#i sound like a windchime when i wear this thing

[beepofsleeplessdreams]

Projmoon ita bag wip! I'm short a few Briah charms, and a nothing there that's on it's way here. Outside of that, I'll be happy, save for some of the official Ruina pins that're going to be my personal white whales for months to come. This made for a very fun project with my bf.

I'm not sure if it's good or bad form to @ the people who made some of the stuff you got in these kinds of posts (<- old man) but it felt wrong not to.

@chikos-workshop

@wysteribun (thanks for the help with the @ Chiko!!)

@teamiibo

@ruffleroses (on Etsy)

the last one is @ cyropop on Twitter (there's a tumblr with that @ but I can't tell if it's the same person??)

[dawnoftime22]

for you.

| W.M ( -> N.R )

Undeserving of a love like yours, Chapter 2

Chapter Warnings: None, I don't think

Summary: With Wanda being busy, it's up to you to stock up on the kitchen ingredients at the grocery store.

Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Word Count: 3.6k

Category: Fluff, teensy bit of hurt/comfort if you squint

A/N: okay you're going to be in the long run for a bit :] get real cozy with some music because of the bit of slowness. it'll get interesting soon, but for now enjoy <3

| Started on 05/01/2024, 9:51 AM |

| Finished on 11/01/2024, 12:40 AM |

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"I want to do all the things for you, that you thought no one ever would."

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The morning came around with the wind gently visiting the windchimes of other houses, and birds easily flying around with all their freedom and grace.

You stir in your sleep, the warmthness of the sunlight from the windows easily signalling your mind to wake up. But the cold sheets that greet you say otherwise. Your eyebrows furrow as you blink away the sleep. You move to put your head up and look at the empty spot beside you, along with your hand trying to find another. But all that came next was nothing but another empty space.

A quiet sigh comes from your mouth. You give up trying to find another body and instead lay against the bed deflatedly with your eyes closed. It was too early to get up so soon. You weren't going to. Right?

But you open your eyes once more, looking at the missing presence of a certain someone. It urged your body to get up. With a long stretch, you eventually come to a sitting position. She was definitely not in the bathroom. It was quiet, and the lights are off.

You turn to the edge of the bed, letting your legs touch the floor and your hands pushing down on the bed sheets. Begrudgingly, you stand up, going to search for the brunette you always see in the morning.

At the small sound of clatter you hear somewhere out the room, you now turn your head towards it and quickly go for the door that was open just a crack.

Soon, after making your way to the living room and finding nothing, but getting to the kitchen, you see a figure with a green jacket moving smoothly after closing the fridge. You smile and sit down on the barstool. There she was.

"What're you doing?" You ask, resting your arms on the kitchen island and watching her. There was nothing on the stove, or the counters, making you all the more curious as to what she was up to.

"Oh! Y/N." Wanda jumped, turning around to see you. She relaxed when she saw you, sitting with your slightly messy hair from your sleep. "Good morning. I'm about to go to the store to get some stuff. You want anything?"

"Sorry. Um, no, probably not. Would you mind picking up a hot chocolate on the way though?" You apologise, letting out a small laugh with your words, having not expected that she would be surprised at your sudden presence. But you know the grocery store is somewhere near your usual café spot, and so you follow along with that.

"Of course." Wanda said, a smile going on her face as she goes to the front door, grabbing her shoes from the shoe rack along with her socks.

"Can I come with you, or...?" Your eyes and head move along with her trail, with soon enough, your entire body turning on the island chair.

"You can't, I'm sorry милая (sweetheart). I have work soon, so I'll be rushing." She wears her socks and gets her shoes on, tying the shoelaces carefully. Your eyebrows raise at the sentence, realising she was out of bed all ready with a jacket because she had work today.

"Oh, okay. I could get the groceries if you'd like, while you go to work?" You suggest, not wanting her to stress too much about it when you have your own free time and car.

"That...is a great idea. Are you okay with that? I know you just woke up." She asks, having finished putting her shoes on and checking her pockets for her phone and keys, to which her hand eventually goes up to point at you for a second as a small gesture.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's fine. You go on ahead to work and relax instead of rushing." You waved your own hand, nodding your head and giving her a reassuring smile. Relief might have flowed through her body when she looks up at you, mirroring your face.

"Alright. I'll see you when I get back home." She says, opening the door and walking outside with her eyes on you as she spoke.

"Okay. See you, and I love you!" You shout, in case she wouldn't have heard the last few words. She had almost closed the door, but opens it again for a bit to reply.

"Love you, too!" She says, speaking in a higher volume considering she was already outside. She closes the door by the time her reply had finished coming out.

Your heart warmed, and you stand up, using your hands to push up from the kitchen island and off the chair. You go back to the bedroom to take a quick shower, the water waking you up a bit more. Once you were out, you got ready to go on your way, wearing your chosen clothing and making sure your phone was in your pocket.

You go out to the living room, walking over to a nearby small table to grab your car keys. After storing them safely in your other free pocket of your jeans, the same as Wanda had done, you then go out the house, locking the door.

Instantly, the wind outside gently meets your face, but the leaves of the trees move a little too much for it to be simply a nice breeze. You click the unlock button, and the familiar sound of the car softly beeping reached your ears.

As you make your way to the car, you look around, seeing birds visiting trees and the rooftops of houses. The sky being gray didn't miss your eyes, but when you saw the drip of the rain on your car, you assumed it had rained while you were asleep.

The car door easily opens when your hand pulls on the handle. You sat in the driver's seat and shut the door, turning on the engine. The car rattles slightly, screens light up, and the engine hums.

After checking the road was clear, you slowly back out the driveway and start your journey to first, the café you love.

Buildings passed by, the trees, and soon enough accompanied with the park you and Wanda went to recently. Every part of this city reminded you of a certain memory. It was a stranger to you just a few months ago, but with you and Wanda's decision to move here, it started to become something familiar. Something close to your heart. It feels like home.

You make a turn to go to another road, one full of stores and small restaurants, even boutiques. But your only target was the small café sat just at the edge of everything else. Your eyes land on one of the many empty parking spots, and you carefully and slowly drive your way into one, parking the car.

After checking you were completely in the borders, you get out your car once the roads were clear. You make your way to the cozily decorated place, chairs and tables neatly placed. It was considerably empty, seeing as today was a weekday. But you knew by lunch hour, it'll be nearly as lively as the many other cafés.

You enter the shop, going up to the counter. Your eyes look up at the menu, reading the words written. Technically, you didn't need to, with how many times you've gone here, but neither of the staff members were at the cash register.

When one comes, up they greet you simply, asking what you'd like. They dusted their hands on their apron, having finished cleaning a coffee machine.

"A hot chocolate, please. With a to-go waffle." You say, your order simple. You were going to the grocery store anyway.

"Is that all?" They ask with a small smile after tapping the screen near the cash register and letting your orders count to a total price.

"Yep," you say with a smile, having not recognised the employee. You guessed it's a part-timer who got the job just recently.

You give them the cash to pay for the order. They take it and store it in the cash register, to which the receipt soon comes out. The employee rips it off and gives it to you

"It'll be ready in 10 minutes." Once that was done, they turn to make a hot chocolate for you and prepare a waffle. You wait patiently at the counter. After a few seconds you look around the café.

There were three tables occupied. One, with a guy busily working away on his laptop and eyes focused, a mug of coffee beside him. You hoped that doesn't spill, from how close it was to the device.

The other table held a person, student perhaps, writing down things in a notebook. You guessed they were doing homework. A plate with a half eaten pastry and a cup of tea was there. A common scene you would always see whenever you walked in.

But then you look to the last table that had someone, and see a familiar face. She's a blonde, brown eyes...leather jacket. It was Carol. Carol Danvers.

"Carol! Hi?" You say, with happiness at the sight of her after so long of not seeing her, but also a questionable tone coming out. She isn't usually here.

Still, she looks up at you, having recognised the sound of your voice, she wasn't surprised, but did have her eyebrows raised.

"Hey, Y/N." She said casually, as she did when you would meet her at the near bar. You walk to her table and away from the counter, knowing it'll be fine considering you had already ordered.

"What are you doing here?" You question while sitting down across from her, still confused at the fact that she was even here.

"I thought I'd hang here, since it's actually a good place. I was going to go do some training rounds, but it got cancelled," she said with a shrug. You blink, and your mind had to register her words for a bit from surprise before you realised she was serious. You'd always offer her to breakfast or lunch whenever Wanda couldn't just to catch up, but she'd always deny.

"I also got kicked from the bar, but then I saw this place," she said, once again, so naturally. Your eyes widen and your mouth moved panickly to make up a response through your shock.

"What? How?" You manage to say. The blonde pursed her lips and you raised your eyebrows.

"I may or may not have punched a drunk guy who tried to flirt with me..." she trails off, making it almost sound like the whole story was in that one sentence, and well, you almost hoped it was.

"Well, if he was that bad, he deserved it." You shrug, resting your arms on the table and leaning as you got into the conversation with her.

"I also knocked him out cold and then he threatened to sue for assault, so the bar kicked both of us out to break us apart," she says, pausing her movements before rolling her eyes. Her thoughts were that he should have forgotten his memories from how drunk he was.

"Oh my god," you whisper under your breath. You knew that must've hurt from having seen a crate of heavy gear getting picked up by her easily before just at her air force base. It was no surprise he'd be mad.

"They better still let you in after today. If not, we're gonna have to find another bar." You lean back. There were still no other customers, and it seems another worker had clocked in. Lunch hour is ticking in soon though, according to the small clock on the wall.

"Hey, I only got kicked out, not banned!" She exclaimed, making you giggle. The both of you have missed ranting on about everything and nothing.

The employee comes back with your cup of hot chocolate and a paper bag of a fresh warm two piece waffle, but notices you aren't at the counter. Their eyes search the place until they see you.

"Order of hot choc and waffles!" Both you and Carol's gaze traveled over to the counter. Although, yours were more alerted.

"That's yours," she says, guessing the order you had. Although she already knew you loved waffles and that there was no other recent people who's gone to take an order other than you.

"I'll talk to you more next time," you say quickly, getting up from the seat and going to walk up to the front counter, the part-timer waiting patiently. They carefully give your order, making sure you held your hot chocolate properly.

"Thank you." You say with a smile, your hands warming up from it quickly from the temperature. You turn to go to the entrance, now the next location being the grocery store.

"See you, Y/N." The blonde says, resting her own arms on the table now as she watched you move and open the door with your back. Lucky the door was push from the inside, and not pull. Perhaps they had thought about it, or it was just something fortunate to have.

"See you!" You turn your body to wave a little with three fingers, considering your hands were full. Carol tries to resist a smile and shakes her head, returning to her own meal.

You walk back to the car, and when you got there, you look down at your hands before decidedly transferring the hot chocolate with your waffle hand, seeing as you still had more fingers on that one. You could've done it earlier, but oh well.

After you open the car door and get in, you set down your drink in the cupholder and put your waffle in the middle of the car. Once more, you turn the engine on, but before you drive, you drink your hot chocolate. The warmth runs down your throat, setting a comfortable feeling in your bones and letting your muscles relax a little more.

You put your drink back down and set your hands on the steering wheel instead. Just when you were about to start driving to get out of the parking spot though, you look up and see the flower shop that's usually nearby.

You think about it for a moment before pulling on the handle and getting out the car once more, going over to the shop. There was a bunch of fresh flowers, beautifully put together at the front and in the place.

The owner was fixing up a bouquet, while you stared at the smallest vase that held hand-picked daisies. It wasn't a lot, but enough for a small glass vase.

The owner turns to look at you, a smile under his small mustache. His face was friendly and he was pretty old. You hadn't met him all that much, just a few visits, but you knew he was one of the kindest souls.

"That was picked up just this morning. The freshest one out of all of these." He nods towards the rest of the flowers, his hat moving along with it. Your teeth caught the inside of your mouth for a second as you looked back at the daisies.

"I think I'll take it." You tilt your head, going closer to brush your fingers against the petals. They were as softer than any flower you've touched before.

"For yourself, or a lover?" He asks, and you look at him, pulling your hand back slowly. He expects the latter anyway, but he was curious, as most would pick the others.

"Oh, um. For my girlfriend." You blush, having not used the word while speaking to a stranger in a while. He gently picks up the daisies, one of his hands holding them while the other went to grab something to wrap around their stems and keep them together.

"Well, then, she is very lucky to have someone thoughtful like you." He says, carefully making sure it was tight enough to not have the flowers fall out.

"And picking out a perfect choice." He looks back up at you, and you know he meant that it was rare to have someone pick one so small for a gift, other than for themselves.

"Don't tell anyone, but the smallest flowers always seem to brighten the room more than the bigger ones, even though they don't last long." He winks, making you giggle. The florist hands you the daisies and you take it, exchanging it with cash.

"Thank you for the flowers, mister!" You say, walking away to your car as you looked at him. He smiles and waves to you, making you wave back.

You arrive back at your car while he continued taking care of his other flowers. You get into the seat once more, now finally going on your way after setting down the daisies in the seat next to you. You reverse a little to then go forward and get back on the main road, driving towards the grocery store.

It wasn't a long drive, seeing as you were already close. After a few minutes of driving ahead, you soon arrive. You unclick your seatbelt and turn off the engine, grabbing your bag of waffles before you go. The car locks when you shut the door and hover your hand in the handle.

You enter the grocery store with a shopping cart, having gotten one that wasn't too rattly. As you go through each aisle, you pick out some things you remember off the top of your head that you needed back home when you checked.

Every now and then, you take a bite of your waffle, not wanting to eat it when it ends up getting cold. Somewhere along the way of stocking up, you notice a child watching you eat your waffle. You try your best to ignore the kid's stare, and go forward with your cart.

