#Keiko Night World

[snowflakesstrawberrymatcha]

Midnight Melody

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Montague x fem!reader

A/N: Look at the beautiful night while writing is awesome!

Requests: None

TW: None

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It was during my first week at the hotel, as the evening sun dipped behind the mountains, that I stumbled upon Montague. He stood by the grand piano in the lounge—a stark silhouette against the gentle radiance of candelight. His dark gray-blue coat hung on him like a shadow, and his heterochromatic eyes, one brown and one blue, radiated a peculiar warmth under the dim lights.

“Ah, a new face!” he said, flashing a smile that lit up his features, even as his hair danced with the colors of dusk: black and white intertwined. I introduced myself shyly, aware of the churning storms in my chest. He invited me to join him at the piano, and though I knew little about music, something compelled me to stand closer.

“Do you have a song?” he inquired, his eyes holding mine with a depth I found disarming. I hesitated, staring at my reflection in the polished surface of the piano.“Only fragments,” I confessed, my heart racing as I sensed his curiosity ignite.“Fragments can be beautiful,” he replied, a smirk teasing his lips. “Would you show me?”Despite the churning in my stomach, I nodded. I started to hum an old lullaby that my mother used to sing, my voice barely above a whisper. The melody escaped me as if set free from years of confinement, and Montague filled the space around us with cascading chords that wove a magical tapestry. It was simple, but something deep within me resonated with the notes, pushing me to sing louder, to let the melody expand like petals of a blooming flower.

As my voice floated through the room, I saw his expression shift. There was an intensity in his gaze that made me momentarily forget I was singing in front of one of the most enigmatic men I had ever encountered. The song reached its climax, soaring into an ethereal realm, and in that moment, I felt a connection—a bridge forged between our souls.When the last note faded into the air, silence enveloped us. Montague’s brown and blue eyes sparkled with unshed emotions, as if he had been spellbound. “You have an extraordinary voice,” he told me softly. “It carries the weight of a thousand nights.”The nights that followed were steeped in music and companionship. Our evenings became a ritual; I would sing, and he would play, losing ourselves in melodies and sweet harmonies like star-crossed lovers dancing in the embrace of the moonlight. Montague, with his ensemble of stunning compositions, managed to coax my timid heart out of hiding. We talked of dreams and fears, hopes and regrets, sharing tales as the snow fell softly against the windows, creating a blanket of silence around us. The mountains glinted in the moonlight, and the air was crisp, almost intoxicating. As we leaned against the railing, the world beyond seemed to vanish. He began, gazing into the distance. “I wonder if I’ve also built walls around my heart. I never expected someone like you to breach those fortifications so effortlessly.” My heart fluttered at his words, wondering if the flicker of hope dancing during our evenings had ignited something deeper between us. “What would you have me do?” I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.“Let this be our secret,” he replied, his eyes glistening under the stars. “The melodies we share, the silence we create together, they belong to us and us alone.”I nodded, entranced by the idea, but a nagging doubt lingered in my mind. What could a man like Montague—the owner of this grand hotel, the guardian of dreams—want with someone as ordinary as me?

The days turned into weeks, and our connection deepened, yet a chasm of uncertainty loomed in my heart. Montague would often glance at me with a longing that twisted my insides, and though I thrived in the warmth of his presence, I could feel the gravity of my own insecurities pulling me down.One fateful night, after a particularly haunting melody we had conjured together, he drew closer, his breath mingling with the winter air. “There’s something I must tell you,” he whispered, his voice low yet clear. “You’ve woven your song into the fabric of my existence. I’ve fallen… deeply, irrevocably in love with you.”Those words struck like a bell tolling through the deepest valleys. I stood frozen momentarily, my mind a whirlwind. How could he offer his heart so freely when I felt so unworthy?“Montague,” I started, my voice trembling. “I—I don’t know how to fit into your world.”“You already do,” he said, his gaze unwavering, filled with so much sincerity, it was overwhelming. “Love is not about fitting into each other’s lives; it’s about creating a new one together. You’ve become my midnight melody—the quiet strength that inspires me to break down the walls of my fortress.” Tears stung my eyes as my resolve began to melt away, revealing the vulnerabilities I had hidden for far too long. I stepped closer, feeling the warmth radiate from him. “I’m afraid,” I confessed, my voice barely a whisper.“Don’t be,” he replied gently, wrapping his arms around me.

“Together, we can face the fears that haunt us.”In that moment, I surrendered, not just to him, but to the love we had nurtured, fragile yet beautiful. The Grand Glacier, with all its grandeur, faded into the shadows as I pressed my lips against his, sealing our promise under the starlit sky.We would walk through the trials of life hand in hand, composing our own symphony, our midnight melody echoing through eternity—a love story etched, where heartbreak had shattered and harmony had finally bloomed.

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[sinningtree]

okay, it seems like @textsfromspiritworld has been dead for a while, and as I'm sure people have noticed, I started reblogging their posts daily. So, when I run out of those, I am thinking about doing my own.

Reblog for visibility, if you'd like!

[kuromochimi]

Of weddings and what ifs

sakusa kiyoomi x wedding organizer f!reader

♡ You loved your job and the joy of being able to bring to life the weddings that couples could only dream of, before they had met you. The only downside to it was that your job sometimes reminded you of a certain ex fiancé. Fortunately, he hasn’t made an appearance in your life since you broke the engagement off. But with the red string of fate connecting you and your ex fiancé not being totally severed yet, it was only a matter of time before it brought you back into each other’s lives. Only this time, he’s tied to another.

Content Warnings: ONE SHOT, angst, little fluff and comfort, no closure break ups, not proof read, a small hint for an open ending, lmk if I missed any!

With the final arrangements settled, you finally felt free enough to take a breath and appreciate the (once again) perfect event you’d managed to organize. It was exhausting to say the least, but the happy couples who would often tear up out of joy while thanking you? Yes, it was definitely worth it. And it was a job that paid fairly well too. Moments after you’ve had the time to look around the venue, a notification from your phone caught your attention. It was a notice from your secretary about new clients. She reminded you that you had to meet them the following day. You then made sure to set up alarms and reminders as you were sure you would oversleep otherwise, after all, the current event would definitely last til the late hours. And that it did.

