#thedemises; writing

[thedemises]

. . . SAVE A HORSE, GO ON A RIDE WITH THE COWBOY! featuring boothill!

notes! . . . y'know the phrase, “save a horse, ride the cowboy”? well, I decided to-do something about it with boothill... except it's sfw and more like “save a horse, ride with the cowboy” cuz i dont do nsfw here >:/. god give me acceptance for how boothill is so ooc here- 😭😭 idnk how to write his character properly, and does he even have a horse?? I don't remember seeing a horse when his character and banner got leaked, so let's just pretend he does have one for the sake of K'hailreigh for this plot. 💀

imagine returning the horse boothill had been searching for all day after it got the chance to escape through the tall fences the moment they were opened, his eyes widen at the sight of his companion with you guiding alongside it. normally, his horse wouldn't follow after someone else's orders other than him... and it behaves pretty feisty and rough with people who isn't him.

boothill is relieved to see that his trusty horse hadn't been injured, briefly thanking you as he goes over to fuss over his stallion. you can't help your gaze wandering and examining his figure, in awe of the metallic and cyborg parts of the cowboy in front of you. sure you might've seen people having artificial and metal parts attached to them, but this man right here just plainly looks like a robot if it weren't for his humanly head.

boothill notices you eyeing every inch of him, glancing from the lasso that hangs at his hips to the pistols to his arms and to his legs. he glares a wolfishly smile at you, baring the shark-like teeth that you gaze in short surprise at, and asks in a teasingly tone, “like what you see, darlin'?”, observing how you blink owlishly at him. but then, he's becomes sort of surprised when you nod your head and confirm that—yes, you like his appearance and how the color scheme matches altogether, while indirectly  commenting how he's a good-looking cowboy.

boothill, after his turn of blinking at you, grins and narrows his eyes with an intrigued look in them; amused by you and how you don't seem in the slightest.. nervous or terrified in his presence. you perked the cyborg's interest.

finishing the small talk with the man, you mention that you'll be needing to go somewhere for an errand and boothill takes the opportunity to offer a ride there on his horse—as a thanks for retrieving his horse, taking in your surprised expression with a grin as he ends the sentence with a “darlin'”. he insists, even if you refuse, so you decide that it'll be quicker to go in a horse ride with the cowboy than rather walking by foot as you were given no other choice.

with boothill's assistance, you were boosted onto the horse and instructed by him to hold on as he looks back at you, flashing a toothy grin and a finger tilting his hat just slightly for a short moment before you and him rode off towards where you were needed to be at with his horse. startled by the increasing speed his horse was going, you instinctively grasp onto the cyborg cowboy's built body in order to not fall off during the ride accidentally—boothill grins at your expression, his laughter going with the wind, “better hol' on tight for now, sweetheart. this'll be a rough ride! i'll get ya to where yer headin' in no time!”

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[ringdabel]

PEEPS ID LOVE TO GET TO KNOW BETTOR !1!1!!!!1!!!

TYSM @shamblespirate FOR THE TAGIE!! You’re one of the people that make me feel so comfortable being myself and I LOVE thirsting over men and women with you <3!!

Last song : Copacabana by BARRY BANILOW

HER NAME IS LOLA SHE WAS A SHOWGIRL BUT THAT WAS 30 YEARS AGO WHEN THERE USED TO HAVE A SHOW— (yeah you can tell I am just obsessed with this song- IDK WHY I JUST LOVE THE BEAT ALR)

Favorite colour : golden yellow, Cream, light navy, pumpkin and tomato red!

WARM COLOURS WITH A SPLASH OF COOL COLOURS IS JUST PERFECTION! My personal fav is any shade of Yellow with any shade of blue, they’re PERFECT!

Last movie : Turning Red

Watched it with my sister weeks ago and I gotta say it’s rlly good! I totally recommend you watching it!!AND I MEAN YES there are some moments that made me genuinely CRINGED at but its a this-scene-reminded-me-of-myself-and-I-don’t-like-it type of cringe

Sweet/spicy/Savory : SWEET IS SUPERIOR

I love my mom’s salty meals and yes I do love a little bit of kick in foods to change some pace BUT!!! IF I CAN EAT SOMETHING FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE ITS GOTTA BE SWEETS! Milk chewing candy is something I always have my mouth watering over when I think abt it or someone is eating it. Sugar coated treats is also one of my favs!

Relationship status : SINGLE 🔥🔥

I had an ex-lover in 7th grade, I accepted their confession bcs i felt too guilty to decline 🫠, we dated for like 2 weeks until I told them I wanted to break up with them Bcs of my personal issues AND I STILL FEEL SO BAD. THEY LOOKED SO HAPPY WHEN WE DATED BUT IWHSHW :’(( (They did not deserve me 😭 I EVEN FELT JEALOUS WHEN THEY TALK TO THEIR FRIENDS FOR TOO LONG)

Last thing I googled : how to cover up a murder

I refuse to elaborate further

Current obsession : WRITING STUFF AND READING ONE PIECE NOVELS

I own 2 (and soon to be 3) novels : Novel Law and Heroines! (I didn’t buy Ace’s novels bcs i already have the manga for it) and I have more than 6 drafts writing scenarios, facts, etc etc… it’s killing my sleep but whatever 😈🦅🔥

TAGGGGGGIESSSSS : @thedemises @mspint @tabakkurilovna @reddstarr-exe @soninkk

[thedemises]

. . .  EH? W- WHAT?! featuring “avatar of greed” mammon!

contains! . . . obey me! shall we date?/obey me! one master to rule them all, mammon being all flustered and stammering, use of nicknames “human” and “mams”, sleepy mc, mc has ram horns (i know that rams are basically adult male sheep but im trying my best to keep this as gender neutral as possible so pls-), mammon being mammon, pretty much no major warnings! :D notes! . . .  this is also a small writing that i scrambled to create at night just like the most recent ace imagine- March 14th, 2024 at 3:08 AM 💀

mammon, the great mammon, the avatar of greed—cannot take this any longer.

while sitting up comfortably in his beloved human’s bed, he finds himself trapped and unable to move with the human clinging on to his back like he’s the tree and they’re the.. koala (from what he remembers, when both of them were comparing the human realm’s animals to the devildom’s creatures).

but also—not to mention... he feels like the side of his cheek is starting to burn aflame by the stare that’s causing it.

now, with the courage he mustered up internally—mammon decides to confront them like he's accusing that they're at fault for something trivially bad. yeah.

“o- oi human... what’cha starin’ at me with that look for?? ”

the words simple slip so easily out of his mouth as the burning grows more prominent and quite warmer when the staring doesn’t stop, more likely directed at his eyes specifically; you can still see his lashes fluttering every time he blinks.

with his gaze now focused on you; your arms drapped over his shoulders in a careless manner but secure enough for him to not shrug you off intentionally (not that he would) and your legs crossed and locked around his waist, your head rested on his shoulder—or your arm—as you stare with a sleepy look in your drooping eyes, like you’re at the brink of giving up staying awake any longer but yet you remain at least half-lidded the entire time.

moving your position slightly, the question he asked has you speaking up a bit. “hmmph...”, a soft hum erupts from your throat, half of your face burrowed within his sweater as you made sure to keep your horns away—sppcifically the tips—to prevent injuring him by total accident, “I don’t know... just.. I like how pretty your eyes appear when you wear those shades. the black ones with an orange golden-like gradient in the lenses. ’ts like a sunset’s reflection on a blue sea, but your eyes are very pretty either way; with or without shades.”

...

...

...

... dammit human....

mammon does not have any idea on how to respond—momentarily frozen with his thumb paused the second before it can touch the screen of his D.D.D. that showed the homepage of Devilgram.

congrats mc, you broke him.

“mams?” your weary voice with a hint of amusement brings mammon’s blue-screen-of-death mind back to the present, following a brief chuckle to escape you. “seems like even the littlest of compliments can make you react like a reindeer caught in the headlights.”

that sentence makes the poor second born sputter and stumble over his words, a dark red-ish flush blooms over his cheeks from embarrassment and being a flustered mess; darkening his skin by the blood rushing to his face.

“we- well, of course you’d see the great mammon in that way! ... no, i am not blushing- it’s just a little hot in ’ere! yer just seein’ things.. and no i ain’t enjoying this at all, human! i’m just lettin’ ya do this because i allow ya to, ’kay?!” despite his denies and protests about ever feeling warm and fuzzy in this moment, you can still tell he’ll treasure this memory a lot in the future.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own. ━━  word count: 569.

