#ymagishi

[shigured]

❝ ah yamagishi. pefect timing. ❞ the sun's bright today, the weather warm enough for shigure to work outside of their workshop. with no commissions or favors to do, they're finally working on a little personal project for once. with both of their hands full in the guts of the bike they're working on right now, coincidence or not - the girl's passing by was welcomed. shocking, they're aware. but alas ❝ can you do me a favor ? i need you to grab the pliers and hold this open for me while i change the connectors.❞ @ymagishi ♥'d

[pridewon]

@ymagishi​  (starter call)

Ushijima Wakatoshi is not, by a long, an anxious person by nature. When pressure does bear down on him, he doesn’t buck nor bend; storms are meant to be weathered, and withstanding expectations is a show of character he has, unwittingly, claimed as his own; without real intention, or at least, none other than living up to standards he has set up for himself, without need or desire for recognition. Schoolwork, athletics, his volleyball career, the upcoming world championship, a recent injury just barely recovered from... all of these things, he signed up for. It’s all part of the deal, part of the game, to soar at the heights he aims for. Therefore... it is very atypical, for him to sit outside his house, to seek fresh air as though he ought to breathe better, his phone still hanging in his hand from the call he just hung up from. Footsteps draw him from his absent contemplation; shoulders straighten, and he looks up - “Oh, it’s you.” How late is it, for Yukako to just come back from her baito? “... how was work?” He asks, à propos of nothing; making small talk when he never does. A dead giveaway - but when has he ever been a good actor?

[phantombs]

He spouts offers. Yet, for all her love for the kind and saccharine, his offers aren’t rosy. His words aren’t sweet. And still, deep in those dark caverns of her yearning, He knows these ugly things are what pique her most. Smiling, the creature watches. He haunts the alley grim. “Again? People think they can do anything to you. Everything. Are you meant to just stand there and take it?” He asks. Don’t. Yukako, alone in this night-soaked city, has no angel at her shoulder, but a twisted beast. What misfortune. He traces his jaw, black talon clanking, and emerging out the alley, eyes her peers. Terrible classmates. Terrible classmates with their terrible words. “Enough. We know you deserve better than this. In fact, I think we should go up and show them.”

@ymagishi, ♡'d.

[demonsfate]

SPOTIFY WRAPPED ! || ACCEPTING || @ymagishi​ SENT ...

47 for the spotify wrapped!

HE  IS  SOAKED  &  BATTERED,  worn  down  from  a  fight,  &  drenched  in  mother  nature’s  showers.  although  the  rain  isn’t  any  louder  than  it  has  been  on  this  earth,  jin  swears  the  pitter  patter  of  it  can  puncture  his  eardrums.  it  seems  that  all  it  ever  does  is  pour  these  days.  what  ever  happened  to  the  sun  ?  had  he  scared  it  away  ?

jin  looks  over  to  the  woman  before  him.  he  isn’t  concerned  about  scaring  her,  she  appears  strong,  too.  he  wonders  if  they  are  alike  -  restless  fighters.

 “  ...  can  we  really  die  ?  ”

if  rain  is  what  you  want  -  slipknot

[straye]

leans on his shoulder and falls asleep. zzz

UNPROMPTED ASK — ALWAYS ACCEPTING! <3

“We’ll be taking a trip for a little bit. Be sure to pack for at least five days.”

It wasn’t hard getting Hisae’s permission for the trip with how reliable he’s been to the family in the past, but he let her in on the itinerary and got some ideas on what Yukako might like best out of it (it was something of a surprise trip across the country, Shinya told Yukako that much until they got their tickets in their hands).

Shinya and Yukako left by train from Morioh one morning for Kanagawa. They’d be resting at Kogami’s childhood home; Tomoyo finally got to meet the daughter figure that reminded Shinya so much of her, and they hit it off much better than he could have hoped. ( He didn’t protest her referring to Yukako as a granddaughter. It was sweet, really. )

Shinya took Yukako to the beach he grew up visiting every summer, and all the places he spent prowling through when he was her age: the shopping centers, basketball courts, street food vendors.

The gesture was his own form of expressing his fatherly affection, and seeing Yukako seem so happy about the entire thing made his heart swell. They shared a disposable camera and film to capture these moments, and they reflected back on them on the train ride home, with Yukako leaning against his shoulder.

As the train flushed gold with the sky’s sunset glow and only a couple of hours left of their ride back, Kogami asked, “Did you have a good time, oujo-san?”

When he didn’t get a response, he peered over to her, and shook as he stifled a laugh.

“—- Ah. Rest easy.”