The following day, you tried your best to make yourself look freshened up and awake. You arrived at the meeting place quite early. You double checked all the files and documents which you might need. Thankfully, not long after you finished fixing your papers, the client arrived. She approached gently before speaking “Hi! I’m keiko. You’re yn, right? I saw your picture on the pamphlet” she smiled shyly. You noticed just how soft spoken and beautiful this lady was. She definitely has that “soon to be married” glow. “Hello, yes! It’s me. I’m glad to finally meet you, keiko!” You stood up to shake her hand. You both settled down after the introductions. “Will it be just you for today?” You asked her before you started discussing anything. “Oh my fiancé will be here soon. He just suddenly had to run an errand for his mom. He’s..” she grabbed her phone to check on something, probably a message. “Oh he’s just parking his car now” you gave a nod of acknowledgment at that. With your seat facing the entrance, you could clearly see the people who walked in and out of the cafe. Which meant that when sakusa kiyoomi walked in, your eyes immediately gravitated towards him. He started looking around, eyes landing on you. Or at least you thought they did, before keiko looked back from her seat, immediately getting up to hug sakusa once she was made aware of his presence. She guided the man back to your table. You tried your best to mask whatever feeling was forcing its way out of you. “Yn, this is my fiancé. You can just call him k-“ . “sakusa, you can call me sakusa” he cut her off. Keiko was a bit taken aback by her fiancé’s interruption but she was quick to ward off the confusion. While the discussion went on, you couldn’t help but feel anxious and even more tired. You weren’t sure if it was because of last night’s event execution or if it was because in front of you was your ex-fiancé, asking you to organize his wedding. The fiancé who was too busy for wedding planning. The fiancé who thought he couldn’t give you what you deserved. The fiancé who left.

The world felt like it was nothing but air. You couldn’t feel much at all and you were probably only functioning out of pure muscle memory acquired from all the times you’ve done this pre-planning orientation for engaged couples. Your consciousness was jolted awake when keiko stood up. “Yn I’m really sorry but I’m being called in for work. One of my patients had an emergency. Please just settle the rest with kiyoomi, I’ll see you again soon!” She hurriedly left. Her absence immediately making way for the awkward silence filled with all of the unspoken thoughts you and sakusa tried to keep in for the last hour or so.

“I’m sorry”. The words felt unreal. They felt empty, and fake though you were sure kiyoomi would never say something he didn’t mean. “What are you sorry for, sakusa?” He visibly flinched at the name he suggested you called him by, not even an hour ago. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be.. all this for you” the moment made your ring finger feel heavy despite the absence of the ring that used to wrap itself around it.

His words brought you back to the day he left after he’d had enough of your complaints about having to plan the wedding all by yourself. He was starting off as a doctor back then, a new resident who wanted to do all that he could to establish his career. You were both fairly young back then, which was probably why you both thought getting married at that point of your lives was surreal. For some, maybe it was so. But for you two? Apparently not. Because not long after he proposed, he soon found that the demands of being a surgical resident wasn’t something to take lightly. While you were also working, you never failed to make time for wedding planning. Of course, you knew that his schedule was much more taxing than yours but it still pained you to make invitations on your own, taste test cakes by yourself. “I want whatever you want” was what he’d said as compensation for his absence. But when you were trying on dresses and you looked at yourself in the mirror gown and all, the weight of keeping everything in came crashing down because “he should be here” was all you could think. Sakusa wasn’t superstitious so he certainly wouldn’t give a fuck about seeing you in your wedding dress before the wedding day. Heck, he even said he’d love to pick one out with you. But he wasn’t with you. So when he came home from work, tired and not thinking straight, he was met with your equally tired looking figure, sitting on the couch, crying. He didn’t even get a word out before you spoke your mind and while he did understand, he didn’t have the energy to argue further. Because in his head, you should’ve understood why he couldn’t be there. And even when you both reconciled that night, nothing had changed. The same cycle continued until neither of you found enough reason to keep the promise of getting married. Though you wished he would’ve at least said goodbye instead of leaving a shitty sorry note on top of your counter, along with the apartment keys.

“It’s fine. Let’s just forget about it” you tried your best to sound sincere but you couldn’t exactly lie your way out of a confrontation with someone with whom you literally intended to spend the rest of your life with at some point in time. “Do you.. do you want me to find another planner? I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was gonna be you, yn. I promise I never intended to-“ he stops as you held your hand up to signal your request for silence. “Sakusa, it’s fine. Like I said, let’s just forget about it. I promise not to let what happened get in the way of your wedding planning.” The day went by very slowly, both you and kiyoomi moving and speaking like virtual characters merely accomplishing tasks assigned to them. “Well, that’s about it. Please let your fiancé know about the details she missed and… congratulations for the engagement” you chimed before briskly walking out of the cafe where sakusa was left dumbfounded and extremely confused as to how he was going to address this wild turn of events.

Throughout the planning, you’ve come to learn that keiko was an amazing person. She was passionate about her work advocacies, she was kind and soft spoken, extremely understanding, and though you didn’t mean to have such thoughts, whenever she spoke of kiyoomi, you never seem to miss the times she’d tell stories about how busy the man was and that she understood him anyway. Because she loved him. Because she was the same way sometimes. Something you weren’t able to do for him during such a challenging time in his life. It caused conflict in your heart to learn all of those things. Because it warmed your heart to see such a happy bride to be. She radiated happiness and everything in between whenever she was with kiyoomi and kiyoomi looked at ease whenever he was with her and that’s something because kiyoomi rarely looked at ease. They were happy but as much as you wanted to take that happiness as a sign to let your hurt go, it just didn’t work that way. To be quite frank, until now, you still harbored a little (or more) hurt from the fact that someone you had initially agreed to marry, was capable of leaving you without even saying it to your face. Before you came home to an empty apartment with his goodbye note, you were even going to propose the idea that maybe you guys should just postpone the wedding and maybe wait for things to settle in before you resume planning. Instead, you were met with your ex-fiancé’s absence. His clothes missing from the closet, medical books out of the shelves, even his favorite mug was nowhere to be found. It was as if only the note he left behind could serve as proof that you were once in a relationship with him. You tried contacting his family and closest friends but most of them ignored your calls and those of them who answered obviously tried their best to dodge answering your questions. You were at your lowest then. You took a long leave from work, barely ate, barely showered, was often sick, and would constantly wonder how things could have been had you just kept your mouth shut instead of nagging a tired kiyoomi.

It wasn’t helping that you were thinking about all of this a few minutes before the couple’s consultation with you. The wedding was moving closer and closer and you’ve been spending more and more time with them and it still honestly feels like the world is caving in every single time. It’s an unexplainable feeling. You wanted nothing more than to see them get married, sincerely congratulate the couple, let go of all that’s been bugging you in the past, and finally move on with your life, something you haven’t been able to do since you and kiyoomi broke things off. Your thoughts were cut short when someone entered your office. It was keiko and she was alone. “Yn? Hi, I just wanted to talk to you real quick” “quick? but we have so much to do” she smiles gently before taking a seat across your desk. “I don’t know how else to put it but… I know about you and kiyoomi. I didn’t know when I first met you but he told me everything and I just want to tell you that it’s okay if you want to talk to him about it. You both need it, yn. I know it’s none of my business but I hope you think about it. Don’t worry, I understand.” Ah. You see it. This is the woman he fell in love with. This was the woman worth the change and this was the woman able to match him perfectly. There’s no fighting that. “Keiko I don’t know, you don’t have to” she softly reached for your hand to hold it in both of hers. “You deserve an explanation, yn. Kiyoomi might have changed since then but I’m not about to marry someone who’s able to leave someone just like that. If you feel like you don’t need to speak with him, I respect that. But if you want to talk to him, let him know, it’s okay, don’t worry about me.”

You took up the offer. Maybe if keiko didn’t come up to you to say that it was okay to look for closure, you would have spent the rest of your life swallowing your need for an explanation from your ex.

