lemystical-puffle

[lemystical-puffle]

German comes from his songs, Catholic comes from the birthday cards where everyone “chose an item” and Hisoka chose a rosary, and Hisoka drank a serum given to him by August that Hisoka believed would kill him, but only erased his memories.

Kamekichi is a menace

[lemystical-puffle]

speckle and bertie from tuca amd bertie were so harutaka bro

[lemystical-puffle]

Wooo long time no A3! post! Saw this in my drafts while listening to a sappy playlist and decided to finish it. Based on the prompt: “I have been in love with you for years.”

This is just tooth rotting fluff and I’m actually super happy with how it came out asdfghjlajalkl I had to take a break while writing bc I could feel myself fangirling.

Anyway, here’s a short Izumi x Sakyo scenario!

- - -

It’s a late night for Izumi and Sakyo as they sit at the dining table, working hard at balancing the logistics of the troupe.

Without warning, Izumi all but flumps her upper body on top of the table.

“Oi!” Sakyo yelps, indignant. “Don’t mess up the files with your nonsense.”

Izumi languidly adjusts her position to shift a deadpan stare at her (business) partner.

“Tired.” she grouses.

Sakyo merely sighs and leaves Izumi to wallow in her own world, resuming his work.

Minutes tick by, and just like clockwork, Izumi’s soft snores start filling in the silence of the night. Simultaneously, Sakyo starts losing his focus, eyes unconsciously drifting over to the object of his affections.

Perhaps its just him being lulled in by the quiet comfort of the early morning hours, but Sakyo feels himself more drawn to his childhood friend than usual, and slowly reaches his hand out to brush Izumi’s hair out of her face.

‘Soft…’ Sakyo’s mind so helpfully supplies him, as he carefully threads his fingers through her brown locks.

As if responding to Sakyo’s gentle actions, Izumi leans further into his touch as well as she can while still fast asleep on the table.

Sakyo suddenly feels his heart seize with a great affection and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths. He inwardly allows himself a moment of weakness - a moment of vulnerability - and lets the warmth spread throughout his body.

He is all too familiar with this feeling - this mind-blowing endearment that takes over him every so often whenever he finds himself a little too introspective.

Sakyo is snapped out of his musings when Izumi suddenly opens her eyes, her gaze fixed on his, still with some traces of sleepiness present but alert nonetheless. Sakyo is helplessly pinned by her gaze as he continues to carefully comb through her hair with his fingers.

A sleepy smile takes over Izumi’s face. “That feels nice.”

Sakyo makes a noncommittal hum in response, but doesn’t stop.

Izumi’s eyes scan his face, and Sakyo can’t find it in himself to look away. They continue like this for awhile in the silence, both of them carried away by the ambience they’ve found themselves in.

“You know, Sakyo,” Izumi elects to break the quiet, using a low voice as if being careful not to scare him off. “Treat a girl like this, and she might start to get the wrong idea.”

Sakyo’s hand stills, but he doesn’t pull away. “…What kinds of ideas?”

Izumi lightly places her hand over his hand that is still entangled in her hair. “Things that aren’t always said out loud, but things you can hear in the silence,” she bites her lip before whispering, “Ideas about… love.���

Sakyo’s heart skips a beat and he feels his face warm, probably mirroring Izumi’s own reddening face. Carefully - almost reverently - he takes her hand and entwines it in his. Sakyo slowly brings Izumi’s hand to his lips, and presses a soft kiss against it.

“And what if I told you,” Sakyo mumbles, his lips still pressed to Izumi’s hand, “That I have been in love with you for years.”

Izumi’s eyes widen, then crinkle as she beams at him, pure unadulterated affection reflected in her eyes that Sakyo has no doubt is reflecting back at her just the same in his.

[lemystical-puffle]

Hey tumblr, I forgot about this place

But it’s pride month

So uh: Banri Settsu!

[lemystical-puffle]

I realised again how A3! only lasted for like 2 years but it made such a huge impact on me like few other games. I don't really follow JP server except for looking at new cards and stuff bc it's too much work and it's not the same experience. It's like I'm still following a friendxs social media without reaching out bc we drifted apart. It's nice to see them enjoy their life and I DO wish to be part of it but it's simply not possible without a lot of work I can't manage without running myself haggard.

Still, it has such a special place in my heart and though I continue to mourn it at times, ultimately the pain of our farewells has faded into nostalgic times I cherish dearly and can finally remember fondly. It's somehow bittersweet how it doesn't evoke strong emotions anymore like it used to, whether positive or negative. But I guess it's just part of the passage of time. Some friends aren't meant for a lifetime and that's OK.

[lemystical-puffle]

[lemystical-puffle]

[lemystical-puffle]

[lemystical-puffle]

Dolphins (and Tabasa) was officially on Dogma’s shitlist that day

Reference: (by WolvZephyr)

[lemystical-puffle]

so there's this one indie game i really like...

[lemystical-puffle]

A3!?!? In this economy!?!? You betcha!

[lemystical-puffle]

God anyone else thinking of kanoshin

[lemystical-puffle]

sometimes i jumpscare myself randomly remembering when jin said he'd like takane to be a mom in a kagefuture edition

[lemystical-puffle]

whatever. shinaya enchanted au. i said whatever!

[lemystical-puffle]

momo goes emo

happy 15th

[lemystical-puffle]

those first couple weeks after escaping a time loop have gotta be disorienting as all fuck. all those little cues that used to tell you what's about to happen are now triggers that cause you to brace for something that isn't coming. you have to relearn the permanence of death -- hell, you have reacquaint yourself with the entire concept of finality altogether. everything keeps changing but it never changes back and you keep having to remind yourself that this is normal. "it won't reset anymore," you echo to yourself, over and over and over, like a broken record, like you're still trapped in a loop, like someone who escaped the time loop but was doomed to bring it into the future with them