The mom was off looking at the different types of yogurts that was available in the cold area. You definitely weren't giving your waffle to a child or offering it. Nope. Eventually, you made it out the aisle and you let out a breath of relief. The stare you felt was gone.

As you were still in the cold area though, you chose to bring out your phone, not remembering a certain something. You click on Wanda's contact and message her.

do we need any sausages?

12:18 PM Today

You ask her, hoping she responds soon, considering you were about to be done with getting everything. Your eyes linger on the sausages. You remember still having a lot of them in the freezer, but that might be your mind messing with you.

Oh, well. You can just come back here if you needed to. You finish the last of your waffle and scrunch up the paper bag to drive the cart easier. You check your phone as you go, and you haven't gotten a reply yet still.

You walk through the last of all the aisles, and having forgotten about the message from the amount of time you spent looking at everything, you went to line up for the cash register.

Right as the person in front of you was done and you had started loading items on the conveyor belt, your phone buzzes with a notification. You grab it out and look at the message. Finally. Wait. It's been 20 minutes? Maybe she was busy.

We ran out a few days ago, so do get some please

12:46 PM Today

At the reply, you tell the cashier to wait as they scan the rest of your items. You quickly ran to the frozen section to search for sausages. You find them in record speed and hold them tightly as you made your way back, the food cold in your hands.

Really, you should've just taken it anyway just in case, but she did reply minutes later. You get done putting the groceries on the counter, and you wait as the cashier loads up the bags and lets you swipe your card.

After all that was done, you store your card back in your wallet and grab the plastic bags filled with food, walking back out to your car. Your phone came up with another notification, but you first put the bags in your trunk and close it.

You get settled in the car and check your phone, seeing another text from Wanda.

I'll be getting home late. sleep first if you need to later ❤️

1:00 PM Today

At that, your shoulders slump slightly. But you try to understand, and dismiss it.

okay. I miss you :(

get home safe <3

Read at 1:01 PM

You turn off your phone and set it down on the side. With the seatbelt clicked in, you drove back home, the sun still high in the sky amongst the clouds.

The silence kept your mind going too much, so you put on some music and let it distract you away from everything. You try your best to not space out, and focus on the roads. A sip of your drink is taken every now and then at the red lights, although there weren't many.

Minutes later you finally arrive. It somehow felt longer than the time you spent driving to the café and the grocery store, but maybe that was because all your aim was this time, was just to get home.

You get out the car and turn off the engine, remembering to unlock the front door of the house and opening it first. You then open the trunk to grab the plastic bags, easily going in the house with the open door. Your hands held them tightly as you put them on the kitchen island, making sure nothing fragile fell.

You go back to the car and grab your hot chocolate that...wasn't really hot anymore and walk into the house after shutting the trunk, the doors, and locking the car.

The last thing to do was close the front door of the house. Or well, second last. Now you needed to grab everything out the bags and organize. It's a tedious task, but you manage to do it slowly but surely.

The time was now 1:58 PM. It was going to be a long rest of your day if your morning already felt like an entire day. You had changed into a sweatshirt, perhaps even Wanda's, just to warm yourself up

You sigh and grab a book, laying down on the couch to hopefully pass by the time. Soon later though, with the air being cold in the room and the peaceful quietness, you end up taking a nap instead, being unable to focus on the book all that much.

And now it was 3:54 PM. You had woken up and the rest of the day went by the same, coziness and laying around. With some boredom, you decide to turn the tv on, scrolling on the phone having been uninteresting.

Not having work at the moment is fun, but it would be more fun if someone was there with you. You would spend some time doing your hobbies here and there, but it didn't help much. The tv had you somewhat focused though.

Soon enough, the time reached 7:28 pm. Which was the time Wanda would assumingly come home, seeing as she said she'll be late. But you yawn as you curl up on the couch, watching one of your favorite tv shows as you waited.

Your eyes were getting heavy, that much was obvious. But you try your hardest to not sleep once more. You know it'll turn into more than a nap with the sun having gone down.

While the scenes played on the tv screen, and voices talked from the show, you still somehow, manage to notice the sound of a car engine humming nearby and wheels rolling on gravel for a second or two.

You perk up a bit, and you look at the windows that were now almost pretty much pitch black. But you don't miss the light gleaming on a part of it.

You muster up some energy withn you and you got up from the couch, going towards the door. Sounds of keys rattling could be heard, and you unlock the door, then pull the handle down to open it. Behind, reveals that familiar brunette you love, standing in the porch light with a surprised face at seeing you.

Her eyebrows furrowed before she smiles, "Well, hi," she said, giggling slightly. She goes into the house with your quick greeting to which she didn't even get time to put her keys in the keyhole at all.

"Hi," you say, closing the door and locking it for safety. You smile and walk back to the couch, sitting back down while she kicked her shoes off and follow you.

"You didn't have to wait up for me." She stands by the couch, looking at you and seeing that you've got a show set up on the tv. She guesses that you've been keepin yourself occupied with it.

"I know, but I wanted to," you say quietly, leaning your head back on the couch and tilting it slightly, glancing at her. Her green eyes could shoot your heart with love and at the same time hold a somewhat passion in them.

"I got you donuts." She moves her hand up, holding a bag of donuts in it. Your eyes travel to it, and your face radiated joy when you see it. She sits down next to you and give you the donuts.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she apologises, snuggling close to you while wrapping her arms around your body. Her warmth quickly making you feel content and glad that she was home safely.

She slips her hand under your sweatshirt to lay it gently against your skin, and then going to lay a kiss on your cheek. Her hand was warm, and tickled you slightly, but it was comforting just as any other touch she'd ever give you.

"It's okay," you say, leaning your head against her shoulder. You're quiet for a bit before you remember something.

"I got you some flowers." You leaned forward to grab the small vase that contains the daisies, then going back to be close with her once more. Her lips were parted in surprise. "No, you didn't."

"That's so sweet of you. Thank you." She smiles, taking it in her hands. Her fingers gently touch the soft petals, and her eyes look softly at the little daisies.

You smile along with her, leaning against her as you watch her.

end of chapter 2. <3

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Fun facts abt residents according to Ikevamp Radio (ヴァンなま) Part 5

The last post of this series, featuring episodes 13-15!! Let's get on with it!!

Episode 13: feat. Dazai’s VA Yashiro Taku

Makki messed up his lines a bit so he said “Subas” instead of “Sebas” (so cute)

Dazai’s happy that Vincent enjoys baths

Dazai baths a bit earlier than them, that’s why they don’t usually meet

Dazai’s writing a novel about a “married woman and a blossoming love and desire—” Sebas: “Nonononono! Stop!” bc it got too out of control

Sebas: “Master Vincent’s here, so let’s keep it at the same level as an educational children’s TV show” Vincent: “were we so strict about it here?”

Dazai agrees to answer some questions for Sebas & Vincent as they were curious about him

Vincent first asks him what the object he hung in the entrance where it makes ringing noises when the wind blows it. Sebas: “Rather than Dazai-san’s personality, you’re more interested in that, huh?” Vincent: “well, it was really pretty, so I got curious” Dazai teaches that it’s a windchime, tells him that it allows people to enjoy the summer with both their eyes and ears

Vincent got curious abt ways Japanese ppl spend their summers

Dazai says he used to watch fireworks, look out at the sea, eat shaved ice. Dazai asks Sebas if he’s done something similar, Sebas replies “Yes, I’ve also gone out to watch firework tournaments (花火大会). When I was in Japan, I’d wear a yukata and go out to watch them” Sebas also enjoyed caramel-apples and goldfish-scooping (金魚すくい)"

Dazai: “It may seem normal, but Sebas has had a childhood as well, huh?” Vincent: “Really. Sebas didn’t become Sebas as soon as he was born…” Sebas: “...what do the two of you think I am?”

Dazai explained that the best part of the fireworks tournament is the atmosphere. The sound of fireworks and the geta (shoes you wear w/yukatas), the enthusiasm of the happy individuals, and most importantly, women wearing yukatas. Vincent: “Yukata… It’s what you typically wear, a type of clothing in Japan, right?”

Dazai: “Women in yukatas are especially good. The skin you can see from their hair raised up, and their skin lightly coated in sweat—” Sebas: “Nonononono—”

Dazai: “... are you excited?” Sebas: “...yes” Dazai: “Oh, you are excited.” Sebas: “A little bit” Dazai: “So even Sebas can get excited” Sebas: “the topic of the conversation ended up a bit off, so I had to put a stop to it”

Dazai: “Even for Sebas, don’t you have a favorite yukata for women?” Sebas: “Let’s see… for women’s yukata, I like a dark blue color. Also, I prefer when the hair is tied loosely near the ends. I also really enjoy it when they fix a loose strand of hair…” Vincent: “Umm.. Sebas?” Sebas: gasps “I apologize. However, Master Vincent must also have a color that you’d like a woman to wear?”

Vincent: “Hmm… I think any color would fit, but probably bright colors would fit the most.”

Dazai likes graceful (?) colors like a deep purple to contrast the color of their skin, make them look prettier

Taku is really good at drawing?? In the “Van Gogh’s drawing section” the VAs had to draw in the theme of “Ikemen Vampire light novel! By Dazai Osamu” and Taku drew (the real) Dazai & it was really well-drawn?? (Dazai draws Dazai haha)

“Can you tell me… your name?” segment comin up!! First up is Vincent! His options were “It’s really hot… let’s just take everything off” “Since it’s hot… do you want to take a shower together?” “I can make you forget about the heat” “Hm? The thing in my mouth? It’s ice. You want it?” The chosen line was the last one. After saying his line for the last time, he continued “Here. Ahhh~” (listening to it when it’s winter was kinda counter-intuitive but… it was nice ig)

Dazai’s options were “If you’re hot, why don’t you take off your clothes?” “We can reenact that passionate night that will make us forget about the heat” “You don’t like the heat? Then, you can spend the time with me until the season becomes cooler” and 4, which is a combination of all three (Which was the one selected)

His voice is so good??? “(y/n), it was a really hot night. Until it cools off—no. Can you stay here with me forever?” He actually said his lines properly unlike Morishi and Makki so it was even more amazing 

And Sebas’s options HERE WE GO “You need guts… to go in saunas” “Do you want to start a chilled Sebas?” “I can make you feel cooler. *insert terrible pun* (吸血鬼のお尻が９個で９ケツなんちゃって)” (I can’t translate the pun itself bc it wouldn’t make sense, but just know that it’s a pun involving vampires and 9 butts lol) and option 4, “Even when you’re struggling in the heat… you look beautiful” The chosen one was the second option “Do you want to start a chilled Sebas?

There were two funny options (options 2 & 3) I didn’t know which was gonna be chosen

Anyways there was “Yoshihiko, do you want to start a chilled Sebas?” Makki: “Yes, please” the last one he said was “(y/n), do you want to start?” and the others were like “start what??”

Episode 14: Vincent & Sebas w/an audience once again

This happened at the time of Ikevamp 1st anniversary, this episode celebrates this event

They also talk about the 1st Ikevamp election & the rewards players get when each resident completes a certain goal (place within a certain ranking, gets more votes than a certain character, etc.) Makki and Morishi create their own goals for the election too.

For Morishi, if Sebas places within 10th overall, Makki and Morishi will do the radio while drinking. For Makki, if Vincent gets first, he plans to telephone an audience member live during the radio

Very unrelated but you can tell Morishi really knows his game knowledge since he knows what blanc was, as well as the ikevamp 1st anniversary song when it played in the background

The theme of this episode’s “I love yu” segment is “Thank you, and please take care of me from now on too”

Sebas was already in the baths when Vincent entered, he said he’s been waiting for Vincent for the past three hours Sebas: “I was conversing with the audience, and before I knew it, three hours had passed” 

Vincent: “Audience? We’re in front of an audience? When we’re naked?” Sebas: cough “W-well… please don’t worry about that”

Vincent & Sebas reminisce about the time they had spent in the baths together (April Fool’s w/Leo, Sasuke entering the bath w/them, turning into idols)

Vincent asks who Sebas has been talking to, Sebas replies, “Don’t worry about that, my angel”

Vincent says that he’s been enjoying his time w/Sebas in the baths, but he’s worried that he’s relying on him too much. His solution? To change bathing times with Sebas

Sebas is shocked. “My oasis… is about to disappear… Lost on Eden… Master Vincent, I won’t record your voice or take pictures of your angel smile or shiver and shiver because I want to see you! So please! Please! Rethink your decisions…”

Vincent says it was all a joke. Wanted to scare Sebas for a bit, and apologizes for scaring him

Sebas is relieved & forgives Vincent. Vincent admits that he likes spending time w Sebas, to which Sebas agrees.

Sebas keeps referencing the audience, Vincent: “Hey, Sebas? You’re seeing things that I can’t see, right?”

The next segment is the “Ikevamp radio 1st anniversary awards” The first award is the “best guest awards” with the nominations being Tsuda Kenjiro (Leo’s VA), Sato Hisanori (Theo’s VA), Yashiro Taku (Dazai’s VA), Horie Kazuma (Comte’s VA), and Morishima Syuta (Sebas’s VA). Ofc Morishi won that category

2nd award is the “Best Drawing awards” the winning drawing is “Movie ‘Love promised under the cherry blossoms~my love is always full bloom~’ PR poster by Makki”

3rd category is the “Best Word Award” with the winning word being dyungyun (obv). In happiness with his word winning the category, Morishi performs voice percussion

No “Can you tell me… your name?” segment today :((

Episode 15: The last episode I can get my hands on…

Morishi wants to go on a vacation trip w Makki. Makki asks him where he wants to go, to which Morishi replies, Paris, the Louvre Museum.

Makki: “What will we be doing there?” Morishi: “Going to the Louvre, looking at some paintings, then opening the door. And then be like ‘What? When I opened the door, there are 12 historical geniuses…?' And we’ll stay there, just the two of us” Makki: “No, I don’t want to!”