“Thank you for agreeing to talk, yn.” You only gave him a light nod as you looked far into the expanse of trees ahead. View from where you were seated at a nice private little cafe. “Kiyoomi I just want to know. Why did you leave like that?” With fidgety hands, you tried to calm down. “I just felt like I didn’t deserve you anymore. I hurt you after I asked you to marry me. I didn’t deserve that ‘yes’ anymore” after a nod, you responded “So you just? Wrote a note then dipped? Kiyoomi I still wanted to marry you then. I was going to postpone it but I still wanted to marry you.” He knew that. “It’s exactly why I left. Because you still wanted to marry me even after what I did. I didn’t deserve you anymore.” “Kiyoomi, for the longest time, I wanted to tell you that I was willing to wait for you and that I was sorry for nagging you that day. Then I was obsessed with trying to find out which one of us was at fault. I wanted someone to be at fault because how does it happen that two people love each other so much but still end up separating just like that? But it’s been a while now and I think… I think maybe we should forgive each other now. I honestly felt bitter lots of times even til only recently but seeing you with keiko.. she’s a great girl and she deserves all the happiness. We should close this part of our lives now, shouldn’t we?” Kiyoomi stood up and you thought he was about to walk out but he pulled your arm to get you to stand up before he gave you a tight, warm, and sincere hug. One unlike any other he had given before. It wasn’t an I missed you hug but not a goodbye one either. It was one of acceptance and peace. Though it didn’t feel familiar, none of his embraces have felt as warm as this one. After pulling away from the hug, you grabbed your purse, as you got ready to leave. “Omi, I sincerely wish you and keiko the best” this time, you said it with utmost sincerity.

Wedding day

With flowers and good food and genuine smiles, the wedding went by without a hitch. Much to your relief. You decided to stay a little but longer for the reception, snack on a fee things before leaving. With a glass of champagne in one hand and your purse in the other, you walked around the venue, checking on things here and there. Well, not until someone bumped into you knocking the glass of champagne off your hand, spilling champagne on your dress, shattering the glass on the pavement, and causing you to fall on your bum all at once. “Hey, you okay? Come here” the tall man gently guided you to stand up. He immediately removed his coat to wrap it around your frame to hide at least a little bit of the stain. “You hurt anywhere?” It took a while for you to respond. “Oh- oh yeah I’m okay, no worries, sir” “it’s Suna. Suna Rintaro”

[youngpettyqueen]

Julian and Keiko headcanons because Keiko gets sidelined so much and deserves the world and I wish we got to see them interact more

when they get stumped on their respective projects, they'll do late night work sessions together and bounce their research off each other to see if the other can help them figure out where the problem is. they'll do this in person when theyre both on the station, but also over call if one of them is away, and after the O'Briens move back to Earth

they edit each other's papers (Keiko marvels at Julian's ability to spell out complex chemical compounds with his eyes closed, and somehow use 'their' instead of 'there') (in his defense he wrote that bit at 4 in the morning after going 2 straight days without sleep) (she threatens to sedate him)

Julian sometimes brings back plants from planets they explore in the Gamma Quadrant and gives them to Keiko. sometimes he does it because the plant has medicinal properties and the two of them can do a joint research project, but most of the time he does it just to give her a nice gift

when Miles goes away for particularly dangerous missions, Julian will keep Keiko company and help keep her mind off of it. sometimes she has trouble sleeping because shes so worried, so he'll hang around and start rambling on about whatever he's currently working on until she falls asleep. he jokes he's boring her to sleep, but it actually means a lot to her

they have a weekly tea date. this is their prime gossip time. sometimes Jadzia is invited

when Keiko's mad at Miles she'll rant to Julian about it. Julian learned very quickly that this is not a time where advice is wanted, so he sits back and lets her get it all off her chest, because she really just wants someone to listen and let her blow off some steam

Julian makes a concentrated effort to learn more about plant husbandry and care after the incident where he accidentally killed some of Keiko's prized plants because he actually does feel very bad about it

Julian hovered over Keiko nearly as bad as Miles did when she was pregnant with Kirayoshi (and then he hovered over her even more after the pregnancy transfer, and he wouldnt tell anybody why, but Keiko knew it was because nearly losing her shook him up pretty bad)

when Julian gets outed for being augmented, Keiko goes to him and gives him the tightest, warmest hug he's ever gotten in his entire life

Julian gets invited to girls nights with Keiko and Molly (steady surgeon's hands make him the best one to paint nails) (he pretends to complain but he loves it)

anytime Julian has to go away for a scientific conference of any kind, if he gets to bring someone with him, his first choice is always Keiko

in short: theyre besties they told me so themselves <3

[maeijie]

pretty please. PROLOGUE

— dad!gojo satoru x fem!reader

cw. implied one night stand (if you squint) but no explicit detail, reader is not present

note. giving another go with writing, and first time writing for the chosen man himself. not proofread

word count. 1.4k

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His pure white locks of snow, blue hues like a diamond under the sun, anatomy sculpted like marble statues of mythologies. With just a snap of his fingers, he can manifest whatever he wanted on the very palm of his hand. He just had to utter it: A woman's name, unreleased line clothings of his favorite brand, rare pairs and pairs of jewelries, and any private island can be his to take.

Being on a very high position in society as an actor, with millions of loving fans from in and out of Japan, has immensely inflated his ego that it has reached heights heigher than any penthouse he could purchase.

He loves the attention. He loves that he could pull one or more arm from the many women that clings to him on to his bed and they'd say thank you. He loves that on every party he attends or host, he'll always be the life of the night.

When he enters the room, he loves that everyone howls and cheers.

He is the all and mighty Gojo Satoru.

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Grogginess was what first filled all of Satoru's senses when he awoke on his expensive king sized bed.

Turning his head away from the glare of the sun sipping through his curtains, a groan rumbles from his throat, a low octave of tone that women go crazy for. He scratches his bare chest before finally blinking his eyelids open, welcoming the soft morning hues throughout his bedroom.

He contemplates to stay in bed before inevitably standing up. Satoru darts his eyes around his room whilst looking for his shirt that he discarded last night.

As he descended the stairs, he pulled the piece of clothing over his head when he saw his maid, a middle-aged woman, was ready to leave for the day. Heading towards the door with her bag in hand.

"Keiko. Going home?"

The said woman turns in small shock before smiling kindly at her boss. "Oh, Mr. Gojo. I didn't know you were already awake. But yes, I've done your laundry and some cleaning. Apologies if I disturbed you because of the vacuum."

Satoru hums, stepping off the last bit of stairs. "Nope, you didn't." he scratches his head, looking around.

"Anyways, have you seen..?"

Keiko seems to squint before coming to a realization. "You mean Ms. Hanna?"

"Yeah, her." He scratches his neck, not showing much interest as he heads to the kitchen. "I sent her home earlier when she woke up, as you normally instruct me to do." Keiko replies, watching as he tastes the breakfast she prepared, then seeing him nod in acknowledgment to her cooking and statement.