[thedemises]

. . .  OH, BARTENDER! featuring “fire fist” portgas d. ace!

contains! . . .  lowercase writing, kinda awful imagine but whatever, mentions of bursting into flames (in literal sense), ace might as well be implied to have darker skin (considering he does not wear a shirt and shamelessly let's his pecs be out and about to the world— being a pirate and sailing through the sea and always being out in the sun and all), ace flirting gets backfired, male! reader who's also a flirty bastard?? 👀 (/lh), gay homosexual gay gay homosexual homos gay gay homo homoerotic, mlm, brief close proximity, idk how to flirt 😭😭 (*has read "How To Flirt 101"* *is aroace but who cares*), also the ending is shit bc idk how to end things 😭😭😭 notes! . . .  i thought about this randomly at March 13, 2024 at 12:15 AM and quickly wrote this imagine about ace cuz yeah- idk why my brain randomly thought of ace while I was writing the flaws of all 72 OCs I have (SHEESH THATS A HUGE NUMBER—) but i think this actually turned out good for once! flustered mess ace and bartender male! reader >:]]]

imagine portgas d. ace—fire fist ace— who is flirty, teasing, and attractive enough for the ladies to fawn over his looks, wearing that cheeky grin, and laughing like a carefree man—be reduced to a flustered and sputtering mess when you smoothly flirt back with him so unexpectedly during one night together at a bar. his freckled cheeks flushing a dark color than his skin as his previously smug grin shifts into a more crooked smile when you comment on the cute freckles the scatters over his cheeks—which increased the amount of crinkles under his eyes with how his awkward grin was widening by the second.

portgas d. ace who knows he (probably) shouldn't be feeling like this for some bartender guy he just met recently—but, your attractiveness and charming, carefully picked words lures him in and he can't get enough of your nice seductive voice as you speak in such suave and slick lines that he's afraid he'll literally burst into flames with how warm his face was getting.

however, sweat is already dripping off his naked broad chest and freckled shoulders while he tried to play it off by saying the air's just getting warmer—like his temperature isn't already hotter than the average person, thanks to his devil fruit—but you know.

you can't help it when he's suddenly shits from the suave and try-hard cute guy trying to flirt his way into getting a free drink into a shy cute boy who can't keep proper eye contact to the man behind the counter; simply because when he gets flirted back by the said bartender with proximity a bit closer than normal and hushed whispering to his ear laced with a smooth and flirtatious tone, he almost knocks himself off his chair.

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[thedemises]

. . .  PAINTING NAILS (BY FORCE)! featuring mephistopheles!

contains! . . . lowercase writing, obey me! shall we date?, some swearing here and there, mephistopheles being a little jerk, probably ooc! mephistopheles cuz idk much about his character-, mc is a human-ram hybrid (having ears, horns, and some other characteristics and traits of a ram), mc is gender neutral, mc is strong?, mephisto being rammed over 💀 (no mepmep was injured in the making of this scenario), does "bloody hell" count as swearing?, got too lazy during the ending so it's kinda rushed 😔, mentioned the demon brothers, simeon, raphael, luke, and solomon! notes! . . .  an idea by me and good ol' buddy @ringdabel during a chat of ours that switched from talking about satan to his nails to the other characters to the painted nails of all the obey me characters (except for the angels, mephistopheles, and solomon)👍👍

mephistopheles feels like he ran a marathon but then he has the urge to run another mile because— bloody hell, why is that puny human exchange student so fast?

he, as a noble, never needed to run as much as he would need to in his whole life of existing. already having dozens of quite expensive cars in the ready to transport him with a snap of his fingers—but for some reason mephistopheles felt like running on foot like as if cerberus is hot on his tail was a good option.

wrong.

while most humans don't have much stamina and speed in the first place unless they train hardly for it, from what he had read, there's some others that are given the gift of incredible speed or the natural ability of endurance and stamina. rarely, even both.

and clearly enough—this peasant human, the HUMAN who managed to gain the pacts of all of the seven deadly sins AND survive a whole year in a realm where demons roam and most more likely to eat humans—was this close to snatching the tail cape of his attire off.

“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHI—”

(well, the said human was turned into a human-ram hybrid when they were transferred to devildom in the first place, so that might've made their speed increase a bit more than an average human's speed—being half ram, after all).

“STOP chasing me, you human peasant!” he makes a sharp turn around a corner, letting his legs take him to demon-lord-knows-where, “i am NOT letting some rubbish paint be applied on my fingernails!!”

with loud yelling responding from behind his back, you declared, “NOT UNTIL YOU COMMIT TO HAVING YOUR NAILS BE PAINTED!!”

mephistopheles doesn't dare to look behind as he kept running in different directions, seemingly beginning to be out of breath when his pace grows irregularly.

the chase eventually doesn't last as long as he expected it to be when he was cornered in a room and then suddenly got rammed to the ground and was pinned down by the forced added weight on his chest, leaving him no other choice than to give up or attempt to resist it.

“KEEP YOUR FLITHY HANDS OFF OF ME!!” a low growl rumbles from his throat with his gritted teeth shown while he attempts to thrash around but you somehow prevent the demon from moving by holding him firmly, restraining his head by wrapping your dominant arm around the noble's neck as you pin down his arms with the other arm of yours.

“not until you let me paint your nails.”

“tch. why is getting my fingernails painted such a big deal to you, human?!” scoffing in disbelief at your insistence, the magenta-haired male tries pushing your body off his back but you don't budge a bit by your stubbornness.

damn, how come you're strong too? aren't humans supposed to be weak?!

“because,” you start, bringing a gloved hand of his closer to you as you inspect it, “doesn't lord diavolo have painted nails? heck, even barbatos and the seven brothers have their nails painted.”

ending your sentence with a determined toothy grin and one of your ram ears flicking a bit, you added, “besides, i think you'll look great with green-ish teal nail polish.”

mephistopheles clicked his tongue at that following a slight eye roll, scowling when you touched the dark patch of the back of his hair, “so? it'll be covered up when I wear my gloves either way, so it's useless and a waste of time.”

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after a bit of eventual bickering, pleading, and some reluctance, mephisto finally agrees to your begging persuading with a, “... fine. but be quick about it though.”

turns out, painting your nails is a long, time-consuming process.

currently inside your room in the house of lamentation (who knows how you sneaked him inside without alerting the others), different nail polishes of varied colors were placed aside as both of you sat comfortably on your bed. as you held his now naked hand (after you told him to take his glove off) while carefully painting his nails in a cool green-ish teal color after prepping them and adding a base coat to make the pigment look better in the outcome, the demon sat in front of you with his legs folded underneath his thighs while resting his buttocks on the heels of his feet, his left arm outstretched to you.

during the mostly silent process, mephistopheles' black eyebrows were furrowed with his chin held slightly upwards as his eyes narrowed with skepticism and they held slight impatience but he didn't say anything. until now.

“why'd you want me to wear nail polish?... human.” his voice trailed off for a second, watching you finish painting his middle finger's nail before moving onto the next digit. response to the question, you shrugged your shoulders.

“don't know. the thought of you not wearing nail polish like the others irritated me—though simeon, raphael, luke, and solomon also don't wear nail polish either; so im gonna do their nails next after you.”

“by ramming into them?”

“no, but you were running away from me so i had no other choice.”

eventually, you finished painting all of the nails of his left hand and let him inspect the finished product before doing his other hand—observing the slightest changes in his expression while you waited for his acknowledgment.

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“...” blinking at his freshly painted fingernails, mephistopheles doesn't speak out loud while he examines his teal-colored nails in silence.

then his eyes, hued a gradient of pear green and chartreuse, glanced up to stare back at you with the slightest satisfaction before darting to the side as the slightest flush appears on his cheeks and the demon nods his head at you slightly.

“... it looks awful.”

taken off guard, you took full offense to this unpleasant reaction. “excuse me? bitch, I took the time to chase you down, ram into you, paint your nails for a painstakingly long time, and this is how you thank me?”

“well i— ... i think it's alright.. i guess.” slightly startled by the sudden shift of attitude, he finally replies that gives you some satisfactory and the demon moves his hand to remove the other glove that his right hand is still wearing until he was eruptedly halted by you grabbing his wrist. “don't,” you firmly told him, dragging it to you and lightly tugged at the edge of his glove, “let the nail polish on your other hand set first for about one to two (1-2) hours before you do anything with it. now, may i?”

the demon's eyelids widened at the extended amount of time before they relaxed and he nodded with his ears turning slightly reddish at the last sentence, giving you permission to take off his glove for him—which you did, peeling it off from his wrist to the fingertips.

with his hand now bare, you begin doing the same prepping process like you did to his other hand before applying nail polish—letting the base coat set for two minutes beforehand and then, painting on the teal colored polish with patience and precise precision; not allowing the green apple-eyed demon to move from his spot (meanwhile, he was just uncharacteristically quietly observing while you worked on his nails—not that he'd admit it to your face or anything).

eventually after a long time, completing the progress of painting mephistopheles' green-ish teal nails and the drying process, you were finished.

after putting your supplies away, you sigh in relief as you flop backwards onto the soft mattress of your bed with your arms sprawled out—not paying attention to the magenta-haired noble in front of you—and closed your eyes.

