stare at it for hours, his shoulders down. It’s been sometime since he’d been able to see his own face, forgetting that he even had a face. To see you draw that face, the real Cole, just from looking at him makes him happy. Will ask to look at it every now and then, just to make sure it’s still the same.

Solas

“I must say, you are quite talented and steady with your hands. It does allow others to see how the artist sees. You certainly make me seem…at peace.”

-From one artist to another, he gives you high compliments with very few complaints. It is unusual to see him drawn in such a way since he’s so used to seeing only the mosaics. He meant to get rid of it when he left the Inquisition, but just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Cassandra

“Inquisitor, though your craft is very beautiful and I admire how you can make these pieces, I must ask you not to sketch me.”

-Don’t get her wrong, she loves seeing your sketches but it’s mostly out of formality (and somewhat embarrassment) that she asks not to be your subject. If she becomes Divine, it’s one of the only pieces she prefers over the paintings. Though she does ask you, if you have the time, to draw something for her. When you give her a perfect picture of her brother and her, it’s one of the few times she truly hugs you.

The Iron Bull

“Holy shit. I’m alright when it comes to sketching, but you make it look pretty damn easy while so complicated! You even got my scars and the detail on my patch! Damn, boss!”

-Bull is used to doing quick sketches, usually of small details to make sure he could track someone or to remember something easier. Never had he really seen himself drawn so picture perfect that it completely baffles him. He looks at all the details with a smile on his face.

Dorian

“I can’t believe you managed to get my good side! In all honesty, though, this is remarkable. And not just because it’s me.”

-He had studied some art pieces before and never really found any he liked, but he has now found one of his favorite artists. Constantly asks if you’ve done any new pieces just so he can look at the heart that goes into them. Ask if you could teach him to sketch as such so that he can add better drawings to his research notes.

Sera

“What the fuck! That’s me! How the fuck! How did you do this! You even got my eyes to be lined up! How the hell did you do that?!”

-We all know Sera’s drawing style. She keeps saying the same things over and over again because she’s at a loss for words. Except for cuss words. Along with the rooftop hangouts, she insists that you two just draw together sometimes. Some of the goofiest drawings come from these times, especially one of a cartoonish Coryshit falling from a very detailed tower.

A little speech bubble near it says “Oh shit, I shat myself!”

Blackwall

“I…I’m honored to be one of your subjects. Not to blow my own horn, but this looks stunning. You really are something special, hm?”

-Blackwall has done a lot of sketching himself and finds your art a breath of fresh air. Other than looking at bits and pieces of his reflection, he usually tries to avoid seeing himself. So when he sees your drawing of him, he almost doesn’t recognize himself. You both trade sketches of each other just for fun and even sketch together.

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

Season 1 episode 2 [... After the Phantoms of Your Former Self] - part 2/3

- [Daniel] "White master, Black student, but equal in the quiet dark" - *spits out the water I just drunk* DANIEL MOLLOY THE QUEEN THAT YOU ARE. And Louis immediately answering the provocation with a slam down of his own. I am so here for the Louis/Daniel bromance, the way they can just spend hours snarking at each other. Saltmates, if you will.

Louis is such a Bitch, the way he decides to eat that fox in front of Daniel to remind him that "vampires are killers", and the way he lets the blood drip, when canonically vampires never waste any blood (at least in the book, that's one of the thing Lestat repeats often, a vampire's feeding is clean, no trace of blood left anywhere, but in a visual media about vampires, of course it looks better to have the blood dripping on the chin after, sometimes you gotta privilege aesthetic over function).

[Louis] "Vampires are killers, apex predators whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment, the ability to see a human life in its entirety, not with any mawkish sorrow, but with the thrilling satisfaction of being the end of that life and having a hand in the divine plan."

Yeaaah, like Daniel says, "don't expect every reader to swallow that one". Because for one thing, you don't even fully believe it, Louis, you who's about to spend several years starving yourself feeding only on rats and cats, you who just had a fox for supper instead of going hunting, you who hates feeding on humans and doesn't let even your fellow vampires witness you feeding (book canon), you who also goes during the 20th century from crisis of faith to fully atheist and uncaring about religion... Pretty words. Empty words. I'm not buying it.

"Mawkish": lacking flavor or having an unpleasant taste / exaggeratedly or childishly emotional (Merriam-Webster). Well I didn't know that word. Collins Dictionary tells me that the best translation to French would be "mièvre", and now I am loving this even more. "Mièvre" is not a very used word in French, which is a shame because it's a very pretty and very evocative word, and "mawkish" definitely gives me the same impression. Yey, I learned something new today! New word to incorporate to my vocabulary.

- I swear I'm not trying to comment every single minute of this episode, but every single minute brings something interesting. I have to stop on Louis and Lestat's conversation about languages and killing being its own language, as a multilingual person myself (I could spend hours talking linguistics, sorry not sorry):

[Lestat] "'When I first started learning English, I abhorred it. Every word felt like a doorknob falling out of my mouth. Chapeau is a hat, étoile was a star...' [Louis] 'Killin' folks ain't a second language!' [Lestat] 'But when I started dreaming in English, that's when I embraced it. And now, I have English consonants to thank for this astonishing jawline.' [Louis] 'These are nightmares I'm having, Lestat, not dreams.'"

Firstly, yeah, Lestat's right, "hat" is weird. It's chapeau in French, cappello in Italian, kapela in Greek, even quba'a in Arabic, and Arabic is not even an Indo-European language... The heck does hat come from? *resists the urge to go linguistic deep dive* Secondly, yeah, he's right, he does have an amazing jawline - taking this opportunity to bring attention to the scar on the corner of his mouth, book readers know what's up. Where was I? Ah, yeah. No, Lestat's right about a foreign language sounding weird in your mouth until you start to understand its spirit instead of only its letter - words falling out of your mind versus dreaming in that language. Been talking English for long enough that I do dream in English, and been multilingual all my life so I adapt to languages fast enough, but it's still a struggle. I'm fluent in Spanish now, but I don't dream in Spanish yet, and I sometimes feel like the word sounds wrong when it actually sounds like it should.

What it means in regard to Louis is that he's a slow learner. Gotta sound the kill one by one, taking your time, before you get to be a consummate killer. Can't learn a language in a night. Can't learn a language if you don't practice. Can't get used to killing if you don't kill, and can't survive if you don't kill, and vicious circle, doesn't kill>doesn't survive>doesn't practice>doesn't learn>doesn't survive>doesn't kill... Extremely interesting to see that Lestat IS actually teaching Louis about vampire ways, but Louis is not ready to listen yet, or, to continue the metaphor, they're not speaking the same language and they haven't learned to understand each other's language (not talking about accents obviously, but once again taking the opportunity to praise both Sam and Jacob's vocal work, between Sam's French accented drawling English and Jacob's Creole slang in NOLA and flat "standard" English in Dubai, it's a feast for the ears).

Okay, while Lestat's teaching Louis how to read minds (the Mind Gift, that book!Louis actually doesn't get in the books until very, very late on, and isn't good at, and doesn't show), wanna just say: look how giddy they are! Look how soft they are with each other! Look how fondly Louis speaks to Lestat, how fondly Lestat looks at Louis! We forget, and Louis too, but in between the misunderstandings and the drama and the anguish, they DID love each other, they DID have good times, they DID build a life with each other. It wasn't complete (and no I'm not talking about darling Claudia, I'm talking about speaking the same language), but it was good enough for quite a few years.

Oh man, Louis reading his family's minds, I coulda told him that's a bad idea *points to every literature with a man reader*, but also that passage in Narnia (Dawn Trader) when Lucy spies on her school friends and hear things she didn't want to read and didn't have to know. Don't have time to go search for that passage now, but Aslan tells her something like "some things really do not need be done", or sum' like that.

- Oh, hey, look. More social commentary. That white guy's gonna get eaten if he keeps patronising Louis like that. "You truly are an exceptional Negro" - hey Lou baby, can I kill him please? Lemme kill him for you. "I had let them talk to me like that so long, I had stopped hearing it" - oh, and Louis' accent is slipping here, can you hear it. Really, REALLY love how that change from book canon adds so many layers to Louis' character. Hey, have I said lately that Louis' my favourite? 'Cause Louis is my favourite. "Yes, sir. Of course, sir. Subject, verb, agreement, sir. Smile, nod, yes sir." - AWARDS FOR JACOB, all the awards for Jacob please, and my gods how much do I adore Louis, that sassy, snarky, bitchy queen. I want to have a book club with him.

"But I wasn't a man anymore. I was something else. I had powers now, and decades of rage to process, and it was both random and unfortunate, the man picked that night to dabble in fuckery." - so first, Jacob keeps on flexing his vocal skills by letting Louis slip more and more back to his original accent, and then, YES KING, get his ass, DRAIN HIM. And in a more meta way, all hails liberation movements and the process of reclaiming one's identity. Maybe not through murder, we all ain't lucky enough to be vampires, but yeah, rage is a good tool actually. Rage can lead to enormous movements that change the fabric of society for the better. Never underestimate the power of repressed rage finally expressing itself when it's yielded by clever, resourceful, empathic beings. Sorry, that was the "segregated Southern States social commentary as a mirror for 21st century's current liberation movements social commentary" minute, back to the vampires.

[Lestat] "You are a library of confusion" - first of all, Sam's delivery, with the hand gestures and the head shake, MAGNIFICENT, but also, it's Lestat starting to realize that maaaaaaybe he bit more than he can chew. Maaaaaybe.