Morishi: “I think it’ll be a while until the two of us actually go on a trip together. It would be more realistic if Sebas and Vincent did instead. So! Scenario-writer! Please write about a situation where Sebas and Vincent go on a trip together! And Yamada Shiro-sensei! Please draw an illustration like that as well!”

They announced the winners of the Ikevamp election that happened that year & the merch/events released to celebrate certain characters’ poll victories

“I love yu” skit! Starts off w Sebas saying “Sigh, it already ended. The Ikevamp election. Oops, I shouldn’t be thinking like that. Ta-da! (in a Doraemon-like voice) Historical genius observation journal! I need to note the other’s excellence here. Just like usual, Master Napoleon was very courageous, and Master Leonardo was as sexy as usual. Sorry, my angel, Master Vincent was an angel as always—”

Vincent: opens the door “Who. Is. An. Angel?” Sebas: “Master Vincent?” Vincent: “Really, I’ve been drawing all day, and I’m so exhausted” (he says this is a rough tone) “Sebas, I’m going in, so I need you to move to make space for me” Sebas: “oh, o-okay”

Vincent: “The temperature’s a bit lukewarm, so it’s not that satisfying. Well, I’ll let you off the hook for this one” Sebas: “Master Vincent? What happened to you? It seems you have a different tone than usu—” Vincent: “It’s just a part of your imagination, Sebas!” Sebas: “Yes! Of course!”

Sebas asks what’s happened to Vincent, asking if he got into a bloody argument w Theo. Vincent replies “We don’t get into arguments! That’s uncool!” 

Sebas asks if Vincent’s hit his head somewhere. “If that’s true then, I need to take him to a doctor—” Vincent: “I need you to leave me alone!” Sebas: gasps “Master Vincent?”

Vincent: “From now on, I’m going to change.” Sebas: “Change?” Vincent: “Yeah. I’ll keep on going on a bike that I stole from who-knows-where and break the windows of the school at night and I won’t be manipulated by the adults! (It’s basically what delinquents [ヤンキー] in Japan used to do)”

Sebas: “Why do you say things like Ozaki Yutaka and Keyakizaka46? That isn’t like you, the great angel Vincent—” Vincent: “If you keep on calling me ‘great angel,’ it’ll only make me upset!”

Sebas: “Master Vincent’s—Master Vincent’s ‘idiot’ (ドアホ). I don’t know what happened to you, but please open your eyes. Take this! Perverted butler, Sebastian’s forehead flick of love!” Vincent: “Gah! O-ow… Huh? I—”

Vincent: “Sorry about that Sebas… It seems I lost myself.”

Sebas asks what had happened, Vincent promises Sebas that he wouldn’t laugh at him. Vincent: “I-I wanted to be a different self. Do you remember the one event where we asked who she (MC) likes? Hearing the results of it, I wanted to be more liked by her… so...”

Sebas: “Master Vincent, please listen carefully. What if I had wondered the same thing you had, and become like Master Arthur, saying ‘Hey, can I kiss you?’ (in Arthur's tone) What would you think about me?” Vincent: “I would think it’s very repulsive.” 

Sebas: “Of course. Or like Master Shakespeare ‘I would like you to dance on my stage in the theatre’ (in Shakespeare's tone) What would you think about that?” Vincent: “I would think it’s very scary”

Sebas then tells Vincent that he understands his desire to change, but does she (MC) actually wish for that? I think she likes Vincent as is.

Discovered that there’s a Ikevamp LINE stamp and honestly it looks pretty good link here (idk if I would ever use it considering I only ever text my family members... lol imagine sending a sticker of Isaac to your parents haha)

Because Sebas got more votes than 1 suitor, Morishi will do ikevamp radio while drinking (sad that I couldn’t find the episode) they were planning to drink the blanc that will be released soon

No "Can you tell me... your name" segment im sad

And... that's the last episode!!! I'm really happy that many people enjoyed reading this as much as I did when I watched & wrote this. I'll be looking for more of these radios & in the future I'll see if I can write things similar to this as well. Anyways I hope everyone has an amazing rest of your day/night :))

[thisaccountisagainstmywill]

random OC ask: what would your OC wear on an average day? what would they wear to a special event?

[feel free to include reference images, if you'd like!]

Thank you for this ask! This has been an excellent excuse to pull the sketches I've been sitting on for the last few months together and throw them onto some quick paper dolls-type models. Luce Locke the Half-Elf Lore Bard

Every day Luce wears oversized clothes (don't ask where she got them from) adjusted to fit her properly with either ties, corsetry, vests, or exceptionally wide belts. For a formal outfit: I've gone with a Hero of Baldur's Gate, patriar-appropriate styling that leans a bit more into her Wood Elf Heritage fancied up but still keeps the silhouette type she prefers.

Elain Freespawn the Tiefling Sorcerer

Elain's every-day post game uses elements of her old formal robes softened up. She keeps the 'belly dancing' bells as part of her costume because she enjoys how they sound like windchimes when she flies around. Elaine's Formal outfit is a de-gore-ified version of her old cult robes.. -- Which is largely based on one of my own RennFair costumes

Aerfen Mlaștină the Human Monk

Aerfen's every clothes are just her monk clothes which are based on traditional formal Romanian clothing. Her formal clothing is her normal monk robes plus a Vest. Very fancy. :)

Malkira, Chosen of Bhaal the Drow Druid

Mal's everyday clothes are her personal (non-Bhaalist) assassin robes. Her favorite clothes. She likes that it gives her a weird silhouette around her joints when she crouches. Her formal clothes are her cult leader-worn clothes, she does no other formal events willingly. And this is where I would put Vlaaz, Githyanki Cleric of Vlaakith. But to be honest, drawing the Githyanki armor sucks ass. And I was only going to joke that she wears the same thing for daily and formal and it wasn't worth it. Here's Vlaaz anyway. I think she's neat.

She will not dress up any more than this. This is perfection.

[wistful-gremlin]

The Goblins of Wyrmspine

before I get into this one, I wanted to put a disclaimer/general blurb at the top, as this particular part of the project I was trying to be incredibly careful with. As a fantasy lover, I knew I wanted to include many traditional fantasy creatures in the world of Wyrmspine, while still putting my own twist on them. While this was a simple task for most, the goblins of Wyrmspine introduced somewhat of a dilemma. goblins have historically been both a staple of the fantasy genre, and a vehicle for antisemitic caricatures an stereotypes. As a fantasy lover, I wanted to include them in Wyrmspine, but had to understand throughout the process that, first and foremost, before my own personal feelings, I had to make sure that my portrayal of goblins was in no way damaging towards jewish people. I didn't want them to be represented in a way that would encourage stereotypes, antisemitism, or cruelty. I believe that fantasy worldbuilding can and should be an outlet for creativity, adventure, and curiosity, and that if the worlds I create enable hatred, or make people feel unwelcome in my work, then I have fundamentally failed as a creator. That being said, while I try as hard as I can, I am imperfect, and sometimes despite my best efforts, there is an element that I have not considered, and things can slip through the cracks. If something has slipped through the cracks now, I urge you to let me know so I can address it as soon as possible. Now, onto the main event.

The Goblins of Wyrmspine

Goblins are a heavily communal, subterranean race. As a rule, they have very little concept of “private property,” with a small number of exceptions, with all resources necessary for survival and comfort being shared among the group. Because of their environment, they rely heavily on sound for navigation and identification. Many goblins will carry around pouches of things that make pleasant sounds that aren’t natural to their environment, many learning to create coins from metal, and polish gems specifically for this purpose. Hearing this sound will identify them as other goblins, even if they can’t be seen. This helps differentiate the sound of breathing and footsteps between friend, and foe. Other goblins will attach windchimes to their belts, or wear shiny articles of clothing or items of jewelry. This allows them to be more visible to other members of the community, as these items will reflect light, and make sounds when they hit against each other. Shiny items are also placed as markers in certain important places, as their reflective nature allows them to be seen from a distance. This is mainly to help younger members of the community, as while most adults have memorized the layout of the cave systems they live in, younger children have not, and greatly benefit from visual guides. This can often lead to misunderstandings between goblins and other humanoids venturing into cave systems, as those without auditory markers can be mislabeled as a threat and attacked.

Goblins tend to be short, and have grey-green skin, similar in color to mossy rocks, which allows them to blend in with their surroundings and squeeze into small crevices to avoid dangerous cavern-dwelling predators. They most commonly have brown eyes, though some may have blue or green eyes. Their hair is also most commonly brown, but can also be black, or a similar grey-green to their skin. Their ears are large, and somewhat bat-like, to better enable them to navigate through audio cues. 

[bluezenzennie]

🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notes, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻 (no pressure)

I prefer wearing flowy clothes over skin tight clothes. My skin starts itching when the fabric gets too close to my skin and I feel like I can't breathe.

I really, really, like sitting in my tree swing and let the fresh air breeze make me feel like a wind chime, song softly flowing through the wind and out to the world.

Anything that makes sounds like windchimes, small bells, big bells, crystal clear clinking sounds that chime and sound pretty, makes my brain feel like it's being washed with cool water. I also crave having said things that make said sounds.

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

Hellsing Commentary 2 Notes

This commentary is done by Taliesin Jaffe, the voice director and script adapter of Hellsing, Patrick Seitz, the voice of Luke Valentine, and Josh Phillips, the voice of Jan Valentine. Direct quotes may vary in accuracy, as these are written down from audio without transcripts. I also didn't write down every joke or piece of trivia because I feel like people who watch the commentaries should get to have some nice surprises for stuff that isn't covered here.

-Taliesin says that they take their cues from Dracula.

-According to Taliesin, on the day they recorded Alucard's flashback the VA that played Helsing "shows up to the door in a trench coat, bringing storm weather with him, and says 'Hello.' (Thick Dutch accent) and I was like 'Ah, Von Helsing!'"

-Someone sent Taliesin a box of cigars from Integra's brand at one point and he "went through them very fast, they're very nice."

-Like Crispin, Patrick would also listen to Integra's VA read the telephone book.

-Taliesin had to pull Mike McFarland to help him write "some truly vile things" for the Valentine brothers (mostly Jan.)

-Josh and Taliesin were both "groggy" (tongue-in-cheek 'hungover') the first day they came in to do the series together.

-Hellsing was only the third or fourth thing Patrick had worked on, so while coming back for Ultimate he got nervous about matching his prior performance, during his first tenure he was inexperienced enough to be like "So I talk after the beeps? Is that what- huh?"

-Josh and Patrick were the first choices for their roles and there "wasn't even a question" to Taliesin as for who would play the Valentine brothers.

-Taliesin's favorite line of Jan's speech prior to entering the Hellsing estate was cut due to not having enough time. After stating "I mean, what the fuck?" he was supposed to add "What do you do for a living with that thing!?"

-When working with Luke Valentine/Patrick, Taliesin says that the main fight was "Making sure you sounded like a cheap imitation and knockoff of Crispin without actually sounding like a cheap imitation and knockoff of Crispin."

-Patrick says "When my friends find out I was in this, they're always like 'Oh, you're like, a Valentine brother? Are you the one that swears!?' No. 'Oh. Oh…well, that's still cool.' Without fail!"

-Taliesin jokes that "When you're in doubt and you need Englishmen, you go to the video game Medal of Honor and you start taking all of their actors, is the trick."

-There was a lot of talk about Jan's Konami joke, because according to Taliesin the Japanese thought it never quite came off for them. They had a long talk about "Are people gonna get this?" but eventually decided to leave it in.

-They rewrote Jan's loudspeaker speech the same day they recorded it.

-The one that took the most time for recording OVA 2 was Walter's VA.

-Josh plays guitar and sings in his own band. At least at the time of the commentary, he shows up in LA "every once in a while."

-In regards to how Luke massacred the Hellsing soldiers, Patrick was deeply excited about how in Ultimate "I'm not just showing up and talking the big talk and then getting my ass beat down, I get to have some coolness first." One of Luke's moves while killing the Hellsing soldiers is also a reference to Fist of the North Star.

-According to an offhand comment by Taliesin, Jan wears a Nike jumpsuit.

-Josh apparently has lip piercings and Taliesin disparagingly jokes about how "It's the thirty minutes we have to wait for you to take out your hardware." while doing voiceacting. Patrick gleefully adds "It’s like a damn windchime, Jesus!" Josh comments a few minutes later that "You could actually play Mary had a Little Lamb on these two."

-The going-around-the-table-with-exhale reactions are "one of the things that drive me a little crazy about this job" for Taliesin, "'cause it works in Japanese, but you look at it and go 'How on earth am I going to make this work in English?!'"

-Both Taliesin and Josh comment on how Seras does not match her VA at all, calling Katie Grey this "serene, quiet...sweetheart" and a "peaceful little flower girl." She also sings and records her own "folky, girl-with-a-guitar" music.

-Taliesin has gotten to play with a monocle before and "you don't have to squeeze your eyebrow down as hard as you think."

-Josh comments that Crispin "gets to be a lot more insane in this one. Like, when this fight really gets going he's like, freaky."

-Taliesin is an H.P. Lovecraft fan.

-They had a tough time casting Walter, but eventually settled on a "Roddy McDowall" voice, because Taliesin likes "the sound of an old person who never really got very good at it."

-According to Taliesin, there is a common misnomer in Japanese that English is a faster language, which has made him come to believe that the Japanese put extra lip flaps into the show to make it easier for the dubbers. He actually wrote to them at one point with "Please, stop! Less animation, for the love of god!"

-Taliesin is annoyed about Luke Valentine getting so many shots out of what seems to be a small flintlock gun, pointing out that there's nowhere to actually fit the bullets in the gun. Patrick jokingly replies "I've got mind bullets!" They continue ragging on this for several minutes.