"Good. You can go now. Oh, and you don't need to come back here tonight." The woman simply bowed with a smile, uttering a quiet 'thank you' before heading out.

Finally he was really alone, stretching his limbs as he heard the cracks of his joints in pure satisfaction.

This was how his days normally went. Whenever his schedule was clear of agendas, he's able to party and mingle at night, then do what he liked the next day. Recently, he just finished filming an action movie that lasted almost two years of production and was set to release next year. And since promotion doesn't start until then, he had all the free time in the world as of this moment. He's particularly not active in social media, but he has his own team that does the advertising of his soon-to-be released film for him.

He looks around his lavish home. It was a penthouse at one of the top floors of the establishment. Stationed at Japan's richest district, overlooking the busy city and with the most perfect view of the famous red structure, Tokyo Tower.

This is Gojo Satoru's life. Content and satisfied. Tough choices and sacrifices were made to be where he's at, and yet he couldn't find it in himself to meditate the past and regret. He is where he is now, after all.

A ding resonates from his phone, indicating that someone has texted him. Opening his messages, he sees his trusted manager, that has been with him since the very beginning of his career, has sent him a text.

Mr. Yamada: How was the party last night? Anyways, any plans for your 8th anniversary? It's pretty soon.

8 years ago, was the moment fame was introduced to Satoru. Almost 8 years ago was when his life completely flipped and ascended into great glory. It was a golden day for Satoru, and he has made it that he would celebrate this every single year.

Satoru respects Mr. Yamada, and he rarely does to anyone. He has led Satoru towards his first stepping stone in his journey, and now he's here living the glamour dream with Mr. Yamada still following him with support. In a way, Satoru feels indebted to him. He has pushed Satoru into choosing the right decisions when he himself couldn't.

His career would be cripple and dust without this man.

Despite that, Satoru places down his device, deciding to send a response later as he felt that it was still to early and because he was hungry.

And just as he was about to take a bite of his meal, his doorbell went off. He raised a brow, his jaw slacked and chop sticks halfway toward his mouth. Satoru let it settle, waiting to see if the person out his door would activate the sound again.

When they didn't, he proceeded with his food, chewing away.

But he drops his utensil when his phone suddenly let out a sound, alerting him that someone was at his door. He clicks his tongue, irritated as he pressed the notification to check his intercom. 'People, I swear.'

He expected it to be a fan, or more like a stalker, that discovered his address. He was ready to turn on the mic of his phone that connected to the devices that was out his front door, call off the person to go away when he only saw a blob of hair below the screen.

"What the.." Satoru furrowed his brows at the scene, wondering if the person was kneeling or something. However his thought was dismissed when a tiny face of a little girl pops up, seemingly on her tippy toes as she clicks the button that turns on the mic.

And just as she did that, a young, high-pitched greeting resonates from the speaker of his device. "Helloooo!!"

Now this was odd. He scrunches his nose in confusion. A random child was just outside his property. Satoru was then further confused when the child says something about if her Father was here.

"Excuse me? Father? Me?" he utters in disbelief. Placing his phone down, he decided to ignore her, shaking his head in dismissal as he thought that the address was most likely mistaken. Satoru chuckles at the thought of him having a child, continuing with his meal. "Kids are crazy these days." he says with a playful grin, shaking his head.

But then the little girl added something. With her high pitched voice, she said:

"Uhm, Mr. Gojo!!! It's your daughter!!!"

Now that's just insane. Satoru chokes on his food, violently coughing as he ran to his fridge to grab himself a bottle of water. Downing the liquid to ease his throat, he exhales loudly before his eyes went full-blown wide.

"My daughter??" Not only did she say that, she also knew his name.

Something was up. It was too unbelievable for Satoru. No kid should just walts to some stranger's door and claim to be their child.

He speed walked towards his front door to confront the child to say that she was mistaken and that she needs to check his neighbors that was two floors downstairs. "You gotta be kidding me."

Turning the lock before he pushed the door open, he looks down to see the little girl, maybe 3 feet in height, in her arms was a little bunny plush, her eyes eerily too similar to his. But what caught his attention more are the tiny suitcase and bag that was accompanied with her.

Gojo Satoru, with just a snap of his fingers, can manifest whatever he wanted on the very palm of his hand. He just had to utter it. He can get anything, and has everything. Satoru is well aware of that, which is why his ego was higher than any penthouse he could buy. So imagine his surprise when he does in fact have everything,

Including a child.

"Hi, mister. I'm Saori."

[dreamerdrop]

Garak deserves to be forcefemmed. As a treat

It would be forcefem for like two seconds flat before Garak is like “oh, actually—“

But whomst would forcefem the beautiful lizard. Julian wouldn’t do it. Odo might bring up his feelings about gender being absurd but he wouldn’t like, go any further than that. They’d both be FINE with Garak being a woman, of course, but they’d both be the sorts to think “if I pressure Garak about her gender I might be forcing her into something she’s not comfortable with and I need to be mindful of her boundaries”.

… Keiko. Keiko would be in on this. She’d be picking out gorgeous dresses and handing them to Garak and going “you know, you would look lovely in this too actually, have you ever worn anything like this yourself?” and when Garak gives an inch, Keiko takes a mile and starts offering pedicures and telling Garak “ah, I wish I had more women I was friends with around here, I’ve been so desperate for a fun girls night, but… Well, you’re practically a woman in spirit, you know?” and “It’s such a shame that you’re a man sometimes, you would really make such a beautiful, wonderful woman, you know.”

She does all of this after they’re talking about flowers and pollination cycles and Garak makes some weird comment about wishing to be a flower rather than a pollinator and Keiko just smiles like the cheshire cat because heyyyy, she can help with that—

Other options are Ziyal, who had thought she was a lesbian until she met Garak, and then realises she is indeed a lesbian after all and she is still into Garak.

Or Lwaxana Troi. She just goes for it, starts calling Garak a gorgeous woman out of the gate. Feigns that she simply got confused about Cardassian gender presentation, of course, she meant nothing by it, but then it occurs to everyone that she’s been calling Garak a woman for days and Garak has not corrected her once.

Worlds most gorgeous lizard lady.

[putschki1969]

YKL vol.#20 ～Asia Tour 20th Special SETLIST～　【Bangkok & KL】

Yuki's Asia Tour was finished successfully with two more concerts in Bangkok and Kuala Lumpur. The setlist was pretty much the same for all four lives with the exception of vanity/forest being switched up. Here's an official link for the setlist on the FictionJunction.com website.