[Louis] "'There's some things you don't get about America, Lestat.' [Lestat] 'Yes, let's have this conversation again.' [Louis] 'Colored; white. Creole; French. Queer; half-queer, mostly queer, what is it?' [Lestat] 'Non-discriminating.' [Louis] 'Complicated situation we got here is what I'm saying.'"

ICONIC. And also, maaaaan do I love that that's the road RJ and Cie decided to go with, one of the only changes I've been having issues is the time skip (from 1797 to 1910, cf. episode 1 part 1 rewatch). But this little conversation here actually warms me to it! The layers, man, the layers. Also, love that Lestat self-identifies as non-discriminating, that's so totally him about basically everything: skin color and ethnicity, sexuality and gender, species, age... Drama Queen really said "everything goes, eeeeeeverything".

- "How can I say no to you?" - awwww, Lestat is so whipped for Louis.

[Louis] "From 1912 to 1917" - oooh thanks for the time stamps. So it's been two years since he's turned, and it's on for 5 years of stability. The famous "honeymoon era".

[Louis] "I made a mountain of money, enough to retire and be buried like a pharaoh" - uuuuuh *side-eyes cautiously Queen of the Damned* let's not talk about Egyptian monarchy yet, yeah, that'll come to burn us soon enough.

Oops, the baby scene. And Louis realising he can't hold on to his family, that they're about to slip between his fingers like sand... Ow. [Grace] "I'm sure Mama would love to see you" *rapid glance* *giggles* That's siblings for "yeaaaah no, lol, Mama would definitely NOT love to see me, you crazy".

[Louis] "I no longer kill. My last victim was in the year 2000." BUT DID YOU EAT THE BABY, LOUIS. "I sit here a master of my instincts." But did you eat the baby, Louis. Slight aside, but how is this dinner still on going?? WAIT, go back a second: [Daniel] "And you know this how, you guys have a thread on 8chan?" - BENJI MENTION? I sooo want to see Benji's radio. Though if we still follow book events but on show timeline, Armand hasn't met Benji and Sybelle yet, because they're turned a decade after Daniel. Repeating myself, but RJ did say he'd adapt Prince Lestat, and Benji's one of the main players of this book, so I'm sure we'll see him, but it's going to be a while, I think.

- Wait, I need to relisten to that conversation:

[Daniel] "'And what about the others out there? Have they mastered theirs?' [Louis] 'Just the opposite. Most of them are slaves to the blood, exhausted from decades, centuries of hiding, giddy to increase their numbers.' [...] [Daniel] 'Is the pandemic the opening they've been waiting for?' [Louis] 'Pandemic, the unravelling of geopolitical foundations. [...] One of them, a brute in Madagascar, called it 'the great conversion'.'"

Oh, lots to say here. Lots that will spoil the books too. Because hey, y'all know what happens in Queen of the Damned, after Lestat's concert? Yepppp. Pretty sure Rolin Jones just planted the seeds of seasons 3 and 4. And served on a silver platter with delicious 21st century social commentary. I'm having the time of my life.

[Daniel] "'Well most people I know like to play a little ball in the afternoon, or maybe go down to the beach, catching a few rays.' [Louis] 'Yes. What on earth would a meth-addicted son of a coal miner in West Virginia want with eternal life?' [Daniel] 'Did you eat the baby?' [Louis] 'Or the Arab youth whose whole family were wiped from existence...' [Daniel] 'Did you eat the baby?' [Louis] '... by a Western drone? No, I'm sure you're right.'"

SHOTS FIRED. And another Benji mention! And a personal attack. And Louis being his glorious catty self. And Daniel being his glorious one-minded self. We're heading for another "outburst", lmao.

The Damek scene is just so fucking weird, I'm wheezing. Nothing to say here, just: this show is a freaking comedy. Between Louis perfecting the Little Drink but his taste of the night just passing out, and Daniel going "you might have a drinking problem" and then going back to his idea of the night, "the goddamn baby, Louis, did you fucking eat the bloody baby", this is peak humor.

Aaaaaand we need a third part, still 15 minutes to go.

episode 1 | part 1 | part 3 | episode 3 | episode 4 | episode 5 | episode 6 | episode 7

[shunin-gumis]

Nagi Hachinoya Novel

Essence of a Bouquet

Track 03 - Healing that occurs when you awaken your Empath Chakra

Hideko "Everyone is looking much brighter now, a huge difference from when you had first joined. Can you sense your happiness approaching? Now, today we shall awaken our chakras together-"

Master Hideko seemed divine and full of love today as well, just like a Goddess.

Black cat avatar "Wow, today was a great gathering as usual! When Master Hideko awakened my sixth chakra, I felt a whole new world open up in front of me. Is this what they call a vision!?"

Nagi "It's cool that you managed to see it Norisuke-san."

Norisuke "Aw Negi-kun, you couldn't see it? I thought we'd be buddies who opened their chakras at the same time too…"

At the usual lobby in mahorova.

Norisuke-san was the person with the black cat avatar. Though he said it was a fake name. That's why I gave him a fake name too; "Negi".

This is our 4th gathering. Norisuke-san has attended every one so far, and always makes sure to sit beside me. Master Hideko's sermons were helpful, and I was happy that I was getting along better with Norisuke-san as time passes.

Norisuke "By the way, it seems like they'll be holding an offline meeting at their company building in two weeks. I think it'd be great if we could meet Master Hideko in the flesh…"

Nagi "That does sound great."

Norisuke "Right? …Oops, look at the time, I gotta go! See you at the next gathering!"

