#''umm this many!“ and holds up like 4 or 5 fingers and sans is just like 😧 thinking about how he told them that

[nachosforfree]

Do you have a headcanon for how old Frisk is?

(Personal headcanony nonsense below this point)

I personally like pre-teen interpretations of Frisk. That’s an age where you start to understand things more instead of just accepting what you’re told. Frisk was probably taught how monsters are evil and dangerous. When they fall in the underground they meet Toriel and see that isn’t true. They can choose to blindly follow what the humans taught them or they can to trust monsters and the kindness they were shown.

I think Frisk is about 7 or 8, so yeah pretty young

[skzpoet]

soulmates

Hyunjin / AU

Summary: Everyone talks about it. Everyone talks about soulmates. Everyone talks about meeting their soulmate in the most romantic way and how them trusting the ways of fate, was easily the best decision they’ve ever made. But not me. I haven’t met my soulmate yet, and I don’t think I will.

Genre: soft, fluff

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Everyone talks about it. Everyone talks about soulmates. Everyone talks about meeting their soulmate in the most romantic way and how them trusting the ways of fate, was easily the best decision they’ve ever made. But not me. I haven’t met my soulmate yet, and I don’t think I will.

Many people have met their soulmate by the age of 20. I turn 21 in a week. I have seen no sign of my soulmate in the 20 years I have existed. Some have their soulmates name on their wrist. Some have an outline of a puzzle piece somewhere on their body and their soulmate is the missing piece. Some even dream about them. But me? Nothing. I came to terms with not finding a soulmate a couple months ago. I stopped checking my body for clues a week ago.

My friends pity me. They already have their person. Anytime we hang out, they give me this sympathy look and i always roll my eyes at them. I’m fine being alone, because that’s all I’ve ever known. After all, how can i yearn for something that I never had?

-

I work at a small coffee shop right in the middle of San Francisco, California. You would expect it to be busy because of the location it is in, but it’s the opposite. Starbucks is right next to us so most of the business goes there, but I don’t mind it. People who come here, are mostly elderly people and some teens who are just looking for something cheap on the way to school.

It’s currently 5:30pm and the store closes in 30 minutes. Because of it being the weekend, we close an hour early. Today felt long so I was excited to go home. I took the mop out of the supply closet and got to cleaning the main lobby when the bell to the front door went off.

“I’ll be with you in a second!” I say loudly so the person could hear me. I hear a small “okay” in return. I finished mopping the section I was doing, and set the mop to the side. I walked to the register wiping my hands off on my apron. “What can I get you today?” I say still looking down to the register, pressing buttons to get the persons order ready.

“Umm..” I look up to see his fingers tugging his bottom lip as he stares at the menu, deep in thought. I take this chance to admire him. He wore a beanie that covered his hair. He was wearing a buttoned up coat, but underneath was a black and white striped turtleneck. I admired his style. Something about his style though, didn’t seem like the typical San Francisco style you see everyday. It makes me wonder if he’s from California.

“Did you catch that?” He said snapping me back to reality. Redness forms to my cheeks as I noticed him catching me starting at him for too long. “No, I didn’t. I’m sorry. Could you say it again?” I look down to the register, fearing I would stare too long if I looked at him again. He gave me a slight chuckle before saying his order again.

I immediately started on his drink as he stands by the counter browsing through his phone. I take this opportunity to look at him some more. He’s tall. Like, really tall. If I ever hugged him, his chin could fit perfectly on the top of my head.

Wait. What? Why am I thinking about this? Am I okay?

I blush again. Shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts. I finish making his drink.

“Here’s your Americano...” I trail off, not knowing his name. He looks up from his phone and then to me. “Hyunjin.” He says with a smile.

“Hyunjin.” I say. I return the smile. He grabs the drink from my hand and stands there for a little bit. It seemed like he wanted to ask a question.

“What’s your name?” He asks. I stumble with my words before I finally say, “Y/N.” I look at him more, studying his face.

“Y/N.” He says and smiles, repeating my actions from a few minutes ago. He walked backwards towards the door, still looking at my face. “Goodbye, Y/N.” He turns around and just like that, he’s out the door. I let go of the breath I didn’t know I was holding. I took a few minutes to collect myself again before returning to my duties.

Fifteen more minutes until I could close the shop and go home. My mind was full of Hyunjin and the interaction I just had with him. He was the prettiest boy I ever saw. His smile reminded me of honey. Sweet and golden. He had that type of smile that could be put into an art museum. He is art.

My thoughts get interrupted by a sneeze. “Bless you.” I say immediately. “Thank you!” The voice said back.

I finish my duties and close the shop. I turn the lights off in the back where only employees can go and then make my way to the front. I pick up the chairs that were in the lobby and placed them on the table. Afterwards, I got my keys and turned off the last light.

Wait.

I look around me and view the store. It was silent. Nothing was running. It was dark and the only thing you could hear was my keys dangling by my side.

I’m the only one here. I thought to myself. So who sneezed?