Taliesin: "But seriously, I see a lock, I see a stock, I see a barrel, I don't know where the bullets go, because that's a musket."

Patrick: "They go into Alucard."

Taliesin: "So why don't you just come in there with a matchlock, why don't you, like a little piece of burnt rope in your hand going 'Wait wait wait, just have to light the match here, hold on.'"

-There were "like 19 different things" written for Jan's line after he busts into the Round Table Conference, including "Shit," and "Hi."

-Because Crispin/Alucard's starting point is "a lot more chilled-out now," Taliesin got to build his levels of crazy, "same as Anderson," who's no longer "just crazy." Patrick comments at this point that he enjoyed Anderson during the original TV series, but likes him even more in Ultimate.

-The sound(s) for Alucard's hellhounds are made with "a layer of Crispin going 'AGHBLAGRAHH,' Crispin doing Tasmanian Devil," and an underlying high-end of "crying awful babies" that were reversed, chopped up, etc.

-Taliesin jokingly likens the moment to where Alucard finds out Luke isn't on his level as "its like suddenly finding your date won't put out." Patrick adds "He seems so let down: 'I thought you were different, different than the others,'" and Taliesin agrees, saying that that was exactly what they were going for.

-Patrick comments that they got Luke's death scene "in less screams than I thought, I thought I was gonna be shrieking all the way."

-"AND THOSE LAST SEVEN BULLETS THAT YOU WERE KEEPING IN YOUR FLINTLOCK!"

-The snarling/berserk "batshit crazy" version of Seras is what got Katie Grey the part back when she was cast, before Taliesin got the scripts or had even seen the anime. OVA 2 also happens to be the "last place of safety, casting-wise" for Taliesin, since starting on OVA 3 he has to start casting again.

-According to Taliesin, the Darby Bible is the bible to use when quoting.

-At the time of recording the commentary on OVA 2, Taliesin was working on getting contacts in Germany to make sure the German/Austrian/Dutch accents are correct. When casting, he also runs his ideas by Japan and "-they'll either say 'That's- that's nice,' at which point I know I have to think more on that because they're not happy, or they go 'Ooh, that's really cool,' and then, you know, you've done it."

[forecast-rain]

Oc ask game: 3, 5/6, 7, 9

Sylvia and/or Lilly

ooo they! :D The girls! :D

disclaimer: I rambled a lot so I'm putting this under a read more. i love them okay?

3. What does your oc’s voice sound like? (Or, if you have one, what’s their voiceclaim?) Can they sing, whistle, or roll their rs? Do they have any speech impediments or notable dialects/accents?

tbh I don't really. headcanon voices for my ocs. They just all sound like me lmao.

That said, I guess I could describe Lilly's voice as like a bell? Like those little bells or whatever idk. windchime. high-pitched but smooth. Girl. I think she's a decent singer but she hasn't ever really practiced so like the possibility is there. She just never really tried to do anything with it. Or maybe she sucks at singing but loves it and does it anyway. idk.

Sylvia's voice is a bit deeper definitely. I keep thinking of those quiet anime girls... Like a carpet. Or a bed actually. Comfortable, warm. cat. Medium-tone. Maybe flat tone most of the time. I'm throwing words out there. She can probably sing pretty well but she's not really interested in it. She often ends up singing for the other kids at the orphanage/group home/wherever she lives though. They really like it so why not.

5. What kind of clothes is your oc most comfortable wearing?

6. What kind of clothes is your oc least comfortable wearing?

For Lilly it's definitely fashionable stuff that she feels most comfortable in - she likes it when an outfit comes together. Her outfits are usually cute with pink as the main color along with a Lot of hearts. She LOVES hearts they're just so <333 she can't get enough of them. Honestly I don't think she could stand having to wear clashing patterns. Or like, patterns at all. They're very... specific. To her.

For Sylvia, it's whatever's most practical though she can't deny she enjoys wearing her school uniform. The combination of a white button-up shirt, a tan sweater vest, skirt and white socks is just... really nice. She likes it. Most of the time though, she just ends up wearing hoodies or some other thing because, well. Money problems and that is her School Outfit she Can't Wear That Around The House It'd Get Damaged. Honestly, she would probably end up with multiple copies of the same outfit if she had the agency to. Texture. Also why change up her outfit when she can just have One that Works.

7. What song reminds you of this oc? Does this match up with the type of music your oc likes to listen to?

The only songs I have that remind me of ocs are for Astro,,,

wait oh my god two birds on a wire for Lilly and Olive,,,,,,,,,,, I don't know wether it would match up with the type of music she likes but,,,,, oh my god,,, this is,,,, this is their song,,,,, oh 🥺honestly this might even just be a this universe song. My writing song. Oh my god. Oh my god. Thank you mind. Oh my god. song. a. I need a moment.

Music taste. I don't have a set in stone one for Lilly but I know that Sylvia would like instrumental stuff. Or stuff with a lot of instrumental work. Piano, violin, harps, flutes. Actual instruments, not like video games. Actually maybe Lilly would like stuff that has Guitar. Like love songs with Guitar, favorites often ending up being a singer just playing on a guitar. idk.

9. What are your oc’s goals for the future? Relationship-wise, career-wise, or other?

Lilly is looking for her Special Someone <3 She doesn't really have many big goals for the future other than that though. Doesn't even really need to with her dad being a ceo of a successful company and all. She'll probably learn about managment and stuff, take over his position eventually, she doesn't know. Maybe she'll end up doing something with makeup? She really doesn't know. She's just focusing on making friends. (perhaps she'll become a psychologist- mental health has been a side interest of hers for as long as she can remember so... why not try, right?)

Sylvia! She is trying Very Hard in school because she Wants To Get A Good Job (probably be a doctor or something, maybe lawyer, something that pays well) and that's all that matters. She doesn't have Time for other things. Even if she did, she doesn't care for romance or things like that. It doesn't help her social stuff that she's so blunt and ruthless that people are intimidated by her and often just don't like her. She doesn't mind though, it doesn't eat up her time at least. She has barely enough of it as it is, what with helping around the orphanage/group home.

So yeah ! ocs ! :)

I think I may have kinda. rambled. haha-

(ask game)

[corrretan]

Daily dose of life: Cappuccino, hot

She was never much of a planner. She liked to plan things, to some extent, but she never felt the need to draw out every single thing down to the tiniest of details. She only needed the gist of a plan according to a particular objective, then she could happily improvise from there, as long as the objective of said day was well achieved. She liked the fact that she got the best out of the two traits; the anchorage from having a plan, the freedom of being impromptu. 

Her objective today was to get the air conditioner of her car fixed, and after a couple hours of hanging out at the service center she finally concluded the task. It was a rather warm and lovely Saturday evening, and going straight back to her flat sounded a lot like she was wasting the remaining hour of sunlight. It's not like she had things to do at home anyway – or someone waiting for her, she thought dryly, so she decided to wander by herself. 

As she slowed down her car for the upcoming traffic, she weighed her options. Her mind started to list the craziest things she was definitely not prepared for; swimming, running, bungee-jumping – 

Less extremes, she thought firmly, and started over. Go see a movie – that actually sounded nice. She picked her phone up from the empty front seat to check out the movies currently playing, when her eyes found the coffee shop just a couple hundred meters up front. Something from the exterior of the little cafe drew her in; while she was not much of a coffee drinker herself because she always preferred tea among the caffeinated beverages, sitting at one of the tables while enjoying the lasts of sunlight through the window did sound nice. Besides, they must serve other things other than coffee. So as the traffic inched forward, she happily improvised and pulled over to the café's parking lot. 

The sound of a small windchime hung above the door welcomed her in. As expected from a Saturday evening, the surprisingly spacious café was quite packed, but there were still a couple empty tables left, and aligned with her newly-found objective of enjoying the lasts of sunlight, there were still two empty tables by the window. Silently praying they stayed empty until she finished ordering, she crossed the room and glided to the register. 

"Good evening," the young man manning the register – his name tag read Albus – greeted her with a bright smile. 

She smiled back. "Good evening, Albus... Dumbledore? Like the headmaster?" 

He grinned. "Unfortunately, no, so just Albus please. To not ruin the fantasy." 

"Alright then, Just Albus." 

His grin evolved into a short laugh. "What can I get for you?" 

She started flipping the pages of the menu book in front of her. She liked this, having an actual, physical menu with actual, physical pages she could flip rather than having to scan a QR code to access some PDF. "Could you give me a moment?" 

"Sure, but if I may?" 

She looked up from the menu. Just Albus was looking at her, still with the same bright smile. "Sure, go ahead." 

He tilted his head a little, considering, smile unwavering. "Cappuccino, hot?" he deduced. 

She laughed, genuinely amused. "What makes you think I'm a cappuccino person?" 

"You look like a coffee lady, but maybe none too strong." 

Even though he was technically wrong because she wasn't even a coffee person to begin with, her impulsive side decided that she wouldn't mind a cappuccino this evening. "Alright. Hot cappuccino it is, then." 

He beamed, looking slightly proud of himself. "Coming right up." 

As he scurried to prepare her order, another voice came from her left. "For the record, you look like a tea lady for me." 

She turned and saw a man sitting on one of the bar stools lining the counter, close enough for him to hear the entire conversation of her with Just Albus rather easily. "Oh?" she offered, intrigued. "What gives?" 

He shrugged a shoulder – broad, she couldn't help but notice, even through the hoodie he was wearing. "Just a hunch. Black, no milk, with sugar but not too much?" 

She was both impressed and intrigued enough that when Just Albus was finished with her order, she decided to abandon the still-empty two tables by the window – despite her previous objective to enjoy the lasts of the rays – and go sit with the man by the counter because he somehow had guessed how she took her tea down to a T. 

One look at the man sitting next to her behind the steering wheel told her that he was excited for the rendezvous, too. And if it hadn't, his next words would've given him away. "I actually have been looking forward to meeting him the entire week." 

She was never much of a planner and preferred to be able to improvise when she could, but this time she didn't really have the room to improvise because she needed everything to be perfectly executed. The insanely detailed preparation was grueling and she was worn out by the time they were done with one particularly packed Saturday. The only good thing keeping her from passing out right then and there in the car was the rendezvous she had scheduled that evening with an old friend. 

She let out a chuckle. "Exciting, isn't it? We owe him a lot and he didn't even realize." 

"That's why we're meeting him now. He needs to know the consequences of his actions." 

Her chuckle evolved into a laugh, short but genuinely amused. "You call all of it consequences, now?" 

He shrugged a shoulder – broad, she couldn't help but faintly think, even now after she knew exactly how said shoulder looked and felt beneath the pristine shirt he was wearing. "Eh, one I'm extremely happy with." 

She thought she might feel just that, extremely happy, when she saw Just Albus, now a marketing associate in a prestigious company, walked through the door of the café once he worked at. She thought she might feel extremely happy when Just Albus still remembered her as the "cappuccino, hot lady" he once crossed paths with many years ago, despite never meeting her again after that fateful encounter. But then, as she pushed an invitation – a physical one that could actually be opened rather than some QR to scan – across the table to him, there was no doubt that she was. Extremely happy, that was. 

Just Albus widened his eyes in disbelief. "Is that what I think it is?" 

The man with the broad shoulders who was sitting next to her laughed. "Yes. We're getting married." 

"And it wouldn't have happened if it isn't for your cappuccino, hot guess," she added. 

Just Albus' eyes widened even more as she proceed to explain how his nonchalant guess of her beverage led to the man with the broad shoulders, now her soon to be husband, taking his own guess at her beverage preferences – which happened to be exactly right somehow. How that led to her sitting with him despite not knowing him at all, which led to a long, pleasant conversation while getting to know him, which led to her thinking she might have fallen in love with him by the time they got into their second beverages. 

Just Albus shook his head, astonished. "Not gonna lie, I was super confused when you reached out last week and have been wondering why, but I would've never guessed the reason to be this." 

Her soon to be husband chuckled. "Sounds crazy, right? We don't know how to thank you enough, man." 

Just Albus turned his gaze to her. "I do have one question, though." 

She smiled. "Sure, go ahead." 

"Was I even remotely correct with the hot cappuccino guess?" 

Her smile erupted into a laugh. "No, but I couldn't be more grateful for that." 

: I do still have one question for you, man 

: shoot 

: How does your bride to be actually take her coffee? 

: she doesn't. she's a tea person :D 

: Damn! 

[pjones-poetry]

2020

When this is all over I’m going to Wal * Mart. I’m going to the sporting good section Where I will lift each of the little dumbells, comparing their weights. I will jump the jump rope And ride the bicycles Gripping the handle bars.  Adjusting the seat height. Touching everywhere that others have touched.

When this is all over I’m going to Wal * Mart To smell all the scented candles And to sound all the windchimes. I will breathe in the plant-rich air in the garden center. I will inhale the scent of laundry soap in the aisle Where all the cleaning products pool in their bottles, ageless as rivers.

When this is all over I’m going to try on clothes And admire myself in floor-length mirrors. I’m going to wear ten pairs of shoes in ten minutes. I’m going to casually forget my purse in a dressing room And go back for it three minutes later.

When this is all over I won’t need flowers anymore Or trees or frozen turtle-ponds, or other places for walking. I will walk over cool, glossy white tiles, Dance the linoleum hallways. I will track in mud from places I won’t need to go anymore When this is all over.

When this is all over I will buy the GOOD pizza poppers Not the medicore pizza poppers they have at the grocery store Which are branded something like “lean gourmet” - though they are neither of these things. I will spend six dollars on a DVD of a movie I always meant to watch but never will.

When this is all over I’ll look the cashier in the eye And know that she risked her life for her job. We will talk of airplanes and zoos and diamond mines And other places that we can only go When this is all over.

