#i love ougi....

[theouger]

i think the reason i overeat and stress eat chips at least some of the time has to do with wanting to have some control over when i feel nauseous

[lnbeep-art]

I remember an ask on my primary account that was like “do you prefer big kiss marks on tinies or little kiss marks on big characters” and now I raise you: why not both?

[ougi07734]

Hey!

[sinkableruby]

advice corner with ougi

[penultimate-step]

I'm so tempted to just reread all the owarimonogatari trilogy right now

[hellsvestibule]

I like that manga ougis eyes are just straight up blacked out like empty eye sockets. I love ougi…

[adhdvane]

new funny light team

lumi harp has stam on it and i haven't been able to get a lumi sword with stam to drop so the harp is better even tho i only need 5 harps

[tokimekiinversion]

i had this dream once, what i now consider to be my favorite dream

it was interesting bc i was in bed, in the exact position id be if i'd just woken up normally. it was the hours of the early morning, maybe like 4am-ish, and it was dark but there was enough light coming from outside to give the room a bit of a light blue tint, and the vibe had a very cozy, almost mystical feel to it.

and then ougi came to visit me!!!!!!!! in my house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! in my room!!!!!!!! yoo!!!!!!!!! she appeared very suddenly out of nowhere but said she was there the whole time (lying) (i did not correct her out of Politeness). she started snooping around my room and talking in vague ominous predictions about me in classic ougi fashion and then tried to get me to do something bad in also classic ougi fashion. but like, the really super cool thing about this dream was that i was SO STOKED to see ougi even in the throes of unconsciousness that all of my hype and excitement and love made me somewhat lucid and also immune to ougi's gaslighting. so she was like "come do this thing with me itll be fine" and i was just like "no :D" lmao. i was also vaguely not listening to her talking bc of aforementioned hype. so rude of me smh smh

but yeah i was like "nah i dont really wanna do this thing" which was troublesome for her bc thats why she came. so shes getting like progressively annoyed with me not cooperating lmao. she goes into the next room and i follow her and shes like, (about me not following her shady instructions) 「全然引き受けてないんですね」 and im like 「はい！(:D)」 (this part was in japanese. this dream was so crazy fr its almost unbelievable actually i dont even believe it happened. lol)

and then she started moping (LOL) (adorable...) about how much stuff she wanted to get done today but now she can't... (was she trying to guilt trip me? lol) and eventually was like, ok well ig ill go home and i was like NONONNONOOOO NOOO IM SORRY STAY PLEASE STAAAAY DONT GOOO LETS HANG OUT INSTEAD CMOON もっと遊ぼうよ and i guess this worked because we hung out very casually for a little bit while she was still sort of peeved with me and not sure what to make of me (and then jake from adventure time was there for a moment which was weird lol) and then i woke up shortly after

but its so cool how my dream didn't even make her out of character or anything. it was crazy it really felt like she came to visit me... 🖤🖤

...so when i woke up under my blankets with the darkness all around me and the slight light coming from outside and the soft pitter patter of raindrops audible and my ougi pillow in arms i felt so cozy and warm and happy and serene and loved in a way i don't think i'll be able to replicate for some time... it was such a precious experience

i feel like if thats not fitting to be called a "favorite dream" idk what is

[ladybyakuya]

| RACETRACK + SAKURA HARUKA.

+cw. — fem!reader, fluff, love & comfort, realization of love. | ft.tsubaki + bofurin first years.  inspo.

+wc. — 1k 

+syn.—  when the impromptu fashion show at Show Pub Ougi bar turned the trajectory of Sakura’s emotions towards you he could not help but chase it.

+notes. — this is for flufftober ‘fond moments’ event hosted by @spookuna. i sort of am proud of this piece so please give it a shot.  mdni cuz im eighteen plus blog. | redirect to blog navigation.

