#its from march lolol

[fagladder]

veeery old frostbite au art

[zorkaya-moved]

this is something I've been thinking about on my own these days, it's just smth I noticed with myself when I get a bit too nervous and I feel like I'm not interesting and then I try to overcompensate by seemingly pushing ideas out (thanks anxiety) so... please, if my plots / asks / starters aren't to your liking & you want to do smth different - tell me. it's totally alright. I prefer when people are honest with me. I can get very intense or rambly, so never be afraid to correct me or ask for something different! I can't read minds and I just want to make our interactions fun and not stressful! :D

[mydearesthrry]

the morning after - h.s.

a/n: so its soooo rare that i see what happens the day after a friendstolovers fic sooooo i wanted to make one but have it actually he realistic (lolol) so fhis is what that is. enjoyyy (also wrote this high as shit so if it doesnt make sense idk)

wc: 700 of fluff

Y/N rolled over in her bed, eyes clenched shut as she tried to adjust to the bright light shining through her curtains, her hair a mountain of frizz atop her head. She burrowed herself deeper into her pillow as she tried to hold onto the last bit of sleep she had, only to fail when she remembered what had happened last night.

She kissed him. She kissed Harry.

Her eyes shot open when she’d remembered what she’d done, her heart jumping out of her chest and making its way up to her throat. What was she going to do?

She gnawed on her lip as she got distracted in thought, trying to plan out how she was going to bring it up with Harry. But… there was no time like the present to rip off the bandaid, she guesses

Pushing her covers off of herself quickly, she marched to her door and threw it open before she could even regret it, the loud creak notifying Harry almost immediately that she was awake.

“Hey, princess!” Harry called from downstairs, making her nearly fall down the stairs.

“H-hi, H,” She stumbled, cursing herself when her voice broke. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, good,” he nodded, eyes still downward, watching the frying pan. “Wha’ about you?”

“Oh, good, yeah,” She cleared her throat, pulling out a stool at the counter to sit on. “Have any plans today?”

She was honestly surprised at how nonchalant she was being, especially with her best friend, who, not even 12 hours earlier, had his tongue down her throat.

“Umm, not that I can remember.” He shook his head, turning his head quickly to smile at her.

“Oh, cool, cool.” She said through a yawn. Fuck. So much for keeping cool. Now he probably thinks she’s bored of him.

A few beats of silence passed before Harry pushed the pan up to the back burners of the stove, turning to face her. “So?”

“So…” She continued.

“Y’gonna come over here and give me my morning cuddle, or wha’?” He held his arms out expectantly, almost annoyed that she hadn’t gone over to him in the 5 minutes she’s been in the kitchen.

“Oh, sorry,” She squeaked, hopping off the stool and making quick movements to get to her best friend. “Hiiii.”

“Hi, lovie,” He sighed, wrapping his arms around her neck tightly in a hug, his nose burrowed into the top of her head, inhaling her scent.

“Sorry I forgot about your cuddle,” She whispered, pressing the side of her face against his chest, her arms around his waist. “Didn’t mean to.”

She didn’t know how quite to feel. The fact that he hadn’t brought it up at all was stressing her out, because she didn’t know if she was supposed to. Or if he was waiting for her to bring it up like she was waiting for him to.

“‘S okay,” He promised, pressing a kiss to her head. “But, y’know how y’can make it up t’me?”

“How?”

“By givin’ me a kiss. Fact that y’making me wait s’long to taste your lips again after I was nearly insatiable last night feels a little mean t’me.”

“Oh!” She said, pulling back just enough to see his face. “I didn’t know if you remembered that or… or still wanted it.”

“Baby,” He sighed, walking them over to the couch and pulling her onto his lap. “I will always, always want you. I will always want this. Jus’ having you here, close— closer, just how I always wanted to? ‘S a fucking dream, baby,” He murmured, leaning in to just touch the tip of his nose to hers. “You’re a dream.”

And with that, he placed the softest of kisses to her unexpecting lips, humming in content. “I’ll always want you, and I’ll always need you.”

“Promise?”

“Til’ the day I die, sweet girl.”

[umeminyan]

kaiii hiii ( ≽⩊≼ ) ₊ ˙ ⊹ . i hope you’ve been doing well and the days are kind to you! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ i loved seeing your bits and screenshots from completing the hsr quest. what are your current opinions on all new characters? <3

manu !! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა i wish you a day as lovely as yourself <3 hehe thank u for the question ( and sorry for taking so long to answer (◞‸◟) ) !!! i will put the answers utc because spoilers 🚨🚨

starting from yunli — she's an absolute cutie !! 🥺 her trailer was so silly ( jy was so sexy in there too >///< ) i love how competitive she gets with yanqing + she's so fun to play !! :D its rather comical how big her sword too lolol + but honestly its her relation to zhuming and yingxing that pushed me to pull for her hehe :3

i thought jiaoqiu was just a sexy sly mischievous fox man >< i didnt expect him to have a seemingly deep trauma with the borisins :O though the contrast of roles he plays in the main quest compared to the the event story is so funny 😆 i love how he helped march by giving the ipc workers diarrhea lmaoo + but from the gameplay aspect, i dont think i will pull for him T_T the nerfs beam hoyo shot him with is deterring me ( unless i manage to acquire acheron someday lulz :< )

i really love the scales and gradients on lingsha's arms and legs !! ૮꒰ྀི∩ ˃o˂ ∩꒱ྀིა it's quite different from how they usually gave vidyadharas horns and tails hehe ( just a little note .. i think this diversity (?) in hsr characters' designs are so nice to see — esp how these differences probably has connection to the lore >.< ) though i dont think i will pull for her :'3 my currently owned sustain characters are enough and i need to save up too ...

"why do you left feixiao and moze out?"

[billsfangearring]

Honestly we (@billsfangearring @mblematic and @tahtahfornow) don't even know where to begin introducing @broomsticks right now. Jackie, you are the most AMAZING gift to this whole freaking fandom, like <3<3<3

First of all, you are a super talented writer with SUCH a gift for setting moods and choosing the PERFECT words and publishing so many beautiful, deeply compelling femslash and rarepair and dark fics! There wouldn’t even BE certain tags (Petunia/Angelina??) without you and your gorgeous vivid imagination. You are out here doing the lord’s work and nourishing some seriously underfed circles of hp fandom <3 and all we can say is THANK YOU, thank you, thaaaank you!!!!

Also you put out some amazing content for the tamer/more basic fans among us lol... your wolfstar?? your remadora?? absolute perfection with a side of magical trademark Jackie uniqueness... e.g. wolfstar from Peter’s pov, e.g. “awoo without plot,” e.g. Luna/Ginny in the garden... etc. etc. we could go on for hours. 

And not ONLY are you an amazing fic writer (!!), but you are, we think, THE kindest, most encouraging, most empathetic, most welcoming and genuinely inclusive/inclusivity-committed person we have had the fortune of encountering in this fandom! Ever! And maybe outside of the fandom too lolol.

You put so much effort and so many spoons (YOUR SILVERWARE DRAWER MUST BE SO FULL) into crafting beautiful, meaningful comments on fics that make all the work of writing SO WORTH IT for your lucky recipients, and also into reccing and boosting your fellow fic writers’ work and making us all feel so seen & appreciated & loved. (Umm Mutuals March?? You have been so kind, so generous with your time and energy, really, ohmygosh)! On top of that, you're a brilliant beta and cheerleader during the writing and editing process! You have so much insight and kindness, which combine into something extraordinary. You make us better people just by being your lovely self and sharing that with us – you truly are a rare and beautiful spirit who lights up this entire corner of the internet like a shining sun. 

And. AND. Your love for fandom itself is an inspiration. On top of all of the above, you’ve dedicated so much time since joining us jaded veterans to understanding the fandom community and its history and envisioning how to improve its culture that we all forget you haven’t been here for years! Your passion and curiosity are unmatched, and it's such a privilege to learn from you in Discord discussions, your tumblr posts, and your excellently curated and tagged reblogs on this hellsite. Thank you for your service ;)

[personally i wouldn’t even be here now if not for you so you have my eternal thanks for dragging me into the hellsite <3<3 and also for being your wonderful, wonderful self. – June]  

[I would probably be here but I’d definitely be sadder!! My eternal thanks for making both tumblr & discord a happier zone that I will never ever ever ever be able to leave. I will continue to come to you for advice p much for the rest of my life probs?? Hope you’re ready for THAT moohaha – Molly]

[I would probably still be here too but wouldn’t have written any of my own fics or nerded out quite so hard on all things fandom, so thank you for saving me from that comparatively lame existence. <3 How is it that you’re younger than me but also who I want to be when I grow up? (Don’t answer that.) – Billie]

Thank you for everything you write and everything you do, we love you so much!!!! <3

Fic recs and more below the cut!

FICS

Please check the tags for any content warnings for these fics! Take care of yourselves!

but tonight your hand is steady (James/Lily, T, 2k) – a genius character study of my (Billie's) girl Lily that showcases Jackie’s incredible economy of language without sacrificing its beauty.

the grace unasked for (Remus/Tonks, T, 17.5k) – the oh-so-lovely remadora chaptered fic! Exquisite!

how i met your mother (Fleur/Gilderoy, E, 300) – this is the Lockhart fic we all needed. Why is this canon now? Somebody get JKR on the phone (jk keep JKR away from the good stuff) 

More Than This (Remus/Sirius, T, 3k) – my (June's) fave peter POV wolfstar! Such a well done ace Peter and the clever outsider pov wolfstar makes me insane!

pleasing her (Cho/Parvati, T, 200) – DARK!FIC CHO/PAVARTI incredible. DARK. I sincerely yelled at my computer about this one, it’s incredibly effective. 