[koi-bysunset]

close your eyes, i’m trying not to kiss you

(PUTTING MAKEUP ON NIGHTOWL REAL NOT CLICKBAIT)

(this is the second intimate bathroom scenario ive done in a row. I JUST. REALLY LOVE BATHROOM SCENARIOS OK)

"ready to go out, cutie?"

nightowl leans on the doorway to the bathroom, crossing his arms. "dude, just a minute." you're leaning over the bathroom counter, putting on liquid eyeliner. "just… gotta get this… done. there." you lean back, admiring your handiwork from afar. blended eyeshadow, check. rhinestones, check. dark lipstick, check. graphic eyeliner, check. eyebrows, check. you look at nightowl through his reflection in the mirror. he's wearing a loose & dark purple button-down, unbuttoned dangerously low, a pair of tight black jeans, boots, and a choker to compliment the look. boyfriend? definitely check.

"oh wow. you look really fucking good, cutie. i won't be able to keep my hands off you tonight, i can already tell." he looks at you from head to toe, and it's starting to make you shy. you were about to say something when nightowl asks, "can you do something like that to me, too?"

you blink several times. "like… this?" you raise a neatly-plucked brow in question. you knew what he meant, but you wanted to make sure. "i mean i can, but it could take over an hour to do a full fa--"

"just the eyes will do, don't worry about it." he walks towards you, having already decided for himself, and traps you between the counter and his body. "pretty please?" he leans even more, his face mere inches from yours.

you roll your eyes, but you know your face is probably beet red right now. thank god for full-coverage foundation. "fine, fine." you look around at your makeup scattered around the counter. "what look would you like?"

he puts a finger up to his chin as he surveys the items. "how about something purple? so it matches my shirt." you nod approvingly and start to sort out the things you'll need, putting them in one corner. you put away the rest. "okay, so. i need you to face the light and stay very still. i'm gonna be gentle with your eyes but you gotta promise me–no hard blinking while i'm putting on your makeup. i hate hard blinking."

"aww, cutie's gonna be gentle with me?"

"nightowl i will gouge your eye out with a brush." he lets out a laugh that reminds you of windchimes at the beach. a light, tinkling noise, signaling sunny seashores and falling asleep with sand between your toes. "now be just hold on, okay?" you take his face in your hands and start your work, with him putting both of his hands on your waist to center himself.

"oh, lemme guess what you're doing to me!" you hold up a nude-colored tube. "is this… foundation?"

"wrong. it's primer."

"i don't even know what that is, cutie."

"well you see, it's kind of like a… protective layer? i guess?" you try to read the miniscule words on the tube in an attempt to see if it helps you with your words better. "like. we usually think makeup goes on the skin, right?" nightowl nods. "primer kind of adds another layer so our pores won't clog… i guess. i don't know, i'm just pulling all of this out my ass." he leans forward and laughs loudly, and he looks like he didn't expect that sound to come out of him. "yeah, yeah. i can tell." you tut at him, but you're failing to keep your smirk hidden. "just let me work, alright?"

you spread the primer on his lids with your fingers, then hold up two small tubs of what seems to be eyeshadow. "okay, so. which color?" you hold up purple and black. "aren't those going to be too dark?"

"well, i plan to use these cool neon glow-in-the-dark eyeliners to make it pop out, so it doesn't matter much," you say as you point the tiny container, lying horizontally. it reads überdecay 24-hour glowstick eyeliner.

"dude, that is fucking sick."

"i know right!"

nightowl contemplates for a moment, eyes looking back and forth between the two colors. "i mean, if it doesn't matter much then," he looks at you sheepishly. "is it okay to ask for both?"

you give him a small peck on the lips. "of course, baby."

you start to lay down the base colors, and the two of you lapse into a peaceful silence. "we are so gonna get in trouble with quest for being late." oh, right. you almost forgot that everyone's hanging out tonight at a bar then plan to go to a club after–except salo, of course("i think i'm too old to go to the club, dears," salo says, vehemently shaking his head, but you see the mischievous glint in his eye, hinting that he's had plenty of clubbing during his time). you smile, blending the colors together. "not if xyx gets him drunk enough first." as the silence stretches on, you can't help but get a little lost in your thoughts as you remember the first time bloombot introduced themself to you. it was a shock, but you remember the fear you felt when everyone started to be removed from the server. you remember being added back, immediately being in a call with nightowl, seeing his face too close to the camera, clearly struggling and failing to hold back tears. "hey… you're still here." he laughs in the midst of his sobs, and the sight is nerve-wracking. you spend the rest of the night on a call with the entire server, basking in the relief of everyone's reunion.

"cutie? you still here with me, babe?" you ground yourself back to reality and see nightowl looking concerned, brows furrowed together. "yeah, uh, no. i'm alright." you start to blend the eyeshadow on his other eye. "i just–i just remembered the day i almost lost everyone." you bite your lip. "the day i almost lost you." he gently holds your arm in his hand, pausing your work. "hey, hey. i'm right here, cutie. i'm here, in our bathroom, getting ready to meet everyone in the server." he looks at the mirror behind you and cracks a soft smile. "i look ridiculous right now, but it's you who's doing this to me. you're here with me. okay?" you can only nod, looking up at the ceiling to blink back tears. godfuckingdammit, you can't cry. not when you have 120 dollars worth of makeup on your face right now. fuck.

he waits for you to compose yourself before continuing. "i'll admit though, i was terrified. the server meant a lot to me before you came in, and when i met you and realized what i felt for you…" he lets out a humorless laugh, no longer sounding like windchimes on a sunny day, but an oncoming storm–clouds heavy with fear, rolling in with the threat of almost-despair. "having you ripped away from me, it felt like taking a nosedive. i was getting dizzy and i already had my hand on the bottle of jaeger when toasty settled things down and we got added back to the server." you look up at him, alarmed. "but if you did that, you would have failed your test!"

"i might as well have. i felt so hopeless."

"nightowl…" you reach up to cradle his face in your arms. he shakes his head. "if i had lost you, i might as well have lost everything. that's how important you are to me." he's looking at the floor now, eyes refusing to meet yours, his hands running up and down your waist. he's using you to ground himself.

"well then, it's my turn to tell you that i'm here now." you turn his face gently to face you, and he doesn't resist. "i'm here, we both are, in our bathroom. we're both getting ready to meet our friends and have a good time. and," you pull him in for a gentle kiss. "i still need to finish your eyeliner so you look really hot in the club tonight." he stares at you for a few moments and he finally gives into it, letting out a soft chuckle. you sigh in relief–the storm is clearing now, and you faintly hear the windchimes again–and you can't help but give him another peck. "now. stay put. i gotta be real precise with this and if i fuck up we'll have to start all over again."

nightowl repositions himself so you're both on eye-level, eyes already closed. "do your worst, cutie."

you dip the moist brush into the tub of eyeliner and begin. inner corner, then out, then back in, aaaand bullshit swirls all around the eye. there. you do the same pattern for his other eye, and you lean back, trying to gauge if there are adjustments needed. "are we done? can i open my eyes now?"

"not yet! here, lemme–" you purse your lips and blow gently for a few moments, nightowl's eyelashes fluttering in surprise but trying not to open them so he won't ruin what you made. "there we go, i think that's dry enough." nightowl opens his eyes and immediately checks his makeup in the mirror. "this looks so fucking good, holy shit. wow." you grin and do a faux curtsey. "thank you, thank you. master craftsmanship from yours truly." he looks back and sweeps you into a passionate kiss, one that leaves you breathless and dizzy. "thank you. for everything. for being there for me, for believing in me, for still wanting to get with me even though i called you a dumbass and took my anger out on you." he presses his lips on your forehead, and you close your eyes, feeling the puzzle pieces falling together. you look up at him with a smirk and say, "plus, you know, who's gonna put some finger-lickin', knee-slappin, booty-bangin' eyeliner on you?" he laughs again, and you realize why you always compare his laugh to the beach: it reminded you of home.

you grab his hand and lead him away from the bathroom. you'll fix the mess later. right now, you have the love of your life with you, looking absolutely gorgeous in dark eye makeup, and on your way to meet up with the other people you care deeply about. you look at him and ask,

"ready to go, cutie?"

[earlgreymon]

clean sheets and daisies

enlightenmonth 2022 (@koushirohikari) // [day 1-4] friends/family welcome to enlightenmonth!! let's see if i can finish them all lmao. i LOVE the dynamic between atlurkabuterimon and angewomon in the original adventure, so i think it will be nice to tell a story from tailmon and tentomon's perspective. also i love maid!tentomon. set on the day hikari and koushiro will return from the hospital after giving birth to their first son, also with a hint of kenyako :) I LOVE CRYING WORMMON

When she received the basket that would serve as her bed a few years ago, Tailmon immediately claimed the corner just below the torchère as her territory. According to her careful calculation, the spot was perfect because she could watch whoever came and go through the front door. At the same time, she had the view of all the greens and flowers planted on the balcony, just under the windchime that added to the relaxing vibe. With the apartment facing the east side, she would also be blessed to be woken up every morning by the sunlight that filtered through the balcony door.

This morning, however, it was the soft sound of a machine and a familiar buzz that forced her to open her eyes.

The first thing she caught was Tentomon, wearing his infamous maid apron, thudding the Roomba that got stuck in the corner of the TV cabinet. It was always hard to read his expression with his type of face, but Tailmon could figure that he was currently grumpy after living under the same roof for a couple of years already.

That, and because his knocks were getting louder.

Tailmon winced her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I think this device is broken!” Tentomon chided. “The advertisement said that it ensures ‘100% cleanliness in your home!’ but look at this! It can’t even clean this corner where the dust hangs out the most!”

Tailmon glanced at the said dent—an obvious right angle where a circle-shaped Roomba would never fit. Perhaps he forgot that not every robot could morph like a Mochimon. She sighed, jumping off her basket and lifting the Roomba away from the corner so the robot could return to a straighter lane.

“Now you can clean it with your broom, and the problem will be solved.”

“But Hikari-han won’t allow me!”

“Hikari isn’t home yet. I’m her partner, so we have an equal voice. Just clean it as you want, Tentomon.”

If his eyes could gleam, they would definitely do so.

“Ookinai, Tailmon!”

Tentomon was gone in a blink of an eye, coming back with a mini broom and a dustpan to sweep the corner. He hummed and even proclaimed how much he missed doing chores as if he didn’t do it secretly every time Hikari went out. After all, Hikari was the one who asked Tentomon not to act like a housemaid—including in the past nine months where she was required to lessen her activities, hence the purchase of the robot vacuum.

Tailmon strolled to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of milk from the fridge when she noticed there was a pot with uncooked rice soaked inside, just beside the sink. She once again eyed the happy bug in suspicion.

“Tentomon,” she called, repeating her question. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” he mumbled after understanding what Tailmon was referring to. “I am making porridge. Hawkmon said babies can only drink milk, but I reckon that is not enough to help the baby grow healthier. He needs more nutrition!”

“...but that’s the point, right? Babies can only drink milk.”

Tentomon paused.

“If that’s the point, then maybe you shouldn’t drink that milk, Tailmon. We need to save it.”

“But the milk can only be—” Tailmon stopped midway, remembering that Hawkmon only told her about where babies get their milk right after Tentomon flew away. Perhaps the concept of breastfeeding would be too strange, even for an intelligent Digimon like him.

“You know what?” she decided. “Let’s just make the porridge. I think Hikari and Koushiro will be hungry too.”

They ended up working side by side to cook the dish, with Tailmon mincing the ingredients and Tentomon mixing them into the pot while controlling the stovetop. The last thing to do was to wait for the porridge to cook, so they utilised the remaining one hour to have one final check on the master bedroom. Even though it had been left empty for three nights already, Tentomon managed to keep it tidy—Tailmon could even catch a faint smell of laundry. However, the spotlight was not the queen mattress on the centre. It was the wooden cot on the corner, decorated with hanging planets above. Inside, a teddy bear was resting comfortably under the blanket; its head looked so tiny even though the pillow where it rested was smaller compared to the ones that adults use.

Soon, its place would be taken by a baby boy.

“Oh, my. I cannot believe it,” Tentomon mumbled, clenching the cot’s fence with his forearms. “It feels just like yesterday when I saw Koushiro-han analysing the Digital World, and suddenly he’s an adult—” a sniff, “—and now he’s having a child.”

His melodramatic wail echoed across the room. Tailmon remembered another thing Hawkmon said about Wormmon having the change of hormone instead of Miyako. Perhaps the same thing happened to Tentomon. He was a delicate-hearted creature, after all.

But she couldn’t blame him. Even Tailmon felt like time flew way too fast. She still remembered how she watched a little girl with a pink scarf from afar, shifting her intention to kill into something more endearing. They had jumped together from one journey into another, beating monsters and meeting new friends. And now, flashing before Tailmon’s eyes, she witnessed the already-mature Hikari stepping into a new adventure called motherhood.

Tailmon exhaled. She decided to channel her melancholy by running outside to the adjacent park. She found a patch of daisies and picked some before dashing back up. Tailmon then tucked three stalks on the doll’s hand so it would look like the doll was carrying a bouquet.

“This should be a nice welcome to the baby,” she smiled before turning to Tentomon, handing the one remaining stalk. “And this is for you, Tentomon.”

“...for me?”

Tailmon nodded. “Thanks for taking care of the house. I hope we can continue to work together to protect Hikari and Koushiro’s little family.”

Tentomon’s eyes started to get watery again. The weeping returned in a split second, and Tailmon could only pat him on the back in hope to make him feel better. That was when her sharp ears caught the faint steps outside with an indistinct chatter—a signal that widened the upward curve on her mouth.

“They’re here,” Tailmon announced. “Come on, let’s greet them!”

A new chapter was officially begun as they opened the door to reveal a new family member.