I drove home replaying the events from tonight. First meeting Hyunjin and now the sneeze which i’m positive I heard but now beginning to think i’m going crazy. I heard the sneeze and the response “thank you” so clearly and the voice sounded familiar. Was I going crazy? Probably. I sighed and continued on my drive home.

-

I unlocked the door that led into my home. I saw my mom and my brother sitting in the living room watching something on Netflix. I heard the all too familiar sound of paws on the hard floor meaning my dog knew I was home.

I set my stuff down near the door and leaned down to welcome my dog with open arms.

“Hi baby!” I was attacked with kisses all over my face and her head butted mine from excitement. My mom noticed what was happening and turned her head towards me. “Dinner is on the counter.” She said softly. I got up from kneeling and picked up my stuff. “I’m not really hungry, thank you though.” I walk towards the kitchen to get water.

“Y/N?” I stop. I turn around to see who was calling my name. My mom and brother were still sitting on the couch, their attention glued to the TV.

“Did you guys call my name?” I ask both of them. “No.” They both said in unison, not taking their eyes off the TV. I shake my head, ignoring the voice that I happened to have heard for the second time tonight. I grab water and quickly head up stairs.

I grabbed my laptop and sat on my bed. I opened my laptop and went to Google. Searching for something I swore to never look up anymore. Soulmates.

Don’t know if you found your soulmate? Here’s 10 common clues to look for!

I clicked on the link and scrolled through the article.

“Finding your soulmate is not only exhilarating but also scary if you don’t know the signs! In this article we found the top 10 telltale signs of finding your soulmate. According to data taken from all around the world, we gathered a list of things to look for on your body or your surroundings to see if you found your soulmate..”

I scroll further into the list, holding my breath.

There’s no way this can be real, right?

1. Their name is on your wrist.

2. You dream about their life.

3. You have a puzzle piece or an outline of a puzzle piece somewhere on your body.

4. You can decide their day to day life by making choices for them

5. You can taste what they’re eating

6. You can read their thoughts

7. Your eye color changes to theirs

8. You only can speak their name until you find them

9. Your world is in black and white until you find them

10. You can hear their voice when no one around you can

My breath hitched in my throat. My heart rate sped up. It can’t be, can it? Am I crazy? Did I actually hear someone’s voice?

It didn’t help that I couldn’t hear his voice right now. Whoever he is. He knew my name, so maybe I do know him. I clicked on number 10 to see if it can give me more information.

“Number ten is less common. It wasn’t discovered until 2 years ago, where someone thought they were going crazy because they heard someone’s voice. Don’t worry! That’s just your soulmate talking to you. How does it work though? Well, according to the now couple who discovered it 2 years ago, they said they couldn’t hear each other’s voices until they met in person. And after that, anything they spoke, the other person could hear. Meaning, if you can hear someone’s voice and no one else can, high chances are you recently met them!”

“Hyunjin.” I whispered. I closed my laptop and sat straight up. I pace around my room chewing on my thumb. “Hyunjin” I say again, but louder. “I think you’re my soulmate. But I could totally be wrong and be crazy and just be completely talking to myself. I don’t even know how this works or if I’m doing this right. But again, you could totally not be my soulmate and i’m just talking to mys—“ I get cut off from the familiar voice i’ve been hearing all night.

“Y/N” The voice you’ve been so desperate to hear for the past hour finally came through and you stopped pacing. “It is Hyunjin” he said slowly. I stopped breathing. How is he my soulmate? I have a soulmate? Hyunjin is my soulmate? My mind was running with thoughts. “I finally met you.” He sounded just as relieved as I was feeling right now. “I didn’t think I had a soulmate” I sit back on my bed, listening to Hyunjin. “I’ve waited so long and I just lost hope, you know? All of my friends have their people and they’re in love which is great, but i longed for that feeling for what felt like for an eternity so when I turned 21, I completely lost hope. That is, until I met you.” He was talking fast and I was still at a loss for words.

Everything felt like it was happening too fast, but in reality it couldn’t have been more perfect timing. I waited so long, I waited almost 21 years to have what everyone else had. I lost hope and just when I was fully accepting not having a soulmate, Hyunjin comes into my life.

“I cant believe you’re my soulmate” I whisper. My body longed for him. I want to hear his laugh and his voice. I now understand the love my friends have with their person. I yearn for something I never had. I yearn for Hyunjin. These feelings were consuming me to the point it was too hard to handle them. Without even thinking, I speak to Hyunjin. “We should meet up” I say quickly but hopeful. It was silent. “Hyunjin?” I hope i’m not scaring him.

I hear a knock from downstairs. My dog was barking and I got up from my bed. “Y/N! It’s for you” My mom yelled. My feet worked faster than my brain and I was basically running downstairs. I get to the door, and there stood Hyunjin. I was shocked.

“How do you know where I live?” I ask him going outside and shutting the door behind me. He smiled at me. “I think it’s a soulmate thing?” He laughed. “I don’t really know, I just knew to come here.” He’s beautiful. He’s glowing in the night and I wanted nothing more to kiss him. Is this what it’s like to be with your soulmate?