“finally...” you murmur, making the demon glance at you with an arched eyebrow, “you were a pain in the ass to begin with but at least im finished.”

this ticked off mephistopheles quite a bit, “oi, oi, oi... i stayed completely still for you, peasant! is this how you react after pestering me to paint my nails?!”

“yeah, yeah... whatever.. you can kindly get out of my room now before any of the brothers—especially lucifer—find you, goodnight.”

“h- hey! don't just order me around like you can, human!- OI!!! don't ignore me!! AND DON'T FALL ASLEEP EITHER!!”

“zzZzzZzzzzzZzz...”

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[thedemises]

note!... since i'll not be too active on tumblr for a while, have this little scenario consisting of the kidd pirates. i've gotten this idea from @rahonn on this post here. enjoy while i crumble into an embarrassed mess in the background bc i just re-read it for the nth time. (this is set in the modern au!!) (also edited on the 3rd of January, 2024)

━━ . PURPLE ‘N RED。kidd pirates oneshot!!

“bro, what happened to your face?” your friend, wire, asked in a enquiring tone while he records with his phone—no idea why is he even doing that in the first place. the camera focused solely on your face; that is covered in multiple lipstick marks of two distinct colors.

and, not to mention, the two stains of those colors planted directly on your lips quite intentionally.

with nothing to respond with, you just dazed into space with an unreadable, blank facial expression—possibly too flustered to even process the situation. Wire didn't know exactly what had happened beforehand when he left to go to the bathroom for a few minutes.

but from the lipstick colors clashing another—purple and red—he can kind of guess why.

the camera then pans at the direction of your other friend, heat, who had himself comfortably laid on his stomach on top of the couch as he watches everything unfold. “did you do you that?” questioned wire—of course asking about whatever the hell happened to your face—to which heat simply replies with, “i did not do that.”

“then who did?”

kidd then enters the camera shot, Wire's phone camera now focusing on the redhead's face—the noticeable red lipstick he always wore was now smeared on his lips, and that connected the dots for wire.

upon seeing the familiar blond behind kidd, wire turns his phone camera towards killer's direction—who is currently unmasked, as some of his thick blond hair covered the view of his eyes—though it didn't cover up the obviously messy purple lipstick on his own smiling lips.

“yeah, who?”

the video ends with the group erupting into laughter—with you only being the silent one, covered in lipstick stains on every part of your face with both distinguishing colors; purple and red.

(thanks to wire, the video wasn't uploaded onto any social platform, though however it was shared to the others' phones with you solely being the one left unaware)

© thedemises 2023. all rights reserved. ━━ inspired by that tiktok from Bryce Hall.

[thedemises]

note!...  sanemi might be out of character bc i haven't written for kny for a long time (my writing has gotten slightly awful since then) and most of the plot doesn't match up(?) right..  this is kind of a draft??? since I written it last minute bc I don't want this idea to slip from my head. also angst and spoilers for the demon slayer: kimetsu no yaiba manga!!

━━ .  RELIGIOUS。s. sanemi oneshot!!

sanemi shinazugawa was never a religious person.

in present time, he doesn't usually pray every night—he doesn't have the time to pray because he knows. he knows God won't listen to his prayers any way, he knows fate won't change for him.

then once again, after that incident, he goes on his knees—scarred hands clasped together—and prays again. he prays, that he won't lose another cared person again.

it was his last pray—two nights before the day his best friend, masachika, died by the hands of a lower moon demon. and when he prayed again (for the last time, he thought, it'd be the last pray), was when the day before tomorrow for the battle, and he prayed that you and genya would be alive after the fight against muzan kibutsuji, the demon king.

the aftermath of it, he decides to go on his kness—and he prays—he prays again. sanemi just can't afford another vengeful God to take any more of his loved ones from him again. not after they took his former best friend, his younger brother, and— you. you.

and he lost you, too.

he lost you, like genya and masachika. like the master and his mother. like everyone he knew deeply, he loved and cared for you like no other.

alas, the Gods took you away.

and again, he prays. with the deaths of his loved ones lingering in his mind.

he can almost feel the firm yet soft touch of yours, the familial caress on his head from his mother and master oyakata, his little siblings' grasps on around his arms, the ghostly arms of genya hugging his body, and masachika placing a hand on his broad shoulder.

when sanemi opens his eyes, nothing is around him. it was just him, in the graveyard, kneeled before your grave beside masachika's. genya's was no wheere to be seen, as his body had disappeared in the battlefield.

he looks—seeing the grand master's grave, and with a sad gaze in his normally aggressive eyes, one could almost miss the tear that slips and falls with a silent drip as rain begins to pour.

© thedemises 2023. all rights reserved.  ━━  school rooftop by hisohkah, WMD; with a mourning dove's call (+ raining sounds).

[thedemises]

note!... this was supposed to be for a project that some classmates and i are going to do and present to our English teacher and the class. however, the class president who is in our group decides that she was going to do the script instead of me (though, honestly, the script she did made little to no sense bc- who the hell accepts something so quickly? after failing an exam? an average person wouldn't) (also her grammar in English wasn't the greatest; but I'll just let it slide and wait till she decides to ask for my help *shrug*) fell free to use this prompt/scenario, whatever you call it idk

[a] sits down next to [b] with a solemn and gloomy expression as if somebody knocked over [a]'s favorite flavoured ice cream to the floor. A saddened sigh leaves [a]'s lips, which makes [b] wonder what must've happened to have [a] so upset.

“Hey,” it took a few seconds of nothing but [b]'s voice made [a] look at [b] with those distant and sad eyes and a downturned frown. “What?” [a] enquires, probably not wanting small talk with anybody.

“You look sad, what happened? Do you wanna talk about it?”

[b] has this sympathetic and concerned look in those eyes that it almost makes [a] doubt it was genuine, but nonetheless [a] decides to actually talk about it.

“Ay...” [a] starts solemnly, “Bro, it's just that,”

[b] nods [b]'s head as they waited for [a] to continue.

and continue on [a] shall, “Look, I just can't believe that I failed the exam! I was pretty sure I got them all right.. I though i aced it!” this outburst leaves [b] a bit startled but the concern for [a] doesn't decrease.

gently placing a hand on [a]'s shoulder, [b] speaks, “Oh, don't worry, [a]. It's okay to fail once in a while. Mistakes happen and they're not uncommon, you can just try again when the next exam happens.”

this leaves [a] surprised but denies it and scoffs with sarcasm, “Heh. Sure, I'll totally ace the exams next time when I'm going to fail.”

“No, seriously.” [b] doesn't want [a] to think otherwise, not wanting a friend to be left upset, “I know you're having a hard time but i also know you'll have a higher score on the next test. You just have to believe in yourself and take time to answer each question, have some effort instead of just writing down random answers when you don't know the answer correctly.”

[a] blinks, dumbfounded, starting to take in [b]'s words, “Huh? Really? Do you really think I would ace the next exam?”

“Of course, I'm you friend. Just don't write down random answers and take your time to write the correct answer with some deep thinking.” [b] pats [a]'s back with an encouraging smile, nodding [b]'s head.

[a] takes a moment to process, silently taking in [b]'s words in but more carefully this time. [a]'s grades were failing and [a] basically have up trying to increase those grades up to a higher point that they were. but, [b] encouraging [a] to be better and believing [a] is going to score the next exam better this time, quite surprised [a] because... has [a] not ever be treated like this in, ever?

[a], previously dejected and sad, was now pumped up and encouraged by [b]'s comfort and encouragement, “Alright! Thanks bro! Thanks for advising and supporting me, even for my mistakes. I'll make sure to have a higher score next time! I'll try to do my best! For you!”