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Setlist Bangkok & KL

the world

in the land of twilight, under the moon

MC

vanity (Bangkok) / forest (Kuala Lumpur)

My long forgotten cloistered sleep

I swear

fiction

I reach for the sun

in the garden of sinners

ARIA

Magia

MC

Kimi no Gin no Niwa

ring your bell

to the beginning

MC

Yasashii Yoake

Obsession

Senya Ichiya

the main theme of “L.O.R.D”

absolute configuration

luminous sword

MC

蒼穹のファンファーレ

En. the image theme of Xenosaga II

En.nowhere

En.MC

En.into the world

【Overseas】 Content of my Suitcase

Hello, this is Hikaru. Thank you for watching! This time, in response to some requests, I made a video of the contents of my suitcase when I go abroad for work 🧳 I feel like it's not quite the same as a packing video but I hope you still enjoyed it😂

【Overseas】 Hotel Night Routine

Hello, this is Hikaru. Thank you for watching! This time, in response to some requests, I filmed my night routine🌙 I hope you enjoyed it😂

[athenamikaelson]

War of Scars Pt. 3

Word Count- 2.6k

Warnings- Swearing, mentions of injury

Four days have passed since I last argued with Keiko. I know she has come by the med cabin a few times daily, but Alastair has turned her back around each time. I hear him tell her the same thing each time,

“Give her some time to cool off and regain her strength. Then you can come to bother her again.”

At first, Keiko had tried to get by him, but after the 4th time, she just wordlessly leaves once he tells her to go. A small part of me feels bad for turning away from her. Then I remember all the lies she told me and that small ounce of sadness contorts back to anger. 

A small silver lining these past few days though has been my nurse, or guardian angel as he calls himself, Alastair. Even though he’s the same age as me and has the personality of a rabid ferret, he has been very attentive to me and my healing process. Always checking up on me in the morning and even coming in to keep me company throughout the rest of the day. Most of the time it’s him talking to me about the latest gossip at camp or which cabins to stay clear of. Most of the time I stare at the window by my bed while he does this, barely listening to what he says. He doesn’t seem to notice, or if he has he doesn’t seem to care, since he still finds a way to talk my ear off with everything and nothing at the same time. 

Right now Alastair is trying to ease my bandaged arm into the grey sweatshirt, one of his friends lent him. As Alastair said he would never be caught dead in such a dreary color as grey. 

“I don’t know why we can’t just stay here for a little longer,” I look up to Alastair whose eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration as he eases the rest of the sweatshirt over my shoulders, “We can just stay here and I’ll even let you tell me all about the boy in Cabin 5 who pranked Aphrodite’s cabin or whatever.”

Alastair rolls his blue eyes dusts invisible dirt off my shoulders and brushes my hair away from my face.

“Nope. No can do. Chiron needs to speak with you, and besides you’re all healed so you’ll be moving into the Hermes cabin and out of here.”

I look over to the bed I’ve been sleeping in for the past few weeks and a sense of sadness fills me at the thought. 

“Do I have to move into another cabin? Can’t I stay here for another night?”

Alastair sends me a small smile and moves his hand to the small of my back as he guides me to the front door of the med cabin. I halt at the realization that I haven’t been outside of this cabin since the Chimera attack. I start to blink heavily as my vision starts to blur and my breathing gets faster. 

“Woah, woah just breathe bro! You can’t seriously like this cabin that much,” Alastair rubs his hand up and down my right shoulder soothingly as he tries to joke with me.

“Don’t worry about it ok? We can take as long as you need, and if you’re worried about everyone staring at you, don’t, ok. Most people will be staring at me because I have that effect on people,” He sends me a smirk, “and those who are staring at you just are curious about the girl who survived Zeus’ lightning. After a few days though someone new will enter camp and they’ll be in the spotlight.”

I nod my head slowly as I stand there for a moment and take a deep breath. I open my eyes and send a small nod at Alastair telling him I’m ok. I’m totally not, but he doesn’t need to worry about me anymore. Alastair grasps the handle of the door and lets me walk outside first. 

The bright light is the first thing that enters my vision, momentarily stopping me. I bring my hands up to rub my eyes and continue my steps onto the wooden porch. I glance around to see woods surrounding the med cabin and groups of kids of all ages wearing orange t-shirts running around. None of them seem to notice me though as they all seem to be in their worlds, conversing with one another. 

“Chiron said he would be at the archery field so it shouldn’t be that far of a walk from here.” 

Alastair says as he passes me, and hops down the steps as if he is high on life, or high on something else. This wouldn’t surprise me since no one can be as happy-go-lucky as this kid has been since the moment I met him. 

Alastair and I make our way down a path that a few other kids who appear to be a bit younger than us are also walking on. A bright green forest surrounds us as birds chirp in the air and a light breeze flows through my hair. Alastair walks beside me with a pep in his step and a tune coming from his lips. Every person that’s passed us so far has expressed their excitement to see him which he reciprocates. But, as soon as the other people notice me their attention turns to the light bruises on my face and my covered arm. That excitement quickly dissipates as they walk away, whispering to each other. 

After more whispers and passing glances with the orange-shirted strangers Alastair and I make it to a clearing that opens up to a field filled with kids and archery equipment. As I stare at the field filled with kids the building anxiety I’ve felt begins to burst at the seams. 

“Ah, Y/N it’s nice to see you walking around.”

A deep voice comes from behind Alastair and I. I turn around and my mouth drops open as I stare at the man-horse thing in front of us. 

“You didn’t tell her what I was did you.” 

The man-horse thing smiles down at me after he questions Alastair. I keep staring at him with my mouth open though.

“Oops, I did not,” Alastair turns to me and hisses my name at me as he puts his hand under my chin and pushes up to close my mouth, “Close your mouth girl, damn.”

“It’s quite alright Alastair. I have had much more intense reactions from new campers,” Horse-Man says to him as he glances back at me, “It’s nice to meet you Y/N. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. I hope Alastair has been suitable company for you in your time of healing.”

I hear a gasp of surprise and hurt come from Alastair as he starts going on about how he is insulted Chiron would think anything bad of his company. I’m not too focused on Alastair though as I try to make sense of the Man-horse in front of me. No. Not Man-horse, Chiron. His name is Chiron. 

“I’m Chiron, the activities director here at camp, I am also a centaur which you’ve noticed. I’ve asked Alastair to bring you here so I can give you a personal tour of Camp myself,” Chiron turns to Alastair, “Thank you Alastair for your help. You are free to go.”

I quickly glance at Alastair when I realize the closest thing I have to a friend here at camp is leaving me. Wait, no. Not a friend. He was only with me to help me heal. Now that I’m healed he’ll go back to helping other broken and bruised kids. 

I turn back around, not facing him, and watch some of the kids run around.

“Hey don’t get all moody on me again, Brat.”

Alastair flicks me behind my ear to get my attention. 

“I’ll come to check on you when you’re all settled into the Hermes cabin. My friend lives there too so I’ll make sure he gives you the best attention.”

I look into Alastair's eyes waiting to see some sort of pity or annoyance at the idea of visiting me, but I see nothing but a smile in his eyes. 

“Ya, Ok,” I send him a small nod. 

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“And this is the mess hall, campers come here for arts and crafts and other weekly activities put on by the cabins.” 

I glance at the tall building in front of me that has kids coming and going. Chiron has shown me most of the camp by now, explaining each building and function. We’ve passed many campers, almost all of who’ve given me the same mix of pity and wariness that I’d seen from the campers earlier today with Alastair. 

Chiron leads me down a narrow path towards to cabins as a question enters my mind about something Alastair had said.