“You’re doing it again.” he snapped me out of my thoughts while laughing. His laugh was music to my ears. “Doing what?” I felt myself blushing again. “You keep looking at me” he whined, slightly punching my shoulder. It was my turn to laugh. “Look at you!” I pointed to him. “Could you blame me?” He shook his head. “Look at me? Look at you!” His voice matched the pitch of my voice that it was two seconds ago. I shook my head. He rolled his eyes. “Let’s just agree to disagree?” He asked. I nodded my head. We fell into a comfortable silence.

“You wanna go into the city? I’m not from around here, but i’d love to get to know the city.” Hyunjin said stuffing his hand into his pockets. “Yeah of course! Just let me slip into something more comfortable” I turn around to head into the house. “You can come in.” I say extending my hand out. He takes my hand and we walk up the driveway hand in hand.

And in that moment, I was at peace.

[oneinathousandwords-blog]

The Sacred Blood-Lines ~ A Yu-Gi-Oh! Reader’s Request Fanfiction ~ Chapter 6

It appears! A new chapter, even after weeks of nothingness (and it’s extra long too mostly because I’m bad at figuring out when things are suposed to end)! Please enjoy, and don’t forget to re-blog it so all your followers can read it too!

Yugi leaned his head back into the seat behind him, his eyelids falling heavily over his violet irises. He hadn’t felt this tired in a long time. He flexed his hand on the seat beside him experimentally, noticing how slow everything around him seemed to be moving. All his energy felt as though is were being drained away.

Black Magician was in the seat next to him, but his body didn’t seem to give off any warmth. He seemed tense, but he had collapsed his staff into a black cloud of magic, which had vanished. His appearance also seemed slightly different. Yugi wasn’t sure if his tired eyes were playing tricks on him, but the spirit’s clothes seemed to waver between black armor and a deep purple sweater over black jeans. He shook his head, but the ghostly image still remained.

“What are you doing?“ He asked his servant weakly.

“It’s an illusion.“ His blue eyes looked over Yugi’s pale form kindly, the warmth within them not changing even as his form flickered. “How do you feel?“

“Sick.“ Yugi muttered, feeling his eyes slide shut. “I feel . . . dizzy . . . “

“It might be best if I left.“ He said, glancing at Kaiba, who sat sternly in a row by himself, morosely staring out the window. His dictate to protect the line of the Pharaoh extended to both of these young men, and he had to evaluate them both in his strategy. “However, I’m concerned that you may not be able to easily summon me again. Even if it drains you, it may be best to let me stay at your side. But this is entirely up to you, Yugi-sama. I will let you decide what course of action seems best.“

Yugi turned into him, resting his head against the hard, curved surface of his armor . . . no, the gentle plushness of a knit sweater. His mind stopped holding out, letting him believe Mahad’s illusion. “You should stay . . . “ Everything faded away as his tired soul slipped into the oblivion of sleep.

He awoke to the taste of something being slipped into his mouth. It was a cup of water. Marik’s steady hand was pouring it into his mouth.

“He’s waking up.“ The Egyptian boy declared as Yugi stirred. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. Thankfully, it was somewhere he knew well; Kaiba’s office.

He was curled up in the CEO’s desk chair, his head laying on the hard rest, his body stiff. He still felt tired, but it was better than before. He could feel that he had adjusted, and was giving away less of his energy than before.

“What happened?“ He groaned, realizing how dry his mouth was.

Marik helped him sit up straight, giving the cup into his gently shaking hands. “You’ve been asleep for about half an hour. Kaiba, Dark Magician,  and Ne-san have been discussing your plans.“

“Anything important happen yet?“ Yugi asked, a little smile spreading over his face.

“Not exactly.“ Mokuba was sitting in the chair across the desk from Yugi, and his voice startled the young man. “Come on. Seto and the others went into the conference room so they wouldn’t wake you up.“

Sliding out of Kaiba’s cushy chair, Yugi followed Mokuba and Marik into the conference room, where Ishizu, Kaiba, and Mahad were leaned over a world map, tense expressions on their faces.

“What’s going on?“ Yugi asked, going over to them.

A wry smile twisted its way across Kaiba’s face as he looked over at Yugi. “You remember that I’m a few months younger than you, right?“

Yugi nodded slowly, a little perplexed. “Yeah. But what does that have to do with - “

“Everything.“ Mahad said, tersely cutting off Yugi’s words but kindly sliding him a chair. “Sit. You should conserve energy. You too, Kaiba. I know I just explained things to you, but you need to hear the whole story as well.“

Ishizu smiled slightly, pushing up chairs for both herself and the tall young man. “Yugi, Seto, you should both pay attention. This isn’t just a story, or something from a far away time and place. This is your heritage, and your inheritance. Your sacred duty is to hold and protect these ancient traditions.“

Kaiba merely let out a quiet huff, his breath stirring his long bangs. Yugi sat quietly, wondering what he was about to learn.