The evening has just sprouted. Sakura can hear the soft jingle of the door danglers as people start to turn up one by one. This is not his first time at Show Pub Ougi bar he can not seem to remember how many times exactly has it been; maybe Nirei can help. Sitting in a different Green room, more like a Stock room of different kinds of clothes and accessories his mind could not help but drift off to what was happening outside of this room. Besides, he can hear your giggles along with Tsubaki’s and Narita's voices. Why the walls are so thin? Nirei and Suo must be busy patrolling the surrounding streets along with others but he is here, sitting amongst rows of clothes trying to learn to “depend on others.” and “trust others to get the job done.” because he wants to yet keep spiraling now and then thinking about all the what not perilous possibilities out there like a worried mom. Maybe Nirei is just fine, after all, Suo is there with him. They must be having fun eating street foods while he is rotting away with you occupying his brain.

Sakura exhales a strong sigh and lets his eyes fall for a few seconds, finally leaving his seat to look around. While at it, his eyes fall on a pair of red shoes with sticks attached to the heel section. How do people walk wearing this again? He remembers the first time he noticed Tsubaki’s heels it almost scared his wits out thinking how flawlessly he could fight in those. What would it feel like to walk in those? Would those shoes fit him?

“Sakura, you haven’t got changed —?” Your voice trails off as his eyes fall on you while you stand near the entrance of the room. At first, his eyes dilate in surprise and then slowly move downwards till his eyes get stuck on your toes that had the same pair of shoes. He realizes he is staring when you pull the curtain to cover yourself with a “humph” pouting a little but it does little to cover your feet. 

“Yeah! I will change soon.” Sakura glances at the dress that he is supposed to wear which was selected by none other than Tsubaki himself.

“You don’t like the suit?” 

“No, I do. But I was wondering what shoes I’d wear. . .” You look at him with a little surprise in your eyes since he does not get too embarrassed asking you all this. Oh dear! Has no one told this boy yet? You branch out your index finger while your other hand lets go of the curtains saying, “Those. . .heels.” pointing at those sky-red pair of heels.

But as soon as this fact sinks in Sakura his jaw drops and he protests immediately, “But I can’t. . . “

“Why? Everyone else will be wearing it too.” Sakura’s shoulders relax again. He reconsiders. 

“Do I have to walk in those?”

You finally enter the room. “Of course. Walking is compulsory.” with each click of your heels, Sakura’s eyes follow you with rapt attention. “C’mon try it on.” You say extending your hand out, “I’ll help.”

It takes a few seconds for Sakura to put his hand in yours but those few seconds had spiraling thoughts like . . . will he fall? What if he falls and you laugh at him? What if he fails to wear those heels? — but he pushed all those thoughts aside because he did not want to miss the fun anymore. 

Sakura slowly slips one of his feet into the heel, then tries to stand to slip the other. He is shamelessly grabbing your hand while just standing there looking at you and then looking at his feet. He does it a few times before you softly speak not to shock him even though he looks adorable like this. “Try walking Sakura. I’ll keep holding your hand. Don’t worry.”

Even with heels, you are shorter than him and now he is in heels so as he slowly learns how to balance you find it a little challenging to balance his imbalance out. So, you come in front guiding his hand over your shoulders because if you guided them to your waist he would get too embarrassed to continue this. He is making good progress so far. “See! It’s nothing hard. I remember the first time I tried heels.”

“And—?”

“And I fell right on my face ‘cause there was no one to hold my hand. . . ” Sakura notices that by now one of his hands is at the back of your waist and the other is filling the gaps in your fingers as you walk backward while he follows almost reaching the exit of the room. Sakura does not stop but his steps sure become slower but time does not slow down. It never does even if he wanted to make it slower or stop for a while. “ . . . and my first heel was black. My uncle bought me one when Grandma . . . ”  Sakura is barely listening to you. You know that too yet you try to keep talking to keep his attention on to somewhere else. He can only hear his quickening breaths and feel his drumming heartbeats threatening to explode his chest open laced with a faint presence of your voice at the back of his mind.

It is surprising, even to him, how he has not felt embarrassed one bit all this while. Come to think of it, he has been feeling like this around you for a while now; as if he is sitting under a sakura tree looking at the setting sun while his skin feels tingly due to a cool breeze. Is this what it feels like to fall for someone? Like lying on the soft moss-green grass on a ho.t summer day under a tree trying to get used to the sun. 