“Alastair mentioned something about me surviving Zeus’ lightning bolt,” I strain my neck to glance up at Chiron who’s stopped walking, “What did he mean by that?” 

I watch as a flurry of emotions passes through Chiron’s face as he looks at me. 

“We don’t if what happened to you was Zeus’ doing. It is just a rumor that some of the campers have been talking about. You shouldn’t worry too much about it.” 

A frown makes its way onto my face at Chiron’s dismissive tone as he keeps walking, clearly done with the question. 

“There are 12 cabins in Camp Half-Blood. Three of which no one resides in. As you have not been claimed by your Godly parent, you’ll be staying in Cabin Eleven, Hermes’ cabin.”

I lightly jog to catch up with Chiron, trying not to agitate the stitches on my back. 

“What do you mean, claimed?”

Chiron glances down at me with a solemn look. 

“Claiming is when your godly mother or father claims you as their own. This can be done by completing a quest or by simply participating in a game of Capture the Flag.”

I nod at what he says and continue my walk. 

“You’re not going to ask anything else about claiming?”

I shrug at Chiron’s question and shake my head.

“Why should I care?”

This question gains Chiron’s attention. 

“Most campers question when they’re going to get claimed by their godly parent.”

I stare at Chiron for a moment as a sense of agitation and anger forms in the bottom of my gut. 

“Why would I care about being claimed by a God that never even cared to let me know they existed? One who let me get attacked by some creature, and one who let me be raised by people I thought were my family, but were really just strangers!”

Chiron stares at me with raised eyebrows.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t talk like that. The gods don’t like to be talked badly about.” 

That anger has now been built into something big at hearing Chiron’s words. 

“I don’t give a flying fuck. If my parent has a problem with the way I talk about them, then they can get off their ass and tell me themselves.”

I spit out at Chiron as I start stomping away from him. After a moment Chiron walks up to me. 

“You don’t know where you’re going, do you?”

I huff out in annoyance and throw my hands up, “No!”

I tense up at the feeling of a hand on my shoulder, the same shoulder that is now heavily scarred. Chiron must notice my apprehension as he takes his hand away. 

“I know all of this can be a lot, especially after everything you went through. It’s got to be a lot to deal with and you’re anger is understandable. Just try to channel that energy into something production.”

I roll my eyes at his words, “Ya, like what?”

“Whatever interest you have, any hobbies. Something that makes you feel like the old you again.”

I let Chiron’s words hang in the air as we approach a big wooden cabin, with many rowdy kids coming through the huge oak doors. 

Chiron leads me up the steps and opens the main door for me to walk through. I was expecting to see something impressive and god-like to go with Greek mythology but all I’m met with is a normal summer camp cabin filled with bunkbeds and kids of all ages. 

“Attention campers,” Chiron yells from beside me gaining the cabin's attention and eliciting a groan to escape my lips, “This is Y/N Thomas, she’s had a hard past few weeks here at camp and I want all of you to show her kindness.” 

I watch as many of the campers give me weary or questionable looks, whilst others look as if my presence is a mere annoyance but after a moment they all turn around and go back to their previous conversations. 

“We’re low on beds at the moment so we have a sleeping bag set up with your things in the corner of the room,” Chiron goes to take his leave but he turns to face me once more, “And Y/N, if you have any more questions please feel free to come to find me. And remember what I said about finding an outlet.”

I stand silently as I watch Chiron exit the cabin, leaving me standing in the entryway by myself. 

“Is it comfortable?” 

A deep voice comes from behind me and my eyebrows scrunch at the odd question. I turn around to make eye contact with a pair of deep brown eyes. The owner of the brown eyes is a boy who appears to be a little older than me. Brown curly hair hangs over his forehead, in a way that many couldn’t pull off without looking like they’d need a haircut, but somehow he makes it work. The boy has long eyelashes and full pink lips. The last thing that catches my attention is the scar that starts from the bottom of his right eye and stops right above his lips. Lips that have now started to curve into a small smirk. Fuck. Im staring. 

“What did you just ask me?”

The boy’s smirk turns into a small smile as he gestures to my hoodie.

“I asked if it is comfortable, you’re sweatshirt,” The boy stops and shrugs his shoulders, “Well technically my sweatshirt.”

I glance down at the grey sweatshirt that covers my torso and a wave of embarrassment flows through me. 

“You’re Alastair’s friend?” 

I ask him even though I already know the answer. 

“Ya, Alastair’s a buddy of mine. He asked to borrow a sweatshirt for one of his patients.”

I stare at the boy for a moment before reaching for the bottom of the sweatshirt and go to lift it realizing this kid probably wants his clothes back and doesn’t want a stranger wearing it. Dread fills me though stopping my movement as I realize that I’m just wearing a tank top underneath this and my bandage would be on show if I were to take the sweatshirt off. 

“Hey, don’t worry about giving it back,” The boy takes the bottom of the sweatshirt out of my hands and lets it drop back into place, “You keep it as long as you need.” 

I stare at the boy and take a fast step away from him.

“Don’t touch me! I don’t even know who you are.”

The boy stares at me for a moment with an inquisitive look as his eyes shift over my face and then he takes a small step backwards. 

“Okay… No touching, got it. My bad,” He stares at me again and smiles, “Luke, my name is Luke Castellan. Counselor of Cabin Eleven. And it is nice to meet you, Y/N Thomas. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.”

Taglist-

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[beachlifelez]

Boarding school was hard for roommates Keiko and Hana. But in their dorm room, away from the pressures of class work and peer pressure they found their sanctuary.

At first, it was just commiserating and consoling one another. But over time, their bond took that next wonderful step.

And so, each night, they would shed the outside world as they shed their clothes, meeting in one of their beds for another steamy evening of “mutual support”.

Lips, tongues and fingers would explore each other’s body in oh, such wonderful ways. The pleasure they gave and received would leave them in an exhausted sweaty mess. They would drift off to sleep, bodies entwined, dreaming of their next night together.

[snowflakesstrawberrymatcha]

Sleepover

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

Montague x fem!reader

A/N: Night Classes kill me, but I survived!, Sorry if you didn't see any story from me...Special story from me!

TW: Nothing I can thing of.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡°

I pulled my thick, oversized sweater tighter around me as I stepped into Montague's modest little home, or rather, his stronghold of ambition. It was strange—his dark coat and impeccably groomed black and white hair gave him an air of someone powerful, but standing here, surrounded by the shadows of towering bookshelves and gilded artifacts, made me feel oddly comforted.

"Welcome," he said, his voice smooth as silk, yet with an edge that hinted at the fire simmering beneath. Those heterochromatic eyes of his—one brown, the other blue—held a kind of intensity I had never encountered before. It was as if he was gazing straight into my soul, assessing, challenging. I fidgeted with the hem of my sweater."Thanks for inviting me over," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. We had grown close over the past few weeks, sharing secrets under the pretense of studying for exams, but tonight felt different, charged with unsaid emotions.