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved.  ━━  ending came out a lil gay even tho char. a & b don't have gender

[thedemises]

note!... reader has eaten the resu-resu no mi—meaning resurrection—the fruit can revive other people but there are two ways that the user can do to be able to revive that person. one, the user has to give away a few years off of their lifespan and, depending on the number of years, that'll be the amount of years that the revived person will live for god-knows-how-long until they decay and disappear. and the second option is that, the user has to collect some of the selected person's DNA in order to resurrect them. not sure if that's how it'll work in my opinion but let's just pretend that it makes sense 👍 ( 1,866 words!! woah!!! :O it isnt as much as the other one but still a lot! also reader is referred to as “[name]” once )

━━ .  A HEAVY WEIGHED HEART。corazón & law oneshot!!

he wouldn't believe it.

he couldn't, really. it's been too long, to count how many years it's been.

if some soul were to, he wouldn't accept it—that's impossible on his part. resurrection isn't possible at all and cannot happen. that's what he believed—everybody does.

and right here, right now, is where he stands; easily towering over you with his enormous form as his hands—worn off by years of marine training and stressing peeling, dry and cracked from endlessly stuffing them inside the pockets of his tight jeans—tremble and twitch in disbelief and shock.

donquixote rosinante, whom have been dead for the passing thirteen years from the cause of being shot two to three times by his own blood brother, was now alive and breathing like a living being than dead, had he not been revived by you.

he first examines his abnormally large hands, flipping them from one side to the other before having one of them touch his cheek—squishing it a little and then going up to his gold locks, interlocking them in between his slim fingers (and not caring if it messes up the hat he wore).

eventually, tears start to well up in the corners of his eyes and his lower lip tremble whilst his teeth clench together as he tried to keep his emotions in from pouring out aggressively—which he, of course, fails ultimately. happiness and relief registered on his face, he shuts his eyes closed for a second and rubs off the excess years with the sleeve of his shirt before opening them again and began to bawl his eyes out—running towards you with open arms while calling out your name loudly as he cries.

you didn't get a moment to process or open your own arms as you were scooped up and crushed into an almost threatening bone-crushing hug, arms squeezed at your sides with your legs dangling in the air from being picked up off the ground. hearing his loud sobbing and cries of your name as wet tears begin to soak your shoulder, you're not sure if you could comfort him because you can't since your lungs were on the brink of bursting and your arms weren't available to be moved—thanks to corazón hugging the soul out of you unintentionally, his extended arms wrapping around you; including your arms.

your name is continuously called by him alongside saying such as, “i missed you!!!”, “did you revive me?? thank you so much, [name]!!!”, or “do you know where law is??!”. he would've made you deaf in one ear with how loud he's being if it weren't muffled by your shoulder—still, his depressed-sounding voice quite audible nonetheless.

by the time he lessened his grasp (yet remained hugging you in his arms), your chest heaved deeply and took heavy amounts of air from not having the ability the breathe for seconds. corazón had an apologetic expression on his face before he smiled when you turned to him, very much happy to see you again.

you decide to take a few minutes to examine his whole figure, and you can tell clearly that he looked the exact same before the day he was killed—wearing the same heart-patterned shirt, the familiar dark red hood from which those two heart-like shapes hang, that dark feathered mantle hanging from his broad shoulders, his make-up left completely untouched, and the lit cigarette hanging from his painted red lips (thankfully nowhere near your hair or clothes)—except the two-to-three punctured holes were left in his shirt with dried blood seeped into its fabric. from you could see, the gunshot wounds were completely healed except the notable scars left behind.

other than that, he appeared fine—though it's noticeable to see the dried tear tracks traveling from his eyes to the end of his jaw.

“i'm so happy to see you again,” corazón said, voice hoarse from all the sobbing and brawling. he sniffles and hugs you again—this time it was more gentle and not so crushing as it was earlier. the large man rests his chin on your shoulder with closed eyes, he still couldn't believe that this is actually real.

“i do, too.” you pat his back with a hand before he settles you back down to the floor, being careful as he does. that was when you discovered someone else in the area, not just you and corazón alone. exactly just as you anticipated.

turning around in a random direction (ignoring the taller guy's confused and questioning gaze), you cupped one side of your mouth and called out to the figure behind the trees. “hey, law! no use in being part of the shadows, huh?”

corazón's eyes widen at the familiar name, past memories flood into his mind as his breath shakens in a sudden moment.

the unidentified person in question doesn't respond and is quiet—except they quietly step out, and there reveals a raven-haired man with a goatee, wearing a dark-spotted fur hat on his head and holds a sheathed sword over his shoulder. instead of the usual observant expression on his face, you can describe the shock and slight disbelief he shows in his wide eyes—even as he tried to put on a calm demeanour. to this, your own face softens as your lips widen and upturned.

meanwhile, corazón was frozen on his spot, seemingly in pure thunderstuck at the appearance of trafalgar d. water law—now grown up from a frail thirteen year old to an adult in his mid twenty's. nonetheless, the younger donquixote was glad that law was alive and well.

“c-” law tried to speak, but his words die in his throat as he is still in bewilderment on what he just witness earlier. corazón opens his mouth, on an attempt to speak, but his lips close shut like a fish.

“cora-san…?” out came a hoarse whisper from the dark-haired man, drenched in disbelief as his heart ached in his chest. law blinked and stared, terrified that if he moved this would all have been a dream, some twisted apparition due to being so close to his goal. As much as he wanted to run towards corazón, throw his arms around him and feel like the happy child reunited with a father he had once been...

yet, he didn’t dare to move—didn’t dare ruin this precious moment, even if it was fake; a cruel conjuring of his mind, and he still wanted to savor it with every fiber of his being.

“law,”

hearing the voice he heard in both his dreams of happier times and his nightmares of spirling loss, grief, and guilt—law couldn't take much no more. placing a step backwards and balling his hand into a firm fist, the surgeon of death braced himself for the vivid memory of cora-san to blow away like the smoke that danced from the older man's lit cigarette.

on one side, the sun's light shined down upon to reflect the blond's mildly wavy hair, akin to pure gold found in buried treasure. the smile on his own savior's face almost rivaled the brightness of the big star in the blue sky—whisps of white clouds in the distance sat high in the sky as it passed by slowly, almost like a backdrop that made cora-san look as if he had wings.

you decide to walk back a few steps—in case if law were to charge and crash into corazón's lean arms—not daring to say a thing about this whole exchange and let the two individuals have their first conversation without interruption in thirteen years.

law breaks the prologued silence before corazón could. “... you're alive, now.” he starts, in a voice barely above a whisper.

of course, he is. the bigger man glances at your direction, catching glimpse of the current look on your face— if it weren't for you, it would've never happened. —he stared before directing his eyes back to the former kid he took care of.

the blond nods, albeit slowly and hesitant about how the other would act afterwards. a shallow sigh escapes through his nose—he does nothing but lift up an arm to scratch the back of his head and offer (an attempt of) a smile, trying to put together a reason that would be good enough for law.

law forces his eyelids to shut his vision away—taking in everything, counting to ten, feeling his jaw sore from how hardly pressed he’s clenched his teeth to avoid insults spilling out. he firmly stood there, stiff, unmoving, confused, hurt, relieved, angry, and happy. law does know if he should direct that to cora-san or you.

it was a moment of silence in the atmosphere and it extended the longer no one said a thing; that wasn’t until the scent of cigarette smoke got stronger through the surgeon's nostrils and the feeling of arms enclosed around his body. he let out a choked sound—something between a sob and an agitated grunt—his now opened eyes that showed his yellow-colored irises start to shake a little. then, his tense body relaxes against cora-san’s chest and lifts his arms up to wrap them around those familiar shoulders, letting the emotions years in the making create a cascade down his cheeks. in silence, cora-san rested his chin on top of his furry hat, rubbing his back up and down and letting his unofficially adopted son feel everything all at once.

“i am back now, law, that’s all that matters to us. i won’t leave you again.” the blond reassures and felt law grasp at his feathered coat, holding tight in his palms. “c-... cora-san...” law utters through his choked sobs, trembling and shaking all the way.

“...” corazón didn't need any more words to speak as he embraces the surgeon of death in his arms, closing his eyes doing so.

you watch the scene and almost feel tears well up in your own eyes—wiping them away quickly before they fall—with a sad smile that dons your face. and you don't make a move to step away any further to leave the two reunited men alone.

corazón takes a peak at you, and then law, and again looks at you to give you the widest smile he could ever send someone—still hugging law nonetheless—though he shows a hand that is in the pose of a peace sign, which you smile happily.

law remained and didn't want to ever pull away from cora-san's embrace of comfort, as he felt for the first time in years of guilt... that he could live again without the burden cora-san never intended to settle on his shoulders.

and, he has never wanted to thank someone so much as he did now before.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. ━━  remembered “i'll never smile again” by tommy dorsey and now i'm sad. :(

[thedemises]

. . .  LONGING! featuring bennett!

contains! . . . genshin impact, BENNETT!!!, possibly ooc bennett, awkward bennett, eula lawrence mention :O, kinda angst kinda fluff, one-sided love, unrequited love, idk romance properly 😃, gn! reader, second person pov, reader is not the traveller but implied to be the traveller's other companion besides paimon, reader is mentioned to not be the most expressive (though is mentioned to be kinda overprotective at one point??), reader likes someone else but that someone else isn't really hinted to be anyone but feel free to imagine that character as someone ig, reader is quite reasonable and considerate as they decline and let down bennett's confession and they stay friends with him (bennett still likes them romantically tho even when his feelings are never gonna mutually reciprocated). notes! . . .  (this was supposed to be a drabble but got carried away 💀 this idea just randomly popped up at 3:19 AM of 4/15/24-) can we just have readers who aren't like too expressive?? I know there are some works that have the reader whose personality is more introverted, but there's kind of barely any :// and im talking about where the reader is not very expressive here but not to be mistaken or considered as cold or aloof 😧 kinda like albedo or smth-