“When the prince of the blood came of age in Pharaonic times,“ Mahad said quietly, his deep blue eyes seeming to look into a different time and place. “He was taken to the tomb of his ancestors, and left to the mercy of the spirits that dwelt there. The spirits left behind cannot harm one physically, but the weight of their left-behind memories and your own remembrance of the souls can make the place insanity - or somewhere pleasant.“

“One night spent alone in darkness, in the pyramid pointing to the light-filled heavens. The knife’s edge of shadow and light that the sacred blood-line walks was brought to life in the ceremony.“ A shadow shimmered around his right hand for a moment, but he dissipated it as he opened his hand to reveal a blade with a golden handle, inlaid with gems in the shapes of a vulture and a snake.

“This was the blade I used on Atem to mark him before his ceremony. It is part of the ritual preparations beforehand. The prince’s soul was to symbolically descend to the afterlife as in death, and a knife cut’s pain was the symbol of the pain of dying.“

“It’s beautiful.“ Yugi gasped, seeing his own wide-eyed reflection in the mirror of the blade.

“When the blade is red, it’s true beauty is revealed. Such is the trick of the making of it. You shall see that for yourselves when you undergo the ceremony.“ Mahad closed his hand around it again, and it faded away. “But the ritual cannot be undertaken until you are of age. Yugi, you are old enough to be considered a man. But Seto Kaiba, you are not physically old enough for the ritual.“

“You never explained what was so important about this ritual anyway.“ Kaiba said, his arms and legs crossed skeptically. “Besides ‘preserving our heritage’, what’s the point?“

“I will be honest. Your powers are weak.“ The mage’s sharp words were directed straight at Kaiba. He knew what it would take to motivate the caustic billionaire. “If you continue in this state, Aswad Kanaan will defeat you. You must survive until you turn 18 years old, and gain the ancient knowledge of the past. If you can’t, you will never be free of his threat.“

Kaiba looked away, his teeth clenched together, his brow furrowed in frustration. “Whatever.“ He said, but the word ‘weak‘ was rubbing under his skin.

“So, umm, what’s the plan?“ Yugi asked, trying to dissolve the tension. “Do we hide here or something until Kaiba turns 18?“ He started searching his memories, trying to remember exactly when Kaiba’s birthday was. “That’s, umm, how many months away . . . ?“

“It’s August first. My birthday’s October twenty-fifth.“ Kaiba said shortly.

“Two months. We can’t stay in one place that long.“ Mahad shook his head. “The Order of the Hierarchy already know we’re here. We won’t survive a second encounter with them.“

“And just who are they anyway?“ Kaiba asked. “It seems there’s still a lot that we still don’t know anything about.“

Ishizu shook her head. “That was my fault. I should have been preparing you for this earlier. But you were busy living out your destinies, and so much time had passed, I assumed that Aswad had given up on his foolish dreams. It seems that time has only increased his power. Only a year ago, the Hierarchy were still loyal to the Pharaoh.“

“The Hierarchy have always been something of a mixed bag. They are very rarely completely on the side of the king.“ Mahad shook his head. “There is so much to do, and so little time. We need to leave Japan as soon as possible.“

“Where will we go?“ Yugi asked.

“Anywhere that’s far from here, and far enough from Egypt that Aswad wouldn’t have had a chance to start gathering power there.“ Mahad gestured to the map. “That’s what we were deciding.“

“I say that you should start in middle Europe.” Ishizu interjected. “From there, you can move steadily towards Egypt for when you must perform the ceremony.“

“The world is a much smaller place now.“ Kaiba shook his head. “We could go anywhere and still be not far from Egypt. I say a remote mountain location in Greenland or Canada.“

“But he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. If we stay in a more urban location, we can protect ourselves from the Hierarchy by staying in a crowd.“ Mahad replied.

“We can always travel around.“ Yugi ventured, feeling slightly out of his depth. “You know, stay in various places for just a week or so at a time . . .“

Kaiba nodded. “Yes, but it leaves us permanently unbalanced as well. We’ll never have time to settle, or rest. And that’s obviously something we’ll need if we’re going to use our protectors. You’re already almost completely out of energy, and you’ve only had Dark Magician for an hour.“

“But it’s a risk we’ll have to take. Staying in one place is too dangerous.“ Mahad looked between the two, his eyes sizing them up carefully. Things were only going to get harder and harder from here, and he wanted to know if they could take on the challenge.

Steely blue, warm violet.

Two different sets of eyes met his, both strong in their own ways, both able to survive. They would be perfectly fine.

Mahad nodded. “Kaiba, pick a country. That’s where we’ll be leaving for tomorrow.“

Kaiba looked over the map, then pointed a slender finger at a country marked in blue. “Denmark.“

Mahad nodded. “Denmark it is. Go get some rest, and have everything you need packed by 8:30 tonight. If you’re missing something you need, we’ll get it while we’re there. No one leaves this building - and of course, don’t forget your decks.“

Chapter 1 can be found here

Chapter 4 can be found here

Chapter 5 can be found here

(Don’t forget your decks . . . I feel like that could become a meme or something. Heh heh.) I needed my man Mahad to say something final-ish and all ending-y, but I couldn’t think of anything but ‘don’t forget your decks.’ I DON”T EVEN KNOW WHY HE SAID THAT, BUT I’M SURE THEIR DECKS ARE VERY IMPORTANT. I, the author, will come up with some reason why - maybe.