Nagi "See you later."

~~~~

After logging out of mahorova, I couldn't help but feel liberated. I head towards the living room, wondering if there was anyone there. I was feeling so elated I skipped my way there.

Ryui "The hell you prancing around for. Some of us are trying to watch TV here."

Toi "You look like you're in a good mood Nagi-kun, did something good happen?"

Toi and Ryui were watching television in the living room."

I bow slightly in apology for interrupting them, and look at the screen myself.

…Apparently it was some news about some fraud company getting exposed.

Ryui "Lately there's been some shady business going on, something to do with fake spiritual goods and techniques and what not."

Nagi "Ooh that sounds scary."

Toi "Isn't it unforgivable!? People and spirits alike, we all just want to be happy. I can't believe there are people taking advantage of others' good will to try and make money off of them."

Nagi "Yup. It's unforgivable."

That's right, everyone is searching for their happiness. That's why we give it our all everyday.

That's why, after I test it out a bit more, I want to share this with everyone at HAMA Tours. About Master Hideko's power, and how great Secret Energy is.

Ryui "Claiming that your dead kid is suffering, that your ancestors require a memorial service urgently… People who take advantage of other's weaknesses and make a whole business scam out of it ought to get the death penalty."

Toi "Yes… I'm sure God is watching over us. Right…?"

Toi and Ryui were talking about spiritual business scams.

Meanwhile, I-

'If only I had access to Secret Energy back then…'

Then maybe I could have been of help to Minemori-san. I couldn't help the feeling of regret that welled up as I remembered her face.

The autumnal sky was clear that day, and left a deep impression on me.

Nagi "Huh?"

I came by the laundromat as I usually do, but it was closed right now. Even though it was normally open at this time. I found it strange, so I went around the back and pressed the intercom button.

Mrs.Minemori "Ah… Hachinoya-kun? The shop's closed today… no, we'll be closed for the time being."

She was crying.

I rushed to her immediately.

Nagi "What happened?"

That's when I learned.

That her husband was hospitalized after falling off a ladder and breaking his hip. That the bluebird they took care of flew out of the window and never came back. That someone had scammed them out of a large sum of money by using the name of their disowned son. They had reported it to the police, but it didn't seem like it would be resolved any time soon. This series of unfortunate events had turned their life upside-down overnight

Mrs.Minemori "The shop has been struggling lately… even if we turned it around now, we'd still be in debt…"

Nagi "……"

Mrs.Minemori "I was thinking that maybe it was time I closed up shop…"

Minemori-san, who was always so bright and smart, seemed very frail right now.

I couldn't bear to see her like that, so I couldn't help but blurt out-

Nagi "My kidney."

Mrs. Minemori "What?"

Nagi "I'll sell one of my kidneys, so please use that money for your store."

Mrs.Minemori "What in the world are you saying child!? We're really ok, so you should just run along! You have a part-time job to head to don't you?"

Not wanting to worry me, she gives me a brave smile. As if trying to convince herself, she keeps repeating that they'd be ok, and closes the door on me.

Nagi "Are you pleased with this?"

Customer "Wow! It's so cute!"

Whenever I make a bouquet for a customer, I receive a bright smile. A face of "happiness".

It was raining outside. I'm sure it was raining where the laundromat was at too.

Someone like me, who has no family nor money… the only thing I could do was tie some flowers together, and send it to them.

Nagi "Senpai, could you take the cost of this bouquet off my pay?"

Pink roses, baby's breath, and lily of the valley. With my knowledge on flower language, I hoped it would provide them some strength, even if only a little.

Even for just a moment, I want them to remember the scent of happiness.

Nagi "Muuun…."*

I already have enough happiness, that's why, I wanted to give it back, no matter how little. That was my wish.

Nagi "I'm sorry for bothering you again."

Mrs.Minenori "Oh Hachinoya-kun, what am I to do with you… I told you, we're alright…"

Nagi "Actually, I-"

I've lived with unhappiness every step of my life.* That's why I'd be ok even if I can't be happy. That's why, I wanted to give my happiness to these two irreplaceable people instead. Because they were kind to even someone like me-

Nagi "I was the child that was abandoned here back then."

With this bouquet, let me protect the both of you and your store.

Notes

Flower Language for the flowers Nagi picks for the couple (taken from Japanese websites for closer accuracy to original intent) Pink Roses: Gratitude Baby's breath: Happiness Lily of the Valley: Return of happiness

*'Muuun' is the sound he makes when he's instilling his happiness energy/thoughts(念) into the flowers, literally.

*Nagi literally says "My existence is like unhappiness itself" but that sounded a little off so I changed it. What he means is he's been unhappy all his life and is used to it already.

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 4 / Part 5

[despair-to-future-arcs]

A Lucky Discovery

[Part 1]

So speaking of relationships, how about you, hm? I was wondering if you gotten into one yourself, hm?

Wait... your curious of me?

Well of course Nagi, I mean given you are a women in her mid 20's; I figure I ask you about that, so you found someone...?

We-Well... I haven't exactly figure that out, it's just... complicated is all, plus I did just got out of hiding so I'm not sure yet so-.

Hey Chloe, Nagi? We are getting ready for the movies, you coming?

Oh right right, the movies! c'mon Nagi, you must tell me later!

*Chloe and Nagi walk behind, which they are watch...*

...Well, that was boring - seriously, I figure we get more information the Neo World Program or Master Utsuro but instead it was just them chatting about their relationships or whatever...

It might be but it's just a normal conversation and was likely not going to mean much...

Quite, we probably should just wait until they finish their movie then we can continue following them, right Nikei?

I mean... we gotta, we need to figure out where the HQ is so let's just wait until they are done but yeah, this is pretty boring...

*After that Void walk off and waited until the movie was done...meanwhile, at the same time...*

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Location: Pig Farm up in Hokkaido, Japan

*Naoto looks around the farm as he checks the gate* Hmm... seems like there isn't any hats or clothes...

So you say that the guy that was thrown here untied himself, got out and took off...?

PIG FARMER: Yeah... he did, as say I did watch what happen and it seems the women with the eyepatch was being followed and just through him in there, I thought he was some stalker...

I see... and you also saw that your pigs were fed moments ago before it happen?

PIG FARMER: Yeah they were as I did fed them already before he was thrown in, so the pigs wouldn't have eaten him anyway and probably just sniff at him weird, sorry I can't be much help here...

It's fine sir, thank you again for telling us about this...

*walks over to Naoto* Well... that was a dead end, I figure we find a clue but seems we didn't, huh? Divine Luck sure is something...

No, I don't think so but given he has Divine Luck, probably he was able to escape but sir, do you think you have an idea where he went?

PIG FARMER: Nnnn... nope, not that I can think of since he never spoke to me but I did notice his leg was limping a bit, maybe he went to that really good hospital I've heard about...

A hospital...?

PIG FARMER: Yeeeah but as say, it's a bit far off and by the ocean, I think it's called 'Teine Keijinkai Hospital' I believe, maybe he went there? I heard that people tend to recover there so he likely went there.

Teine Keijinkai Hospital? That be an hour away by car, we should be able to get there and check it out...

And thanks for the help, hope you have a good day...

PIG FARMER: Okay, good luck...

*After that Setsuka and Naoto walk away, they get back to their car...*

Welp, seems we are heading there but if we don't find anything, we're returning back...

I know but Mr. Kinjo did say we should also check the hospitals around here to see if we can find Akane Taira's body too so maybe we can find it.

And you heard what that farmer say, right? He say that this hospital might be good, meaning it's likely Akane Taira is in there.

Oh right yeah, I did read a bit about Utsuro's past and it was blessed; ranging from successful births, people being cured and all that other good stuff and hearing about this hospital, I think it might line up - man, when your not thinking of commands, you sure can be smart.

Then off we go then...

*As then the car drove off, follow by another car...*

Now where are they headed off too, I better check...

*Shobai goes to his car and follows after them...*

[dgrailwar]

Moon Cancer Moon Cancer! Let's try revisualizing things to make this easier for us.

Just imagine, we're not fighting Avenger now, we're playing Dangangranpa 2 and you're in the middle of a class trial arguing with Nagito Komaeda!

"Hang on-- even if you're joking, I think you might be onto something…!"

"Heh… No, that's wrong! Thanks, Master of Avenger- I've finally got it!"

"…Hm?"

"I'm a pro gamer-- the Virtual Gaming scene was my playground-- if I think of my Servant body like a virtual avatar, then I think I can put something together! And as a Servant, there's no risk of lag and I've got a fully mastered moveset! Focus-- my divine pal gave me a tank build… so, since Handsome's obvs faster than me... gotta think, gotta think… c'mon, me!"

"Suddenly… you have an interesting look in your eyes, MoonCancer! I'd dare to call it determination! Hahaha! Let's see if it truly burns, Lunar Irregular!"

-

Vote to see who wins HERE!

[poptartcat]

Random ghost AU segments I think sound cool

(Oh btw it’s got religious themes but they might not sound that great bc I’m kinda religious but not really)

Ponyboy always believed in God.

There was something about the idea of a divine being making the sunsets, his family, the life under his feet and overhead. Only divine intervention could create the feeling of the breeze in his hair as he flew across the track, a smile growing as he sped up. Only divine intervention could create the warmth and love of his brothers’ hugs, keeping him from drowning in his own thoughts and reminding him of what he still had. Only divine intervention could create those soft autumn days where Pony could sit anywhere with Johnny and they could just think, and feel, and see the world around them in that way only they understood.

Johnny would always give him a look that made Ponyboy look want to stop the world and look longer. His eyes would sparkle, a soft but genuine smile on his face that made his scars and bruises fade and his youth come forward. Ponyboy felt like the world around them paled in comparison to a delighted Johnny Cade. A delighted Johnny was God’s sweetest gift.

On those days, when the sun bathed them in its familial glow like a mother’s caress, it made Johnny look as ethereal as the stained glass pictures in the chapel at the church. It made Johnny look like had floated down from the clouds of heaven just to bless them with his existence.

He looked at Johnny. “God gave us this, Johnny. All of this.” 

Johnny gazed back at him with a look he couldn’t place, as dashing as ever. “Yeah. He did.”

He knew Johnny Cade was his God-given divine intervention.

———

Dally, Dally, Dally, with hard eyes and a harder face, looking out to the distance beyond the page. Maybe pages couldn’t hold someone as wild as Dally, like the cuffs and bars that cops always tried with.