[decaysate]

“    so,    so?    what do you think,    yukako-chan?    ”    by now,    the chocolate has cooled down;    bumpy    &.    uneven,    but that’s just because of his special ingredient!    he made sure to pick out the spiciest snack available,        if you were to ask him?    super demon king pepper snacks seem to fit the bill!    “    do you think wakatoshi-kun would actually react if he ate this?    should i have added more chips?    ”

@ymagishi​​.    ♡  *

[kageira]

40 MINUTE SHOWER NEVER ACTUALLY WASHES!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?

sometimes  you  just  gotta  stand  underneath  running  water  for  40  minutes  until  you  feel  refreshed  &.    that's  it.    that's  all.    until  he's  forced  to  use  soap  because  shu  absolutely  knows  when  he  didn't.

[pridewon]

@ymagishi​ (starter call)

“Ah, Yukako - just one second, we’re almost done...” Perhaps it speaks to Yamaguchi’s character, that even in the midst of chaos, he would try to keep up a smiling facade when his girlfriend makes her way into Karasuno’s gym (they had agreed to go back to his house and study together - but practice is running late); alas, try as he might to focus on her, high voices cut him short in his endeavour. A frustrated sigh is repressed behind closed lips and gritted teeth; with an apologetic gesture, he leavs Yukako to return to his current mission: resolving yet another conflict between Tsukki and Kageyama... which was almost working - until it doesn’t, and Kageyama raises his voice a bit too much... and Yamaguchi loses his patience. “Okay, I think we - shut up, Kageyama, I’m talking!” Kageyama’s maw snaps shut; but Tsukishima starts to snicker... “You too, Tsukki!” 

... now everyone’s mouth is shut, and Tsukishima looks at him with the same shocked expression as he did in that bathroom, over a year ago, when Tadashi had called him an idiot. Well. This isn’t great, but... still a little satisfying. “Sorry about that.” Five minutes later, and Tadashi can finally make his way back to Yukako. “... please tell me they’re still too shocked to look like they’re gonna be at each other’s throats again when we leave?”

[yeshens]

       “   but consider this :  if we get twice the amount of food we need now,  we’ll save ourselves from having to make another trip into town.   they call this sort of thing investing in the future,  i’ve heard.   ”

@ymagishi ,  ♥

[deckofclubs]

@ymagishi

‘ you know, yukako, i hope you don’t mind me saying. ‘ gorou had been stewing on this for a while. he had first noticed it when they first met, but he thought maybe that was just the way her hair looked. it was subtle enough that if you weren’t looking closely, you might not notice. but the more he looked (subtle, of course, he didn’t want to stare at her and freak her out), the truth became more and more obvious. yukako had ears. 

they weren’t quite like his. he wanted a closer look, wanted to ask about them, but he knew it could be a touchy subject. he didn’t like when random strangers asked about his, or, god forbid, touched them. but he felt comfortable enough to speak up now.

‘ i hope this isn’t rude, or too forward, i just noticed....you have ears like me. well, not exactly like mine, but....not human. you know what i mean. i didn’t notice before. ‘ 

[mukagen]

the coast is clear,   thanks to the work of his most  recent  protege.     man,   managing a business was hard.     to be honest,   he didn’t exactly want yukako,   but she seemed attached to mob,   so he figured it would be better if he put her to work.     what he  doesn’t  like is the jaded look she gives him  after  she exorcises the spirit,   which causes reigen to start sweating  bullets  and move his hands around frantically in an attempt to seem blasé. 

❛         w-w-w-well  obviously  i could have handled that on my own,  haha!     but that spirit was so  beneath  me,   it seemed like a waste of my  awesome power!     because it’s  ...  too  powerful  to  use  in  public  spaces!     yeah  ——  yeah!     if i used my powers right now,   yukako,   your head would burn up so much you’d  ...  go  bald!       ❜      

               @ymagishi​​​​,             sc.  

[funkdroid]

✱    ╰    ⎯⎯⎯⎯       STARTER        ,        @ymagishi​​

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❛❛    𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂    𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂    𝙼𝙴    𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 .   ❛❛                they’d    been    sitting    on    opposite    ends    of    the    couch    ,    controller    clutched    in    yukako’s    hands    as    she    pressed    the    buttons    𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺    so .        they    had    exchanged    the    controller    between    the    LEVELS    of        GATES    OF    ZENDOCON    ,    seamlessly    keeping    the    game    going .        it    was    one    thing    they    had    in    common          ⎯⎯⎯⎯           playing    these    games .        IT        WAS        A        STARTING        POINT .        cassette    girl    hums    as    the    controller    is   passed    to    her    . . .                  ❛❛    𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃    𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁    𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂    𝙳𝙾    𝚈𝙾𝚄    𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 ?    ❛❛  

[ruinedheart]

❛  did you see that last cross spike? wasn’t it the tightest cut shot you’ve ever seen!  ❜ for a guy who just finished playing a three set game, koutarou is still positively brimming with energy! body can barely stand still as he awaits the ( potential ) praise from @ymagishi, shifting from side to side. ❛  i think it was my best spike of the game! i messed up the second set, but that flub doesn’t matter because i made up for it with that third set. when’s your game? i wanna watch!  ❜

[phantombs]

@ymagishi asked:  ❛before you say anything, can you just not say anything ?❜  𝟐𝟕  𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, still accepting.