Poster of a Girl (Sirius/Bellatrix, M, 2k) – weirdly lovely mind-bendy (for me, Molly) fic with Blackcest (Sirius/Bellatrix) and Sirius experiencing gender dysphoria. 

sooner or later (it's over) (Peter/Regulus, T, 1k) – a reverse-chronological Peter character study with some brutal turns of phrase and an utterly underappreciated ship!

sssister (Astoria/Daphne, M, 300) – “Molly don’t rec snake sex fic AGAIN” I DO WHAT I WANT

incandescence (i see me in you) (Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, E, 2.5k) – non-HP but hottttttt HOTD fic!!!

REC LISTS

Please check the tags of the recced fics for content warnings too!

leftsidedown's Collections – we would like to point you to the collections Jackie has been very quietly maintaining on AO3 with themed fic recs on top of all the rec lists she posts on tumblr! 

we love butch lesbians in this house – speaking of tumblr rec lists, Jackie always has the most interesting themes, such as multifandom butch rep…

femslash fic recs: ginny + infidelity – …this incredibly specific topic with multiple fics per pairing…

15 het Remus rare ships – …and further showing off her multishipper chops with these het (gasp!) Remus rare pairs.

halloween-themed wolfstar rec bingo – Jackie also does really fun themed bingo card rec lists, like this Halloween Wolfstar one…

dark fiction halloween rec bingo – …these darker and creepier spooky season recs…

wolfstar autumn rec bingo – …and these recs containing all the fall vibes you could ever wish for!

FANDOM ANALYSIS

What was the HP fandom on AO3 writing in 2022?

more miscellaneous stats for HP fics updated in 2022

wolfstar fandom survey results

atyd fic popularity stats

no. of kudos and age of fic: some very confused stats? – more “popularity” over time stats for fics featuring the biggest hp ships

The Fanfic Maverick: Fanfiction History with Talkin' Fanfic PART TWO – liveblogging a fandom history podcast episode with added links!

Fansplaining: Fan Labor, Fan Consumption – liveblogging a fandom meta podcast episode on fan labor!

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Whew! We could go on but this post is already very long (thank you for appreciating broomsticks enough to read to the end!) so we'll leave things here. We adore you, Jackie!

Love,

Billie, June, and Molly <3

[idv-thespians]

INTRO POST

Weeeelcome! This blog is run by our lovely director, mun fifi! When viewing a play, what is it you desire? Laughter? Grief? Or perhaps, walking away a little bemused? I am your lovely director, and I will certainly fulfil all your wishes! My darlings , sit tight, relax, and have fun! (credit: @cafekitsune for the banners)

EVENTS

Action! Check out the March 11 murder mystery event!

THE CAST

What’s a great show without its actors? Surely, you must learn of our quintet of mystery! Whether you thirst for revenge, aim for the stars, or deep within your heart, I hope, as the director of this comedic tragedy, that your desire resonates with theirs!

MAIN CHARACTERS:

Shiloh Monroe (Survivor, hunter switch available) Elaine Schreiber (Survivor, hunter switch available) Quinn Stewart (Survivor, hunter switch available) Hugo Drakenburg (Survivor, hunter switch available) Liam Hubert (Hunter, survivor switch available)

SIDE CHARACTERS:

Andrea Boulanger Aldrich Monroe Minerva Monroe ”Officer Orr” (also known as: Jonathan Orr)

RULES

This blog WILL cover dark topics including but not limited to: death, death of loved ones, alcoholism, gaslighting, manipulation, poisoning and violence. I tag all triggering content with “tw [content]”.

Mun is 18, but overly nsfw asks will be deleted. If an ask makes me uncomfortable, I will address it. If you want to ask about an ask you sent, feel free~

Mun will not always answer asks and/or rps quickly frequently due to real life, but if an ask and/or rp hasn’t been addressed in a week, feel free to drop a kind reminder. Mun will not always answer asks and/or rps quickly frequently due to real life, but if an ask and/or rp hasn’t been addressed in a week, feel free to drop a kind reminder.

I try to match my rp length to the length I receive. Keyword try. Do let me know if you find my rp length too long/short and I will try my best to adjust accordingly.

Try to limit god-modding, I’m not strict with this because the only issue is it ruins the fun, but sometimes it can be fun. I’m open about it, fret not. Also, magic anons are allowed!

SKIN TRIBUTE CORNER

A HUUGE thank you to you, my most adoring fans who made these amazing costumes for our participants !!! I am in tears every time you bless my eyes with thine divine creations! Our actors appreciate it as well~ feel free to ask them about their skins- or perhaps, these “skins” might be a little… more than so? — all skins that AREN’T mine will have the creator’s name next to it!

Shiloh Monroe

(SS) King of Lies

(S) Dolos (Nini)

(S) Ringmaster (Yami)

(S) That one Lady Bella skin (Joe)

(A) Devil’s Train (Yami)

(A) Ad Aspera Per Astra [ONCE]

(A) Mr Ripley [Deduction Star]

(B) Green Axolotl (Pins)

(B) Sapphire Blue (Pins)

Elaine Schreiber

(S) Marmoris

(S) Allay (Pins)

(S) That one firefly skin (Joe)

(A) Phoenix Ring (Pins)

(A) Blue Monarch (Pins)

(A) Belle [Deduction Star]

(B) Assistant of the Messenger (Sleepy)

(B) Orderly Poem (Yami)

(B) Envoy of Knowledge (Yami)

Quinn Stewart

(S) Graceful Swan (Pins)

(S) Found

(A) Voice of Reason (Yami)

(A) The Guiding Light (Yami)

Hugo Drakenburg

(S) Explorer from Above

(A) The Dynamite Gentleman (Yami)

(A) London Merchant [Deduction Star]

(B) Trapped on the Carousel (Yami)

Liam Hubert

(SS) The Mourner

(S) Forlorn Groom

(S) B-52

(S) The Elder God of Winter (Yami)

(S) Harlequinn (Yami)

(A) Heart of the Night (Yami)

(A) Midnight Phantom (Yami)

(A) The Old Radio Host (Yami)

(A) Wise, Rich Groom (Yami)

(A) Glitched Guest (Yami)

(A) The Plague (Pins)

(A) Ivory Night (Pins)

(A) Enderman (Pins)

(A) Lumine Lunae Ductus [ONCE]

(A) The Raven [Deduction Star]

Andrea Boulanger

Kiana Dean (Yami) (Technically she counts LOLOL)

[hotarutranslations]

Miyagi--!

Evening

Next week, on the 27th (Sat) 6:30pm~

Sendai Broadcast-san's "Did You Know!? Have You Eaten It!? Everyone's #MiyagiMeshi Project supported by Midori Gin Soda" is airing! Everyone in Miyagi, look forward to it! And!

I thought about saying this at the MC today,

I was overflowing with feelings of, The live was fun, thank you! I forgot~~~🫣🫣

Last week in Miyagi was AraKashi, Today was the live, Next week there is another show, There is something to look forward to for 3 consecutive weeks,

!!

Thank you very much

Miyagi! It was fun! Did you enjoy it!

It looks fun! lolol

Its the same for every performance but,

A scene I can only see here, Voices I can only hear here, These feelings that are only here,

Really with this,

It ends up becoming like, after all, especially… Performing around locally, already, gives me so much energy!

I think this, for me, in particular!

For the fans as well, I can feel that you are watching over us like, Thats right~ Thats right~ lol

Even with the staff, They are simply happy to receive gifts, They lined up to receive their bread lol

Also, they praised! Miyagi! Today everyone was really hot, right!

Its thanks to everyone's lots of support~~

Waaa~~ With the songs this time? there aren't many places to wave your hands a ton, Its hard to see in the venue though~~

I'm happy but troubled~~

I was wrapped in it, thank you very much💙

Performances in Tohoku… (Saying that, we only went to Miyagi this time)🤨 We are able to always come, because of the people who gather here

Saying that, I would be happy if I could be of help too---😎🫶🏻

But, look, with this time as well, still, I want to go here next time, Its too bad we couldn't go there today, There were those voicing that, fufufufu, I'm sure that's right~~ You want to come, right~~ its fine to come over~~

Next time, I hope that the timing and convenience of it will match for you, I'm thinking that too🫶🏻

There were really a lot of Ayumin calls today! Thank you very much!

As I've reached, 700 solo concert performances,👏🏻 I'm still a little nervous, when it comes to my hometown but-- lol

Thank you very much for your support for now on🏅

Thank you for your hard work today, too!

My Birthday Event DVD is on sale❤️

Applications Here →April 26th 11:59PM Deadline

DVD "Morning Musume '24 Ishida Ayumi Birthday Event DVD"

📺Hello Pro Dance Gakuen Season 11

April 18th 11:30PM~ A Learning From TSUKUSHI-san Adventure🕺

Sendai Broadcast "Ara Ara Kashiko" April 13th (Sat) at 10:25AM~ Ishida Ayumi Goes~!

I appear once a month as part of the AraKashi Family

The previous shows, and makings, are on OX VIDEO STORE!

Thank you for following.. Instagram💙🩵

💿

May 15th Release Morning Musume '23 Concert Tour Fall "Neverending Shine Show ~Seiki~" Fukumura Mizuki Graduation Special YokoAri's 2nd Day With Fukumura-san's Graduation Performance

May 15th Release Morning Musume '23 Concert Tour Fall "Neverending Shine Show" SPECIAL YokoAri's 1st Day With OG Performances

🪩Spring Tour Has Been Decided Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Spring MOTTO MORNING MUSUME

We'll be going around the country from March 16th!