Dally, Dally, Dally, standing back-to-back with a cross, denying the faith. Maybe not denying. Maybe disagreeing. Maybe not denying. Maybe finally letting go.

———

“Tell her to come over, and bring some of her lemon squares. They taste like a food angel slapped me across the tongue.”

Pony snorted and grinned at Soda. “Y’know, she mentioned your chocolate cake like it was the second coming of Christ. Y’all could do a trade.”

“For measly cake? Sorry Pony, but I was told to never rob a lady.”

———

It was some rerun of a special. Two-Bit’s favorite, in fact. He personally didn’t think Mickey Mouse was all that great but he was sure Two would rob him blind and and do so with pleasure if he ever said as much.

———

“How long do you think it’ll take him to realize?” Johnny asked softly as he sat on the desk, stroking Pony’s hair as he slept. He looked over to Dally, who was going through the closet for what had to have been the 10th time that week. Johnny hadn’t realized how much of a snoop Dally was until they were both all they had in the afterlife.

Dally tried to grab a Playboy, but his hand went right through. “Who says he’s gonna realize?”

Johnny shrugged. “I mean, we both aren’t following him around for nothing. You feel it too.”

He ignored him, still trying for the magazine. Johnny floated over and grabbed the Playboy. “Fucking hell…” He heard Dally mutter.

“You just gotta be patient.” It took Johnny a couple months to master moving things in the living realm. He didn't like to use it much, though.

“Patient my ass.”

“You’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure as hell not wasting it.”

———

“Calm down, Dal.” Johnny was unfazed. Dally would never hurt him, and he came to terms with everything when he’d died. Funnily enough, he also had power over Dally, with his ability to interact with the real world and all. “We’ll figure it out. He will, too. We just gotta keep giving him signs.”

“What signs? A chill?” Dally scoffed, ditching the magazine and sitting on the bed. “If he saw us, he’d probably try and get rid of us. He’s been Christ-crazy all week-“

“No, I don’t think it’s that. I think he feels what we feel. I think he’s just scared.”

———

“Johnny!”

Everything shifted. Down was up, up was down, Dally was Johnny, Johnny was Dally, life was death and death was life. He threw himself into Dally’s arms, and they held each other like the end of the world was coming. Maybe it was.

[magick-musings]

Hey!! How do I transmute energy? Like from someone’s hex on me? Or overall how to do this? Do u have any resources or recommendations or anything 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿

So... here's the thing. I'm an intuitive and eclectic practitioner, and pretty private about my personal workings (as you should be too. Can't be giving out the blueprints and schematics of your lair with all the secret passages circled in red ink. There's a reason this shit was supposed to be kept on the down low). All I can say is that there are no crystals and jars lying around my house to break or steal or otherwise render useless. Maybe someone else can point you to an obscure grimoire or a shiny crystal to spend big bucks on to solve all your problems, but that's not how I do things. I don't have a spell for you, only theory.

Hopefully you know the basics of energy work and warding and aura manipulation, and a general understanding of animism and alchemy and whatever divination method you use to receive messages from the many types of incorporeal. Experience in astral workings would also be good too honestly. If not, you can search em on my blog there's definitely more than a few master posts here to get you started.

As we've all heard, good defense is the best offense so start with banishing, cleansing and warding, followed by a recharge. This is a good time for any aura/energy manipulation on yourself as well as your spaces. Gotta start with a blank canvas. If this is gibberish to you... girl idk get to studying bc transmutation is not beginner shit. If you got all that down tho...

First off, having the outer layer of your ward be 'sticky' is a good start. Instead of energy bouncing back, it gets stuck, trapped. this can turn into a layer of grime though, so you have to have a purification process for it. Think like... how plants take in CO2 (deadly to humans) and give us oxygen (life sustaining) and in the same vein, what we exhale is what they inhale. Or oysters, filter feeders in the ocean who take in detritus and sustain themselves off of it while returning cleaner water to the ecosystem. Chicken manure is used as fertilizer for crops that feed us. Spiders catch pests in their webs.

If you're into animism, nurture a symbiotic relationship. Feed the harmful energy to something that lives on it, and in exchange for nourishing it, the 'waste' it gives off is something helpful to you. There are a lot of ways to go about this, I encourage you to use your imagination. Look around at what you got, and do the best you can with that. Transmutation is all around us if you just know where to look.

Either way. Once it's purified, you can apply it to whatever you want. Wards are a great start though. A self sustainable ward goes a whole long way towards peace of mind.

My main piece of advice is never do the transmutation inside your own energetic body. (Well, not never, but that's mad advanced and if you have to ask this you're not ready for all that). (This is said with love and care and concern not condescension). (Exceptions made for shadow work, or any working done with your own energy. That is also transmutation, also related to the aura and astral work i mentioned above, and a whole other beast entirely). Externalize it, separate the malignant energy from yourself if it isn't already (aka caught in the wards before it could get to you and/or banished etc), and then host the purification process outside of yourself. Also, dont be scared to ask your spirit guides/gods/ancestors/etc for help, if you work with any.

Trust your intuition, ask your guides for, yknow, guidance, and don't be too scared to actually try something new or experimental.

[tuulikki]

The funny thing about Jesus shipping is it literally drops us into about 2000 years of Biblical interpretation. Which disciple we pick is an exegesis/headcanon. And, in the most literal sense, it even depends on what texts we decide to count as canon.

Like, if we want to focus on John, we have to note that John is the only gospel that uses "beloved disciple" in the first place. So our source for John is... John.

And obviously "'The Gospel of X' says that X is the most important disciple" is the best fun you can have.

That's why I use "The Gospel of Judas" (c. 2nd-century CE) as my canon, even though it's Gnostic fuckery. tbh I think the "kiss" is the least compelling bit of J/J, because the anachronism of reading anything into that kiss makes it the weakest bullet point in the Jesus/Judas Shipper Manifesto. And the idea of Judas as a zealot is pretty indefensible unless we're just having fun (and we are).

Peter sources are all from the Synoptic Gospels (the oldest Gospels, in chronological order: Mark, Matthew, Luke). We can cherry pick gospels for shipping, but let's be real... Synoptics have Word of God energy lol. We kinda have to concede first place to Peter and then squabble (in good fun) about every other spot on the podium. Peter sure did deny Jesus three times but hey, he didn't betray him to his death.

(Long post, I decided to ramble. Just for my own amusement. Because this was my undergrad degree.)

Judas:

"The Gospel of Judas" is probably the ur-source for Jesus/Judas girlies and I just gotta infodump. Is it canonical to any Christian tradition? No, it’s docetist tomfoolery. But it's a really fun text to pull in because, as you'd expect from "The Gospel of Judas," Judas is Jesus' specialist little disciple:

(Jesus said to the disciples) “[Let] any one of you who is [strong enough] among human beings bring out the perfect human and stand before my face.” They all said, “We have the strength.” But their spirits did not dare to stand before [him], except for Judas Iscariot. He was able to stand before him, but he could not look him in the eyes, and he turned his face away.

You get Jesus selecting Judas as the only one who was worthy while also being enigmatic and fucking off when Judas asks questions:

Knowing that Judas was reflecting upon something that was exalted, Jesus said to him, “Step away from the others and I shall tell you the mysteries of the kingdom. It is possible for you to reach it, but you will grieve a great deal. For someone else will replace you, in order that the twelve [disciples] may again come to completion with their god.” Judas said to him, “When will you tell me these things, and [when] will the great day of light dawn for the generation?” But when he said this, Jesus left him.

You also get an enigmatic nickname and weird lovingly condescending divinity:

Judas said, “Master, as you have listened to all of them, now also listen to me. For I have seen a great vision.” When Jesus heard this, he laughed and said to him, “You thirteenth spirit, why do you try so hard? But speak up, and I shall bear with you.”

And we can’t emphasise enough that while Judas is special and the only one Jesus confides the truth in, Jesus tells him he’ll be reviled pretty much until the End Times. Poor little meow meow Judas:

When he heard this, Judas said to him, “What good is it that I have received it? For you have set me apart for that generation.” Jesus answered and said, “You will become the thirteenth, and you will be cursed by the other generations—and you will come to rule over them. In the last days they will curse your ascent to the holy [generation].”

And although The Last Temptation of Christ was written well before we found the Gospel of Judas, we get the same dynamic where Jesus and Judas both know beforehand that Judas will enable Jesus’ sacrifice, which has a tragic weird intimacy about it:

“But you will exceed all of them. For you will sacrifice the man that clothes me.”

This bit really almost reads like fanfic already:

“Look, you have been told everything. Lift up your eyes and look at the cloud and the light within it and the stars surrounding it. The star that leads the way is your star.”

Speaking of The Last Temptation of Christ, I personally find it to be a better, weirder J/J source than "Jesus Christ Superstar." Not least because it tries to reconcile the gospels the most of I've seen in any other piece of media. Side note: When I say "reconcile," I mean narratively dealing with contradictions. E.g., how Nativity plays put both magi (Matthew) and shepherds (Luke) in the same story.

And "The Last Temptation of Christ" film adaptation really brings in the unsettling chaotic energy that I think a story about an incarnate deity destined to die requires. Apart from "Goncharov," it's my favourite Scorsese:

John:

If we ditch the Synoptic gospels and focus on John, of course John will give us John as the "disciple whom Jesus loved," since John is the only gospel that uses that term. And John is the best-written gospel, hands-down, so it's just a winner of a text.

Though, just to clarify for anyone who might have misread what OP said: the word "philtatos" is not in the Bible. The closest concept is the "ho mathētēs hon ēgapā ho Iēsous"/"disciple whom Jesus loved" term that the John author invented to describe John. And since John is the last of the canonical Gospels, it would be absolutely bugfuck crazy Dan-Brownery to make historical claims. But I hope Jesus/John shippers are out there pulling in the Apocryphon of John just because the opening is pretty poignant. And obviously John 13:23 with John leaning on Jesus' chest is tremendously good.