"You’re welcome. I believe in fostering relationships outside of the Society," he replied, smirking ever so slightly. The Society—his brainchild, an exclusive group that gathered the wealthiest minds to discuss matters of power and influence. I was just a student, but Montague saw potential in me, believing I could help change the world. We settled into his cozy living room. Books lined every inch of the walls; some were filled with arcane knowledge, while others were modern tomes on strategy and influence. I watched as he moved with grace, pouring hot tea into two mismatched cups. "They say the best ideas are shared over tea," he remarked, handing me a cup. I took a sip, the warmth spreading through my fingers.

As we chatted about nothing and everything, I couldn’t help but notice the way his lips curled when he spoke passionately about his ambitions. But I was haunted by the weight of my own feelings for him—this merging of admiration and something deeper that I dared not name.

He smiled, and for a split second, the world outside faded. I felt an inexplicable sense of belonging, a longing that wrestled with my mind, urging me to break the silence. "Montague," I began hesitantly, "tell me why you think wealth is power."Montague leaned back, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Wealth can shift the balance of influence," he started. "It allows access to ideas, opportunities, and the ability to mold the very fabric of society. But underneath it all, it’s not just the power of resources; it’s about the connections you build, the alliances you forge."

His voice dripped with conviction, and I felt myself hanging on his every word. "And yet," I interjected, "don't you think there’s more to life than that? What about love?" The atmosphere shifted. His gaze turned contemplative, and I caught a glimpse of vulnerability as he pursed his lips. “Love, you say? It can be a distraction, a weakness. But...” he faltered, his eyes searching mine as if he was weighing the truth of my words.

Before I could respond, the lights flickered, and we heard the rolling thunder outside. The storm had rolled in faster than we expected. I stood up to close the window, feeling a thrill race through me as the rain began to pour, painting the world outside in shades of gray. “Would you like to do something a little less serious?” he suggested, an unusual twinkle in his eyes. “Let’s make this sleepover memorable.”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, feeling a rush of anticipation. He chuckled, that deep, infectious laugh that I adored. "I have an absurd amount of board games. We could see who really has the strategic edge." And so, we dove into a world of playful rivalry. As the night wore on, the atmosphere became lighter. Laughter echoed off the walls, and I found myself captivated by Montague in ways I hadn’t expected. I discarded my initial perception of him as a cold strategist, seeing instead a man willing to let go of his burdens, even if for just a while.

After a particularly heated game of strategy, he fell back on the couch dramatically, his mismatched eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’ve bested me at my own game,” he declared, a mock seriousness to his tone. “How could a mere student defeat a founding member of the Society?”I laughed, playfully nudging him with my foot. The warmth in the room seemed to grow, matching the flutter in my chest—one I had tried to ignore but couldn’t any longer. “Maybe you underestimated me,” I replied, trying to maintain a façade of confidence.He fixed me with a gaze that felt like an eternity. “Maybe, just maybe, you have something no one else in the Society has—a heart willing to challenge the norm.”

As electricity hovered between us, I impulsively blurted, “Is that why you invited me here? To see if I could fit into your world?”Montague sat up, his demeanor suddenly serious. “No,” he said, his tone earnest. “I invited you here because I wanted to spend time with you, away from the pressures of the Society.”

We were quiet for a moment, and the storm howled outside as if offering a dramatic underscore to our uncharted territory. I took a breath, heart racing. “Montague, do you think love can indeed coexist with power?” His expression softened, and he leaned closer, brushing his thumb against my knuckles. “I believe love is a power of its own. It can drive ambition but also distract. It… complicates what we think we know.”

Underneath the glow of dim candlelight, with the patter of rain serenading us, I dared to tilt my head slightly, brushing my lips against his. The world felt electric as he responded, kissing me back with a thoughtfulness that took my breath away. As our kisses deepened, the weighty ambition and the longing for love collided in an exhilarating rush.

Montague, the embodiment of dreams and desires, held onto something more than power; he held the promise of a shared journey—one where hearts of diamond and steel could beat together, forging a new destiny within the shadows of ambition.

And for that moment, in the midst of a storm, two hearts dared to hope.

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

[marinahavik]

Meet my Yuu (inspired by the manga mission Yozakura family)

Yumi's sprite was made by a friend

Yozakura Yumi (夜桜夕美)

This feminine name has a delicate and sweet sound, originating from the combination of the elements yu (優), which is "superiority", "kindness" or yu (裕), which means "abundance" with mi (美), which means “beauty”.

Her surname means night cherry blossom.

Your family symbol is a cherry blossom inside a crescent moon.

On the surface they are an influential family in the technological field, but below the surface is where the real Yozakura shows its roots.

The family has been known since the Edo era as a family of renowned assassins and ninjas, over the centuries the family has modernized but still continues with certain traditions, and now works as spies, preventing sects from dominating the world and many other types of crimes.

They are the most influential family in the Japanese underworld (or perhaps in the world) and are in first place in the best spy family category among other categories.

The family is currently in its 10th generation and consists of 7 members.

Yozakura Ren (the firstborn): This short and beautiful Japanese name originates from the term ren (蓮), which means “lotus”, referring to the flower of Buddhism. Because of this, it symbolizes purity, perfection, wisdom and rebirth. (The name doesn't match his personality)

Yozakura Keiko (second daughter): This cute name, which looks more like a nickname, has a strong symbolism, which refers to courage and joy.

It has four different meanings: “blessed child or daughter”; “happy child or daughter”, “happy child or daughter”; “brave, courageous child or daughter” and “honorable child or daughter”.

Keiko originates from the kanjis:

kei (恵), “blessing, divine grace” and ko (子), “child”, “daughter”;

kei (慶), “joy, happiness” and ko (子), “child”, “daughter”;

kei (圭), “brave, determined” and ko (子), “child”, “daughter”;

kei (敬), “honor, respect” and ko (子), “child”, “daughter

Yozakura Aiko (third daughter): This beautiful, sweet-sounding name carries two different meanings: “beloved daughter”, “beloved child” or “child in dark blue”. It is quite popular in Japan.

Aiko is made up of the following kanji:

ai (愛), “love”, “affection” and ko (子), “child”, “daughter”;

ai (藍), “dark blue” and ko (子), “child”, “daughter”

Yozakura Yuki (fourth son): As one of the most popular male names in Japan, it carries four different meanings which are: "superior hope", "gentle hope"; "noble rich", "precious full of riches"; "abundant hope"; "illuminated bravery", "sparkling courage".

It originates from the kanjis:

yu (優), "superiority", "kindness" and ki (希), "hope";

yuu (裕), "abundance" and ki (貴), "noble", "precious";

yu (裕), "abundance" and ki (希), "hope";

yu (勇), "bravery", "courage" and ki (輝), "emit radiance", "sparkle".

Yozakura Akemi (fifth daughter): This female name brings with it a beautiful symbolism linked to enlightenment, light and beauty. It means “one that shines beautifully”, “beautiful light”; “scarlet beauty” and “beautiful dawn”.

Akemi originates from the kanjis:

ake (明), “brightness” and mi (美), “beauty”;

ake (朱), “red, scarlet” and mi (美), “beauty”;

ake (曙), “dawn”, “dawn” and mi (美), “beauty”.