🪩JAPAN JAM Morning Musume '24 will be performing on May 3rd!

⚾️《LIVE DAYS！～Exciting Big Exhibition Match～》 June 2nd(Sun), after the Hokkaido Ham Fighters vs. Yokohama DeNa Baystars match, Morning Musume '24 will be having a special mini live!

🪩The MusiQuest 2024 July 21st (Sun) PiaArena MM

We're challenging a new festival stage❤️‍🔥 Absolutely, Definitely, Thank you for your support❤️‍🔥

🍉Sanrio Character Grand Prix Thank you very much for supporting Gaokki🍉

📻Morning Musume '24 Morning Jogakuin ~Houkago Meeting~

Airs Every Saturday, On Radio Nihon at 12:00AM~

Past Broadcast Episodes Are Available →Program Details

Yamazaki Mei's Panda-san Daisuki!! ~Expressing Love Towards My Favorite Panda-san♡ ver.~ in Adventure World

Yamazaki Mei's Panda-san Daisuki!! Mei-chan's Holiday. Adventure World with Oda-san and Ishida-san

see you ayumin <3 https://ameblo.jp/morningmusume-10ki/entry-12849151280.html

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: “The Black Gate Opens”

What’s this?? Another chapter review within a week of the last one??? Gasp! Incredible! Unheard of!

(I just didn’t have a lot of stuff to draw for the last chapter, haha. We’ll see how this one goes.)

Haha another reference to people traveling “in the van”. Guess I’ll have to draw another Volkswagen ;-P

Aww, Merry is left behind…poor thing. Poor all of them, really.

“Bergil was with him, and he also was downcast; for his father was to march leading a company of the Men of the City: he could not rejoin the Guard until his case was judged.” Oh nooo, Bergil, bby 🥺 Has to watch his father leave, wondering if he’ll come back. Argh.

And Merry has to do the same thing with Pippin!! Argh! This is just like that one scene in the movie, but without Aragorn at his side to comfort him…

“Everyone that he cared for had gone away into the gloom that hung over the distant eastern sky; and little hope at all was left in his heart that he would ever see any of them again.” Merry noooooooo 😭😭

“He was roused by the touch of Bergil’s hand. ‘Come, Master Perian!’ said the lad. ‘You are still in pain, I see. I will help you back to the Healers. But do not fear! They will come back. The Men of Minas Tirith will never be overcome. And now they have the Lord Elfstone, and Beregond of the Guard too.’” BBY SON 😭😭😭 Bergil has inherited his father’s defiant optimism. You keep up your spirits, buddy.

The king’s head!! They put the king’s head back on the statue!!

And they broke the bridge to Minas Morgul and set fire to the sickly white flowers. Good. This may only be small pocket change compared to the might of Mordor, but any way they can destroy the darkness and ruin and replace it with beauty and light is a good thing.

Imrahil urging them to use the name “King Elessar” for the psychic damage is GoodTM.

EYYYYYY MABLUNG MY DUDE

Aragorn guessing the mind of Sauron is giving me huge Death Note vibes. “He knows that I know that he knows, etc. etc…”

Oh now this is interesting. Some of the men from Rohan and Lossnarch are too afraid to keep going towards Mordor, so instead of scolding them, Aragorn tells them to turn back and take the port city of Cair Andros back from the enemy if they can. Some of them do, and it’s good, because they’ll still have the chance to prove their courage with a battle that’s more their speed. And others choose to stay with Aragorn, who treated their weakness with kindness.

I could make SO many spiritual parallels here, like SO many, but I think I’ll save that for a future essay post.

Ohhhhhohoho Mouth of Sauron time—

“At its head there rode a tall and evil shape, mounted upon a black horse, if horse it was; for it was huge and hideous, and its face was a frightful mask, more like a skull than a living head, and in the sockets of its eyes and in its nostrils there burned a flame.” OHOHOHO DUUUUUUUDE

NOBODY TOLD ME THAT THE HORSE OF THE MOUTH OF SAURON WAS THIS METAL BRUH

Aragorn: *has a staring contest with the Mouth of Sauron* The Mouth: “I CAME OUT HERE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AND I’M HONESTLY FEELING SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW”

“And there to the wonder and dismay of all the Captains [the Messenger] held up first the short sword that Sam had carried, and next a grey cloak with an elven-brooch, and last the coat of mithril-mail that Frodo had worn wrapped in his tattered garments.” aND A BROKEN PAIR OF EYEGLASSES HAHAHA F R I C K—

Gandalf: “Bring out the halfling, and we’ll consider your terms!” The Mouth: “👀 Umm…ahaha…about that…er, ah, FOOLS! HOW DARE YOU CHALLENGE SAURON!”

I love the fact that the Mouth of Sauron panics here 🤣🤣 HE DOESN’T HAVE FRODO!! SAM CAME AND GOT HIM AND THEY ESCAPED! LOLOL

Actually, if you look at his words carefully, you can tell that Sauron actually has no idea how bad he fumbled this. He speaks of ONE Halfling, not two. He speaks of a SPY, not a carrier of the Ring. He briefly panics when Gandalf demands to see Frodo as evidence. Don’t you think Sauron would take the chance to brag about it, if he’d gotten the Ring back from Frodo?? But he hasn’t!! The Halfling(s) slipped through his grasp! And he has NO IDEA how big of a cock-up this is!!! HAHAHAHAHA GET REKT DIAPER-BABY

But in the moment, we don’t have time to pick apart his words. In the moment, the tiny army of the Free Peoples is surrounded by an enemy host more than ten times their size. It is reasonable to assume that they are all about to die. Hoooolyyyy crap.

Pippin thinking these grim thoughts about the end of his life, noooo. “I might as well die quickly and get it over with. It’s all gone wrong.” And he thinks of Merry, and he thinks of Frodo, and “I wish I could see cool sunlight and green grass again!”, and AAAAAHHHHHHH—

AND HE STABS!! A TROLL!! TO SAVE BEREGOND’S LIFE!!! AND IT FALLS ON TOP OF HIM AND CRUSHES HIM AND I *SCREEECH*

*sobbing* The Eagles are coming! The E-eagles are comi-hi-hiiing!

“‘This is my tale, and it is ended now. Good-bye!’ And his thought fled far away and his eyes saw no more.”

SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP 😭😭😭

(I would just like to issue a formal note of gratitude to C. S. Lewis for not letting Tolkien HECKING KILL PIPPIN in this scene. You have done the Lord’s work, sir. We salute you.) EDIT: Sorry, this is an unconfirmed rumor started by the RotK movie trivia website. Should’ve checked my facts first. :-P More discussion can be found here.

[angry-geese]

Blood Ties - Chapter Fourty-Six: Lithopedion

soulmate au Choso x reader

Warnings: character death, canon typical violence, manga spoilers

Synopsis: the sorcerers have finally located Angel. Unfortunaly for them, her help comes at a price

a/n: I've only forgotten to post this for about what? five months now /hj anyway sorry! lolol

Word count: 2.7k

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As long as humanity has existed, so has the string of fate. As long as the string of fate has existed, so has a sorcerer capable of manipulating it.

In the air is the smell of decay, and a damp cold that seems to sink directly to her bones. The woman—nearing fifty, face roadmapped with scars and wrinkles—fixes her pack higher upon her shoulders, and begins her march up the steep path. As each wooden gate passes, she draws closer to a temple.

It was beautiful. At least at one point in time. Over the course of a century, the temple has fallen into disrepair. Animal bones lay bleached and brittle from the sun, stone steps crumbling under the slightest touch. There's signs warning travelers to stay away—talismans littered about. Some hung on trees, others litter the ground. Some are so old that they turn to dust under foot.

That's when a man—he can't be older than forty, but time has not been kind to him—ducks out of the shrine, and greets the sorcerer. His kimono is in tatters. He radiates fear; from his glossy eyes, to the slight tremble in his hands. He stops upon seeing her.

“I’m here seeking Ryoumen Sukuna.” She says. “I’ve brought an offering.” The contents of the bottle slosh as she holds it up. Sake. From the thick, wax seal, to the label on the bottle—it all appears expensive.

His eyes linger on her hands for a moment longer than she should. An unnoticeable action to most, but she picks up on it. Without another word, he motions her through.

In stark contrast to the exterior, the inside of the temple is well kept. Incense is lit. So are candles, which illuminate the short path. The room holds a damp cold that seems to seep right into her bones.

She doesn't hear the man enter, but she senses another soul behind her. She refuses to turn her head to the disturbance. Maybe it’s out of fear. A fear so primal she doesn't recognize it at first. A fear left behind from before humans moved into villages, and then cities. But something is preventing her from turning to look at him.

Without a word, she uncorks the bottle of sake, and takes a swig. The alcohol does little to settle her nerves.

“You walk down the center of my temple’s path like you’re its mistress,” Sukuna says, circling around her, “you tamper with my offerings, and you disrespect me directly,

“Are you not afraid? I could kill you right here…” 

He runs a clawed finger along the underside of her chin. The sorcerer tilts her chin upwards, moving with his touch.

“Girls have the most tender cuts of meat.” Sukuna says. “Men? Their meat is too tough; women have an extra layer of fat that makes them cook down better.”

The sorcerer wants to scowl. Girl? she wants to spit, I haven't been around for fifty years to be referred to as a child.

“Maybe thirty years ago that would be the case,” she says, a tone of annoyance audible in her voice, “but I’m too old, and I’ve spent too many years smoking for my meat to be tender,

“Killing me would do you no good.” She says. “I’ll be reborn into another body. You would have maybe twenty years of peace before I come back,

“And I will be back,

“But you… you don't have that luck.” The tattoo on her chin twitches as she smirks. “When you’re gone, that’s it.”