Also, why was Mahad wearing a sweater? Because he can. And I like him. And I especially like him in sweaters. And, actually, there is a logical reason. I was thinking that since Mahad is from Egypt, he is a lot less tolerant to cold. So even though everyone else is fine, he may feel a little cold . . . oh, wait, it’s August . . . hmmm . . . . hmmmmhmmmhhhhmmm . . .

So he just wears a sweater. End of story.

[gigiree]

Finders Keepers, Losers...would really like their umbrella back

Day 2 Day 3 and 4 please note that these are all a continuous story!:) for Day 5/6 kleptomaniac and library! Another one that combines two prompts :0

The only one he has to blame is himself. He had a choice. Community service, after that grand rallying of forces from so many different countries and villages, meant he could have performed his civic duty anywhere the alliance had slipped its grabby little hands into.

But Naruto was here and so was Sakura, and his countersuit was still underway. He could have asked Hiromi Hyuuga to handle proceedings without him, but Sasuke has always been a stubborn brute. He likes keeping his business close, likes being able to oversee things with those sharp eyes of his.

He had been the one to choose working at Konoha library as his community service. He had been the one who’d written his prideful, pretty name on that sign up sheet.

And now he could kill his past self from sheer boredom.

He’s spent that last three weeks buried under tomes. Mountains and mountains of books ranging from interesting topics like experimental genjutsu to dumb things like the history of the daikon radish.

It’s all blurred in his mind. Open book, stamp date, check in. Oh, a visitor. welcome them, tell them to shut up but in a polite way, and check out their books while giving them false well wishes.

(He won’t admit it, but the decrepit old woman who oversees him from behind shining spectacles gives him the shivers.)

He tries to renew his mind by learning a bit more, reading a historical novel that paints the relationship between Hashirama and Madara as a bit more than friends turned enemies…cough…lovers…cough.

He hadn’t known it would be like this, but he’s already ten chapters in, and he can’t stop reading. He’s already on the breakaway chapter, the one where Madara abandons the village and betrays the first Hokage.

He’s in the grips of the emotions, the last bits of a bond fraying into an eons long fight. Despite the romantic undertones, the writing is so evocative, that it leaves him intrigued.

He’s interrupted from his reverie by a soft cough.

“Umm…that’s a great book…although I think it’s lacking in accuracy.”

Her voice startles him more than her comment. He’d been picturing her, in the two or three moments he did think about her, sweating away under some house built into a tree, teaching kids with clammy hands and running noses about the chakra system.

He’d pictured her, her hair up in a loose bun, in her jounin vest, hands dancing with her excited explanations.

Look, it’s not like he had spent a lot of time at all thinking about her. It’s just that the sharingan makes sure that all his thoughts are realistic and accurate…it’s not like he’s consciously memorized the slope of her neck and the curve of her smile, or that odd little freckle on her temple.

Regardless, her smile is here and her neck is rising out of a cream colored sweater that looks too big for her. Her hair is in a loose braid, not a bun, and her smile is strained, not soft at all.

He’s not sure if it’s his surprise or his latent embarrassment at being caught reading a historical romance that makes him speak.

“It’s terrible.”

Her smile softens then.

“But the emotions are written well, it’s almost believable, right? I mean, if we hadn’t seen them both ourselves…I could have almost believed it.”

He pauses, and feels a pang of fear when he notices the old librarian staring at him skeptically from her desk across the hall. He closes the book with a businesslike mien, and plasters the most awkward smile Hinata has ever seen.

“Good evening Hyuuga-san, how may I help you?”

She coughs once. Coughs again before bringing up her hands to hide her face. He can hear her quiet snickers, and he feels his wounded pride prick in his chest for revenge.

“If you’re looking for the erotic novels, they’re towards the back, call numbers starting with XXX.” He says plainly and a little too loudly.

The old librarian shoots him a dirty look, but Hinata’s coughing fit makes it all worthwhile. —

Turns out, she hadn’t been looking for the erotic novels. She’d wanted heavily guarded scrolls that detailed the anatomy of the Hyuuga seal.

He pulls out a heavy ring of ancient keys, some of them very ornate and inlaid with gemstones. The rest are rusty and jangle with a hollow ring.

He lays them down on his desk, still replaying the horrified look on her face when he’d accused her of looking up erotica. His satisfaction carries him through the boring transaction. It keeps his questions from resurfacing. He doesn’t care.

He shouldn’t care.

It’s just…

“Do you have your permission form? From the Hokage or the Hyuuga clan head, whoever that is-” He seems to realize that their positions have been flipped. He remembers a few details about her family…she’s the eldest of the former clan head. “Never mind. You can just give yourself permission, right?”

He wants to say more, but the question seems to bring a look of bitter sadness, and her eyes turn flinty. She hastily pulls out a slip emblazoned with the Hyuuga flame and the characters that spell out the name of the clan head.