By now, you are standing outside the room disentangled from him while he is standing inside the room, arms branching towards you as he is glimpsing at you with fascination in his eyes like he is watching the birth of a supernova. . . wait exactly when did all these feelings start to bloom?

[tojiscrack]

i’ve become so obsessed with your liar liar fic that i’ve started to gatekeep it and i get jealous when i see other readers also enjoying it HAHAHA. is that a bad thing? I WANT IT TO BLOW UP BECAUSE IT DESERVES TO BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WANNA KEEP IT TO MYSELFFFFFF.

it’s literally so underrated & so funny and well written. the way u write the characters is so funny to me, i love it because they’re canon compliant but also canon divergent at the same time? they basically have the same exact personality except if they were good (i.e. toji being selfish asl but not to the point where he’d kill people, or gojo and toji’s rivalry but it isn’t to the point where they’d kill each other, ougi being a strict ‘bad’ father but a not-so-evil version of that?). this is gege’s worst nightmare and after everything that’s happened in the manga, it’s my comfort fic.

I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO FIND IT BUT AT THE SAME TIME I DOOO. as an og reader, i wanna keep this gem to myself. I HAVENT EVEN TOLD ANY OF MY IRL FRIENDS ABT THIS FIC AND IM DYING TO.

i’m sorry for the late response, i still have multiple exams i’m studying for and school life’s just been extremely hectic so i didn’t get a chance to sit down and write up a response, but i read this a day after you sent it and i’ve got the time to reply!

the gatekeeping aspect… as the author-part of me that wants more people to read it, i’m like, well that’s effective for the growth 😭, but as the author-part of me that gets excited with comments like this, i understand the appreciation you must have for this story if you felt the need to GATE-KEEP It 😭❤️❤️ PLS IDK WHETHER TO CRY OR LAUGH HAHAHA ILY

the whole canon compliancy + divergency thing is exactly what i was going for, and i’m ECSTATIC that you’ve noticed it 🥹 i was trying to go for this completely new universe, like a parallel to the canon-verse where everyone’s just happy and dandy and we get a family vibe, yk? best way to do that was to take ogi, completely strip him of his evil-ness, or take toji and give him his wife so he won’t go on a killing spree, or to grab geto and slap some sense into him about why g*nocide is wrong, etc etc, and turn them into (at least) half decent human beings 😭

SOMEONE FROM AO3 ALSO SAID IT’S GEGE’S WORST NIGHTMARE AND I CAN’T HELP BUT AGREE 😭 you wait till i make a whole verse on GOJO’S friends and school life. he’ll hate me for sure by then.

now i feel incredibly guilty seeing as it’s now ur comfort fic and my updates are slow. nonetheless, it makes me so happy (knowing that i’ve made something that you can look at and genuinely feel comforted by it).

trying to squeeze out another chapter, but i have to put my studies first and my levi fic first (just this once), and then chapter 4 will be out right after. give me about two months to get things done (possibly less, tbh).

[yuesya]

The image of Shiki beating respect for women(or just herself) into Zenins was kind of funny. Here's a quick sketch of Toji and his kind of hero worship.

The fact that Naoya respects women in Mother Au simply because of Shiki beating up most of his male family tree is funny too.

Do older Zenins try to hush this story before the younger generation? I can't really picture Ougi or Naobito admitting to being beaten within an inch of their life because they run their mouths too much. Do Zenins tell this story each other in secret, or Naoya, Maki and Mai learn about it from the outside sources (eg. Gojos taunting Zenins when they meet).

Also I can't imagine what sort of huge scandal that was. I think several elders resided that day, because stress was literally shaving their lifespans.

Aaaah thank you for the lovely art! I love how you can see Toji's expression change between the panels haha.

This incident is something that the Zenin Clan collectively just Does Not Speak Of, except they're always very polite whenever Shiki swings around. Or whenever they encounter Shiki outside the compound. The kids get told something along the lines of, 'That woman is Insane, do not piss her off,' which, if we're being honest, really isn't the best way to go about discouraging a kid's curiosity.

Toji loves telling this story, though. Ogi tries to force him to shut up when he's regaling the twin girls with this shameful tale, and then Toji beats him up. He uses the man as a chair while he finishes telling the girls the story.