Peter:

For Peter, I feel like having the Synoptics backing up your ship will always give the superior claim to, uh, your ship being canon. But the full bit of Matt 26:33-35 kinda ruins my fun:

Peter replied, “Even if all fall away on account of you, I never will.” Truly I tell you, Jesus answered, “this very night, before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times.” But Peter declared, “Even if I have to die with you, I will never disown you.” And all the other disciples said the same.

All the other disciples chiming in makes it less special. And the fact that he does disown Jesus is a bit... :(

I think my problem is that Peter gives me Kronk energy by running about hopping out of boats and swinging his sword about. It's giving "Peter, dumb as a rock". But I'd be lying if that didn't make for good material.

Tangentially: I'm also in the camp that The Secret Gospel of Mark was a forgery (it's too damn convenient to find an intensely controversial "gay gospel" and then whoops! we lose the gospel à la Joseph Smith's golden tablets) but I respect Morton Smith for giving us this:

“The youth, looking upon [Jesus], loved him and began to beseech him that he might be with him,” it read. “And after six days Jesus told him what to do and in the evening the youth comes to him, wearing a linen cloth over his naked body. And he remained with him that night, for Jesus taught him the mystery of the kingdom of God.”

If only he'd had access to AO3...

jesus/judas isn't even the best jesus yaoi. the betrayal kiss is a powerful symbol for sure and judas killing himself after jesus' crucifixion is of course hugely significant (see: jesus christ superstar). but in biblical canon there is literally a disciple described as jesus' most beloved. his favourite disciple. his philtatos, for the song of achilles girlies. he was the last disciple to die, he leans his head on jesus' shoulder at the last supper (and some scholars believe he was the only one jesus told of the nature of judas' betrayal). and lest we forget peter, who also betrayed/rejected jesus after swearing his eternal love for him, threatened to kill and die for him, was all like "i'll follow you anywhere" and "i'll be with you forever". straight up tried to walk on water for jesus. He was crazy. it was yaoi central in there

[sazablog]

---

(Verse 1)

(Ehehehehehehehehehe....)

(How are uuuuuu....)

(Fine...)

So look to the line

Arent everyone goin' to die

Are they?

But why dont you wait for me to take you all?

I build it so no one can break the wall

I'm the best,

Divin' into depths(Tssssssss...)

(Verse 2)

Let me lead you forward

We're going to be stronger

Don't mind if I do a mistake

Just do the mission you get and never forget:

There is nothing to regret and no need to fret (Dont let me go..)

(Verse 3)

Позвольте мне сделать вас лучшим

I'm the one who hunts the victim (Aaaauuuuuuuuuu....)

Can't you take me for a walk

I'm gonna say you something you cannot stalk

This is the way we follow in the crisis

You should do something for your sis'

(Verse 4)

Who is a ghost or a shadow

Maybe you shouldn't open the window

Please hold on for a play

It's a nice time to lay

Don't gotta say a lie

Or else someone's gonna die

(Verse 5)

You researched the depths of my brain

But just find a villain

There's no way out of there

So you are going, but where? (Stop tryin')

(Verse 6)

Just stop flyin'

So many of them are fleein'

But there is little one and she is missin'

I got her and my life is riskin'

Don't mind I'm gonna fix all your feelin'

So easy you gotta relaxin'

Grace is the way I use when I'm racin'

(Verse 7)

İ'm the one who stand when the curtains close while everyone kneel

There is a lot of thing but laziness feelin' i feel

No worries,got ladies and just watch all 'em

Cuz one can surpass me

İm just layin' and you are the who struggle for 'em

Playin' for others is a mistake

You're gonna learn when you get this fake

Cuz you're just a rookie

While İ be your master in the end.

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Chorus:

I’m, I’m no one

Just the hidden n' priceless one

I’m begging you:

Don’t feel nervous cuz I’m not jealous

But don’t tryna fake me or else maybe can give its last breath

Haha, it’s just a joke

I just wanna look (Don’t look)

Please say your thoughts about my first song try.Thanks already!

[tinandabin]

Sagau but the reader is the ACTUAL creator pt4.

Pt 3 Pt5

y'all, im thinking of an official name for this series. I feel like thorny love sounds sweet? what do u think? lmk plesae.

____

The last few days have been peaceful and quiet. You did your best filling out documents since Seraphina refuses to cut you off some slack; Revelyn enjoys simply being in your company. She's a rather timid person, you have to say. "Now then dear, what would you say going to Inazuma?" You asked Revelyn and smiled at her.

"I'm okay with going anywhere, as long as you are with me." Revelyn replied rather quickly, almost like her attention was on you the whole time. The last part was muttered quietly, but it didn't go unheard by you.

You chuckled, "Fret not, I wouldn't dare leave you. But do you not think you should go back to the mortal realm? I'm quite sure it is rather boring here." You have been insisting for some time that Revelyn returns to the mortal realm, it is unusual for the creator to favour someone more, not to add so blatantly!

Of course, whenever you brought up this topic Revelyn always looked so alarmed. You aren't going to abandon here after all this time, are you? "Um.. Everyone probably hates me.. I feel rather unsafe there. Please let me stay with you.." She said, she has used this excuse for the seventh time.

You sighed for the umpteenth time. Really, you can't keep fancying one of your devotee over the others. That would be sure to put a blemish on your dear acolyte's faith. You wouldn't wish that, ever.

"Do not put so less faith in my acolytes; I am sure they would welcome you with open arms." Right, you gotta keep insisting and assuring her, at the same time. Of course, you don't want her to feel unwanted in any sense, but still. You can't keep babysitting a mortal. That's what the Archons are for.

Tears welled up in Revelyn's eyes. She was sure this would stir some emotions and guilt out of you. Right? It always worked. It has to work now also. You wouldn't dare to leave one of your favourite devotee, would you?

But no worries, because, you my pal, are the master at setting boundaries when needed.

"Call me cold, if you must Revelyn. However, I cannot keep you here any longer. You are a mortal; I am The Creator. You ought to live in the mortal realm." You said, hardly amused by her antics. You have dealt with numerous different mortals. Revelyn was no exception.

"B-But, Your Grace. Please. I beg of you. They will harm me." Her voice started wavering and you were sure in no time she would be a sobbing mess. This was how it always ended whenever you brought up the topic of her leaving. Her crying and you consoling her. It was rather stressful.

"They will not. I assure you." And with those words came a full-on sobbing session. Of course, you wouldn't let that deter you. This is harsh of you, but you have to be harsh sometimes.

"Can-Can we at least go to Inazuma together? Please..?" She whispered in a delicate voice. Just a few more moments with you is what she asks for.

"Hm. Yes. I will leave you be in Inazuma too. Alright." You left before she could reply. Man, you were thankful that Revelyn is finally off to the mortal realm. No offense to her, but it does get annoying dealing with her. Because whenever you are with her, you can't help but feel that she has a sinister aura. Not in the sense of her attempting to assassinate you or something; just something far more you can comprehend.

______

"The Divine Creator steps foot into Inazuma! Inform the Almighty Raiden Shogun at once! Hasten now! We must prepare a room for the Creator! It must be of the most extravagant tastes with the most lavish bedsheets!" The one in charge kept barking demands and blabbering on about how luxurious your room should be. You had barely set afoot into Inazuma and you had already been adorned in jewels. It was sure tiring you supposed. You had come only to visit Yae Miko & Ei, dropping Revelyn here in the process.

Revelyn couldn't help but cling a little closer to you now. Whether it be by clasping onto your dress or holding your hand. You didn't mind, not at all. Of course, a few people threw some nasty looks at Revelyn, but other than that things were dandy. You were sure the news of your arrival would reach the other Archons fast. Ah, you couldn't help but adore your little creations. Weren't they just so adorable? Begging for your attention like some kind of puppies. You favoured the Archons above all; that was clear as day. The thought made Revelyn scowl with jealousy.

Revelyn is sure that you think of her as nothing but a mere mortal. You pity her weak form, don't you? Oh, if you really do pity her, please let her stay with you a bit longer. She will go to hell and beyond to spend another moment with you; the divine creator. She heard people sing praises of you. Not only in Teyvat, but far away from Teyvat. From worlds unknown to the people. She is an outlander and you are the divine one. People in her world talked about how ethereal the creator of Teyvat is; a prodigy. She wants to worship you. She wants to worship each part of your body. Will you let her? Please do so, she is but a weak frail mortal. Right?

Her thoughts shattered the moment she saw purple hair. Ah, the wicked witch is here, isn't she? To steal you away from her.

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[gojoshooter]

hey pretty, I was wondering how jjk characters would handle naughty kids?? tell me bout it!

wOAh that sounds interesting 🤔 here you go anon ♡

Dealing with the Brats: JJK men

Featuring : Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro

A/N : at this point my curse technique gotta be writing fluff bahaha anyway enjoy! ^-^ i wrote this with love

WARNINGS : babies, crying

Itadori Yuji :

yuji doesn’t exactly love taking care of children but he volunteered babysitting neighbours’ kids for money

usually kids like him & not really bother until one of them turns out to be the spawn of satan

okay not that he gets his ass handed by them but he can’t bring himself to scold or even be stern??

he knows he has the advantage with all those muscles & speed but that’s the reason

if he sees a kid climbing a potentially dangerous place he would just gently peel them off each time lol

it doesn’t come as a surprise that Yuji is good at distracting the restless ones or the crybabies

he has mastered that art

him impersonating different pokémons with his whole body is the cutest shit, & kids love it so much

if a child annoys the fuck outta him he’ll prolly scramble around googling tips

him holding like three kids in one arm as he pays you for the icecream with his other because they can't be trusted unattended

maybe you developed a small crush after watching that adorable scene

Megumi Fushiguro :

you might have convinced him with a good repay cus he’s never doing that in his right mind

megumi’s not actually that bad with kids as much as he thinks & things go smoothly (until)

the kids ask him to take one of the divine dogs out for fun & he won’t budge

"what makes you think i’d do something like that" >:0

if the kid turns out to be brattier than he initially thought & is about to cry he’d panic maybe contemplate to run

but he would settle for calling Itadori & ask what to do because "he’s good at cooking, might be good at handling kids"

i think Yuji’d just come over with a silly cute trick to rescue like bringing the two little curses he used on Junpie siksijisfjlk