“if only they'd look at me like they look at them...”

amongst the many people who reside around and about, bennett obviously isn't the most luckiest person to walk on teyvat since fate had other plans and gifted him the curse of bad luck for the entirety of his life.

though at least he had some luck to have some friends there for him—especially having you around. you weren't the most expressive, quite like miss eula, yet did what you can to show your appreciation for the friendship others have made with you throughout your journey. sure, your expressions (or, therefore lack of) were difficult to read but bennett couldn't care less—he knows you care.

and he kind of likes that aspect of you.

bennett knew you wouldn't be here on mondstat for long since you and the traveller have a long way to go until the traveller has found their long sibling, yet he secretly wishes to have you stay here for a little longer than the intended time.

though he isn't good with it, but he tries to. however yet clearly, love wasn't within his reach as lady luck never seems to stick around him.

staring

you love somebody else.

you likesomeone else.

not him—of course—some person has already taken your main interest, so it's evident that bennett doesn't have much of a chance to confess.

you already have somebody in mind that you feel attracted to; and bennett's heart aches with an ugly feeling blooming in his chest, but he doesn't have anything to do something about it.

sitting nearby with his elbows rested atop his knees as bennett's cheek is pressed against his balled up fist that he leans against ever so slightly, the boy quietly chews his bottom lip as he stares at your direction with a look in his green apple-eyed gaze. longing. longing for every action you take.

he longs for the way you give subtle feather light touches to person you're fond of. he longs the extra quick glances you give the oblivious individual when they're not focusing on you. he longs for your careful and gentle words of affirmation and reassurement. he longs the softened gaze you fixate on the person beside you, seated slightly a bit closer than intended yet making no movement to shuffle away. he longs for that expression you don, your checks lightly flushed and batting your lashes as you glance to the side a few times but not too obvious to be pointed out so quickly by your crush.

bennett longs for the way you look at them like that—he dreams that one day, you'll stare at him the same way you gaze at them.

however, when will that day ever come?

...

“uh.. can i tell you something..?”

a vibrated hum coming from you was what bennett got as a response, signalling him to continue whatever he'll tell you while as you efficiently work on a report that is needed to be done soon—of course, you don't waste time to do your paperwork almost immediately.

behind you awkwardly stood bennett, ears and checks flushing in such shade of pinkish red that one would assume he might be ill from travelling through dragonspine just to get to your current location, where'd you be inside your work quarters. y'know, working. but fortunately, the boy luckily wasn't sick with a cold he could've accidentally caught.

“err...” bennett starts uneasy and not sure with whether if he should say it or should he not, nervous with uncertainty of how you'd reply and possibly express about—you're quite unpredictable, after all.

“... ithinkireallylikeyou.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“..?”

for once you blink almost dumbfoundedly and halted the movements of your hand that firmly grasps the quill pen, an inch away from creating another black stroke against the paper's flat surface. with how he spoke with such haste, you didn't quite catch what he nervously chirped out loud, but yet you still managed to piece together what he'd been attempting to say. he doesn't notice the way you nonchalantly stare at the almost finished report before you, considering your back is faced towards him.

“... you like me?”

“yeah,” bennett shuffles nervously, his body swaying a little as he glances down at the floor, “i like you. I really do.” he repeats it again, voice trailed off at the end like he's mumbling instead and you quietly blink at one random spot on the paper that you were staring at, the pause in the conversation stretching too long to be even considered comfortable.

“hm.”

... hm.

hm, huh? ... wait, just ‘hm’? is that all? bennett's questions all were left unanswered because, well, he was internally monologuing after all. who would even hear him and his scattered thoughts besides a mind reader? not that there is one that he knows of.

“well,” you begin after clearing your throat, just to break the silence yet you still don't turn your back to even glance at him, “it must've ache to have feelings for me while having the knowledge of my romantic interest focused on a different individual.”

yeah, it did. “uhm, yeah. i do know that you have feelings for someone else..-”

“yet you still decided to tell? knowing of the expected rejection either way?”

after finishing the last words of your report, you stop writing and change your position in your seat to where you can face bennett so you can confront him properly.

“look at me,” you state to the boy with a head of short pale hair whose eyes were directed downwards at his feet, as if too embarrassed to look at you with a proper gaze—or perhaps he didn't listen to your words at all as he probably was too focused on his scrambled thoughts circulating crazily in his head.

your own eyes squint at this, facial expression staying unchanged but you seem to appear a bit impatient as you lowly utter to him, “look at me properly, bennett.”

said boy's head shoots up at his name being called out, looking alarmed at the tone you used and you, unfazed, took this as a sign to continue.

“i don't reciprocate your feelings—” well, he already expected that kind of response. “—and I consider that it is good that you've told me, about your interest in me that were previously contained but now let out to someone who can be trusted with whatever you were hiding.”

...???

“it's good to not bottle up your own emotions, and I'd feel guilty if it took you some lasting time till you had the courage to inform me of your romantic feelings. i hope you'd seek for someone else who'll appreciate you as much i do.” with a ghost of a sincere smile on your face, bennett goes quiet. he takes in all of your words into some deep thoughts and consideration. you're reasonable with your words and quite considerate, you're like that with most people you'd come across—depending on your overall mood.

(as your friend, bennett also knows about the... (over)protective trait that you possess; and there wasn't a time he could recount of you showing even the slightest ounce of hesitancy whenever a friend of yours is in anything that could and would be considered a sign of danger.

he still recalls the day he'd been verbally insulted by a guy who wasn't content with what bennett unintentionally had done this time caused by his own bad luck—only for said guy to abruptly stop the moment he saw you standing from behind bennett and glaring at his direction with a look in your eye that silently indicates, “shut the fuck up,” while holding what seems to be a bowl containing mysterious and possibly not-so harmless glowing thick liquid that had bubbles forming and popping at the surface. the smell was toxic, even from a mile away one could still sense the scent of the smell—that was how bennett knew you were right behind him when he saw the guy suddenly freeze up on the spot).

bennett understands why you'd prefer not to be with some boy given the burdening gift of bad luck (even if that actually wasn't the case—you're mostly unfazed), he still is upset but at least you politely turned him down than outrightly declining him on the spot.

“I do have my hopes up of being your friend still,” you added, to which bennett briefly nods at before lightly shaking his head and waving hand side-to-side as if to decline such thing.

“no no- of course we'll stay as friends! i'm glad that you let me down that lightly there and didn't feel disgusted when I told you that.”

you shake your own head as well, “nonsense. why would i ever act irrationally? to something such as that? i have encountered few people throughout my travels where they'd attempt to do the same thing as you did, but i would always be certain and straightforward when refusing to reciprocate their attraction towards me. making immoral decisions is not my cup of tea.”

his hands subconsciously fidget with his glove's fingertips as he dons a small smile featuring on his lips, a short chuckle almost coming out of him if he weren't trying to stop it while he listens to every word you speak from you heart. gazing up, bennett turns to you, “yeah, thanks.. i'll be going off now, see you later.”

in response, you pay him one last nod before turning your back to give attention to your work once again as you utter a “shut the door as you go.” under your breath. the boy does what you asked; he left the room and closed the door in the process, the steps of his boots are muffled and grow quieter the further away he is from your door.

...

... yeah, perhaps only in his fantasies will that ever appear to exist, he supposes. he still likes you, even after accepting the fact that you'll never see him in that perspective.