A look resembling annoyance crosses his face. “I won't die.” He says. “Even in the golden age of sorcery, you humans couldn't defeat me.”

“You say that,” the sorcerer continues, “yet I don't believe you,

“But I didn't travel all this way to argue with you. I want your help. I would not bring such a request to you without something to offer in return.”

The look on his face turns from thinly veiled amusement, to something unreadable. When she offers the bottle to him, he takes it, holding it to his lips. It appears comically small in his hands, his palm able to wrap nearly twice around it.

“Speak, then.” He says.

“I wish to free humanity of this curse that my ancestors placed upon them.”

“And in return?”

…

Ryoumen Sukuna would meet the Soulmate Sorcerer once again that following winter. Just months prior, a war had raged in the region to the south. He never witnessed it personally, but he saw it in the way smoke lingered along the horizon. Occasionally, refugees would find themselves lost in these woods, unaware of how the locals avoid it. Much like those refugees, she would find herself injured atop the steps of his temple.

Sukuna isn't quite certain why he didn't leave her to bleed out. Perhaps it was their conversation from months prior. Perhaps, deep down, he has a shred of honor left. It's not a significant one. Ryoumen Sukuna is not a man of honor. And yet, the Soulmate Sorcerer would wake up hours later, with her wounds dressed.

She thinks, at first, that she must be dead. This temple—once abandoned—has a strange luster. The smoke in the air obscures the ceiling, the walls flickering with the light of a fire. If this is the afterlife—she thinks—then it’s a disappointing one. 

Slowly, enough feeling has returned to her hand for her to bring it to her side. The wound—product of a thrown spearhead—feels as if it’s been filled with hot wax. Scratchy, yellowed bandages have been secured around the wound. It's crude handiwork. Someone actually trained in healing could do better. Though the sorcerer doesn't find too much to complain about, seeing as she’s still alive.

In the low light of the room, she slowly gains her bearings. At her feet sits a shrine, ripe with offerings. To her left, a blanket, of which she’s kicked off herself while asleep. The pile of hay and furs she lays atop can hardly be considered a bed, but it’s warmer than the ground.

He sits, eyes fixed on her from within the darkness. Her heart beats faster—fueled by a sudden rush of adrenaline. The feeling of being prey; one not entirely foreign to the human psyche. 

“What?” She asks, the slightest ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re not gonna eat me? I'm already halfway there. Just needs a little seasoning.”

“I did not give you permission to die.” He says.

…

Spring rears its head with a vengeance. Violent rains batter the temple, and surrounding woods. The ground is soft from all the water.

Sukuna would come to learn that the soulmate sorcerer is a child of winter, born on a bleak January day. He could have guessed that, he thinks. She seems to tolerate the bitter cold, the snow, and the distant warmth of summer. A child born under a black sun, regarded as unlucky by every caretaker and adult in her life. A sorcerer; a powerful one. The only sorcerer capable of challenging fate itself.

“What could make a human choose this life?” Sukuna asks, one day by the riverbank, “to live among cursed spirits as a human…”

The sorcerer shrugs, turning her attention back to her fishing rod. The morning has proved fruitless. All she has to show for her time is a broken line, and wet boots.

“I believe it’s a side effect of my cursed technique.” She says, following a brief moment of silence. “I am one of the few humans born without a string of fate.

“To you, that may not seem significant. What good is a soulmate to you? But to my people, that was a sign of bad luck,

“I was the scapegoat. The black sheep. They viewed me as a bad omen from the moment I was born,

“For a while, I was betrothed to a man from a neighboring village. He suffered from the same misfortune as me. Our families thought they could fix our ‘curse’ by marrying us, but…”

Sukuna seems to understand what she wishes to say before she does so. “How’d he die?” He asks.

“Pneumonia.” She says. “He fell sick one day and never recovered. And honestly? I felt relieved after he died,

“I spent so many nights awake wishing he would simply disappear and when that day came I finally felt free. Because I do not wish to be seen as a broken half! I wish to be seen as my own person! Why aren't humans allowed to exist free of soulmates?!”

Is love not the root of all curses, she thinks.

So this it is. She thinks that’s the way her ancestors were cursed to live: to wander aimlessly. It's not such a bad life, she thinks. There's plenty of tales to tell, plenty of drinks to be had, or warm fires to sit by. She exists—she thinks—to experience these things; and she finds comfort in that lack of direction.

“What about you?” She asks. “Weren't you human at one point?”

“I was,” he says, “at one point. And if you expect me to lament to you about how I miss it, you’re mistaken,

“There are things that were better while I was human. Alcohol. Sex. But if I were given the chance to go back—to do this all over again—I would not. I do not miss humanity.”

He watches as her lips press into a thin line. Perhaps she expected more from his answer. Maybe a shred of regret. Or the slightest semblance of humanity deep down. But Ryoumen Sukuna, King of Curses, holds few regrets.

The following morning, the Soulmate Sorcerer would leave on a hunting trip. She would not return that evening.

And when a week later, the King of Curses finds the head of his guest on a pike, captured by the local villagers, he would not regret razing it to the ground.

He did not give her permission to die.

…

James isn't quite sure how long he’s been asleep, but the dryness in his throat signals some time has passed. For the past few hours, the sorcerer has been drifting in and out of consciousness. He pretends to sleep through all of it, so as to avoid talking to new people. Such a ruse can only be held up for so long.

They haven't tried to kill him yet. James considers himself lucky in that regard.

Conversation takes on a low, sleepy nature. The voices—some familiar, and some not—sound low, and distant. Only the occasional word is discernible. It all sounds like nonsense to James anyway.

The ache in his hand turns from dull, to near unbearable in a matter of minutes. He flexes his remaining digits. It feels like his missing fingers are being compressed beneath the bandages, aching to be free. It feels as if his hand is in a painfully right fist. James knows logically that nothing is there. 

It takes James a moment to register the sight before him: a hotel room. An expensive one, if he had to guess. Were the circumstances any different, he couldn't imagine staying in such a place. 

“Did you sleep well?”

The question isn’t directed at him, but it’s what finally pulls him from sleep. It's a woman's voice. One he's heard before, but can't place where. James must lay there for several minutes, unable to shut his mind off, before he stirs. 

“You're awake,” Angel says. She wipes her palms on the front of her pants, before getting up from her seat.

Fatigue has set in—a byproduct of blood loss. He sits up, his gaze tiredly meeting hers. Something is strange about the sorcerer standing before him. Though her face is that of a human—a sorcerer—two sets of eyes stare back at him.

“You're an angel…” James slurs, almost sounding drunk. The moment he processes his own words, he sits up, quickly correcting himself. “You must be Angel—I can sense your second soul.”

A mouth appears from the flesh of the woman's cheek. “It's rude to interrogate a young lady, Matchmaker,” it says. 

Such an accent is difficult for the sorcerer to place. It sounds like a grandmother. Old. James has no recollection of ever meeting Angel, but his body betrays him. There's a strange feeling of familiarity as it speaks.

“You were going by Gloria the last time we met,” it—not ‘it’, she—says, “I take it that's changed.”

“A little,” James says.

His front pocket is bulky with something: a pack of cigarettes, and a book of matches. He has the filter of one between his lips before he realizes what he's doing. The hum of the fluorescent lights overhead seems to become more audible.

“You must be hungry,” Hana says, “here.” 

The grocery bag crinkles as she reaches into it, retrieving something, and tossing it to him. The package lands square in his lap. It's some kind of ice cream bar: melon flavored. He tears the top off, sinking his teeth into it. 

James knows he should eat—his body is signaling that he needs to—but he can barely stomach it. There should be a sense of fulfillment that follows the action, but he feels none. The food seems to turn to ash in his mouth. 

“If it's not too personal, I must ask: why enter the game?” Hana asks. “You're not a reincarnated sorcerer, you weren't forced to become a player. What reason do you have for being here?”

James shrugs. “Because I have an idea on how to take down Kenjaku.”

That seems to catch the other's attention. They pause their conversations, only to turn to him.

“By opening the prison realm?” Itadori asks.

“Sort of. In order to free Gojo, we need to get Kenjaku in here,” James says. “Geto's soul is still in there. When the two are present, the string of fate is complete, and they should be able to leave together.

“So we're going to use Gojo as bait,

“The problem lies in getting Kenjaku into the game in the first place—and even then, we risk him entering the wrong barrier. But I have a plan for that,

“I have reason to believe that once all the players in a barrier are dead, or have moved on, that barrier becomes inactive.” He says. “The final showdown—so to speak—will happen when all remaining players are confined to the same, final barrier,

“The game only ends when all participants are dead, or everyone refuses to participate, and dies… so by that logic, what happens to the final guy?

“I think that's when Kenjaku steps in to absorb all the residuals,

“And I have another theory: Kenjaku will be the one to deliver the final blow. Or at the very least, he'll be present for the deaths of the final few players,

“Granted, I don't have any proof for this, but I'm figuring the number nineteen has something to do with it. Once the number of remaining players drops to that, Kenjaku will enter the game.”

For whatever reason, a significance is placed on that number in this game. Of course, the sorcerer has no way of proving this until he tries it.

“Back in Shibuya, I briefly witnessed Geto take back his own body when in the presence of his soulmate.” James says. “If we can replicate that—for even just a minute—they can use the rule I put into place to escape.”

Megumi opens his mouth to speak. “But, if Kenjaku is still present within Geto's body-”

“The barrier will take care of that.” He says, sounding just certain enough to convince himself.