‘Hanabi Hyuuga’

She looks askance, her fingers fiddling with the hem of sweater.

He doesn’t remark on it, even if his expectations have been dashed. He’s not disappointed in her. He barely knows her enough to make any sorts of judgement, but she’s taking it all so quietly, he feels a sense of irritation for her that takes him by surprise again.

Perhaps it’s because she had been given a chance of birth and she hadn’t taken it? Perhaps it’s because she seems like she’s just bounding through life, uncontrolled and without direction?

Regardless, he feels a sense of vindication in giving her detailed instructions. As if he’s scolding an errant child.

“You can’t take these documents outside of the holding room. Any notes you make are yours to keep, but the originals have to return to storage as soon as you’re done.”

She seems startled by his specific and slightly condescending instructions. She’d expected from him the same sorts of pity and questions she had received from everyone else. It’s a relief and also a puzzling response.

“You’re talking a lot more.” She observes quietly.

He merely shrugs, tilting his head towards the book stacks to show her where to follow and probably to disprove her statement. Somehow, this makes her feel like smiling again. She follows him down five rows of book stacks to the an old wooden door set in the back.

It’s non-descript, save for the keyhole circled by an array of precious stones and a set of kanji. Sasuke efficiently finds the key he’s looking for, rubs his thumb over its handle to input some chakra, and then shoves itinto its slot with practiced ease.

She sees the characters flare blue and then hears the long winded metallic clicking as the door unlocks itself and swings inwards.

The room inside is also very unimpressive, given the elegant security system. At its center is a long, low table ringed by plush red chairs. The walls are hung with glass cases housing precious scrolls of all kinds.

Sasuke doesn’t wait, merely walks over to the nearest case and uses another key to open it up. His hands are are skilled, careful as he picks up a frayed scroll and unfurls it on the table in front of her.

“Hyuuga Seal Scroll. Read it. Return it. That’s it.” He says quietly and then leaves her by herself to go back to his post at the welcome desk.

She stops him with a request.

“Speaking of returning things, my umbrella?”

He pauses for a bit, looks over his shoulder at her and smirks.

“It’s mine now.” —

She doesn’t stay for very long. Half an hour at most, and then she’s pressed the call button under the table to get his attention.

He sees the notification seal flare blue on his desk, and without a word, heads over to help her lock up the scroll again.

She looks a little dissatisfied when she leaves, and he’s not surprised to see her come back a few days later.

“I didn’t get all the information I needed.” She says dispassionately, and hands him her freshly signed permission form.

He nods and repeats the whole process again.

This time she stays for an hour or so, and when she leaves, she looks a little more energized. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are shining under the dark lighting of the room.

He wants to ask why exactly she’s so happy, but she merely thanks him and hugs her notes closer to her chest.

She doesn’t come back that week, but when Sasuke takes his cursory inventory of the room, his Sharingan catches an inaccuracy in the Hyuuga scrolls’ case.

The Caged Bird Sealed Scroll is there, furled up and protected. But the edges of it seem too perfect. They are frayed, and had he been anyone else, he may not have noticed.

He pulls out it carefully to examine it, and inside lies a blank scroll save for a silly smiley face with its tongue sticking out and a cheerful message-

“This is mine…just for now. I promise I’ll return it, but I need to study it at home for reasons. Please don’t tell anyone…or else I’ll tell Naruto that you read romance novels about Madara and Hashirama…also, if you want more historically accurate romances, I would look at the story of the second Daimyo and his secret lover. It’s a sweet story and has lots of political intrigue.”

-H.

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hahaha omg ok...

1. Femme

2. My type is someone sweet, considerate, fun, caring and faithful

3. Ooo toughie... ummm leather jackets!

4. I have a very serious lack of style actually, if I had to describe it I’d say... comfortable?

5. My aesthetic is 90′s, motels, neon signs, tacky, cheap, free, bright colours! haha

6. My favourite article of clothing is a hoodie i got in 2010, freshers fair (it was free!)

7. My favourite shoes are my grey fur trimmed fleece lined boots.

8. I haven’t had my hair cut for years so, loooong!

9. I’d like, one day, to dye my hair aquamarine

10. Best date.... I haven’t really had many dates, and none have been good :(

11. Worst date, it was in college, I was 17 and still trying to convince myself I liked boys so I went to the cinema with a guy from my class, it was soooo awkward! He wouldn’t make any decisions, his breath was horrendous (we didn’t kiss, thankfully) and when we walked later he tried putting his hand in my back pocket, but it was too small, so he tried the other one which was obviously the same size, then he tried holding my hand but our fingers didn’t mesh properly and our arms like bounced with every step. So awkward!