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[thedemises]

things about my ocs cuz why not?

nhell rivers has lots of scarring on her body, especially the right side because of an explosion that was so powerful it blown off her arm and she made herself (with help) a metal arm in place of the missing arm (spoilers: the cause of said explosion was a firework from one of the enemy's grunts but the firework was more explosive than expected).

nhell rivers is also pretty much deaf in her right ear.

kaoru takamura is actually so psychopathic (needs to be in a mental hospital) that she mostly acts and appears “normal” to almost everyone, though that may or may not be a front she skillfully puts on. anyone who do know kaoru well enough mainly avoid her for good reasons, she doesn't care enough to be sad lol.

melaine harrison likes to go cloud gazing by herself since she hates loud noises and most of her friends are too much of a nuisance for her to focus and peaceful relax.

melaine harrison has a scar on the left side of her face that she got from a forest fire (yes, she lives in the woods with her parents that are still alive after the incident).

evgenia yefimova hates blue fire because it reminds her of the day her home burned down alongside her parents and younger sister, miriam—yet she uses blue fire against her opponents and enemies with her urumi sword.

freya danesworth is a short half-sparrow human, and they work as a delivery guy to earn money for a café called Artful Dreams which she works for as a side-job.

brooklyn is pretty much fearful of basically nothing except she fears breaking promises, and she's also a clean freak too- but not the obnoxious type of freak, like, “oh you stepped on a perfectly clean floor with your muddy shoes and thats okay itll be cleaned up in no time” type of freak.

brooklyn loves cleaning actually and is skilled in getting rid of messes she made during her murders and killings.

also part of kaoru and nhell's relationship (somewhat) summarized:

nhell: *gets down on one knee* kaoru: oh my god, it's finally happening! nhell: *falls over* kaoru: the poison is kicking in!!

sucrose qu-yang cannot say no, ever. people thinks she's cursed with that inability but no she just has anxiety x10.

oscar wilde and sucrose qu-yang are besties actually and both work in the same work place, probably gossip and talk about oscar's works (both of them are writers).

penni pennington has a bottle cap collection and refuses to show anyone except for his mother, merryy, cuz she's so nice and radiates warmth—probably named a red jet bird he found after her.

penni pennington has a scottish accent mixed with a swiss accent and speaks so joyously, he never is ever seen mad or the least bit annoyed.

celen nishiruka & kaname nishiruka are opposites like the moon and the sun; kaname is a lot more expressive than celen who is more reserved and stoic—and they're so young too!

krystian karmazin's first name literally means “follower of christ” since he came from a very religious family yet ironically the ukrainian man himself is an atheist and a silly jester who follows no rules (but will respect boundaries and pronouns).

if miriam yefimova happened to have survived the All Blue Fire, she would've been a spy working in the same group of evgenia yefimova who works as an assassin.

both miriam & evgenia yefimova don't like pirozhki that have mushrooms as the filling because both the sisters have allergies towards mushrooms (aka, they both dislike mushrooms).

coventina blackwood likes ghosts and spirits or anything transparent object/creature, and her skill revolves around spirits but they're mainly just arms (kind of like the hana hana no mi, eaten by nico robin).

benjamin baker is the shortest male character (152 cm, 5'0") while krystian karmazin is the tallest (228 cm, 7'6"). kaoru takamura is the tallest female character (211 cm, 6'11), compared to freya danesworth (159 cm, 5'2").

if competing in a competition where who is the most stoic, both evgenia yefimova and izu mikazuki are both tied as the most non-expressive people.

izu mikazuki has been mistaken so much as a woman that he just simply accepted that he'll always be woman in the eyes of people at first glance (he's a male assigned at birth).

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. ━━  i have so many ocs... I haven't drawn any of them yet (except for kaoru).

[thedemises]

i already read all this for the nth time and i am not liking it (though some of you may like it so here you go)

(this was rushed and definitely all ooc soooo... i apologize for that)

10/16/23 | content below... multiple, randomly-selected BSD characters pat your head/ruffle your hair/pet you/touch your hair/etc. warnings... lowercase writing, obvious out of character-ness, no dialogue, your hair is often complimented and/or stared at lol sorry.

atsushi's hand ghosts over your head, hesitant to whether should he touch your head of hair or not. still uncertain yet he ends up placing his hand on your hair, gently ruffling it as he run his fingers through your locks. he admires how your hair shines beneath the sunset's vibrant orange golden-like beams through the pane of glasses behind your desk, and ponders to himself how pretty your hair is. he's glad you're the only one's left in the office this evening unless he'd want to be teased.

in a dim alleyway, you sat on a crate with one leg up and your arm resting on its knee with only hirotsu there as your partner from the mission that'd already had been taken care of fairly quick. the faint smell of smoke isn't at all mistaken, coming from the cigarette that he lit up with a lighter which he already had hid. his back leaned on the wall, stood beside the crate you sat on, as his subconsciously lets his arm raise and briefly pat you on the head.

he extends his open palm as a helping hand to your kneeling figure on the training ground's floor. he patiently waits with the expression of stoic still while you inhale breaths of air from exhaustion, then you eventually let yourself get pulled up to your feet with your hand in his. staring at your now messy hair with narrowed eyes, tetchou decides to fix your hair for you as his fingers delicately smooth over stray strands and tuck locks of it behind your ears.

letting herself get comfortable, teruko merely sat on your shoulders with her smaller-sized hands on your head as you check over reports that happened in the past week. her gloved fingers gripped your hair for a second before relaxing, then deciding to mess with it for the purpose of playfulness, boredom, and for entertainment of your reaction.

kunikida was in the infirmary room beside your unconscious form after a certain mission went wrong on your end. he closes his notebook to look over at your current state, the stern expression giving away his concern. studying you, he merely fixes the misplaced hair on your face before going back to write in his book.

the obvious unsolved caculations on the white board gave away the reason why kajii had seemed so down, unable to solve whatever he was planning to do next—possibly involving the lemon bombs. you stood there as you solved the problem in your mind beforehand then telling him the solution. he immediately sprouted from the position he'd previously been in—having had his head in his arms whilst he rests on his lab's counter—and went over to you to ruffle your head in an almost rapidly manner before going over to put the solution to the problem he'd been attempting to solve.

smoke flows past his parted lips while he waits for your arrival, holding his pipe between his fingers and watches the faint smoke in the air float about before vanishing. ayatsuji eventually spots you approaching him—to solve another case as a detective—he merely nods his head just a bit before briefly patting your head as he went past your form, anticipating for you to catch up.

tanizaki finds himself beside you while silently listening to the words as you read the story aloud for him to hear. he was more focused to hear till the end of the book before he caught sight of your droopy eyes, threatening to close any second from lack of sleep. without hesitation, he wraps his arm around your head and lets you rest on his shoulder, gently running his hand over your hair before closing the book—bookmarking it beforehand—then placing it on your lap. he admires his surroundings, deciding to stay like this for a while.

© 2023 thedemises. all rights reserved.

[thedemises]

note!... woo! 1,290 words this time, and im quite proud of this myself ngl. i came up with the idea of reader becoming so irritated to the point of threatening a shopkeeper for lying about the exact amount of berries that they gave him (does that summary make sense?)—and also, the shop owner refers to the reader with the usage of the ‘she’ feminine pronoun once but no one really cares in this scenario (unless that makes you uncomfortable, then im sorry—i can't predict everyone's pronouns and not everybody's the same, the world would be boring if it were like that though). reader is implied to be taller and swears fairly quite a lot in this one-

━━.  MONEY COUNT。straw hats scenario!!

as much as you tried to keep your cool calm and steady and not go boiling to the point of going berserk, unbeknownst to the shopkeeper of the store, your patience was running thin when a second passes.

staring down at the shopkeeper, you attempted to not show any signs of irritation but the twitching in your eye says otherwise. you could say that you were glad he didn't notice—but at the same time, you wanted him to see you slowly get into a state of boiling exasperation.

it was supposed to be a simple task to restock the ship after docking on the island; go in, tell the owner what you needed, pay, and get back to the ship—simple, right? however, of course, this shopkeeper—despite appearing to be a relatively frail, old man—had to be an absolute asshole. and for what reason did he had to be one? putting aside that he might know you're a pirate beforehand—it'd be little to none.

as the old geezer harshly tells you to give him the “correct” amount, your hand subconsciously flexes and clench your fist with your thumb inside all your fingers—squeezing hard enough for you to crack a joint in your thumb painlessly.

going through your assorted memories in your head, you knew for a fact that from the back of your mind—you counted the money correctly although the man before you keeps making false statements about it. hell—your ship's navigator, nami, had counted out that exact amount ahead of time and that woman was so tight about money that not only was she rarely that far off, but there’s no possible way you, or she, could've ‘miscounted’ according to you.

standing face-to-face with the store owner with the berries in your hand (one that isn't clenched into a fist; yet shaking in visible anger), you were seconds before bursting into an eruption of negative emotions at the man who woke up and decides to play the role of “The Jerk” on a thursday morning—which you did, but through actions instead.

a loud bang suddenly vibrates through the air which made the shopkeeper flinch violently and shut his mouth quick, simultaneously his hands were up in defense position as he draws his attention away from you and his spooked eyes travel towards to the double-headed spear you've brung along with you (who knows how long he hadn't noticed the weapon you sported since you entered the shop), which had one of the two blades stuck into the wood of the table that separates both the buyer and the seller, nudged well into it that the wood might break into two if you pressed down any further.

silence emits the air for a few seconds, besides your deep breathing that could be heard as much as you tried to slow it down and not express your intense irritation to the owner—although he could already sense your anger.

a chuckle slips from your tongue, your adam's apple bopping slightly. “oh? but  i'm sorry, sir, i am certain that i counted the correct amount—” —the corners of your own lips upturn as you continue, “—even a friend of mine did it herself. there isn't a chance that both of us could perhaps be...” slowly, you lift your head up and stare into his eyes with your own blank intimidating ones—a threatening grin sports your features and the matching menacing glint in your eyes never fades, making the shop owner's fear of you increase now that he realizes the upcoming situation.