“Could that work for Itadori and Sukuna then?” Megumi asks.

“Maybe.” James says. “But Itadori’s and Geto’s situations are a bit… different. Sukuna has learned to coexist with Itadori—so to speak. Meanwhile, Geto and Kenjaku’s relationship is more like parasite and host. While one is considered a complete being, the other is viewed as an intruder.”

Trying to separate the two—especially now—could prove fatal.

A crease forms in the space between Megumi’s eyebrows. He runs his palms along the front of his pants. Through his plain expression, small cracks of emotion show through. It's only now that James notices how tired the student looks. 

Hana stands, hands smoothing out the front of her sweater. “I don't mean to interrupt,” she says, “but look at the number of people who just entered the colony.”

With the wave of her hand, her Kogane appears. The number on its scroll quickly turns from 23 to well over 800.

“I will help you,” Hana says, “if you help me defeat 'The Fallen.'”

[nad-zeta]

When stars align

Fandom: Ikesen

Pairings: Nobunaga x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1200

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They say when the stars align, time ceases to exist all together, and for the briefest of moments, it is as if the universe is smiling down and all is right in the world.

Or so it felt when he first spotted you wandering the marketplace of Echigo.

A strange face in the familial crowd. You stood out; of course, you did. With bold, bodacious movements, completely and utterly unbefitting of a woman of your stature. The precious mysterious Princess, who, seemed to have been conjured up from the dust of the stars above. 

None was known of your background or origins other than the ridiculous claims Kenshin made about you being his sister. Emphasis on ridiculous. However, as far-fetched as the claims were, not even the slithering Mitsuhide could dig up any information regarding your identity. At the end of the day, Princess, or no, you were most certainly becoming the object of his curiosity.

"Could I have three bags, please," you politely asked the dark-haired stranger dressed from head to toe in gold, red and black with smiling eyes. Crouching down with muddied hem, you breezily examine the colourful confectionaries on the delicate bamboo mat.

"No," the simple word befell Nobunaga's lips as he met you gaze with a cocky grin. His eyes flickered with amusement while the lines of your face shifted rapidly between thoughts. What did he mean no? You gazed around sheepishly just to confirm you were indeed in the marketplace. Far be it from the first time you had mistaken a man's identity; however, in your defence, when you had thrown a coin in the stranger's cup of tea, he certainly looked like he had seen better days. Still, you never lived down the embarrassment as Yukimura laughed all the way back to the castle and continued to laugh into the evening, retelling the story of you mistaking an esteemed warrior for a simple beggar.

"W-what," you finally repeated, expression setting on that of a fish out of water. 

He only smirked in response with glimmering eyes of mischief. Under the intense gaze, you started feeling awkward at best, and before you could question him again, he crinkled open a bag of sugar candies and poured them straight down his throat in one sweeping motion. 

"These are not for sale," he spoke after munching and crunching down, lazing back on the mat as if he owned the world. 

"However, if you are so adamant on a bag, come, join me for a game of GO."

Shocked. You were absolutely shocked at the audacity of this merchant. 

"What is your name," you finally inquired with brows sinking further into a frown. You had known men of this time to be slightly arrogant, but this man took the cake. His ego lacked nothing as he continued nonchalantly.

"Beat me at a game fireball, and I'll tell you,"

He was intolerable, and you had half a mind of running back to the castle to snitch on the man; no doubt if Kenshin caught wind, he would be marching over without a second thought. You could just see it, the God of war making the man before you eat his words, but then again, you were no fragile lass, and somewhere along the lines of annoyance and curiosity, the sparks of competitive flames were lit within you.

"Fine, then." Came the huffed murmur as you plonked yourself down on the dust and sand, readying yourself with a crack of the fingers. Nothing like anger and frustration to hype the senses and sharpen the mind so you could efficiently school this man and teach him a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.

You started off with all the confidence of an average, mediocre male of the modern world, grinning and clicking your pieces down with ease- but soon, the harsh realities of life hit. Confidence alone would not help you against him. Move after move, game after game, he stole your pieces. Dealing you with a crushing defeat. 

"I demand a rematch," you grunted out after the tenth loss just as the sun was starting to kiss the horizon. 

"Foolish woman, you cannot defeat me" he smirked at you from across the board. 

"I can and I will!" You continued with eyes narrowed to slips of determination. You had long since forgotten the true purpose of your visit to the market, and it wasn't until the castle bell rang that you remembered. "Shit," you muttered under your breath, looking back towards the road home; you knew there'd be hell to pay if you weren't back before dark. You had one job, buy candy and sake for the banquet, and now it was too late to get either. 

"Then tomorrow," Nobunaga stole your attention, leisurely rising to his feet and offering you a hand up. You gazed at the offered hand for a good few seconds before brushing it aside to help yourself up. You were, after all, a strong, independent woman; while you hated to admit it, the sting of defeat and loss was still fresh. 

"You're upset about your loss?" Came his voice with hints of amusement and cashmere eyes 

"I haven't lost anything! I'll be back tomorrow; just you wait!" Those were the last words uttered to the man as you raced back home, without even sparing a glance back

From that moment onwards, day after day, you returned to the merchant and day after day, you were dealt a crushing defeat. What started as a desire to deflate the man's ego morphed into a deep fondness. You had found out his name was Nobu and that he loved sugar. You also learned that he was ticklish and far sharper than anyone you had ever met. Through fleeting glances stolen during the endless games and stories told after every loss, you found your heart soared to the heavens whenever he was near. 

However, no matter how high the heart flies, not even it can escape the laws of gravity, as what goes up must come down. And sure as the rotation of the sun and stars, time must once again tick forward. You were warned not to fall in love, and yet it felt as though nothing could stop it from happening. 

"I will never love another as I have loved you, fireball," Nobunaga whispered as he held your hand steadfast, leaving you with a forehead kiss as storm and rain gathered around you.

"Please," you pleaded with eyes squeezed shut. You prayed, and prayed, and prayed, hoping, bargaining, wailing that you would be allowed to remain in the arms of the one whom you loved the most in the world. 

"We shall meet again, in the next life, " and as those words were spoken, the consolations shifted, and time ticked forward once more. 

And just like that, you were ripped from the world, a snuffed-out candle returned to your original time. 

Your beady eyes watched the flickering of the single red and white striped candle nestled in a pint of Ben and Jerry's. Another year, another wrinkle and another wish to remain unanswered. 

The tub was empty before your kettle even had time to finish boiling, and as such, you were on a quest to buy another. After all, it was your birthday, and calories never count on such days. 

The endless streets were ghostly, and the evening breeze held a gentle hum. "We meet again, fireball," the winds seemed to whistle, and you were sure you had lost your mind. 

If not for the familiar silhouette waiting beneath the lonesome streetlamp, you might have missed the night sky above and the stars coming back into alignment.

[tiny-vermin]

i wanted to do the art v artist thing but im not posting my face, but i want to see my years progress, n damn lol we rlly did improve quite a bit from january. its not my first time painting digitally but i only started taking it seriously this year. yes around the march april may period when i realised i sucked (by my own. unrealistic. high standards. lmao). 

my academics were terrible this year but it doesnt matter i did art instead of studying lolol

[taechaos]

That scenario was really good😱 Yeonjun’s last line made me GASP lolol

can you do another scenario where Yeonjun gifts OC roses and a teddy bear through a delivery service so she is shocked when she receives them, how would Jungkook react? 😱

I love jealous/pissed/possessive Jungkook 🥵

YALL JUST REALLY LOVE THE DRAMA 💀💀 making my man suffer like this,,, you'll be hearing from my lawyers

im gonna be including this bit in the scenario so 😎

"Is this for you or me?" you ask Soyeon who can barely keep her eyes open after waking her upon seeing a bunch of gifts when you opened the door of your dorm room to attend your morning lecture. It's a teddy bear holding a bouqet of roses in its fluffy paw, sitting on the hall floor to provide you with today's first surprise.

You know Soyeon is single, and you know Jungkook like the back of your hand: his romance doesn't extend to these cheesy gestures. It may seem rude to not even think of the possibility that it might be your boyfriend's doing, and despite being such a hopeless romantic, you're certain it's not from him.

Soyeon grumbles drowsily as she stretches before rubbing her eyes with her fists. "What?" she yawns tiredly.

"That," you point past the open door and she follows the direction of your finger with puffy eyes.

"Definitely not," she answers with a sleep strained voice. "Look for a card." She doesn't leave room for a response before turning on her side to face away from you and fall back asleep.

You listen to her advice and crouch before the toy to search for anything that would reveal the identity of the delivery person. It's with close inspection that you find a white card stuffed between the roses.

In your hand it reads: Good morning, beautiful. Can't wait to see you in Human Anatomy.

There's your clarity, and you can't doubt it's Yeonjun when Soyeon doesn't even take this course. It's pathetic, you think, to try and court someone who's already in a stable relationship. This isn't him going after you, but beckoning you to go to him just like he said you would before calling your boyfriend a cliché. It more or less sounds like a mind game, and you're stuck between ignoring his advances completely or confronting him about it.

Yeonjun seemed like an understanding guy; he did say he wouldn't go around you asking for a date, and for two days, he hasn't. If he takes orders so well, it wouldn't hurt to tell him to leave you alone once and for all.

That's your reasoning to march down the hall and find Yeonjun after crumbling the note and leaving the gift on someone else's doorstep. Front rows are your go-to spot to not miss a single detail in your lecture, and it's no shocker seeing Yeonjun sitting on a front row bench.

You clench your fists and scowl to intimidate the creep before stomping over to him. Dismissing your demands is out of the question when your stance nothing short of angry. He needs to know you're not playing around, that he can't manipulate your naivety like he's attempting to.