we know Megumi would lowkey love him for that

IMAGINE HIM MAKING FUNNY FACES TO STOP THE CRYING SNOTTY KID

he’s trying don’t laugh

he can definitely be a little ferm when they don’t listen

megumi wouldn’t say it but he prefers you besides him for a hand in handling them

Gojo Satoru :

good luck to the kids who volunteered to handle this brat

he annoyingly gets along with them too easily

i think he can handle the naughty dwarfs the best?? he has all the tools necessary in his arsenal

first of all he won’t use his abilities unless it’s a really naughty kid like a nasty kid, a menace

he would turn on his infinity so he can deal with them efficiently without the kid resisting him

hey hey in his defence—the naughtier the kid, the naughtier the method

he’s far better in indulging the children than any other care taker you hired, with his sweet but ferm tone that made kids putty in his watch

hide & seeks are fun and hell with him at the same time because kids don't know he can teleport....

"come on, who’s going to be my good little baby today?~ get in line for a kiss~"

has so much advantage with that height, kids know they can’t outsmart him and run around

if there’s this really really naughty one that snapped his last straw he’d just start intimidating them and it’d be the funniest shit

like tracks the kid with his big but slow steps staring down with crystal eyes borring into the little one as they try to run away pffftt

teen gojo was meaner by the way

"tsk... stop crying or i'm taking all the treats your mommy left, you nuisance"

turning on his infinity for the whole day in the name of babysitting

Toji Fushiguro :

ultimate Brat Tamer™

he doesn’t think he fits any job dealing with kids but anything for money i guess

toji has kids at home so atleast he knows to be as gentle as a feather

his first impression on kids always entertains him

like they’d see him walk in & he watches the kids go pleading their moms trying to convince they can be 'good boys' or 'good girls' without a babysitter

you know toji is bit of an evil man so he loves ordering the kids around

"kid, bring me a glass of water?" knowing full well that dwarf of a child can’t reach the counter but the poor kid toddles, staggering a little on short legs to the kitchen anyway

puts them on his stomach as he decides to turn on the tv, securing the sides with his big arms & that’s the way you handle a child thank you

has learnt a few magic tricks and a smile may sneak up on his scarred lips when the toddler gasps in aw

toji doesn’t hesitate to be stern (he has the dilf rights) so kids don’t risk to bother him in the first place

he doesn’t know why but they love his embrace??? some brat said it’s cus his boobs are comfy but that didn’t light any bulb in his noggin

sees the kid hide a handful of toffies behind them and he’s like "cut it out, kid. you don’ want your teeth all rotten, do ya? hand them like a man.." (💀💀💀)

A/N : a’ighttt wrapping it up! i hope you enjoyed this, until next time! —♡

Tags : @luckimoon @maybekoya @nanamikentoseyebags @already-rice @already-rice

[fwoosheye]

OP don't hide this gem in the tags!

Like that would've been so cool. Sure Mineru's was cool too, though a bit annoying because it was hard to control, but it's not the same (also I thought it was gonna turn out Purah was the reincarnation of Mineru since they look somewhat similar but apparently not. Still gonna stick to the hc that she is her descendant though). The Depths are big, they could've hidden another even more secret temple there. Somewhere beneath Kakariko Abandoned Mine perhaps. Yesterday I saw a clip where two guys tried to bring Beedle and a Korok with them into the Depths, but they despawned at the map shift, but imagine if you get to escort Josha down but where she would've despawned you get a ancient-sage-connecting-cutscene instead that hints about where to escort her. And it turns out it was a sage neither Rauru or Ganondorf knew about or something. Or there was an extra sage all along. Or, it was a more recent sage: from the first Calamity (which from my understanding was after the one Rauru, Mineru and Zelda was in considering it Impa’s tapesty shows a Princess with long hair, the Hero that the hero's aspect os based on (whichin turn looks like a zonai-hylian-hubrid imo), and the Master Sword. Plus a fuckton of Guardians and the Divine Beasts that likely were built using knowledge from the constructs. The Sheikah Slate might've even been inspired by the Purah Pad, in a true Zelda time paradox fashion. Anyway I gotta stop this now before I end up with the urge to start another wip lol

complaining about the dumb adults that won't let them play in the mines

(link, this is your cue to be the irresponsible uncle to another white-haired wunderkind and take that child on a field trip to the unfathomable abyss)

[fioreofthemarch]

Finding Her - a field log

Link makes notes, takes photos and keeps time on his quest across Hyrule, in the hopes of finding Zelda and staying sane until he does. [ Next | AO3 ]

Booting... Booting... The current date is: 999999–!!! Error: Memory exceeded !!! Please select calendar convention for date calibration.

> New Hylian Calendar

NHC convention selected. Calibrating… The current date is: 104 AC (After Calamity). 5th month, 12th day. This time of year is commonly known in Hylian nomenclature as Spring's End. Save settings?

> Yes

Date confirmed.

* Welcome to the Purah Pad *

The Purah Pad is a state-of-the-art, fully portable adventure-class Sheikah Slate. The Purah Pad can be used to:

View far-away objects using the Scope

Take photographic images

View maps and current location (requires Sky View data)

Teleport instantaneously to travel gates registered to the Purah Pad

Record materials, creatures, monsters, and other objects found in Hyrule

Log activities and requests received from fellow travelers

Take additional field notes, as required

The Purah Pad is currently in development. We are not accepting feedback at this time.

Please direct any complaints to Symin at Hateno Village Research Laboratory.

Log date 09:55. 5th month 12th day 104AC Location: Great Sky Island. Weather: Mild. Clear skies.

Arm hurts, really hurts. In a bad way. Master Sword is damaged, or worse. What the hell happened down there?

It's bright here, gotta be high up in the sky. Were there always islands here?

A green construct-type person (like Guardians but with a face?) had this Purah Pad. Looks in OK condition. Zelda would know more. No sign of her. Apparently she's nearby, in a temple.

Not sure how many logs to make. Normally Zelda’s thing. I’m used to her being here. Used to the sound of her voice. Will just take notes until she’s back. Not sure how, but will find her.

Have to find her.

Log is accompanied by a picture of a Zonai Steward Construct. Its large, see-saw head is angled slightly to the side, as if perplexed.

Caption: He seems friendly.

Log date 12:30. 5th month, 13th day 104 AC Location: Ukouh Shrine Weather: Mild. Partly cloudy.

A lot has happened. Arm still hurts, whole body hurts. Rauru (source of arm) has been helpful. Not sure if he's trustworthy but no choice. Have to find Zelda, no matter what.

There are Shrines here on this sky island - deja vu. Seem older than the Sheikah Shrines though.

This arm and its powers are something else. Made a raft with fans. Put them on the wrong way, fell off the raft. Tried again a few times until it worked. Repeat.

Two more Shrines left, maybe next time Rauru will give me the power to summon a hot meal. Click of the fingers and snap: fried eggs. But probably not.

A photograph of some roasted mushrooms beside a fire, slightly charred, as a Zonai Steward Construct looks on.

Caption: These will do for now.

---

Log date: 16:30. 5th month, 14th day 104 AC Location: In-Isa shrine Weather: Mild. Partly cloudy.

Stopping to catch my breath. Going to sit by this Shrine a while.

Got this Fuse ability. Feels good to have a sword even if it's made from a tree branch and bits of dead robot.

Sword arm is not what it used to be. Reflexes slower too. Can feel the gloom under my skin. Fought a Captain Construct, got hit one too many times. Some bad bad bruises but the Light of Blessing healed them up quick. Mostly pride hurt now.

Back to the Temple of Time tomorrow. Zelda’s not far, can feel it.

A photograph of a fused rock-hammer weapon, resting against the weathered structure of a Shrine of Light.

Caption: Using a rock to break rocks!

---

Log date: 20:55 5th month, 14th day 104 AC Location: Temple of Time Weather: Cool. Clear skies.

It doesn't make sense. She was here, and then she wasn't. In the Temple of Time. Or her spirit? A memory? An echo? That's what Rauru called it. Said it was Zelda's sheer will, but how can he know? He won't even say who he is.

She looked so different. She looked.. divine. And then she gave me something. I can feel the name of it on the wind - Recall

She’s gone. But where? What happened to her?

Gonna leave this place tomorrow, just need to find that last Shrine. The fire's burning low but the nights here are short. There's something up above, the Purah Pad compendium calls it a Light Dragon. Currently watching it swim circles in the air til sleep comes, and then will see what tomorrow brings.

Zelda’s out there somewhere. Gotta find her, and put everything right. Don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t. Hope wherever she is, it’s warmer than here.

A photograph taken from below of a golden dragon, floating peacefully through the air.

Caption: How's the weather up there?

[bi-disaster-yn]

Take on Me

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve busts a move to his favourite song to a very impressed audience including his boyfriend and girlfriend.

A/N: I physically cannot listen to this song without picturing Steve singing/dancing to it like a big dork. It’s my personal headcanon that this is his favourite song.

The thing about Steve Harrington is that he never really knows that he is good at something until it is thrust upon him.

If he hadn’t been forced into situations where he had to babysit, fight monsters, escape Russians, or take on a leadership role then the world simply would never have known just how good he was at all of those things. It’s not like he would have volunteered to do any of them. Except, being in a relationship with you and Eddie. He certainly was not forced into that, but it was not something that he ever anticipated he’d be very good at all the same.

Hence, when Robin proposed a ‘Fuck Vecna Party’, where the group all sat round and jammed out to the songs that would save them from Vecna’s curse; Steve didn’t exactly sign up to show his song off first.

On the other hand, Eddie was a natural performer.

This party was the type of environment that he thrived in. In fact, he didn’t even bring a tape. He went all out by bringing his electric guitar and an amp so he could give you all a performance of Master of Puppets that only Dustin had the benefit of viewing during the battle with Vecna.

So, there you all were, in Steve’s garden while Eddie gave a stadium-level concert performance. You sat on a sun lounger with your back against Steve’s chest as he ran his fingertips soothingly up and down your arm, both cheering Eddie on.

Maybe it was the domineering stance that Eddie held while he played or maybe it was the fact that he executed the guitar solo perfectly, but everything about him when he performed exuded confidence.

It was something Steve had always admired about his boyfriend. Eddie had every right to be self-assured when doing what he loved like playing music or constructing campaigns for D&D. However, it did strike him that you might begin to wish that Steve could be more like that too.