“wrong?” you could feel yourself laughing even more as you added on more threat-laced sentences after the other. “i don't give a shitty damn that you already knew i'm a pirate, i'm still a customer nonetheless, no?” you hum with a perked eyebrow, almost mocking him in some way.

“well—”

“oh, i see.. how about i just show you every way that you could be obviously wrong about this, you old scummy son of a dead bitch—”

just then, a bang similar to the one but louder before interrupts the one-sided-argument-turning-interrogation—making the frightened shopkeeper flinch once again at the noisiness.

“hey [name]! there you are!!” luffy’s upbeat voice called and vibrates through the tense air of the store, his iconic smile greeting you when you glanced over. following him after on his two sides were roronoa zoro and sanji, both simply glared at the owner you were about to spill the most unthinkable threats you could've thought of at the top of your head. to this, you sigh and force your spear to hodge itself out of the table's wood which left a evident scar—a silent threat from you to the shopkeeper.

“nami said you were late so we came to check on you.” luffy explains briefly before he noticed the fearful expression on the shop owner's face and appears confused for a moment. “huh? why does that guy look so afraid? did you do something?” the straw hat captain looks you for an answer.

sanji was the second one to speak up, as zoro scans the shop's interior. “[name]-san, do you mind telling us what’s going on here?” asked the cook as he walks up to you and checks your face closely with narrowed eyes.

“did he hurt you anywhere?” the shopkeeper takes the chance to speak up for once in a while, his voice trembling in the remaining fear you made him feel. “th- that wretched brat didn’t pay me the exact amount!” he takes a shallow breath in, sweating building up around his neck, “she still owes me at least a bit more berries because of that!” the man yells, pointing an accusing finger at you—to which you scoffed at and simultaneously rolled your eyes, directing your hued-gaze down at the blond man standing beside you.

“that asshole is telling bullshit after bullshit i tell you,” you grumbled, placing a hand in your hip as you switch to different position to your taste, almost in a similar pose the cook of the straw hats crew.

“listen, that man keeps telling my ear off how incorrect the amount of money i had on hand,” you show the same count of berries in your grasp, the amount of money that nami had given you beforehand. “the geezer denies every time i tried to correct him that what i had was the right amount according to nami and i—heck, i even counted it in front of his two eyes but he wouldn't fucking listen to a thing i said—” you snapped your head to his direction, glaring at the owner mercilessly. “it's like you were born to have ears never meant to be used for.”

“what?!”

speak of the devil, nami herself was also there miraculously. you greeted her with a lazy wave of your hand as you watched nami storm off herself on confronting the shopkeeper soon as you let her have the cash you previously had in your grasp—the young, ginger-haired woman was practically breathing flames on the tip of her tongue with teeth akin to of a shark. it was sort of funny but satisfying to see the look on the old guy's face.

as you were lead away with nico robin, least to say that all of you relatively got what you needed on the thousand sunny for a few weeks sailing on the vast, deep blue sea—awaiting the upcoming adventures you may come across.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved.  ━━  slightly inspired by that one scene of chapter 32 in the bungō stray dogs manga.

[thedemises]

. . .  SARAH [BY ALEX G]! featuring kaoru takamura & kaname nishiruka!

contains! . . . lowercase writing, oc writing, about my two ocs (+ an additional oc), not shipping you weirdos..., uncharacteristically sad kaoru & empathetic kaname, no plot, hurt/comfort(?), only just two lines of dialogue from kaname, mentioned catherine collison. notes! . . .  thought about something sad while I was reading something that wasn't even sad and the tiktok audio going "she looks so angry... why does everyone always look at you that way?" with Sarah by Alex G (sped up) playing in the background (currently am listening to Sarah rn-)

“she looks so angry...”

a simple comment leaves kaname's mouth as he glances at the seemingly disappointed and frustrated look in his superior's—catherine's—face from the small crack between the door and the frame that leads to the main office , then the child look back at kaoru who sat on the stair's steps with a straight posture.

in spite of the bright smile she donned, that never erased the gloominess that ached in her heart even as she denies such thing.

she's undeserving of feeling any emotions with how unhuman she feels and expresses that she can be viewed as simply “apathetic” by others.

staring with an empathetic gaze, a basic question was asked by kaname— “why does everyone always look at you that way?...”

initially, kaoru doesn't say a thing as eyes kaname once but that demeanour shifts as the smile slowly but steadily falls off her face into a upside-down smile—eyelids drooping over her pink irises and eyebrows slightly furrowed, the corners of her reddish-tinited lips forms into a small line but slightly downturned enough that it looks like it's about to bend and crack into a frown.

tucking a small lock of chocolatey brown curls, kaoru softly sighs out through her nose into the silence between her and the young child. kaname quietly walks to her side and sit down beside her while still gazing at the middle-aged woman with a saddened expression, before deciding to lean his head against her body.

the two sat in silence, not daring to disturb the tranquil quietness in the air between them.

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[thedemises]

note!... wow- 1,962 words... that's quite a lot (for me) than usual, but not much how I usually write (you dont know what im meaning but whatever- I don't know as well bc I don't remember-). also this is SPYxFAMILY this time but with an oc of mine instead of a reader insert, woooo!! n e ways- enjoy! (also ignore the crappy ending- i didnt know how to end this properly-)

━━ .  UP FOR BABYSITTING?。forger family & my oc!!

It was another day; a day for work as usual on weekdays for catherine collison. but this time, she's a little late than what she had anticipated.

and she usually is not late.

‘damn, i'm gonna be late for late for work. this was not written in my schedule!’ frustratedly, she thought while taking a glance at her watch which showed “8:53 AM”. this made catherine even more frustrated and slightly stressed.

the soles of her heeled chelsea boots clack on against the pavement, quite hastily like an old typewriter since she was in a hurry to her workplace—yet she strides with straight and firm steps, being careful where she walked. her long and wide, light beige skirt flowing and moving along with her legs. the sunlight reflects on the lens of her golden-framed glasses, consisting of matching golden eyeglass chains attached, which she adjusts her glasses by pushing them back slightly.

a passageway is what she sees to her right, catherine memorized the map to where this passage lead to; nearby her workplace. and off she went, going in quickly as she now makes her presence known with her walking.

turning a corner, she halts abruptedly—all of a sudden—the usual stern face expressing the slightest surprise at the scene before her. distanced by just a few meters, a group of older men are seen harassing a little girl, whom wore a fearful look.

now that just won’t do, especially not in her presence.

without another thought, the pale caramel-haired woman rushes forward and grasps the pink-haired girl's arm to move her away from the older males to place herself in between, whilst gazing sternly like a teacher she used to be.

the men weren't so intimidated by the collison's actions—even if one was startled—and still held their heads up in pride and bravery before the other. meanwhile, the younger female grasps her small hands on to other female's leg, gripping tightly in fear with drops of tears welled up in her big green eyes while hiding behind catherine's leg.

“so,” she begins, speaking firm and condescendingly to the group of males, “what is your business with this girl? So prideful to harass a young girl, how lowly of you all to do so.” catherine doesn't break her firm expression, eyebrows furrowed as she expresses unhappiness to the others' actions.

subtly, the ex-teacher tries to walk away along with the young girl from the gang, as to avoid any violence being received and sent from both sides.

however, the guys only laugh haughtily and pull out weapons such as guns and knives to make themselves a threat. this, of course, causes the girl to cry and sob afraidly while her grip tightens around the older female's calf.

“WAAAAAAHH!! MAMA! PAPA!!”

“tch,” the woman clicks her tongue at the child's cries, briefly bending down to pick her up and shush her quietly for comfort. weighing her decisions in her head, catherine quickly decides to run yet one of the men grabs her arm, attempting to remove the short-haired girl out of the ponytailed woman's arms.

“ah,” the unknown guy chuckles briefly with a sly and greedy grin, “sorry miss, but we’re gonna take that little one there. she goes to that big fancy school, and that outfit could make us lots of money-”

without hesitating, catherine aims her leg quickly to the man's head to knock him out against the wall beside them. of course, this alerts the others as they ready their weapons as well as catherine—who pulls out a firearm hidden behind her back with her free hand, the other preoccupied with holding the little girl.

she fires a few bullets, hitting some of the men in some places, and dodges the bullets that were sent towards her directions—making sure that the kid doesn't get shot at. catherine also makes sure to sprint away every so often from the troop as fast as possible as the men try to reach her, not wanting to get into violence so quickly with a child around. she smashes one of them into the wall with her leg, shooting another in the shoulder, and giving another one a harsh roundhouse kick to the jaw to put him unconscious. all of this fast and quick moves of catherine made the young girl's head kind of spin.

before anything else could happen as the older female readies herself, the younger girl looks up at you with a reassuring and happy look in her child eyes, “don't worry, miss stranger lady!” smiling, the kid continues her sentence, “mama and papa are here!”

with that, a man and woman—catherine assuming to be the child's father and mother—reaches the scene and immediately took care of the mem within a matter of seconds. after all was finished, the couple turns to the females.

catherine carefully settles down the young girl, who quickly ran over to her parents to engulf them into a hug of relief. the two adults appeared intimidating for a moment before melting at the sight of their little girl all safe, both of them embracing their daughter—the father using only one arm to hug her back.

as the light caramel-haired woman sheathed her firearm away and adjusts her glasses up a bit, for a moment, she notices the death glare she was receiving from the black-haired woman over the little girl’s head—probably assuming that the glasses-wearing woman was a threat—which catherine was completely unfazed about. however, that changes quite quickly when the young child tells her mother and father about what occured just now, “mama! papa! this lady saved me! she came just in time and fight the bad guys but they were so scary!!”

this causes the expression on the woman’s face to morph into a look of realization as she approached and bowed to catherine in gratitude, “ah! sorry about that miss, but thank you for saving our miss anya.”