His eyes twinkle the moment they land on you and he stops spinning his pencil to give you his utmost attention. Good, he's listening. You don't trespass the barrier in the form of a stretched out table between you two as you glower over him.

"I'm gonna make this short," you glare with slit eyes, "I don't want anything that has your fingerprints on it nor do I want to hear you speak to me ever again. Leave me alone or I will report you for harrassment. Say yes if you understand."

The light in his gaze dims momentarily as his awed smile falters. "Y-Yes." He appears afraid and innocent, but your gut denies it. "But may I ask why?"

"Oh, you know why," you scoff in a hushed voice, "I don't want your stupid cards and your stupid gifts, and most of all, I don't want you. Get that through your thick skull."

He never knew you could be this mean, and it almost throws off the sweet impression he has of you until he remembers that you're just loyal. He loves that you're so faithful, and he wants you to be faithful to him only. He craves it so deeply, but he says nothing of the sort and instead stammers, "I-I understand. I-I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone if that's what you wa–"

The slam of the lecture room's doors echo in the spacious hall, and you hurriedly take a seat on the edge of the bench to distance yourself from Yeonjun as much as possible. He has to bite his lip to stop a smile from growing on his face from having you sit next to him.

But just as you requested, he doesn't interact with you throughout the lecture except for a few glances to drink in the sight of you being so close to him. Instances like these are the only time he can feel intimate with you, but it'll only get better on from here.

Because the professor assigns a pair project before you're dismissed.

"Before you leave, by the end of the term, you will have a report submitted in pairs regarding senses that affect the human system in a topic of your choice. More information on the college website, along with the assigned pairs. You can go."

"I already checked," Yeonjun whispers to you, making you immediately wear a distasteful expression, "I'm your partner."

"Nuh-uh," you deny childishly before taking out your phone as you stand from the bench to leave after packing your stationaries. You log onto the site just as you receive a notification from Jungkook.

the love of my life ♡: no good morning text? sus

You have to swipe it away out of worry that you'll actually be forced to spend time with Jungkook's new nemesis. The site loads. You scroll past the details of the task and finally land on the pairs.

And there it is—your name next to Yeonjun's on the screen.

"No," you exhale to yourself and rush out to the hall to avoid Yeonjun. "No, no, no."

Below the names explicitly states: No changes in the assigned pairs. It's too big of a coincidence for you to think it's just your bad luck—you're certain bribery is involved, and how lovely that you can't do anything about it.

You take pride in your intelligence, but you can't outsmart him in this situation, especially when your grades are being held over your head to force yourself to be around Yeonjun. Jungkook would get arrested for murder if you involved him in it, and he surely wouldn't leave you alone if you told him about it.

But then again, you promised—no more secrets.

You: good morning kookie!! i was a little busy so i couldn't text you :< did you sleep well?? <3

"Fuck, fuck," you shriek to yourself as you keep walking, not paying attention to where your feet are leading you. Just as long as you're safe from Yeonjun so Jungkook wouldn't find you with him. You need to tell him when the guy isn't around, so you need to wait until his lecture's over–

Yeonjun calls for your name softly while running past the roaming students, and you stop on your tracks with the desire to spit out every insult you have in mind to his face.

"You asshole!" you grit the moment he faces you while breathing heavily. "You planned this, didn't you? I said–"

"I-I'm sorry, but I had nothing to do with it," he pleads with that innocent expression of his. "I promise I-I won't act like before! I'll respect your relationship and stop being weird!"

"Good," you jab a finger at his chest as you seethe, "I don't want to spend any more time with you than I have to."

He frowns with a jutting bottom lip, looking like a kicked puppy as his eyes turn glossy. You are so mean, and he hates it, but his only leverage is that he can be meaner—not to you, never you, but to Jungkook. He's a step ahead of you, and you can shower him with all the bad words you can think of until you heart is content, but he sees it as just a step in the process of owning you.

You think he's submissive and persistent, but no, he's just manipulative.

—

"Don't get mad," you warily caution while lying down on the grass next to your boyfriend, basking in the sun to last the peaceful atmosphere a little longer. His arm is under your back and his hand on your chest as you hold it.

He has his eyes closed as he says, "no promises."

"We promised to tell each other everything, and there's nothing you can do about this one so please don't get mad at me." He quirks a brow when he opens his eyes to see your timid face. "Remember Yeonjun?"

"You have to be fucking kidding me," he groans angrily as he sits up, prompting you to do the same. "You talked to him, didn't you? I specifically fucking said–"

"Can you just listen?" you sigh. "We have a project together." His brows scrunch intimidatingly, making it harder to say what's on your mind. "And this is unrelated but... he brought a gift to my doorstep."

He doesn't say anything for a few seconds. "Is there anything more I should listen to? Are you done?"

"H-he said he'd stop acting weird and respect our relation–"

"Fucking bullshit. What, did he also say he just wants to be friends? That he's not interested in you anymore?"

"He didn't say that–"

"And you didn't tell the professor you wanted a different partner? Did you keep the gift too?" he sneers mockingly.

"Jungkook, I can't switch, and no I didn't keep the freaking gift," you defend, feeling offended. He can be so provocative when he's mad. It isn't even your fault! "I'm telling you, there's nothing I can do except to convince him to work together online. Isn't that better?"

He grabs your jaw and pulls you a little closer. His grip is bordering on painful and you hold back a wince. "Are you fucking hearing yourself? You can't even be around him and yet you're not allowed to switch? Listen to me. You go to that fucking professor, tell him this guy is harrassing you and that you can't work with him, and if they don't listen, you go the headmaster. You hear me?" he slightly jolts you to command an answer.

"Y-Yes, but–"

"Don't make any fucking excuses," he hisses and lets go of your face. "If you don't do something about it while I'm giving you the chance, then I will."

You hold onto your chin as you meekly question, "what will you do?"

"Things don't need to escalate," he shrugs as he lies back down. "I'll threaten him with my pocket knife and one wrong word from him, I'll use it."

"Like kill him?" you exclaim in shock.

He rolls his eyes. You take him too seriously sometimes. "No. Just send a message. Now go run off to your professor before I ask Yoongi to be my alibi."

[hotarutranslations]

I Watched My Birthday Stream!

Evening

I watched! My own birthday stream! Not all of it though……

With this, I can't watch it all! lol

It kinda made me laugh though! lol

Those who can watch it all, Are those who like me a lot~~ I really thought that while watching it

Those that liked me on the day of, thank you very much😂 lol

Since there were those of you actually watching…

My thanks have increased…

From the moment it started, I looked happy and I laughed

With the intro of Hajimete no Happy Birthday, I was messing around…that is, it was like,

While thinking, it would be great if everyone said this?

I tried it and it was really amazing, It was a great success in being told congratulations

With the fans voices as well, I thought, its included like this--,

And it was also like, my own voice is in it like this--

With the Ayumi Question Corner, I'm sorry, I watched it while skipping around😇

With a graceful feeling, watch, like this

That is what I liked

😂lolol

When seeing someone that wants to hold hands while walking, I think I ended up understanding this because I am that person like, My eyes are staring into the room while concentrating on a song, But it is different from, properly making eye contact with someone…… .🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

I see, I was aware of it but when watching the video, It was something that made me go hmmmm!

Recently when I put my right hand in a fist my index finger sticks out, It was like that for the birthday event too--,

😂lol

But, but, but, everyone, really, I think period up to today, Thank you very much for watching and enjoying it❤️

Lets meet again with the DVD❤️ fufu

🎂Birthday goods are here

~Deadline to buy is January 30th🩵 Please take a look--

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#139 Dancing, Dancing, Laughing, And Dancing

💿Releasing February 2nd

Morning Musume '23 25th ANNIVERSARY CONCERT TOUR ~glad quarter-century~ at Nippon Budokan

Thank you for waiting for the Blu-ray&DVD! Its finally releasing--!

Its already nostalgic but, It has an amazing medley, really Please enjoy it many times

📚Releasing on February 7th "Hello! Project BEST SHOT!! Vol.26"

Ishida AyumixOda SakuraxNonaka Miki📸 Fukumura MizukixIshida AyumixOda Sakura📸

"HELLO! PROJECT STREAM" Morning Musume '23 Concert Tour Fall "Neverending Shine Show ~Seiki~" Fukumura Mizuki Graduation Special

It seems you'll be able to enjoy the stream again! For those who can't wait for the blu-ray, by all means!

⚠️January 19th~January 31st

🪩Current Winter Concert Tour Hello! Project 2024 Winter ~THREE OF US~

🪩Spring Tour Has Been Decided Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Spring MOTTO MORNING MUSUME

We'll be going around the country from March 16th!

.👗👠 Aoyama Clothing x Morning Musume '24

see you ayumin <3

[lesbiancarat]

No, no you're good!! Again I just wanted to clarify that because it could be seen wrong and never want anyone to feel like that (also agree numbers are virtual and mean nothing!)