[theouger]

im such a wife i love being a wife. its so cool

[franticvampirereads]

Marriage To Kitsune-Sama was a really fun read! Inaho and Subaru were so sweet together (when Subaru’s curse wasn’t interfering). I loved that they were working on getting that fixed (like trying to convince Subaru’s brother Ougi to lift the curse he made) before their marriage. I also really liked that Inaho was so loved and excepted by all the other fox spirits.

This whole story had a comforting and cozy vibe to it that I wasn’t expecting! Especially for a book where the love interest is cursed to kill the love of their life. I was expecting way more angst, but I’m so glad we got cozy and comforting with just a dash of angst instead. It made this manga a perfect way to spend a rainy afternoon. Marriage To Kitsune-Sama is getting four stars and I really hope we get another manga set in this world!

[ougi07734]

finally watching the monogatari audio commentaries and theyre so funny

[sinkableruby]

how do you think Araragi would feel to wake up and find Ougi had stolen his car?

oh you know he'd be so mad. seething. he loves that car he'd be like WHAT THE HELLLLLLLLLL. shaking his fist comically at the sky like OUUUGIIIIIIIIIIII

[lnbeep-art]

The Greed of Men

The other OC-turned-Great-Fairy I talked about! The large lady is Tezzie, while her short husband is Ofrae (who belongs to my bf). I’ve actually had Ofrae appear in one of the drabbles I wrote for Mii and Ougi a while back. In DeityVerse, Tez is actually the God of Autumn and Ofrae is pretty much a royal archmage of dragonkind, who are like demigods in their own right.

I really love the cutscene style of BotW/TotK, but in general I’ve always loved screenshot style whoops.

Small accompaniment story under the Read More!

He visits the Autumn Sundelion patch in Faron every day, the man with the scent of a dragon on him. At times, he comes in need of earnest assistance from the Great Fairy, and at other times, the help he requires puzzles her. A Great Fairy who gives up at the first sign of confusion, she is not, but she can be confounded by his behavior nevertheless.

Great Fairy Tezzie rests beneath the petals of her flower, already aware of the presence on the other side. She waits, contemplative. Had he been any other person to bother her, she would have ignored him. Sent him away with nothing. Yet as his steps pad across the bed of rainbow mushrooms and up to the edge of her sleeping flower bud, Tezzie sighs and resigns herself to emerge once again. It’s the second time that day. He is very fortunate he’s cute—and intelligent, though not so intelligent as to consider she could choose not to heed his call at any time.

Still, she allows her petals to fan out and rises out of the nectar.

His name is Ofrae—a researcher of the Zonai people and an archmage. His finding of Tezzie hadn’t been the surprise, but his insistence to chat with her was. Most came for wards on their armor, or time to recuperate, or blessings of protection. They were brief visits, and if Tezzie chose not to entertain them, she shooed them off or refused to answer their call. After all, she blessed them on her terms, not theirs. Unlike her sisters, she does not care in the slightest about appeasing the masses and currying their favor.

Yet few visit merely just to chat. Who did that? Yet for as foolish as Tezzie initially assumed Ofrae to be, his one glaring flaw did not detract from his wit. The amount of knowledge he held of the world had piqued her curiosity, and a majority of the time they spent talking, he told her of adventures he’d embarked on; caves and mines in the Depths that held untold treasures and secrets. Once, she had wanted to visit the underground, yet found the Gloom there to be treacherous to her wellbeing. It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying on Tezzie’s part.

It was the one time where Tezzie hadn’t entertained Ofrae that made her want to listen when he called for her. Not only had she felt lonely ignoring him, but he had seated himself on her mushroom stairs and still spoke of the sky, the Korok, whatever his heart desired. That had been the first and last time Tezzie had closed her heart to his address.

Her sister in the Hebra mountains tried to infer meaning in Ofrae’s actions where Tezzie could not. Tessa, her sister, said that the man may have asked for her blessings out of courtesy to her time, or because he truly did want them but solely from Tezzie. After all, Tessa had never seen Ofrae herself, meaning the man had never ventured out to request it of the other Great Fairies. “I know you, Tezzie,” Tessa told her. “If you really hated this man, you would make it known. Perhaps the fact you talk to him means you like his company?”