12. Single

13.n/a

14. I’m looking for someone who can be my best friend, my soul mate, someone to explore with and to grow with

15. Dream wedding would be tiny, and beautiful outdoors preferably. Either that or Vegas

16. I do not want kids. A pack of dogs would be nice though!

17. I would love to live in Canada but for the right girl, I’d live anywhere

18. But I’m a Cheerleader!

19. I haven’t read any, sadly

20. Girls Like Girls- Hayley Kiyoko

21. I believe Lzzy Hale is bi but I would hope she still counts!

22. I own vans, docs and converse, if that counts as a stereotype? haha

23. Nope

24. The best way to woo me is to show that you pay attention to things about me and things I say. Also flowers

25. My favourite thing about being a lesbian is definitely girls! So much better than boys!

26. I love cats but I am DEFINITELY a dog person

27. Turn ons... black lace lingerie and stockings and suspenders and tattoos. 

28. Turn offs, bad manners, being mean especially to waiters or retail workers

29. I’m never the asker, I’m a wimp.

30. Dream career... I’d liketo be a librarian or work in a book shop or florist

31. I love arts and crafts, even if I’m not very good. I love nail art, watching comedies, listening to music, nature walks, star gazing, researching things idk

32. Most attractive trait a woman can have is confidence, I think, to know her worth and not settle for anything less. I love that!

33. Ooo, I think it takes time for me to love someone but I suppose I get infatuated quite easily. I do know when that infatuation won’t develop further though, and I let them know right away. I don’t believe in leading people on.

34. Luckily no because all of my best friends have been straight 

35. Thankfully I’ve never fallen for a straight girl

36. oh my god, I hate to admit this but I’ve actually never seen the L-word! it was off the tv before I got the chance

37. My favourite comfort food is probably marshmallows

38. Tea, but I’m not a big fan of that either.

39. I don’t eat meat but I still eat products with gelatin in them so none of the above. I just hate the taste and texture of meat!!!

40. I have 2 dogs and 4 cats!

41. Neither, I’m more of an early afternoon-er and late evening-er! 

42. I’m an Aquarius

43. INTJ-T but I don’t know what it means

44. First lesbian crush was Pamela Anderson

45. Honestly it was probably last year i realised, so 24. I thought I was straight until I was 17 then I thought I was bi, but i just don’t like men! It was such a relief really, I always dreaded marrying a man haha

46. I’m not out yet, some college people think I’m bi but I haven’t seen them in years to correct them, My family are homophobic though so I’m not ready for them to know, unless I was to enter a serious relationship, then I’d tell them. 

47. Crushes... umm, the girl who played Yorkie in San Junipero! Those glasses! And Nathalie Emmanuel ever since she was in Hollyoaks

48. My day has been a bit of a non-day. it’s 20 past 11 and I feel like I just got up. But my dad has been drinking since 6 so I’m avoiding going downstairs!

49. In the future I want to be working in a bookshop or florist, living a modest but happy life with the woman I love. travelling as often as possible. A life filled with love, laughter and warmth. 

Thank you for asking! I’m sorry it took so long!! x

[nosakkayuuma]

Year-End Fic Round-Up and Meme

2017 Fanfiction Round-Up (Template adapted from https://trey.dreamwidth.org/584.html!) My AO3 page! Total Year-Long Wordcount: AO3 tells me 18,160. Actually about 4200 of those were written last year but at this point I will take what I can get, so, Genghis Khan, you belong to 2017 now. Also, I wrote a whole ton of words in draft form, but it doesn’t count until it gets published, so I guess this year’s work will bolster next year’s (fingers crossed) word count!!

This year I wrote and posted: 6 whole new shiny fics!!! (OK, 5, because Genghis Khan was actually written by 23 December 2016 or so... but it’s near enough to 2017 that I’ll count it.) They’re all oneshots varying from 1.5k-4k in length, and fall in either the Inazuma Eleven or Saint Seiya fandoms. More under the cut~