BUT THOUGHTS ABOUT THE COMEBACK!? I personally really, REALLY love it! Its just such a fun one? Like it is seventeen fun but with an edge, a twist. Like a monsta x twist but make it seventeen if that makes sense lolol. Hot is very much st my top 3 comebacks of this year, can we talk about minghao, jun and seungkwan!? This is their era for sure!! I keep seeing jun getting hype and I'm giggling while happy dancing because as he should (also he made me make him a bias so he is now my 4th bias dang his power) thoughts on the bsides? I know favorite bsides change for fans so I'm always curious to hear that :D

And agreed! By all means dress fancy hut have comfy shoes because lots of walking and standing and dancing will be happening! Try to get lightsticks now because sadly at the concert they sell out super fast (but they do sell batteries so you should be fine there!), double check if the venue allows cash or not because I heard this changed for many places. Bring a powerbank!! Super helpful as well! My mom gave me the green light to buy tickets but I found out late about pre-sale so while no code, me and my online friend are going to try general maybe? Idk its the one positive I am clinging onto to be happy after my rough month so good luck to pre-sale carats! Remember don't flip out, be calm! Love you all!

i'm actually really enjoying the comeback so far! tbh while i didn't think i would hate hot based on the highlight medley, i did expect it to be more on the lower end of my favorite svt tracks, just bc i do tend to prefer lighter/fresher songs in general, but i was very pleasantly surprised how much i liked it! i also think the wild west sort of theme they have for this album is super fun, i'm really looking forward to see how they do the set design and stage outfits for the concert bc i think there's a LOT of potential there for some fun things

i've actually only listened to most of the bsides a couple times bc i keep having hot + march on repeat DJFHF i keep thinking i'll put the whole album on repeat but then hot or march will come on and i'll be like wait i gotta listen to that again and suddenly it's all i'm listening to TT. aside from those two though, i think don quixote and 'bout you are up there (+ darling but i'm kind of not counting it since it's not a brand new song so it's hard to compare it to songs i'm still getting used to lol)

but that's all first impressions. like you said, favorite bsides often change. i know it definitely does for me lol. i've found i tend to originally be obsessed with the really catchy and repetitive songs at first but then i listen to them so much that i become a bit sick of them for a little bit. but then eventually i come around to it again and i like the song but i'm not super obsessed with it. on the other hand sometimes there will be a song i'm meh about for a while but then one random tuesday afternoon i'm like oh? this is really really good? so i definitely expect my favorites and least favorites to change over time lol

and yes, jun, minghao, and seungkwan!!!! juns fancams have been going wild so far this era and i've seen him get so much interest from carats with other biases like you which makes me happy dkfgh and of course minghao with his red hair. i feel like seungkwan should be applauded for managing to attract attention this era without having to expose his nipples. truly an amazing feat skdfjg

as someone who bought a lightstick at the last concert i can say it's not impossible, but you do want to have a plan and get in line as quickly as you can lol. but yeah if you're able to get a caratbong ahead of time it will probably be a lot less stressful lol. and good tip about payment! it's still possible you could get tickets during general sale! if not, resales are also possible. i'll keep my fingers crossed for you get tickets!!

[angry-geese]

Blood Ties - Chapter Forty-Six: Lithopedion

soulmate au Choso x Reader

Warnings: minor character death. brief mentions of blood and violence. manga spoilers but thats kinda expected at this point lolol

Synopsis: with the new culling game rule added allowing soulmates to leave, the group devises a plan to take down kenjaku + some more about the soulmate sorcerers that existed prior to James

a/n: I intended to post this last night but i totally spaced it sorry lol

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As long as humanity has existed, so has the string of fate. As long as the string of fate has existed, so has a sorcerer capable of manipulating it.

In the air is the smell of decay, and a damp cold that seems to sink directly to her bones. The woman—nearing fifty, face roadmapped with scars and wrinkles—fixes her pack higher upon her shoulders, and begins her march up the steep path. As each wooden gate passes, she draws closer to a temple.

It was beautiful. At least at one point in time. Over the course of a century, the temple has fallen into disrepair. Animal bones lay bleached and brittle from the sun, stone steps crumbling under the slightest touch. There's signs warning travelers to stay away—talismans littered about. Some hung on trees, others litter the ground. Some are so old that they turn to dust under foot.

That's when a man—he can't be older than forty, but time has not been kind to him—ducks out of the shrine, and greets the sorcerer. His kimono is in tatters. He radiates fear; from his glossy eyes, to the slight tremble in his hands. He stops upon seeing her.

“I’m here seeking Ryoumen Sukuna.” She says. “I’ve brought an offering.” The contents of the bottle slosh as she holds it up. Sake. From the thick, wax seal, to the label on the bottle—it all appears expensive.

His eyes linger on her hands for a moment longer than she should. An unnoticeable action to most, but she picks up on it. Without another word, he motions her through.

In stark contrast to the exterior, the inside of the temple is well kept. Incense is lit. So are candles, which illuminate the short path. The room holds a damp cold that seems to seep right into her bones.

She doesn't hear the man enter, but she senses another soul behind her. She refuses to turn her head to the disturbance. Maybe it’s out of fear. A fear so primal she doesn't recognize it at first. A fear left behind from before humans moved into villages, and then cities. But something is preventing her from turning to look at him.

Without a word, she uncorks the bottle of sake, and takes a swig. The alcohol does little to settle her nerves.

“You walk down the center of my temple’s path like you’re its mistress,” Sukuna says, circling around her, “you tamper with my offerings, and you disrespect me directly,

“Are you not afraid? I could kill you right here…” 

He runs a clawed finger along the underside of her chin. The sorcerer tilts her chin upwards, moving with his touch.

“Girls have the most tender cuts of meat.” Sukuna says. “Men? Their meat is too tough; women have an extra layer of fat that makes them cook down better.”

The sorcerer wants to scowl. Girl? she wants to spit, I haven't been around for fifty years to be referred to as a child.

“Maybe thirty years ago that would be the case,” she says, a tone of annoyance audible in her voice, “but I’m too old, and I’ve spent too many years smoking for my meat to be tender,

“Killing me would do you no good.” She says. “I’ll be reborn into another body. You would have maybe twenty years of peace before I come back,

“And I will be back,

“But you… you don't have that luck.” The tattoo on her chin twitches as she smirks. “When you’re gone, that’s it.”

A look resembling annoyance crosses his face. “I won't die.” He says. “Even in the golden age of sorcery, you humans couldn't defeat me.”

“You say that,” the sorcerer continues, “yet I don't believe you,

“But I didn't travel all this way to argue with you. I want your help. I would not bring such a request to you without something to offer in return.”

The look on his face turns from thinly veiled amusement, to something unreadable. When she offers the bottle to him, he takes it, holding it to his lips. It appears comically small in his hands, his palm able to wrap nearly twice around it.

“Speak, then.” He says.

“I wish to free humanity of this curse that my ancestors placed upon them.”

“And in return?”

…

Ryoumen Sukuna would meet the Soulmate Sorcerer once again that following winter. Just months prior, a war had raged in the region to the south. He never witnessed it personally, but he saw it in the way smoke lingered along the horizon. Occasionally, refugees would find themselves lost in these woods, unaware of how the locals avoid it. Much like those refugees, she would find herself injured atop the steps of his temple.

Sukuna isn't quite certain why he didn't leave her to bleed out. Perhaps it was their conversation from months prior. Perhaps, deep down, he has a shred of honor left. It's not a significant one. Ryoumen Sukuna is not a man of honor. And yet, the Soulmate Sorcerer would wake up hours later, with her wounds dressed.

She thinks, at first, that she must be dead. This temple—once abandoned—has a strange luster. The smoke in the air obscures the ceiling, the walls flickering with the light of a fire. If this is the afterlife—she thinks—then it’s a disappointing one. 

Slowly, enough feeling has returned to her hand for her to bring it to her side. The wound—product of a thrown spearhead—feels as if it’s been filled with hot wax. Scratchy, yellowed bandages have been secured around the wound. It's crude handiwork. Someone actually trained in healing could do better. Though the sorcerer doesn't find too much to complain about, seeing as she’s still alive.

In the low light of the room, she slowly gains her bearings. At her feet sits a shrine, ripe with offerings. To her left, a blanket, of which she’s kicked off herself while asleep. The pile of hay and furs she lays atop can hardly be considered a bed, but it’s warmer than the ground.

He sits, eyes fixed on her from within the darkness. Her heart beats faster—fueled by a sudden rush of adrenaline. The feeling of being prey; one not entirely foreign to the human psyche. 

“What?” She asks, the slightest ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re not gonna eat me? I'm already halfway there. Just needs a little seasoning.”

“I did not give you permission to die.” He says.

…

Spring rears its head with a vengeance. Violent rains batter the temple, and surrounding woods. The ground is soft from all the water.

Sukuna would come to learn that the soulmate sorcerer is a child of winter, born on a bleak January day. He could have guessed that, he thinks. She seems to tolerate the bitter cold, the snow, and the distant warmth of summer. A child born under a black sun, regarded as unlucky by every caretaker and adult in her life. A sorcerer; a powerful one. The only sorcerer capable of challenging fate itself.

“What could make a human choose this life?” Sukuna asks, one day by the riverbank, “to live among cursed spirits as a human…”

The sorcerer shrugs, turning her attention back to her fishing rod. The morning has proved fruitless. All she has to show for her time is a broken line, and wet boots.

“I believe it’s a side effect of my cursed technique.” She says, following a brief moment of silence. “I am one of the few humans born without a string of fate.

“To you, that may not seem significant. What good is a soulmate to you? But to my people, that was a sign of bad luck,

“I was the scapegoat. The black sheep. They viewed me as a bad omen from the moment I was born,

“For a while, I was betrothed to a man from a neighboring village. He suffered from the same misfortune as me. Our families thought they could fix our ‘curse’ by marrying us, but…”

Sukuna seems to understand what she wishes to say before she does so. “How’d he die?” He asks.

“Pneumonia.” She says. “He fell sick one day and never recovered. And honestly? I felt relieved after he died,

“I spent so many nights awake wishing he would simply disappear and when that day came I finally felt free. Because I do not wish to be seen as a broken half! I wish to be seen as my own person! Why aren't humans allowed to exist free of soulmates?!”