If that were true, and Tezzie had no reason to believe it wasn’t, then what did he want of her…?

Tezzie adjusts her fall-colored hair out of her eyes, then tilts her head down toward Ofrae beneath, the rubies in her ears swinging with a melodic tinkling. He’s dressed in the same attire she remembers seeing him in earlier—black suit, with the sash of his family across his shoulders and a belt on his waist. Wide, round glasses hide the sparkle of blue eyes in his tan features as they look up at her with customary excitement. In spite of herself, Tezzie smiles, a small but endeared one. Around her, fairies flutter into existence, spinning around her once then floating around Ofrae. A sign of her full attention on him.

“Haven’t I seen you already this morning?” she asks, fingers to her cheek in thought. “It’s not rest you seek. You’ve fully recovered, yet here you are before me again…”

Ofrae laughs in his usual soft manner, then clasps his hands behind his back, at ease. “I hope I’m not keeping you from anything dire, mistress.”

Tezzie’s small smile at once becomes a smirk. In the early days of meeting Ofrae, she’d thought his deferential title had been a way to insult her age. Great Fairies were as old as the earth itself, and even for a dragon man who lived well beyond the years of a human, his spark of existence could not compare. So when she had heard the word “mistress” roll from his mouth, it had been what had gotten her out of her bud in the first place, snapping at him. Fortunately, he was quick to explain his reasoning in using that for her, and over time, Tezzie found she liked it. She was the Mistress of Autumn.

“Even if you were keeping me from something, you’d still wait, wouldn’t you.” Not a question she needs answer to, and both of them know it. Tezzie leans forward against her flower, folding her hands under her chin. “So why is it that you’ve come back, Ofrae? Should I wager a guess of your intentions this time? Or shall you spell them out clearer for me?”

Ofrae’s face flushes, and he clears his throat. “W-Well…”

“No, no, I want to play your game this time. I’d like to guess. I know…it must be something very important to visit me twice in one day.”

Tessa’s words may have infected Tezzie, she realizes; she’s always been of a bold nature, but when it comes to matters of the heart? She did not know that well enough to tout any sort of expertise. In fact, Ofrae was similar to her sister in that manner—learned with script, but versed in study of emotion. He sensed what Tezzie sometimes did not sense in herself. When frustration at other matters pooled over in their talks, Ofrae made his departure to allow her reprieve. When she was caught in impassioned speech of a topic or memory, he goaded her to explore it deeper, not interjecting but listening.

Maybe she’s projecting. Maybe it’s simply hopeful.

“Is it my hand you’re after? Or my own heart?”

Ofrae’s posture goes from at ease to straight backed at once, and he splutters a moment. When he recovers, he watches Tezzie with eyebrows hiked and mouth partially open. Incredulity? Tezzie wonders. Or did he not think I’d ask it first?

“When you ask me with such a straight face, Tezzie, I’m not sure if you’re merely teasing me, or…” He trails off. “You’re really offering?”

“I’ve heard well enough of your romantic stories, Ofrae,” she replies. “Of the masters of the accordions who sing about their wives, husbands, and partners, and the way everyone seems to love love or being loved. I’ve listened to you speak of them. And I’ve learned you in these years you’ve visited me. I know you are a greedy man.” Lips hidden beneath her hands and eyes glinting, Tezzie says, “So, which is it you require from me now? My heart, or my hand? Choose wisely now. I may only entertain you once this time.”

Ofrae’s expression grows serious as he places a hand to his chin. It’s a face that delights her. Seeing how the cogs in that researcher’s mind of his turn; she hates not being exact in her words and people missing her meaning, but in Ofrae, she could confuse him any time of day just to see the pensive look on that face. One would have thought he was at a crossroads of life and death.

“I did mean to ask you if you’d ever take a walk with me outside of your flower today. It’s taken me this long to ask.” Ofrae slips his hands behind his back again. “Would it be too much to ask if I could have both of you?”

I was right, Tezzie thinks. He is a greedy man.