When Eddie’s solo was over, he was met with a grand applause from everyone around him. He took a dramatic bow, stretching his arms out wide at each side. Looking up, he was met with yours and Steve’s eyes of adoration to which he responded with a wink. It was like having his own personal groupies.

“Okay, Stevie,” Eddie smiled flirtatiously. “You’re up, big boy. Show us what you’ve got… not too much though, save that for me and our girl for later.” He winked at you and you playfully rolled your eyes, pretending to be completely unimpressed but loving every second of it.

Steve let out a sigh and immediately sunk further into the lounger. You could feel the reluctance that consumed his body as though he was hoping that the ground would swallow him whole.

“Surely, it’s gotta be someone else’s turn.” Steve offered nervously, looking round at everyone as he sent out a divine appeal to them to take his place. He had hosted the party, the least one of his guests could do was take the fall for him in this silly charade.

“No,” you giggled, having already had quite a lot to drink. “It’s definitely your turn, the rest of us have already shown ours.”

Steve took a painful sounding gulp and slowly manoeuvred himself from behind you off the sun lounger. Eddie quickly took his place, snaking his arms round your waist and pulling you close to his chest with a “c’mere, sweetheart.”

Steve’s palms were clammy as he wiped them down his jeans. He approached Robin who was guarding the tapes and the boombox and it was confirmed that you were right, it was only his tape left.

Sighing, he picked up the copy of A-Ha’s Take On Me and handed it to Robin to set up. He closed his eyes and tried to remember Eddie’s ramblings about how he usually pictures his audience naked to shake the nerves. Although Steve was sure that if he pictured you and Eddie naked then he’d probably get very hard and that would make this whole humiliating ordeal ten times worse.

Suddenly, he felt familiar hands cup his face and a chaste kiss was pressed upon his lips. When he opened his eyes, it was you standing in front of him in your inspiring angelic glory.

“Just dance to it the way you dance when you think you’re home alone.” You advised a now blushing Steve who was bashful after receiving a kiss.

“Oh, and don’t do what Eddie does and picture people naked. He’s just a bit of a perv like that.” You giggled, giving him another kiss on the cheek and made your way back over to Eddie.

It was in that moment that Steve realised that you didn’t need him to be like Eddie. You already had one of him, you didn’t need another. You needed Steve the hero, the babysitter, the sweetheart. All of the things he had come to be good at by happenstance rather than Eddie who was good at things because he regularly threw caution to the wind.

The realisation gave Steve a new lease of life. When Robin asked if he was ready, he responded with finger guns and took his spot at the makeshift stage next to the pool.

As soon as that catchy beat started, Steve lost all of his inhibitions. His foot tapped in time with the music and he extended his arm to point round at everyone, putting his free hand on his hip in true Steve Harrington fashion.

“We’re talking away. I, no, I don’t know what I’m to say. I’ll say it anyway.” Steve started to sing and everyone was taken aback by the vigour he put into the song.

Sure, his tone was pitchy but so was everyone else’s at that party. He kicked his heel fervently off the ground as he stood rooted in his spot, closing his eyes to block out his audience and continue with his performance.

“Today is another day to find you. Shying away. Oh, I’ll be coming for your love, okay?”

No one was cheering as loud as you and Eddie were, quickly getting up from the sun lounger to give your boyfriend a standing ovation. Eddie cupped his hands against his mouth and roared in encouragement. Next to him, you danced along to the music so Steve didn’t have to do this on his own.

Watching the two of you support him sent another shot of confidence through Steve. He balled his fist to create the charade of holding a microphone and sang even louder into it.

“Take on me, take on me. Take me on, take on me. I’ll be gone. In a day or two.”

At this, Steve was fully invested in the song as he moved in tandem with it, throwing his limbs around while still holding the invisible microphone. You had been right; the key was to dance to it like no one was watching. When he believed himself to be home alone, the way he danced to this song required the same energy of that of a cardio workout which he channelled into this display.

That was the thing, this song inspired something in him. It occurred to him that there was something quite profound about this song (which he can do a killer rendition of in the shower) that could save him from the evil that was Vecna.

“So needless to say, I’m odds and ends. But I’ll be stumbling away. Slowly learning that life is okay. Say after me. Oh, it’s no better to be safe than sorry.”

There was no stopping him now as he moved from his one spot on the floor to jump on a sun lounger to elevate his performance to the next level.

“Take on me, take on me. Take me on, take on me. I’ll be gone. In a day or twooooooooooooo!”

Eddie took off his t-shirt and raised it to swing it above his head as he screamed out a “yes!”, watching his boyfriend go. You raised your own hands above your head and hollered as if you were seeing A-Ha in concert. To be honest, watching Steve like this was better.

Everyone else got on their feet in support of Steve, unlike they had done for anyone else who had performed that night. Dustin looked up at Steve in complete awe which earned a ruffle through his curls from Eddie, who then proceeded to get his lighter up and hold it up and sing along. Eddie wasn’t one for popular music but he loved this song because of the cheerful look it inspired on Steve’s face whenever it was played. Hence, the metalhead knew every single word.

Steve’s dancing was uncoordinated but fun as he continued to sing, stomping his feet off the sun lounger with so much ferocity it almost broke. As soon as he reached the line “I’ll be coming for you anyway,” he jumped off the lounger and grabbed your hands to pull you into a dance with him.

Laughing, you threw your head back and let Steve shimmy the both of you with whatever rhythm he could muster. Still singing, he looked at your kind and smiling face which was all of the encouragement he needed to finish the song.

Both of you locked eye contact and you finished off the song together. He took your hand and spun you around a few times before your arms found their way round his neck. He planted his hands on your waist as you two-stepped from side to side.

“Take on me, take on me. Take me on, take on me.”

As the tape came to a stop, Steve was met with uproarious applause from his friends. Hands patted him on the shoulder or clapped in gratitude for his fun and sweet performance.

Steve smiled sheepishly, surprised at himself for being able to pull this off but still keeping his shoulders pushed back with a newfound confidence. Eddie rushed over to greet you both, grabbing Steve’s face in his hands and kissing all over his face.

“Are you kidding me?! Stevie, that was so metal!” Eddie exclaimed excitedly, putting his arms around the two of you while yours were still wrapped around Steve’s neck.

“He’s right,” you agreed with a big grin and reached up to kiss him. “I’m so proud of you.”

Steve modestly shrugged his shoulders; “What can I say? It’s a great song…and I have some great fans.”

Eddie kissed the crown of both of your heads and gave you both a squeeze, relishing in the feeling of having you both tucked into his chest.

“We’ll always be your fans, Steve.” Eddie asserted. “Always.” You agreed, smiling at your two very different boys who you couldn’t love more.

[monocaelia]

so this is love . . .

with their hand in yours and the other on your waist, the intimacy of dance brings your love to a beautiful blossom. so this is what makes life divine.

feat. childe, diluc, kaeya, thoma.

genre : fluff. drabbles.

warnings : drinking in kaeyas! but neither you or kaeya are drunk <:

note : a little something short cause my week has been rough and i wanna dance with childe to cheer me up. huhu, anyways. i gotta go back to focusing on school @_@

❀ CHILDE

"what?! i'm not going to dance with you in front of all those people, tartaglia," you protest against your partner's request. said partner huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. it's hard to see his expression clearly through the ornamented mask that rests on his nose, but childe is very clearly getting frustrated with you.

you didn't know how you got into this position. you were supposed to be attending a formal party in fontaine and receive information on the whereabouts of the hydro archon's gnosis. you had believed you were on this mission alone, but your heart dropped out of your behind and onto the floor seeing the familiar tufts of orange that belonged to your superior. tartaglia, eleventh of the fatui harbingers, was not supposed to be here and he definitely was not supposed to be assigned your partner for this mission either.

childe's gloved fingers pinch his nose bridge and his eyes close in contemplation. "look, we're both supposed to gain information about the location of the gnosis and we won't be able to achieve that if we're the only couple not dancing." he opens his eyes, cerulean filled with frustration directed at you. "i don't want to do this either, now come on."

begrudgingly, you let your ginger companion lead you to the dance floor. you pray to the archons above that no one is truly able to recognize you through the delicate mask on your face.

the chandelier above shines brilliantly, lighting up the entire floor with its warm lighting. however, as soon as childe's hand rests at your side and your hand is encased firmly in his other hand, it's like the entire room had fallen silent and only you and he remained on the dance floor.

his touch is surprisingly gentle, not something you would expect from a harbinger, and he moves with ease and confidence, guiding you seamlessly to the sway of the music.

"look at me. if you keep staring at our feet, you're going to make it obvious you're a newbie here." although he's instructing you, the timbre of his voice is tender and close to your ear.

but you do as he says, meeting his gaze. the ocean stares back at you. usually, they're filled endless waters void of any light and stormy waves, but tonight the water is calm, a vague twinkle from the chandeliers above reflected in them.

"i never knew you could dance, master childe." a playful comment in hopes of easing the atmosphere.

he exhales, his breath dancing on your skin. "what, you think i'm only good at combat? that's a low blow."

"well, it's not my fault. you're always boasting about how you're best used as a weapon, how can i not think the same?" you raise an eyebrow, silently challenging him to continue the little banter going on between the two of you.

you were half thinking he wasn't going to actually do anything, but life is always full of surprises. the breath is stolen from you when you're tugged even closer to the harbinger, if that was even possible. your chest presses up against his and his face leans in closer to yours, noses brushing. you pray to the archons above that childe doesn't feel the heat radiating from your face.

his hands drop to your waist, squeezing you gently before lifting you up in the air. the music swells around you as you're spun around and you can hear gasps from the audience around the dance floor. you're placed gently back onto the floor again, only to be swept away as childe continues leading you to the beat of the music.

as the waltz slows down to a close and the final cadence begins to diminish into the silence of the ball room, you're pulled flush into your superior's chest once more. his breath mingles with yours, eyes never leaving yours.