[write-ur-wrongs]

Of Monsters and Men (pt. 1)

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier travel to a small seaside village after being hired to take care of a monster that has been terrorizing the villagers for months. However when they arrive, Geralt finds that the monster in question isn’t so easy to kill. 

A/N: This was getting to be quite lengthy, so I decided to split it into parts. This is the story I wanted to write when I first started watching the Witcher on Netflix and I am nervous and excited to finally be sharing it here!! Like with all my fics, I try to keep my Y/N has physically non-descript as possible, she/her and vibe are the only descriptors. I’ve also not proof-read but will edit errors as I see them post post lol. I hope y’all enjoy this!! Your feedback is always welcome :’)

this is approx. 2200 words and is largely setting the scene. I expect this to story to be told in no more than 3 parts. 

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When Geralt and Jaskier rode up to the quiet coastal village, they were struck by how calm and peaceful it was. The sound of waves lapping against the rocky shoreline, the rhythmic bumping of boats against the docks, and the soft clatter of driftwood windchimes melted together to create an atmosphere that soothed Jaskier to his core. He found himself gaping at the sights that surrounded him in wonder; truly taken by the way setting sun cast a golden glow on everything and painted the cloud-laced sky in rich hues of pink and orange.

“This place…” he sighed theatrically, waving his arms around, “is wonderful! Geralt are you not moved by the sight of it all? Does your soul not sing out! Oh, Geralt! Wow!”  

The witcher only rolled his eyes at his friend’s dramatics. Jaskier was always so blown away by the simplest things and it both amused and annoyed Geralt. Yes, the sky and the sea were beautiful sights, but more importantly, they were merciless vehicles of danger, death, and destruction; and Geralt knew better than to romanticize things that were, at their core, dangerous.

Sensing the bard’s eyes on him, Geralt gave him a hum of acknowledgement hoping it would be enough to satisfy Jaskier’s need for collective appreciation. It was, as he dreaded, insufficient.

“Come now, Geralt!” he enthused, “take that stick out your arse for a moment and appreciate the sights and sounds of this charming inlet! Listen to the sea! The chimes, Geralt! Listen to how the wind tickles the –”

“For fucks sake, Jaskier! It’s a fucking port city just like any other. This place is one bad storm away from being wiped out by that scenic sea of yours!”

“Yeesh,” Jaskier said letting out a low whistle. “Was it the stick in the arse bit? Too far?”

“Jask-”

“- because look, you are very stoic but – and I mean this as a compliment Geralt, so don’t get your leather in a –”

“Jaskier!” Geralt interrupted gruffly as he dismounted Roach with a huff. “Will you please shut up! Let’s just find the stables and the inn and get this over with.” Without waiting for Jaskier to catch up to him, he led his mare deeper into town.

Jaskier, refusing to let Geralt’s gruff exterior get him down, dismounted gracefully and lightly jogged to meet up with him, his lute clacking loudly against his back as he ran.

“Remind me again what dreadful little creature brings us out to this enchanting harbor?” he asked, still jogging a little to keep up with the witcher’s long strides.

“Don’t know yet.”

“Oh, ho-ho! A mystery? Always makes for a good song. What do we know so far?”

Geralt stopped and turned slightly towards the bard before speaking.

“Apparently a creature has been killing and dismembering men in town. They are being killed at all hours, bodies found in town, at sea, or out in the surrounding forests. Seems nowhere is safe.” Geralt let his cat-like eyes linger on the bard’s horrified expression for a moment before turning back and keeping on the path into town, shaking his head at Jaskier’s queasiness.

“Yeesh – Geralt! You’re not serious! Why would you bring me with you!?” Jaskier picked up the pace, suddenly wanting to be closer to his friend.

“You invited yourself,” Geralt said, trying to contain his smile, “as always.”

“Of course, I invited myself! You’re far to proud to admit you’d miss me.” Jaskier retorted. “Let’s get these horses to the stables, get rooms, and find food so that you can sort this out as quickly as inhumanly possible,” he said, speaking quickly and with a light waver, trying to pretend the quaint seaside village around him didn’t now leave him chilled to the bone.

“Hmm,” Geralt chuckled, happy to have managed to scare the bard into silence, at least for the time being.

The local pub was busier than Jaskier had expected when they rode into town. Seems the reason the village was so peaceful upon arrival was because everyone had already made their way to the bar. Fortunately, he’d managed to nab them a table by the stone fireplace; after a day of riding alongside the sea, Jaskier was desperate for a cold ale and a warm fire.

“Alrighty then, Geralt,” Jaskier said, holding his hands up to the hearth, “what have we got so far?”

“Not much,” he replied, tearing apart the loaf of bread a barmaid had brought over moments prior, “a couple people stopped me at the inn to ask me if I was here to kill the beast, but they didn’t have any information to offer besides the fact that it was a constant threat.”

“Well, maybe you’ll have more luck here – I mean look around, you’d think the whole town’s come to drink!”

“Port cities, Jask,” Geralt said, letting his gaze scan the room slowly, “the people here either spend their days at the mercy of the sea or waiting for their loved ones to come home. You drink for sorrow and for hope of a bright tomorrow.”

“That was poetic as fuck, Geralt! My influence?” he teased, shooting the witcher a cheeky grin, who merely grunted distractedly in reply.

Now ignoring his still-talking friend, Geralt’s eyes had landed on the two women working behind the bar. One was talking excitedly and kept casting quick glances toward the bard, blushing brightly when she caught his eye, while the other was watching Geralt with inquisitive eyes.

“… I tell you Geralt the more you allow yourself to – oh! Speaking of which, here come a few now!” Jaskier flourished, winking enthusiastically at the blushing barmaid who was making her way towards them sheepishly.

Geralt sat back in his chair and rolled his eyes, already tired of the flirting he was about to witness. To his surprise and great pleasure, Jaskier got up and met her halfway, leaving him in peace with his thoughts.

Having brought his attention back down to the bread before him, Geralt didn’t notice that he had company until she was right in front of him. Sensing her presence, he shot his gaze up quickly, and found her staring at his wolf medallion with a quirked brow.

“Forgive me,” she started, her deep, velvet-like voice washing over Geralt like morning sun after a cold night, “but you’re… a witcher?”

“I am,” he replied, giving her a crooked smile, his own voice, low and gravely and smooth, not going unnoticed by the woman before him. “Geralt, of Rivia.”

“Oh fuck,” she said, with a breathy sort of laugh, “so you’re not a witcher, you’re the Witcher then, aren’t you?”

Geralt let out a low and modest grunt, shaking his head at the comment. He thought himself immune to the scrutiny and awe that came with being the White Wolf, having carried the title for so long, but there was something about the way she was looking at him that left him shy.

“I’m,” he faltered needing to stop to clear his throat, having made the mistake to look her in the eyes, “just a witcher. Really.”

“Well, they don’t send you out for just anything, do they? For you to be out here in our little hamlet…” she squinted at him with a small tilt of her head, “we must be under some kind of threat. Should I be worried?”

“I was hoping you’d tell me, –” he stopped, waiting for her to introduce herself.

“Y/N,” she replied quickly, offering Geralt a warm smile despite the fact that she’d just crossed her arms, “and I mean we do get the odd ruffian coming through town. They always make a mess of things, don’t they? Beyond that, well, I suppose alcohol does breed violence in some,” she gave a light, one shouldered shrug, “but that’s not the kind of crime that would reach your ears.”

Geralt hummed thoughtfully, taking his time to consider Y/N’s words. She seemed almost too friendly, and there was something about her that both drew him in and had him putting up his guard.

“A monster has been picking the men of the village off one by one.” Leaning back into his chair to put some distance between them. “I’m surprised you wouldn’t be aware, considering,” he nodded towards the bar, “your job here.”

“Meaning what?” she retorted, wearing a playful smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Only that you must hear a lot,” he gestured vaguely to the crowd surrounding them, “and see a lot, doing what you do. I would have expected that the disappearance and dismemberment of men in town would be something of note.”

“Well,” Y’N tsked, “I’m sorry to say that you’ve been brought out here on something of a fool’s errand. There’s no monster here; the tale of disappearing men has been told here for months. It started with a woman, too embarrassed to admit that the man who impregnated her left her overnight, telling everyone that a creature from the forest killed him. From there the story grew wilder with every retelling.”

“Hm,” Geralt hummed, watching Y/N carefully with narrow eyes, “I was told dismembered body parts were turning up, consistently, after each disappearance, and that they were being identified as belonging to the latest victim. Besides, I was hired to come here. Why would someone pay me coin to rid a town of ghost?”

“People struck by tragedy will claim to see many things, Sir Geralt,” she replied softly, “not all of them will be true. A dead fish floating at sea, a creature mauled by wolves by the roads, rotten meats abandoned by vendors…” she shrugged, “the mind will twist the truth in order to bring comfort. Who hired you?” 

She added that last question quickly, and Geralt could tell it was calculated. Sensing this, he only replied with a quirked brow and a tilt of his head. 

Y/N betrayed no sense of frustration when she realized the Witcher wasn’t going to elaborate. Instead, her eyes softened, and she smiled at Geralt with what he perceived as pity. 

“Look, the truth is that there is no monster here. Isn’t that right Thalia?”

“Sorry, what?” Thalia, who had just walked back over the Geralt’s table with a tray of ales in her hands, was breathlessly giggling at something Jaskier had whispered in her ear. As she and Jaskier placed four ales on the table, Y/N took a seat across from the Witcher and quickly explained got the two up to speed.

“Oh goodness, that! I can not believe our town’s little lore made it to your ears, Sir Geralt!” She said with wide eyes as she snuggled up next to Jaskier, clinking her tankard with his before taking a generous sip.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jaskier coughed on his ale, “you’re telling me there’s no monster here? That we might actually be able to enjoy a little rest and relaxation here without any horrible monster-killing business? Geralt this is good news!” he exclaimed, smacking his free hand on the table for emphasis.

Geralt only growled out a hum in response, never taking his eyes off Y/N.

“I’ll admit,” Thalia continued, seemingly unaware of the tension between the Witcher and her friend, “it’s scary to think about – you know, murder – but when you actually think about who disappears, it’s not difficult to see the truth.”

At this, Geralt turned his fierce gaze away from Y/N. “What do you mean, ‘who disappears’?”

“O-only that the men who leave aren’t really the type that anyone would miss.” She replied, stuttering a little against her best efforts to not recoil at Geralt’s inhuman eye-contact. “They were mean, violent types. The kind of man that would get crueler the more he drank. Just, awful, evil men, right Y/N?”

Y/N nodded quickly in agreement, taking a slow sip of her ale. “Good riddance.”

“Exactly!” Thalia agreed, clinking her glass to Y/N’s.

“Hell, I’ll drink to that,” Jaskier laughed, before picking his lute up off the floor. “What do you say ladies, a song?”

Thalia cheered loudly and encouraged the rest of the patrons to listen to the bard, letting them all know that he was in fact, the one who traveled with the great White Wolf. Jaskier was positively floating from the adoration as he danced around the pub, pulling cheers and applause after every song.

All the while, Geralt never took his eyes off of Y/N, who had retreated back to the bar after finishing her drink.

Geralt wasn’t sure what to believe. He had a strange feeling about this place from the moment he and the bard arrived, and it frustrated him to no end that even after hours in town, he was no closer to understanding the source of his discomfort. One thing was for certain, something about the story he heard here tonight did not add up, and he definitely didn’t trust its source.

Y/N was standing behind the bar washing glasses, but she wasn’t focused on the task at hand. Instead, her eyes were trained on the crowd before her. Geralt watched her as she scanned the pub with calm, slow-moving eyes that jumped from patron to patron.

The witcher was distracted for a moment when Jaskier sauntered into his sightline, singing a loud chorus of Toss a Coin to Your Witcher. Despite himself, Geralt couldn’t help but smile at the bard, whose face was flushed from the ales and the exertion.

However, as Geralt watched Jaskier twirl across the crowded pub, something in his peripheral vision made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Y/N had turned he head and was staring right at him with a pair of pitch-black eyes.  

Like a shot, Geralt turned his gaze to the woman behind the bar – his heart beating loudly in his ears – only to find her smiling warmly at him, her eyes their normal shade.

Instinctively, Geralt brought his hand up to his wolf-head medallion, hoping it would signal the presence of some supernatural evil. But he felt nothing.

He didn’t know what she was, but she was not human.

[random-tinies]

Crowza - 1

I’ve had this AU idea sitting in my brain for a while and I’m going to turn it into a full-on fanfiction series. I’ll be tagging it as Crowza AU Here is Chapter 1 💙 No trigger warnings for this one. ^^ just good fluff. ft. Mumza as Lady Death, 1.6k words

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There truly is no proper comparison to flying. Sure you can describe the feeling, you can say it's like swimming in freedom, but it will never compare to actually flying.

Philza thinks about this as he soars through the air, wind blowing through his primary feathers. Occasionally he flaps, defying the gravity that tries to pull him back down to earth. He takes a breath of fresh air, relishing the way it chills his lungs. If it weren't for his cloak and his feathers, he would be quite cold this high above the ground. Especially in early spring.

Although it's early April, occasional drifts of snow still dot the landscape below him as the birdman flies north for the summer. Twice a year, he makes this migration, and although it may be warmer in the southern areas, Phil enjoys the northern pine forest he calls his summer home. It's special to him for three reasons.

Kristin, his home, and his boys.

First things first, however. He needs to stop by his cache and see if it had been raided by squirrels while he was gone. Or if anything fresh is caught in his traps. Nasty buggers, always giving him grief. Troublesome creatures. Phil banks left and dives down towards a thick old oak tree with winding and twisted branches. He lands on one, bird feet gripping with sharp claws, and hops down to where his stash should be.

Near the center of the tree, the branches arch and wind themselves together in such a way that it forms the perfect shelter for someone his size. It had taken him a good century to help the young tree grow in such a way, but it gives him the perfect shelter year after year so every painstaking day of tying young branches was worth it.