Monster-girl. Reckless. Bad news.

“Weird. Was there anything to say?”

She needn’t announce it: she’s clearly upset. The weight of that night, concert yet buzzing waspy in her brain, wear thick and heavy upon her shoulders. Yet, it isn’t beleaguered that she very much seems, not when standing there always like a pillar, she’s seldom ever fancied crumbling apart. Never once. She -- stone like, tough as diamonds -- is unbending, unyielding, and truly unbreakable.

But at the end of the day, Yukako, young as she is, remains a girl. A frazzled girl. He knows. And though poems can make girls into crowns of cut jewelry, the world so ruthless is a glutton for perfection. No, there is no room at all for fracturing diamonds or jewels. They’re steeply devalued or primly set aside, and seen like gemstones on necklaces or the gold bands of rings, girls, like diamonds, can’t have their flaws.

But she -- bloody knuckled, the smell of phở still in her memory -- did.

She’s sensitive. Maybe the kids had talked of her in school today. She’s still like an open wound fresh and glistering wet, and big brother is a healer. He knows one, two, three-thousand things about weeping hemorrhages, so much so that she didn’t need to snap to stand them clear. Nope. They are there, her ego or heart both, bleeding under the surface. He knows his hurts. He hangs quiet, and she chops the strawberries for the tart he’s busying with. He pinches the crust, cute divets forming like a doily, and quietly, the knife thunks and thunks. And then--

“Give me your hand. You’re bleeding. Did you notice?” he says.

It’s about the chopping. Or not. It most definitely actually is, but it’s not. He offers his hand, and in contrast, hers seems to wear a dribbling cut. Oh.

The early morning is quiet. Cường wets a towel, and gently, he works it over it, the deep red staunching the cloth. Gingerly, the smell of strawberries waft from wet and seedy under her nails. He cleans. “It’s funny. I help treat a thousand cuts, but for you, it’s mostly been for fussing at rose bushes. Or maybe knitting. Or helping make the best desserts with someone.” Not bruises. Not split skin when fists fly at teeth. Not just a rumor-mill. She isn’t like the things kids say, Cường knows that, and to simply so in the sun-gauzed kitchen...

 “I usually tell people to stop doing what hurts them, but I don’t know what you’d be without them. Or me. I really like your strawberry tarts, you know.”

Ah. He takes a band-aid from somewhere, and he wraps it about her. She’s still berries, their sticky seeds, and the month of sun, at her hands.

[aataris]

🐆 does this work w/ a single muse blog nd a multimuse

for the random muse pairings !

tags ur new blog @ymagishi aksjakjn it did work uwu

[pridewon]

@ymagishi​ said:  nodding off… for tadashi<3 (nodding off meme)

Tadashi has always liked travelling by train. Even for short distances, even for a day walk in the countryside with his parents or Tsukki’s family; youthful hazel eyes catch on the landscape flying by with the easse of sand slipping through clumsy fingers. The late afternoon’s warm glow ripples at the surface of soaked rice fields, and it seems as though the whole coach has fallen under the moment’s spell. The gentle rumble of the train has lulled some of the passengers to sleep; and Tadashi peels his eyes off of the window when a light weight gently bumps into his shoulder.

Yukako is asleep on his shoulder, and Tadashi asks himself if he has ever seen anything moe beautiful than the way the fading sunlight gets caught in the waves of her hair. Probably not. Colour spreads to the tip of his ears, lights up a small smile across his lips -- the day has been a long one. Tadashi has been exploring universities in the area, in anticipation of next year, and Yukako had accompanied him to today’s open day (to prepare for the inevitable? to try and picture what it would be like, if he were to attend a university a bit further away from their usual treading grounds?); and gratitude and affection had bloomed in his chest every time she would ask the professors and staff and students questions he had not even thought of, and gratitude and affection blooms in his chest still, as he slowly moves his hand to lace their fingers together (hoping not to wake her, not before they reach their home destination). 

It doesn’t hurt to think about it, but --- Next year is not quite there yet. Next year can wait a little longer, while they nod off on a train at dusk.