‘anya?’ catherine raises a brow for a split second at how quickly the mother switchss but doesn't question things any further,  ‘so that must be that kid's name..’ straightening the cuffs on her dark-colored blouse and slightly clearing her throat, she nods in response. “ah, it's certainly no problem to me. though it'd be a less of an issue if you kept a more attentive eye on your daughter—so you wouldn't lose her again. as long as she is safe.”

“yes!”

glancing at the man, who anya was hugging tightly as he held her with one arm, stood a little bit behind the black-haired woman as he seemed to be assessing catherine with very aware eyes. this made catherine slightly suspicious of, before he walked over and shook the light-haired woman's hand with a polite smile.

“yes, thank you very much for protecting our daughter from harm. i am loid forger, this is my wife, yor, and our daughter-”

the father, loid, was interrupted by his daughter exclaiming her name, “anya forger!” all with throwing her arms dramatically into the arm, a childish smile on her round face.

this made yor and loid chuckle a bit at their child's antics, while catherine shook his hand in return as she smiled a bit before introducing herself. “yes, yes, i know that now. my name is catherine collison, its a fine pleasure to meet you, forgers.” as catherine said that, she places a hand over her chest as her smile disappears into a more professional and formal expression, standing straighter than ever.

this makes yor smile at the other woman, “its really nice to meet you too, miss collison!”, loid smiles back in reply as he puts anya back down to her feet.

for a few moments, anya looked to her parents and then turning to the lady who rescued her. the pale caramel-haired lady could almost see that something like gears were turning in her head before it clicked.

then—all of a sudden—she clasps her hands together, intertwining her fingers, as anya dons a decent saddened expression while she swayed towards the former teacher, “oh, how anya wishes to have a babysitter...~ mama and papa can be so busy and anya is always at home with nobody else but with doggy...~”

the scene coming from anya slightly baffles collison, from how the younger girl was acting; she was definitely trying to get the older to be her babysitter. catherine sighs to herself, internally.

“they would pay really well, but how will anya ever find someone to babysit me?” and then, she leans over against catherine's leg, causing the other to hold anya up right to prevent her from falling over to the floor.

the pale brunette mutters a quiet, “babysitter…?” to herself, with only the blond man picking up on it.

meanwhile, loid deadpans while yor sweatdrops at the younger's antics, but before yor could sputter any apologies for her daughter's actions, catherine stands up and pushes her glasses her to the bridge of her nose and turns to the couple with a firm and professional look.

“my apologies, but i'm afraid i can't accept doing babysitting work for your child.” the response coming from catherine makes the forgers look saddened—though anya looks more upset than anything while loid's face hardens in sternness. regardless, she continued, “i have work to do, and-...” then, realization pops into catherine's mind before her eyes widen as she checks her watch for a moment. as yor notices this and looks worried, she tries to ask the other while walking closer to her.

“uhm, are you okay?—”

the mother was startled when the latter pulls out a notebook to hastily write down something with a pen that appeared out of nowhere, ripping off the page, and shoved the paper in yor's arms—before sprinting off forward.

“my apologies, forgers! but, I'M LATE!” was the last thing catherine said to the forgers before disappearing when she rounded the corner, her long pale caramel-hued hair—that was tied up into a half-braided ponytail—flowing with the wind as the breeze made her brown coat fly upwards to show her baclside—which revealed the sheathed firearm that she secretly hid behind her back. loid, yor, and anya could only state where she ran off to with blank and shocked faces.

recovering from the sudden shock, yor takes a look at the piece of paper that was shoved to her so roughly—which had crumpled the paper quite a bit.

yor reads what had been written down out loud for loid and anya to listen, she could notice the neat yet messy handwriting catherine wrote in because of how quick she was. the note has written a phone number at the top and a simple paragraph at the bottom that said: “i'll have to think about it. please call me if you want to talk about it, forger. but i have work that extends from 8:50 AM to 5:60 PM.”, signed with “—c. catherine” alongside a unique signature. the note was quite messy yet still appeared formal and professional.

even after the forgers had reached home, loid still thought about what catherine had told them, thinking about what anya said earlier. considering that franky always complained about looking after anya—only to shut up when loid brings up something franky looked forward to/something that franky wants...

...to be frank, maybe they did need a babysitter.

© thedemises 2023. all rights reserved. ━━  i like to imagine catherine collison having a (jp) voice like yu shimamura (or arisa sakuraba) and a (eng) voice like erica lindbeck!

[thedemises]

. . . A DYING PAINED FLARE! featuring evgenia yefimova (& miriam yefimova)!

contains! . . .  lowercase writing, oc backstory, character death, loss of a loved one, blue fire, burning building, crying (not from evgenia), kind of cringe since this was created two months ago bleh- notes! . . .  something something an old draft abt a part of a backstory of my favorite russian assassin, evgenia yefimova <333

one thing she could reflect back on was the day her adoptive family envelope in blue flames right before her eyes.

massive flames animatedly flicker around and crackle, as if to mock evgenia yefimova's helplessness as she silently stands front of the house she once called home—now a burning pile of ashes and crumbled, broken off pieces of rubble. her usual calm eyes were wide at the building's state with the fire's reflection in her pale irises, lips were parted slightly open, almost like she couldn't believe the sight bestowed upon her.

evgenia's breaths were impossible to hear—with the sounds of fire cackling in the background if anyone weren't so close to her still figure. but, as her grip on her younger sister's wooden sword loosened enough to drop on the ground, evgenia's knees abruptly fell on the grass with a thud yet still kept her empty gaze glued to the burning home.

no word escaped her parted mouth, even as the screams of her two mothers—yelling for her and evgenia to get out of there—following the muffled cries of her young sister, who failed to get back on her feet once a broken plank of aflamed wood fell on her frail body, eventually begun to ring and echo endlessly in her ears, no sound was to be heard from evgenia. even as her body trembled and shook akin to earthquake, like her demeanour were to crack and collapse if one was not careful.

all evgenia could do was kneel and watch the lasting moments of the people she has entrusted her heart with again—be jinxed by the cruel world she walks on. feeling increasingly worse and more worthless with each second passing, when evgenia could've been quicker to react and act before the incident happened, she considers murder—to assassinate the one responsible for event to occur—but reconsidered it and brushed it to the back of her mind.

another thought was taking her own life away—however, evgenia tossed that idea aside, recalling her sister previously crying about how she shouldn't do such thing to herself; a sacrifice so self-sacrificing and undeserving to evgenia herself.

...

hic—

tears begun to well up at the corners of her eyes, miriam yefimova tugged on evgenia's sleeve as if pleading that what the latter said was supposedly a joke (when it was not).

“please, sister.. please do not kill yourself for something like that!”

evgenia recalled the echos of agonisingly hurting anguish in miriam's voice as she sobbed, the younger sister hurt that her older sister had spoken something along such lines.

“you have to promise me that you'll live! for me! for our mothers! for the purpose of us! living for somebody would be the answer, not death.”

miriam pauses to take a deep but shaky breath in while she tries to control the salty droplets from spilling, looking up at evgenia with a hurtful gaze before tightening her grasp on the older latter's sleeve and pulling it close to her shorter body, shutting her eyes in the process.

"evi..." she begins, a few tears seeping out of the cracks of miriam's eyes and soaking a part of evgenia's long sleeve. "promise that, in the future... even after death, when your life surpasses mine, don't feel ashamed for living; for surviving longer for somebody you should've died for."

miriam sniffles, snot coming out of her nostrils as she sobs but she doesn't make the action to wipe her nose yet. after a long silence of not talking, evgenia allows her younger sister to speak at her own pace as she tries to console miriam.

...

"evi, don't try to find a reason... to die for somebody's love."

...

the pain hurts far more than evgenia would have thought, even now that she can recall everything with clarity.

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