after a moment of silence, his lips quirk up into a smug smile. he knows he has flustered you from the way your eyes are wide in shock and how there are a lack of words to jab at him at this very moment. the harbinger lets out a small chuckle, resting his forehead on yours.

"how about now? still don't think i can dance, or shall we continue this elsewhere, comrade?"

❀ DILUC

diluc isn't one to dance. although dancing and attending formal events is essential for someone of his status, it wasn't like he necessarily enjoyed frivolous things like that. and he especially never enjoyed it when flocks of people would surround him hoping for at least one dance with the heir of dawn winery.

in his own words, he would rather be crushed by a meteorite than be swept up by other people's requests to try and seduce him on the dance floor.

"oh, sweet master diluc, may i please have this dance?" your voice is in a mocking tone, meant to mimic the pompous rich folk that often asked the young master to engage in ballroom dancing. you bow deeply before lifting your head and grinning from ear to ear.

diluc rolls his eyes, bring his fingers up to flick your forehead. "knock it off, you're not being funny right now."

you whine, standing up fully and holding your injured forehead behind your hand. your lip juts out in a pout and you muster the best set of puppy dog eyes you could. "i was just joking. you didn't need to hurt me like that."

the young master gives you a deadpan look. "besides! what's so bad about having to dance with the rich folk? i would love to spend the night waltzing around the dance floor in fancy clothes with a handsome gentleman. and then after a couple dances, we'd go out into the courtyard and stare at the moon together and maybe hold hands and then we'd lean closer together and maybe ki-"

"alright, that's enough. i don't need to hear your fantasies."

you pout again, but it quickly melts into an eager smile when you think of something. something that diluc wouldn't quite like. "hey! how about you be my dance partner the next time you need to go to one of those formal events? you wouldn't have to dance with someone so stuffy and i would get to fulfill my dream of actually getting to attend one."

"and how would i do that?" diluc raises an eyebrow at you, confusion evident on his usually grumpy face.

truly, you always surprise him. it's not often that the young master meets someone like you, someone who constantly shines like the sun despite accompanying the solemn moon of mondstadt. he doesn't know why he's so... patient with you. usually, with people as outgoing as you are, he would have five migraines occurring at the same time just being in the same vicinity as them (examples include venti).

perhaps it's the way you're always glowing, regardless of if it's underneath the warm rays of the sun or the luminous glow from the moon. your smile, so sweet and pure, never ceases to stir up the feelings in his chest and your laughter intoxicates him. he wishes he could hear it forever and ever.

firm hands wrap around his wrists and diluc finds himself dragged into the middle of the room. your hands guide one of his to your waist while the other is grasped with one of yours. he's stunned, shocked really, at your straightforwardness, but more so at how close he is to your body. your chests are nearly touching one another and diluc prays to the barbatos that's probably drunk in his tavern that you do not look up in fear of witnessing his cheeks burn a scarlet hue.

"like this!" you chirp in delight, squeezing the hand that holds his. "of course, there'd be music playing and we'd sway to the beat. your hand on my waist and then we'd finally look into each other's eyes..."

your voice trails off when you decide to finally fix your gaze on him. not only do you notice the carmine that dusts his cheeks in a heavy blush, but you're more than aware of the proximity you've subjected him to.

it's not until then that you realize that your friend may not be comfortable with this.

"i-i'm sorry. i didn't realize the position i put us in. i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, diluc," you stutter, pulling away from his arms and distancing yourself from the young master.

however, one of his gloved hands remain in yours, softly tugging you back before you could get too far. the blush persists on his cheeks but it seems to have calmed down, and his brows furrow in an expression you can't read. your eyes follow his lips as they open and close, trying to find the words to say.

"...please. dance with me."

and so you do. gently placing your hand in his, diluc pulls you back into his arms and, together, you sway to your gentle heartbeats in the moonlight.

❀ KAEYA

unfortunately for the young master of the winery, angel's share was particularly lively this evening. you weren't even quite sure if you knew the reason yourself, but the laughter and chatter inside was chipper and the music was boisterous and cheerful. everyone, regardless of if you were part of the celebrating party or not, was having a wonderful time laughing amongst themselves or dancing to the swing of the music.

you lean against the wall of the tavern, hidden behind the shadows with a drink in your hand. parties like this were always fun to experience, but you aren't much of a party person and prefer to sit back and enjoy your drink in solitude.

besides, the party is lively enough as it is. there's no need for you to join in.

but unbeknownst to you, the mischievous glimmer of a crystal eye takes quick notice of your lone figure and he stalks towards you.

"and what's a pretty one like you standing alone in a party like this?" kaeya hums as he approaches you. there's a sneaky smile that lingers on his lips. he's up to something... but you're not quite sure what yet.

"i could say the same about you captain. the party's over there, not here," you reply, bringing your drink to your lips and taking a sip.

"which is exactly why i'm here, [name]. tonight is a night worth celebrating, won't you join me for a dance?" his voice is low, velvet in your ears as if enticing you to accept his offer.

you hesitate, glancing to the side to avoid his gaze. being the center of attention really isn't your strongest point, but a gentle brush of a hand against your own brings your eyes back to the calvary captain.

"don't worry, you'll hardly realize their stares if you're with me." kaeya squeezes your hand in reassurance and his lips curl into an even bigger cheshire grin.

that alone should have made you pull your hand away and decline his offer. but perhaps it was the alcohol burning in your system that gave you the courage to accept his request.

before you know it, you're swept into the middle of the tavern where most of the commotion was happening. to you, everything was a blur of colors and laughter, a dizzying experience and you almost pull your hand away so you could go back to your secluded corner.

but a whisper of your name brings you to reality and you meet kaeya's gaze. the corner of his eye crinkles when you look to him while his hand finds its way to your waist, tugging you towards his body.

"careful now, the fun is just about to begin."

the music swells and picks up the pace in a rapid accelerando while the audience cheers at the climax of the song. the people clap along to the beat as others swing their partners in a dizzying dance.

despite it all, your eyes focus on the man in front of you. he's smiling, laughing as he twirls you out and into his arms to the rhythm of the music. you would have expected to be seeing stars by now from the amount of times kaeya has twirled you, thrown you up into the air, and swung you around with your arm linked with his, but all you can see is kaeya.

as the people cheer you on and the lights around you swirl into a blurring mess, you can't help the smile from growing on your own face. you're laughing by the time kaeya spins you around and your heart soars feeling his chest press against your back.

"there it is, have i ever told you that your smile brightens the whole room?" his breath is hot beside your ear, but you don't have any time to react before you're twirled again.

the musicians end the dance with a powerful chord, leaving you and kaeya breathless as you stand chest to chest at the grand finale.

for a moment, it felt like it was only you and kaeya alone in the tavern. your gaze never leaves his and your heart lurches when the captain quickly glances down at your lips.

you could have sworn he leaned down to bring himself closer to you, but your moment is quickly interrupted by the roar of cheer and applause from the audience in honor of the musicians before the music picks up again and everyone resumes their activities.

"fancy joining me for another dance?" kaeya asks, not pulling away from you just yet.

you smile, features lighting up significantly at his offer.

"why not? the night is still young, isn't it?"

❀ THOMA

gentle singing and the aroma of grilled salmon stirs the kamisato retainer up from his slumber. the room is filled with the warm glow of the rising sun and soothes the coolness thoma feels when he reaches over to bring you to his chest.

both eyes squint open when your side of the futon turns out to be empty and you're nowhere in sight.

it's rare for the retainer to get a day off, and he really wanted to savor this morning by sleeping in with you curled up in his arms. he never gets the chance to experience lazy mornings and now would have been the perfect time... only to have his other half missing from the equation.

eventually, thoma rubs the sleepiness out of his eyes as he crawls out of the comfort of the futon and shuffles towards the source of your singing and the smell of breakfast.

thoma is greeted by the sight of his favorite apron tied to your waist and your hands busy with preparing breakfast for yourself (and for him since there were two plates side by side and two slices of salmon grilling in the pan in front of you).

you're singing along to whatever song is stuck in your head, gently letting the melody drift from your tongue to thoma's ears.

slowly, he shuffles forward to wrap his arms around your waist as a silent greeting. he chuckles softly when you jump in surprise at his touch, not expecting him to be awake just yet.

"morning, love," thoma mumbles sleepily in your ear as he rests his forehead against your shoulder. "why didn't you wake me up to help you with breakfast?"

"because. you're always making breakfast for me so, why not give it a go this time?" you reply, gently jabbing the salmon in the pan so they wouldn't stick to the bottom. your free hand finds one of thoma's that were wrapped around your waist and holds it. "besides, today's your day off and i wanted to treat you."

thoma could nearly cry at your actions, but instead presses a soft kiss against your shoulder. "archons... i love you."

"i love you too, sleepyhead."

when he doesn't reply, your gentle singing fills the room again as you wait for the salmon to finish cooking. slowly, thoma sways the both of you to the beat of your song, smiling when your singing gets shaky from the light laughter that escapes your lips.

he hums along to the song you're singing, pulling you away from the stove briefly to spin you around and into his arms so he can press a gentle kiss on your lips before twirling you back out to tend back to the cooking food.

the small click of the stove turning off alerts the retainer that you've finished cooking and he begins to pull away from you. but you continue to hold his hand and place your other on the arm that remained curled around your waist.

"let's... let's stay here for a little while longer, dear."

with an airy chuckle and kiss pressed to your cheek, thoma remains behind you, swaying to the sweet song you're singing and savoring this moment with you.