Overall Thoughts Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? I wrote a heck of a lot less than I thought. Should probably figure out how to write faster next year. I have been thinking of taking 1 day out of the 5-day workweek off for writing, but ultimately I think it’s either anime/manga/video games or writing which is not a fun thing to consider. This year, I have played a lot more video games, which I think is a great thing, but maybe not if it affects my writing (not saying that it does... correlation does not equal causation x)) What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Saint Seiya fits the closest, because even though I had started watching it by then it firmly fell (and still falls) in the category of fandoms where I don’t feel like there’s anything I can contribute. What's your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest? It has to be What draws me to you. No contest. I feel like I just about put myself into a depressive funk for 2 weeks just writing it and it was really worth it. And, for once, the title came to me and I didn’t have to do silly Google tricks or listen to a million songs to come up with a title. Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? This year was so tame, I guess the biggest risk I took was in [redacted] (it is still not posted under my account due to being judged in a writing contest... but it is up, go look for it please) where I played around with nonlinear narratives... KIND OF. I guess I should take more risks next year, which I was already planning to do anyway but am definitely gonna do now! OKAY I went back to this because while I have mentally blocked out all the effort of working on [redacted] from my mind because it’s taking like four months to judge a contest and I’m a little frustrated... umm... I mean, anyway. I definitely thought long and hard about meta for once when writing it, and tried my hardest to make it so that readers had to put the pieces together to figure out what I was trying to do. One can say I was too subtle; honestly I’m not sure because there has not been a lot of feedback. Still, while it was a gruelling experience writing it, it was fun in the end, and the end result is pretty nice too. From my past year of writing, what was.... My best story of this year: What draws me to you My most popular story of this year: It was First Time according to hits, but that’s to be expected since the Saint Seiya fandom is a lot larger than the Inazuma Eleven fandom. Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: What draws me to you What draws me to you What draws me to you also [redacted] Most fun story to write: Okay to be honest, it was Peripeties, mostly because it was so fun to revisit the world of Renegade (my Fudou longfic about him between Shin Teikoku and Inazuma Japan) again and also think about what my convenience store gang OCs would be like a few years on. Antagonistic Fudou flowed so easily as well. Also I really enjoy thinking about Teikoku high school :^) Story with the single sexiest moment: I guess I’ll have to say [redacted], since there’s like, an established relationship in it which is probably the closest thing to sexy. I mean in Genghis Khan Someoka and Fubuki share a Look and in What draws me to you Fudou and Sakuma fucking hold hands. What more do you want from me!!! A kiss?! Most "Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: I guess that’s on my to-do list for next year. Actually, one of my WIPs (the one I wrote 20k words of notes/first draft during NaNoWriMo for but haven’t got around to refining) will have elements of that...  Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: Definitely A Request, because I never write Gouenji or Kidou so I learned quite a bit about them while writing it. Which is probably a hint that I should challenge myself next year lol.  Hardest story to write: I don’t remember any of them being particularly difficult to write, which is weird because when I eat my own cooking I remember how much effort I had to put in to make it (although the fact that there’s a much shorter wait between cooking and eating probably explains that). Probably What draws me to you. I obsessed over every word, I did so much research (but it was interesting reading), I focused so hard on the vague images in my mind and tried to translate them faithfully into text... Biggest Disappointment: I am not entirely satisfied with [redacted] which is probably a good thing. I don’t think it’s quite exactly what I wanted to write, but only minutely different. Biggest Surprise: I guess I didn’t realise how big (or HyoShun-starved?) the Saint Seiya fandom was until I posted First Time and watched the hits grow day by day. Most Unintentionally Telling Story: I already did all of that in Renegade so I guess being its sequel, Peripeties is probably it. Favorite Opening Line(s): When Raimon had been told that they would all be sent to various schools around Japan to serve on their reinforcement committee, Someoka had been over the moon. Finally, some real responsibility. Then they had told him that he was assigned to the boondocks. From Genghis Khan Favorite Closing Line(s): I mean I could pick any of my emotional punchlines or whatever but who am I kidding, it has to be from First Time. "Nii-san," Shun finally said. He took the potent cocktail from the counter and drank, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Whoever said we weren't?"  Favorite 5 Line(s) from Anywhere: His heartbeat quickened, and he was about to drop Fudou's hands, only to freeze as Fudou started to tug his fingers closer in with his own and intertwine them together. Their palms touched, and Sakuma felt the calloused skin where Fudou's fingers met his palm. He couldn't help but close his fingers around Fudou's cool hands and give them just one light, hesitant squeeze. The answering pressure sent Sakuma's heart madly aflutter, and Fudou flushed, complexion growing darker even as he stubbornly maintained eye contact. The two of them stared at each other for the shortest eternity, or was it the longest moment? To be honest, there were multiple contenders for this just from What draws me to you alone, but after a close fight this won. Top 5 Scenes from Anywhere You Would Choose to Have Illustrated:  1. What draws me to you, New Year’s festival at the temple, Sakuma in a suit, Miyabino next to him, both staring at a rogueish corn vendor Fudou in a dark blue kimono who’s fanning the coals with a rolled up sheet of newspaper, to the orange backdrop of the setting sun. I WANT THIS SO BAD I CAN’T EVEN 2. The final punchline of First Time. Shun’s sly grin!!! 3. What draws me to you, Fudou and Sakuma holding hands and all around them is the flowy, fluffy white of sakura petals 4. The chicken nugget confrontation in Peripeties! 5. Sakuma being a badass in [redacted]. Shouldn’t be more specific than that but I don’t think there are many scenes of Sakuma being a badass in that fic anyway... Also I have to say that my friend Ro illustrated the shooting stars scene in Peripeties and it’s soooooooo. Good!! <3 Fic-writing goals for 2018: 1. Finish Real Illusions, my Souda- and Sonia-centric post-SDR2 [Super Danganronpa 2] fic. OHHHHHH MY GOD. I THOUGHT THIS YEAR WOULD BE THE YEAR SINCE DR3 /AND/ NDRV3 WERE BOTH RELEASED. APPARENTLY NOT. 2. Finish part 1 of Blind Sin AU, and also think of a title for it instead of constantly calling it Blind Sin AU all the time, I guess. 3. Finish Redemption? To be honest I want to focus equally on original next year so I’m not exactly going to write 20 fics or anything like that. 4. Oh, yes. Try to push myself by writing characters, situations, styles, structures etc. I’m not familiar with.