Phil looks around to make sure he's not being watched before hopping inside. One can never be too careful when your cache is involved. His wings fold behind him as he walks forward, ducks under a large branch, and enters his storage room. A quick scan confirms that nothing found his home this winter and he relaxes, breathing a sigh of relief and grabbing some squirrel jerky to munch on.

It had been a long flight and he wants nothing more than to just flop on his bed and take a short nap, but he has two homes to visit first. His wings seem to ache in protest but he steps back outside and takes off into the sky once more.

A few strong flaps put him in the air and he soars the short distance it takes to get to his boys' cabin. He can see it from the top of his tree, it is an easy flight. He notices the youngest of the three outside chopping firewood and decides to land on the roof some ways above him. The sky is overcast enough that his silhouette looks just like a rather large crow.

The movement catches the boy's eye and he looks up, putting a gloved hand up to his face to try and shield his eyes from the bright white cloudshine. He squints and yells up at what he assumes is the same bird he's been seeing for years now, "Oi! Good to see you! Took your sweet time this year!"

Phil shuffles his wings and scoffs quietly. He's right on time. He always shows up to his Lady's forest on the same day every year. He watches his boy fondly as he continues to talk to himself, quieter now as he hefts the axe to chop another log in half. "Y'know, Wilbur thinks you're a crow but I think you're too big to be a crow. Plus I don't think crows can live as long as you have."

Phil sits down on the peak of the roof, legs still under him in case he needs a speedy escape. He listens to the peaceful sounds of a quiet life. A cold chill on the breeze, shadows crossing the ground as clouds moved through the sky, the occasional birdsong reaching their ears, the thunk of the axe as it chops through the wood.

The door to the cabin opens and Phil tenses, ready to fly off if attention is directed to him. He’s a little close to it and it could be a risk if whoever steps out decides to look up at him. While he loves these boys, if they find out he isn’t a crow then he’d never be able to return and watch them again.

A tall brunette steps out and calls to the blonde, “Hey, Tommy, when you’re done out here, could you come inside? Techno got a letter and we need to discuss it together, as a family.”

Tommy nods and sets down the axe. He nods towards the roof. “Hey, Wilbur, your crow friend is back. Silent as always.”

Whelp! Time to get out of there! Phil immediately takes off, flapping hard and flying over the boys’ heads. His silhouette is even harder to recognize as anything other than a crow as he soared away. Wilbur says, “Oh yeah, there it is, just like every year. You reckon he likes us?”

Whatever Tommy replies, Phil doesn’t hear it. He’s too far away, heading towards where Kristin lives in the forest. The landscape below him becomes denser and darker, the pines twisting and behaving oddly. Branches bend lower and often twist together. Crow caws are more frequent and a few join him as he flies towards his destination.

“Dadza!”

“Philza! It’s been so long!”

“Return of Dadza! Dadza! We missed you!”

Phil chuckles, striking up casual conversation with them, telling them stories of his travels. He does this every year when he returns from migration. Some of the murder follow him south during the winter but let him visit his boys alone. They prefer to stay with their lady, and Phil doesn’t blame them. He’d stay with her all the time if he was allowed.

At last they reach Kristin’s home. The murder descends and a few part ways to fly in through the open window. Phil smiles as he lands on a doormat that reads “On Death’s Door” and chuckles at the inside joke as he uses the tiny knocker built at the bottom just for him. The door opens and the most beautiful woman in all of history looks down at him with a fond smile. “And who would this be, knocking at my door?”

She wears a long black dress that graces her curves breathtakingly. Dark brown hair flows off her shoulders like a waterfall of shadows. Her voice is like the sound of windchimes in a gentle breeze, enveloping Phil in its peace. Even if his feet are rooted to the ground, his heart soars with joy. She is his everything and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Phil takes his hat off and bows to her, wings spread. When he looks up, she leans down and extends a hand towards him to step up onto. “You know I’d never miss an opportunity to have a brush with Death.”

His grin widens as she gives him a withering look. “You’ve said the same joke for the last five decades.”

“And you’ve said the same response for the last four decades.”

He laughs and balances himself as she lifts her hand. He bows his head as she presses a kiss to the top of his head, blush dusting his cheeks. The kiss of Death, if you will. Even if they’ve been together for forever, he’ll never get over these little moments. Coming back from his winter migration is his favorite part of the year.

Phil’s feathers ruffle and he places his hat back on his head. Nobody can make him feel as light as she can. She strokes his feathers and asks him about his flight, letting him perch on her hand. He tells her about the herd of deer he passed who had two fawns among them and the pack of wolves he heard while roosting one night.

She listens attentively to his words and pours him a small cup of tea. Phil could never express his love for her in the right way but he knows she understands. Their mob settles around them and drinks in every word, occasionally adding their own and squabbling amongst themselves. This is his family as much as his boys in their cabin are. He feels peace, drinking the bittersweet tea in his tiny cup. 

A younger crow hops up and leans against Phil and preens his wings.

“Mumza! Mumza and Dadza!”

“Puppies! We love to see it!”

“Can we go visit them? I want to hear them!”

“Shiny ring… Phil, what about your boys?”

Phil hums and Kristin snaps her fingers. “I almost forgot! I meant to warn you, but the air is different this year. I’m not quite sure what’s going on, but I’ve felt more death in these areas than before. A few of my crows have gone missing.” She pets down his back, smoothing his feathers. “Be careful. I don’t want you to be among them, okay?”

He gives her his best reassuring smile and says, “You know me, Kristin. I never let anything happen to me. How many years have I managed to escape death?”

She chuckles. “Many times, though there have been some close calls. Just watch out. There are fates worse than death, my love.”

He bows his head. “Of course, my lady. I’ll keep an eye out.”

The rest of the night goes smoothly. New crows that followed Phil there introduce themselves to Lady Death and join their flock. By the time the fire in the fireplace dies down, the two are fast asleep in her bed, snuggled together and dreaming of a happy future.

[cherrywoes]

dark sun. (ryoumen sukuna x fem! vessel! reader x oc.)

iii. yugen.

— a profound awareness of the universe that triggers feelings too deep and mysterious for words.

rating: mature.

warnings: mentions of forced child bearing, violence.

YOUR NEW HOME was small, but much larger than the tiny closet that you had been sleeping in for the past several years. A bed with a mattress lay in the center of the room, the headboard pushed against the wall, and a desk and nightstand were the only other furniture to occupy it. It was much more modern than you had expected, but still kept to the traditional layout that most of the campus had to begin with. It smelled of wood polish, cleaner, and a faint incense that was making your stomach roll unpleasantly.

“They burned sage here,” Sayaka explained quietly. She stood behind you right before the threshold of the door, holding your bag while you scoped out your new abode. The rest of the ten minute walk had been silent between the both of you, filled with Ama-no-Kagaseo’s malice, Sayaka’s worry, and your disturbing apathy at the event. She kept running her fingers over the rope handles of your bag, working at each stray strand until it fell apart. “The previous tenant passed away violently and had lingering energy in the room.”

It was a convenient lie. Sorcerers didn’t ‘haunt’ in the same way that humans would haunt their homes, families, or killers; they did not remain behind at all. Wherever they went, there was no trace of them left behind. You knew that much from a book you’d snuck from Yaga when you were younger, before you were ever a vessel. Sayaka likely didn’t know that you were aware of that fact, nor would you allow her to be. You had to be clever now; you weren’t going to lose your freedom so easily now that you had it. And if that meant hiding things from Sayaka for now, then so be it.

“I see.” Ama-no-Kagaseo’s energy swept through the room and extinguished the incense burning in a corner. The smoke dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, floating up between the slats in the ceiling and encouraged to vanish by an incorporeal hand. You would have a headache later because of the smell, but you already felt better because it was gone. You, like Ama-no-Kagaseo, had an extreme sensitivity to anything purifying or cleansing in nature—although it couldn’t kill you, it could severely cripple your senses enough to the point where you would black out. Whether or not Ama-no-Kagaseo took over was his choice after that. You had discovered that little factoid after accidentally touching a blessed object in an elder’s office. “What am I to do here? I know they wouldn’t just let me stay here without some caveat in return.”

Sayaka followed you inside and set your bag beside the door. “There were whispers of having you keep an eye on Gojou and Itadori Yuuji, but I don’t know if they ever came to an actual decision over it.”

Oh, it was too convenient—in the off chance that Gojou would wield Yuuji to take down the elders and crooked system of clans and power, you would be there to keep them in check, to counterbalance the scales into neutrality’s favor. It was a good plan, a smart one, but you highly doubted they had factored in one thing: Ama-no-Kagaseo did not follow orders.

“Right. Of course not.” You pressed your fingers into the mattress, testing the softness. Beneath the fabric, your fingertips gave way to springs, hard and slightly broken in from where someone else had slept in a specific position. It groaned beneath your slight weight and you pulled back, eyes darting around the room to search for a futon—that would be infinitely more comfortable than this bed. “So, if I’m not going to do that, then what am I going to do? Sit here and rot until they call for me?”

You were bitter, and understandably so. Your freedom was on the leash of the elders who held the other end, usually with an iron fist and heavy hand. You were always raised to never bite the hand that feeds, but it was looking far too tempting right now. You could understand Gojou, just a little bit, and his frustration with the way things worked among the sorcerer society, but it did not make you feel guilty for what Ama-no-Kagaseo did to him. Not quite.

“Just…” Sayaka sighed and sat down on a cushion at the foot of your bed. She hid her hands in her pockets, fiddling with something that sounded vaguely like a chain or chain links clinking together like windchimes. She didn’t seem nervous, for once, but more exhausted—lethargic, even. The dark circles under her eyes were more pronounced than usual, her cheeks sunken and a little wan in the light. You hadn’t paid much mind to the changes in her appearance, but when she let her guard down it was apparent that she was tired. “Be careful. The president of the Kyoto campus is coming soon for the events—no, I didn’t ask—and he’ll want to see you, presumably.”

For just a moment, you had thought she would open up to you. Your gut tumbled with disappointment.

“When am I ever not careful?” With a slight scoff and a roll of your eyes, you evaded the cushion next to her and opted for sitting at the windowsill instead. It offered a perfect view of the courtyard and a small garden out behind it, flowers just barely peeking out over the stone paths. The wood was rough and unsanded, but you tolerated it just to maintain distance between yourself and Sayaka. “My entire life has been nothing but ‘careful’. You don’t have to tell me that, Fujiwara-san.”

You could feel her flinch at the sound of her last name. You never used her last name, at least not in private, much in the same way she only ever used your last name and never your first. It was new, bizarre, and foreign, because she knew, just like you knew, that the tiny chasm that Sayaka herself had made was starting to fissure into something bigger, something that wouldn’t just close on its own.

“Right. What was I thinking?” The sorcerer rubbed her face and exhaled a long breath. With a second glance at you, she got to her feet, shrugging off the vulnerability she had shown and replacing it with the Sayaka you knew. “I’ll leave you to unpack. Dinner is at five; you can join Gojou, Itadori-san and I if you’d like.”

With that offer lingering in the air, she stepped outside your room and shut the door behind her with a quiet ‘snick’ of the lock. It wasn’t locked, but the idea was there—after all, there were no tumblers on the inside of the knob.

“Indecisive.” Ama-no-Kagaseo manifested before you in a bright spurt of black flames, stars writhing inside each individual lick of heat. You reached up to allow him to hover over your palms to which he did so gladly, the fire oddly cold against your skin in comparison to the heat in the air around him. “She knows not what she wants.”

You huffed a breath. “I know. It’s her choice to make, though.”

“Mm.” A brief flash of fire and he was reaching for his human vessel against your chest. He lingered close to it for a moment, but you could feel his thoughts churning in the connection you shared, ponderous and curious. “Interesting.”

“What is?” You inquired, watching as he allowed his human body’s eyes to slide open for the first time in decades. They were completely black and enveloped with stars, much like you had been told how you appeared, and a single blue dot appeared beneath his eye.

“Nothing. For now.” The eyes slid shut and the flame retreated back into your open palms. “Hungry?”

Your stomach was rumbling, but a glance at the clock on your new desk revealed it was just four-thirty. You wondered if you could get away with eating early and retreating to your room again without ever having to run into Gojou or Itadori, although that was highly unlikely. Avoiding anyone here was as impossible as the moon rising before the sun.

“It’s a bit early,” you said instead, leaning against the windowsill and tucking your knees to your chest. You rested your hands on your knees, watching Ama-no-Kagaseo flicker curiously at your denial for food. “It’s okay, I’m not that hungry.”

A quick rush of flames indicated he didn’t believe you, but he went incorporeal afterwards, reverting back to a cool breeze that lingered in the air around you. He likely had nothing else to say or nothing on his mind that was important; he had a habit of doing such lately, though you could never pinpoint why. You supposed that it was not important for him to retain some physical manifestation while he was thinking, or that it was not his priority if he was too deeply in thought.

With a sigh, you sat back and stretched out your legs. You weren’t sure what to do now; years without freedom had put limits on your movements and hobbies. To now be handed that freedom on a silver platter, probably with later conditions, you almost wanted to go back to being stuck in that closet room all day and night. But you couldn’t do that, not when opportunity was already in your grasp.

What did people your age do? You stared outside the window at the stone path, eyebrows furrowed in thought. You were certain they didn’t have a Curse, that’s for sure, and they definitely weren’t a vessel for the world’s most evil being in creation. They also dressed differently from you—you, who looked like you had stepped out of a mystical, traditional Japanese fantasy novel—even when they were required to wear uniforms. Their sense of style and overall mood, just from meeting Itadori Yuuji, was different from yours. You wouldn’t fit in in modern society, or even the sorcerer’s carefully monitored one.

You were stuck, in a sense, in an era that you weren’t born in.