Is love not the root of all curses, she thinks.

So this it is. She thinks that’s the way her ancestors were cursed to live: to wander aimlessly. It's not such a bad life, she thinks. There's plenty of tales to tell, plenty of drinks to be had, or warm fires to sit by. She exists—she thinks—to experience these things; and she finds comfort in that lack of direction.

“What about you?” She asks. “Weren't you human at one point?”

“I was,” he says, “at one point. And if you expect me to lament to you about how I miss it, you’re mistaken,

“There are things that were better while I was human. Alcohol. Sex. But if I were given the chance to go back—to do this all over again—I would not. I do not miss humanity.”

He watches as her lips press into a thin line. Perhaps she expected more from his answer. Maybe a shred of regret. Or the slightest semblance of humanity deep down. But Ryoumen Sukuna, King of Curses, holds few regrets.

The following morning, the Soulmate Sorcerer would leave on a hunting trip. She would not return that evening.

And when a week later, the King of Curses finds the head of his guest on a pike, captured by the local villagers, he would not regret razing it to the ground.

He did not give her permission to die.

…

James isn't quite sure how long he’s been asleep, but the dryness in his throat signals some time has passed. For the past few hours, the sorcerer has been drifting in and out of consciousness. He pretends to sleep through all of it, so as to avoid talking to new people. Such a ruse can only be held up for so long.

They haven't tried to kill him yet. James considers himself lucky in that regard.

Conversation takes on a low, sleepy nature. The voices—some familiar, and some not—sound low, and distant. Only the occasional word is discernible. It all sounds like nonsense to James anyway.

The ache in his hand turns from dull, to near unbearable in a matter of minutes. He flexes his remaining digits. It feels like his missing fingers are being compressed beneath the bandages, aching to be free. It feels as if his hand is in a painfully right fist. James knows logically that nothing is there. 

It takes James a moment to register the sight before him: a hotel room. An expensive one, if he had to guess. Were the circumstances any different, he couldn't imagine staying in such a place. 

“Did you sleep well?”

The question isn’t directed at him, but it’s what finally pulls him from sleep. It's a woman's voice. One he's heard before, but can't place where. James must lay there for several minutes, unable to shut his mind off, before he stirs. 

“You're awake,” Angel says. She wipes her palms on the front of her pants, before getting up from her seat.

Fatigue has set in—a byproduct of blood loss. He sits up, his gaze tiredly meeting hers. Something is strange about the sorcerer standing before him. Though her face is that of a human—a sorcerer—two sets of eyes stare back at him.

“You're an angel…” James slurs, almost sounding drunk. The moment he processes his own words, he sits up, quickly correcting himself. “You must be Angel—I can sense your second soul.”

A mouth appears from the flesh of the woman's cheek. “It's rude to interrogate a young lady, Matchmaker,” it says. 

Such an accent is difficult for the sorcerer to place. It sounds like a grandmother. Old. James has no recollection of ever meeting Angel, but his body betrays him. There's a strange feeling of familiarity as it speaks.

“You were going by Gloria the last time we met,” it—not ‘it’, she—says, “I take it that's changed.”

“A little,” James says.

His front pocket is bulky with something: a pack of cigarettes, and a book of matches. He has the filter of one between his lips before he realizes what he's doing. The hum of the fluorescent lights overhead seems to become more audible.

“You must be hungry,” Hana says, “here.” 

The grocery bag crinkles as she reaches into it, retrieving something, and tossing it to him. The package lands square in his lap. It's some kind of ice cream bar: melon flavored. He tears the top off, sinking his teeth into it. 

James knows he should eat—his body is signaling that he needs to—but he can barely stomach it. There should be a sense of fulfillment that follows the action, but he feels none. The food seems to turn to ash in his mouth. 

“If it's not too personal, I must ask: why enter the game?” Hana asks. “You're not a reincarnated sorcerer, you weren't forced to become a player. What reason do you have for being here?”

James shrugs. “Because I have an idea on how to take down Kenjaku.”

That seems to catch the other's attention. They pause their conversations, only to turn to him.

“By opening the prison realm?” Itadori asks.

“Sort of. In order to free Gojo, we need to get Kenjaku in here,” James says. “Geto's soul is still in there. When the two are present, the string of fate is complete, and they should be able to leave together.

“So we're going to use Gojo as bait,

“The problem lies in getting Kenjaku into the game in the first place—and even then, we risk him entering the wrong barrier. But I have a plan for that,

“I have reason to believe that once all the players in a barrier are dead, or have moved on, that barrier becomes inactive.” He says. “The final showdown—so to speak—will happen when all remaining players are confined to the same, final barrier,

“The game only ends when all participants are dead, or everyone refuses to participate, and dies… so by that logic, what happens to the final guy?

“I think that's when Kenjaku steps in to absorb all the residuals,

“And I have another theory: Kenjaku will be the one to deliver the final blow. Or at the very least, he'll be present for the deaths of the final few players,

“Granted, I don't have any proof for this, but I'm figuring the number nineteen has something to do with it. Once the number of remaining players drops to that, Kenjaku will enter the game.”

For whatever reason, a significance is placed on that number in this game. Of course, the sorcerer has no way of proving this until he tries it.

“Back in Shibuya, I briefly witnessed Geto take back his own body when in the presence of his soulmate.” James says. “If we can replicate that—for even just a minute—they can use the rule I put into place to escape.”

Megumi opens his mouth to speak. “But, if Kenjaku is still present within Geto's body-”

“The barrier will take care of that.” He says, sounding just certain enough to convince himself.

“Could that work for Itadori and Sukuna then?” Megumi asks.

“Maybe.” James says. “But Itadori’s and Geto’s situations are a bit… different. Sukuna has learned to coexist with Itadori—so to speak. Meanwhile, Geto and Kenjaku’s relationship is more like parasite and host. While one is considered a complete being, the other is viewed as an intruder.”

Trying to separate the two—especially now—could prove fatal.

A crease forms in the space between Megumi’s eyebrows. He runs his palms along the front of his pants. Through his plain expression, small cracks of emotion show through. It's only now that James notices how tired the student looks. 

Hana stands, hands smoothing out the front of her sweater. “I don't mean to interrupt,” she says, “but look at the number of people who just entered the colony.”

With the wave of her hand, her Kogane appears. The number on its scroll quickly turns from 23 to well over 800.

“I will help you,” Hana says, “if you help me defeat 'The Fallen.'”

[spirits-n-giggles]

Inuyasha/Yashahime headcannon.

*minor spoiler alert*

Consider....

Shiori

And.....

Kohaku

I know. I know. Wild.

But think about it.

It would be a few years after the Naraku business, so- in between Inuyasha and Yashahime. It would have to be in order to fit this headcannon lolol.

He would be out making the rounds one evening maybe on a flight with Kirara or something, and stumble upon some demons lurking around the half-demon camp. He would not know that this place would exist yet, not until this night, and even then he would only learn the existence of 3.

He would see these demons that'd be going after some children and would jump in and kill the demons with a few swoops of his weapon. He would have distracted them long enough for the rather odd looking children to suddenly run unto an invisible barrier.

Kohaku would pause, barely seeing them as they would dissappear. He would observe where they vanished, but he wouldn't suspect a sudden older girl to emerge with a threatening look in her eye and her powers emerging from her hands.

His eyes would stare into a girl with long light colored hair and lavender colored eyes. "What do you want?" Her voice would be strong. She would hide her fear well as she would stand in a fighting stance.

"N-nothing!" He would honestly admit. "These demons were preying on some children and I-" the children would peak out.

"Y-you..." she would speak as her eyes would soften at this random guy's confession. "You did that?" She would point to the dead demon carcasses.

"Y-yes. I was just trying to help." He would be quite frazzled.

She would back away from him with a suspicious look. He has the strength to harm her, yet he does not do so.

"A-are you okay?" His question would confuse her. "Are these your kids?" He would see them peak out from the barrier.

She would not answer. Her eyes would be quite intense as she would bear into his soul. He would not be evil, but an ordinary human. She would be grateful, but she would stay careful.

Her... gorgeous lavender eyes would stare into him, and they would almost hit him like a trance. He wouldn't exactly know how to react, but man were they pretty. He wouldn't be able to look away from her; he wouldn't even blink.

"Goodbye." Her voice would speak before she would swiftly turn her back to him. "Let's go, children."

"W-wait-" His voice would seem act of its own accordance, causing her to peak behind your shoulder. She would not be accustomed to speaking to anyone outside of her home, but this one would compel her. He would be a human, but he would not be threatening to harm her or the children she would find on her possession. She would not have seen such kindness from humans since....

She would not wait for him to speak, but instead would march on, gently guiding the children safely behind the curtain of the veil.

Kohaku would stare in wonderment in the same spot for a long time, and she would stare back, knowing that he would not be able to see her. They would seem to stare into one another for a long time....

...She would see him from time to time, roaming here and there, fighting some demons as time would go by. It would probably be months before he would get to spot her again, and it would only because she would let him.

She would find time by herself every so often, and she would decide to meet him in secret, sheepish to speak, but there would he a growth of trust built, especially after she would tell him of her only other friendly encounter with humans involving a half demon and a priestess in her childhood.

They would then learn that they would have more in common than they would ever understand.

He would keep this little secret to himself for a long time, refraining from telling anyone about his odd, yet memorable encounter with the lovely woman with the lavender colored eyes. He would never be able to stop thinking about her, and neither would she.

For all we know, he could be the reason why Rin and Sesshomaru would learn of the camp of half-demons. I dunno I just thought it was cute.

I ship it. 🥰