Ama-no-Kagaseo lifted a strand of your hair with an invisible hand in comfort. He was not quick to offer a solution and merely left you to ponder on all of the possibilities within your combined power. After all, they had to be your decisions to count to the council, not his. Any hint that he was persuading you in any way would force them to lock you up in a sealed room and execute you on sight.

But that was the issue, wasn’t it? There weren’t any other female descendants. You were the last remaining female Shiraishi. The men in your clan, while unrelated to you and having married in, were too old or uninterested in obeying the whims of the elders, as was their right. You had no choice in the matter. If you wouldn’t produce an heir willingly, they would make you do it by force—you had been told that they would sweep the women away to a clinic in Tokyo and create a child artificially, guaranteeing a female offspring. You weren’t, but your father was nonexistent in your life and may as well be as dead as your mother.

“Then I’ll just have to end it,” you mumbled to yourself. It was the only right conclusion. You would stop subjecting innocent girls to being vessels and you would simultaneously release Ama-no-Kagaseo in the process. But to do that, you would need help and information from Ryoumen Sukuna. He was, after all, the one who developed the technique to seal Ama-no-Kagaseo into a human body in the first place. He would be gone as soon as all twenty fingers were found, anyway, so there was no risk for him to be resealed again. You would just have to bide your time and wait carefully until the time was right. “What do you  think, Ama-no-Kagaseo?”

In your connection, you felt him full heartedly agree—but there was also reluctance there, hesitation.

“What is it?” You inquired softly. He surprised you by completely manifesting—a childlike version of his personal form, indicative of his tumultuous emotions because, even though he was a god, he experienced emotions on a childlike level, experiencing them for the first time—and pushing himself into your arms, uncaring of his actual physical form against your chest. “Amatsumikaboshi?”

His white hair, turning a dark blue and then black towards the ends, brushed against your arms as he further wormed his way against your side, just small enough to fit on the window seat with you. He wore a drastically oversized yukata decorated with a dragon scale design, expensive, and of the same fabric as your kimono. A golden eye, as gold as doubloons, peered at you from behind a fringe of snowy white strands, and atop his head sat two sharp horns, each as white as his hair and darkening to blue towards the points. He was not as intimidating like this, but you still held the same respect for him, and he you.

“No.”

Amused, you raised an eyebrow and rested a hand on his head, combing through the strands soothingly much in the way he would yours when you were tired. “‘No’, what?”

Amatsumikaboshi—not Ama-no-Kagaseo, for this was no normal representation of a false identity—fixed you with a determined stare. He was of so few words that you only understood him through his emotions, new and unexplored as they were, and he was keeping them from you for some reason, fixed on the idea that he was going to tell you himself.

“No separation.” He frowned, then, and reached for your heart, and traced it back to his. “No split.”

“Oh.” You blinked at him, then, tilting your head to further meet his eyes. His pupils were unusual slits now, some link to a dragonic form you didn’t know of. “But we will part some day, Amatsumikaboshi. I’m only human.”

He seemed angry at that fact, eyebrows furrowing at being reminded of it. He never liked being reminded of your very finite life, at risk every time you got sick or ate something that could have been laced with poison. He glared—glared at his human form—and all at once, seemed to come to a conclusion. Some invisible future began playing out in his head, all of his own creation, and whatever it was, it made a smile appear on his face. It was the first time you’d ever seen him smile out of happiness, at least in a physical body you could see. You’d felt the others against your skin or hair, but seeing it was a different thing entirely.

“Do not worry,” he said after a few moments of silence, meeting your concerned gaze once more with disturbing intensity. “I can fix it.”

“Fix it?” You echoed. You reached forward and adjusted a fold of his yukata that threatened to crease, usually out of habit of doing it to your own. He grabbed your hand and placed it back on his head instead, waiting patiently for you to resume petting him. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing. Yet.” He rested his head against the juncture of your shoulder and chest, a hand creeping up to rest against your heart and feel the gentle beat against his fingers. “For now.”

Blinking, you were about to question him further when your stomach interrupted you. A loud growl tore through the momentary silence and Amatsumikaboshi snickered, sitting upright, all questions and thoughts forgotten—or at least ignored.

“Eat,” he said, a hint of a smile still on his face, and leaning forward, brushed a kiss against your cheek. And then he was gone in a rush of blue, black, and white sparks, as incorporeal as he was before.

You sat on the windowsill, a blush creeping up your neck, and touched the tingling skin on your cheek in slight shock. You knew he was watching you, amusement rushing through your connection, and something else—so fast you couldn’t even guess as to what it was—and probably laughing to himself.

Embarrassed, you got to your feet and slipped on your shoes, heading down the hall towards the room where Sayaka had invited you to eat with her, Gojou, and Itadori Yuuji. Hopefully they didn’t mind you being a little late.

Before you could even turn a corner, a man was staring at you—dressed entirely in black and wielding a dagger in his right hand.

“Who are you?” You demanded. He didn’t answer.

Instead, your vision went white, and before you knew it, you were back inside your consciousness, inside Ama-no-Kagaseo’s domain, except you were keenly aware of your physical body hitting the floor and Ama-no-Kagaseo’s true form standing right beside you.

“Ama-no-Kagaseo,” you whispered, shock weaving into your voice as he carefully enveloped you into his arms, much like you had earlier. He was two heads taller than you in this personal representation of himself, warm, and lean. “What happened? Why am I here?”

He hummed against your head thoughtfully, dark and insidious. “Someone is trying to break my connection to you.”

“What?” You pulled back to stare him in the face, watching those golden eyes flicker over your face as if memorizing a dream. “What do you mean ‘break’ it?”

“Don’t worry.” Ama-no-Kagaseo smiled indulgently and pulled you closer again, your ear pressed against his chest—and to your shock, the steady beat of a heart sounding against your ear. “No power in this universe will ever separate us.”

And for once, you didn’t really believe him. 

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Ten Years - JJ Maybank

Request: could u write something abt y/n and jj who have been together since they were like 12 and just make it super fluffy🥰

A/N: so there wasn’t really like, a full plot request so I just kinda went with this...hope you like it!

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JJ stood in the entrance to the dressing room, phone in hand as he texted back and forth with Pope and swiped through different online stores. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of actual trousers, a far cry from the cheap ones he used to wear when he bused tables at the island club. He was supposed to be trying on different suits but it’d taken you an hour just to get him into these pants, you couldn’t imagine how the rest of the shopping trip was going to go. 

“Matching sweatshirts?” JJ asked, holding his phone out to show you a picture of dorky matching sweatshirts that said ‘player 1’ and ‘player 2’ respectively.  

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you rubbed a hand against your forehead and took a deep breath. You should have known that trying to shop would go south with JJ. “I love you so much but there is no way in hell I’m wearing matching sweatshirts with you.” 

“I can’t believe you’re not gonna wear matching sweatshirts with me.” JJ whined, pulling his phone away to send the picture to Pope. “I’m gonna get a new girlfriend who will.”   

“Ask Pope.”

“I am.” He replied, continuing to text.  

“Not right now JJ! You’re supposed to be getting a suit anyway, not standing around on your phone shopping for cheesy sweatshirts.” You sighed, finally standing up from the ottoman that was available for seating outside the dressing room. You tried to grab his phone from him but he slid away, socked feet gliding on the laminated floor. He backed further into the dressing area, toward the stall you’d ushered him into earlier.  

“What if you didn’t have to wear it out?” He asked, holding his phone out of reach when you tried to grab it again. As much as you enjoyed the sight of JJ in nothing but a pair of nice pants, and you did enjoy the sight quite a lot, he was starting to get on your last nerve. Especially when he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you against him, still holding the phone away with his other hand.  

“So what I’m just gonna walk around our house wearing a sweatshirt?” You asked. The little blue ranch house that you and JJ were renting on the cut was set back a little from the road but it wasn’t entirely void of neighbors. Not to mention the amount of times any of the pogues dropped in without warning. When you looked up at him you realized his eyes had glazed over, pupils dilated as he stared, completely unashamed, right down the front of your tank top. “JJ!”

“What...you in only a sweatshirt? Let’s skip all this and go straight to the honeymoon.” He suggested, grinning as he leaned in to kiss you.  

You let him, though you finally gave in to the eyeroll as he pulled away from you. It was like trying to corral a child into doing something. “Not exactly doing the big tent wedding here J. Now pick a suit.” 

“But if you don’t have to go out?” He whined, mind still on his stupid sweatshirt idea. You’d never matched clothes before and you’d heard him on more than one occasion mock couples who did, so why he was suddenly interested in the cheesy tradition was beyond you.  

“Oh my god, buy the sweatshirt, please.” You groaned, stepping completely away and heading back out of the dressing room, “but finish trying on suits first!”  

“Love you!” 

Your mom wanted a big wedding with all the people she was friends with invited as well as family members none of you had even seen in your lifetime but you had refused. It felt silly to do the big white wedding, silly and costly and not like you and JJ at all. The money saved for it had been spent on converting a VW bus that was a nicer version of the Twinkie, that he had parked out front of the house you’d been renting together since you turned nineteen.  

Still, even without the wedding, you wanted a semi-nice dress and him in a suit when the two of you went to City Hall at the end of the week to get married.  

Married. You were waiting for the word to make you feel different but so far it just felt normal. Like it was just supposed to happen.  

-

“Why are your eyes covered?” You laughed, walking into the living room to see JJ standing there in his suit with his hands covering his eyes. He’d obviously just been smoking before you came in because his juul was still in his hand too, trapped between his fingers.  

“I don’t wanna see you before the wedding!” He exclaimed.  

“You’re driving,” You laughed, grabbing at his hands. When you pulled them away he had his eyes shut. “JJ, open your eyes.” 

He opened one eye and then the other, slowing smiling as he took in the sight of you in the simple white dress, you’d picked out with Sarah a few weeks ago. It’d been sitting wrapped up in the closet so he couldn’t see it without you in it. “You look really beautiful.” He finally said, kissing you. “You’d look even more beautiful in matching sweatshirts.” JJ teased.  

“Oh my god JJ. I’m not wearing matching sweatshirts to get married.” You replied, taking the juul from him so you could put it away.  

“Then I guess the dress works.”

“Wow thanks.” You laughed.

Before you could walk away from him JJ grabbed your arm, drawing your attention back to him. “Hey, before we go-“

“We have like thirty minutes to get there.” You said, cutting him off. There was no way the two of you were going to make it in time.  

“It’ll be quick, promise.”

“What?” 

“I know we’re not doing vows but I didn’t exactly get any points for a romantic proposal either...considering. So I just wanted to say something before we leave, without everyone else around.”   

JJ’s ‘proposal’ had come about on a Tuesday morning. It wasn’t romantic, there wasn’t even a ring picked out yet. Instead JJ had been sitting on the other side of the island, trying to steal pieces of bacon off of Pope’s plate while he was in the bathroom, when you told him that your mom was giving you a hard time about the two of you living together.  

Your mom’s favorite words were ‘just a phase’ when she talked about you and JJ. It was just a phase that you were going through that had you attracted to someone she viewed as a ‘bad boy’ in every cliched sense of the term. Though you highly doubted at 22 that it was a phase. Especially when you’d spent the last ten years basically dating. Since the 6th grade winter formal when JJ asked you to dance with him.  

“She said ‘once you get out from under that roof you’ll see’ and I told her that I’m never moving. We’re gonna like get married and get a cat and have windchimes like Lana.” You had said, smacking JJ’s hand, “stop eating Pope’s food.”

“He abandoned it.” JJ pointed out.

“He’s in the bathroom, stop it.” You said, waving the spatula at him. “Anyway...she just...” you groaned, “I can’t stand when she does that like. We’re not in highschool anymore. Why can’t she drop the whole ‘this is temporary’ thing like...do you see these four walls? Not temporary.”

“Marry me?”

“What?” You froze, spatula in hand, staring at him in surprise.  

“Marry me.” He shrugged. “You said it yourself, this isn’t temporary. So, marry me.”

The wedding day, though it wasn’t really a wedding, had come quicker than the two of you had expected and now, if you weren’t out the door in five minutes, you knew that you’d be late. JJ was an erratic driver but nothing would get you to the other side of the island on time.  

“You’re gonna make me cry before we even get to the courthouse?” You asked, already feeling yourself get teared up. “That’s mean JJ.”

“I just want you to know,” He started to say, trying not to laugh when he realized you were starting to cry, “hey, come on...I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“I know, I know I just-” you looked up at the ceiling and blinked a few times, “oh god this mascara isn’t waterproof.”

“We’ll survive if your makeup doesn’t stay intact.” He promised.  

“JJ!” You laughed. “Okay fine, go, I won’t cry. I just...won’t look at you.”  

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“Just say the thing.” You insisted, waving your hand for him to go ahead.  

“When I asked you to marry me it was spur of the moment but it wasn’t just something I said because I thought it’d be fun or cute or whatever. We’ve been through...hell...together and I know how hard it's been and there isn’t any guarantee that it won’t be hard-”

“That sounds awesome,” you laughed but JJ could already hear the slight crack in your voice.  

“-shut up. You never let me finish anything.”  

“I do too!”

“You literally just interrupted me trying to be nice and tell you something romantic.”

“I’m sorry...go ahead.”

“No, the moment’s ruined.” JJ shrugged, grabbing his backpack off the table so that the two of you could leave.

You grabbed JJ’s hand, trying to pull him back toward the middle of the living room and away from the door, “no finish, tell me!”

“Fine, fine. You’re such a brat.” He laughed, “I was gonna say-”

The door opened and you groaned as Pope stuck his head in, “yo...guys, lets go.”  

“Hold on!” You whined and JJ wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and kissing your forehead.

“I’ll tell you later, while we’re in our matching sweatshirts.”

“Unbelieveable.”

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