Yozakura Seiji (sixth son): This male name refers to attributes such as truth, sincerity, intelligence and leadership.

It means “honest who governs”, “correct who heals”; “sincere, true leader”; “ruler who conquers”; “intelligent governor”, “wise healer”.

Seiji originates from the combination of terms:

sei (正), “honest, correct, fair, true” and ji (治), “govern”, “heal”;

sei (誠), “sincerity, truth” and ji (司), “manage, govern”;

sei (征), “conquest” and ji (司), “manage, govern”;

sei (精), “mind”, “soul” and ji (治), “govern”, “heal”.

Yozakura Yumi (youngest)

The family's former matriarch was killed when the children were young and the father was presumed dead but is only missing.

Despite their “common” appearance, the Yozakura family is a family with abilities far above those of any ordinary human.

Rumor has it that the first leader of the family made a kind of deal with the devil, so that she and her children could protect themselves, the strange abilities have extended to the present day.

Each child is born with a unique and completely superhuman ability but in each generation a girl will be born without ability, this child without ability is the one who should be the next head of the family, as she is the one who will make the Yozakura lineage continue.

Yumi is the child without skills of this generation and the current head of the family, aged 17, the mission of the rest of the family is to protect the leader at any cost.

Yumi, even without supernatural abilities, is still a force to be reckoned with, knowing 5 types of martial arts, in addition to having great knowledge of poisons and the use of different types of weapons.

Unfortunately, because she was the next boss, she didn't have a normal life, and unfortunately she didn't have many friends, and she couldn't trust other people who weren't her brothers because murders and kidnappings are common.

Since her blood could be used to artificially create superhumans.

The few friends she had were also linked to espionage or were online friends, the last time she made friends who were not linked to this work was the first and last time, as they ended up dead and to this day Yumi blames herself for because of this, since her first friend and his brother ended up dying just because they approached her (when she arrived at Twisted Wonderland and saw two people identical to her friend and his younger brother she almost had a breakdown)

Because she didn't have many friends, she spent most of the time she wasn't resolving family matters, spending money on anime, manga games and lots of Disney merchandise.

She ended up having fun with these stories, as it was her way of escaping for a while from the duties and obligations she had to go through.

Despite being the head of a prestigious family, Yumi is still just a teenager, who just wanted to have a normal life, at least for a while, she loves her family but sometimes wonders what her life would be like if she had been born in a normal family.

She is a technological genius and can hack any system in minutes, as well as having great knowledge of weapons and martial arts.

Each member of the family has a unique ability that usually matches the user's personality. Yumi doesn't have the ability but she has something as powerful as Blooming.

Blooming (開花, Kaika) are special abilities produced from Someinine, a unique protein found in the blood of the Yozakura family, which strengthens and causes mutations in the user's body.

Overview

Flowering is seen as the complete awakening of a Yozakura. The Someinine in Yozakura Blood strengthens the body to its limits, becoming an asset to those who receive Yozakura Blood. The power of blood can only be shared by the Head of the Yozakura Family, and they can only do it once. This ability is caused by the Someinin in Yozakura's blood that stimulates the body's cells, which increases the user's abilities using their body as a base.

Appearance

When a bloom is activated, the user's eyes have cherry blossom shapes in the iris. The eyes also change color to glow a cherry blossom pink.

Blooming Hazakura also changes his eyes, but instead of having a cherry blossom shape to his irises, they have a six-pointed shape, showing how it is still not perfect. The color is currently unknown.

True Spring Blooming (開花春来, Kaika Shunrai) is an evolved form of the Yozakura Family's Blooming that can only be obtained by one who has completely mastered its unique ability.

Appearance

When activated, the user of True Spring Blooming still maintains the cherry blossom-shaped eyes present in their initial Blooming state.

However, their body also changes, turning them completely white[1] and emitting pale red flames, which transform into cherry blossom petals. [two]

They also develop small black crack-like marks on their neck and under their eyes in this state. [3] However, it is implied that the appearance of True Spring Blooming may actually differ from one user to another. [4]

Overview

True Spring Blooming is believed to be the complete form of Blooming, they achieved this perfect shape after many years of training and perfecting their skills

According to legends passed down through the family, full bloom is when “The cherry blossoms bloom with fiercest pride and call the sleeping spring to wake up.”

A little about your personality

Yumi is someone who is quite calm and doesn't usually get involved in conflicts, but when she does get involved, she means to end everything.

Because she was raised in a family that was not at all normal, she is not afraid of many things, and because of this it is difficult to make her afraid.

So many years of suffering assassination attempts made her have nerves of steel. So she doesn't usually show much emotion when she goes through a dangerous situation.

She's so silent that she can be by your side and you won't notice, she's already scared the first-year class a lot because of this, Marina once joked that they should put a dog-collar on her, like the ones they have on their cat collars so they know when she's nearby.

She is very shy and cannot talk to other people, especially strangers, so she prefers to talk via text, she is almost as bad as Idia at interacting with other people, but unlike him she is a little better in this matter.

But with people she is already used to, her personality transforms into a happy, agitated and a little sarcastic girl who ends up swearing a lot and making some morbid jokes, she talks a lot, especially about her hobbies, and is a small agent of chaos.

She likes to create her own devices, she ended up creating a kind of hologram communication device for the entire first year class, now they all have a new device, never seen before and other people are a little jealous.

The device is round and looks like a small makeup case with a mirror for Yumi and the twins, while for the boys it resembles a pocket watch, the devices were made to be placed on a special belt with other things that Yumi gave as a gift, each device was personalized to match the dorm uniform and the owner's personality.

Despite all the trouble she ends up getting into with her freshman class, she is happy to have friends, even if they aren't as normal as she wants them to be.

Despite being calm and calm, and a little shy, she becomes scarier than Riddle when angry.

Appearance

Yumi is 1.70 tall (5’ 7’’)

She has long, black hair that is always loose, and two buns on top of her head like Pucca, held together by two white bows. Her eyes are also black, but the color is a little more gray.

Her school uniform is a regular uniform, a black skirt, with black tights, a white long-sleeved blouse, a black and gold vest, and a striped bow tie.

She found the rest of her clothes in Ramshackle and remodeled them, as well as some clothes that the first-year class gave her.

She doesn't have a dorm uniform yet.

Some curiosities and other information

Current mayor of Ramshackle

She is ambidextrous, so she can do things with both her left and right hands.

Likes animals

She has a dog named Goliath who is the family's guard dog.

Goliath is an old laboratory experiment who ended up being saved by his family, and since then he has been part of the Yozakura, no one knows how old he is, as he has been in the family for years.

30cm (Small Shape)

100cm (Medium Shape)

800cm (Large Shape)

She likes anime, manga and manhwa as well as otomes games

She really likes Disney and has a lot of knowledge about

Speaks at least 5 languages English, Japanese, Spanish, Russian and Latin

When she arrived at Twisted Wonderland and saw the statues of the Big 7, she immediately recognized them and explained some of the history to Grim, which surprised Ace.

When asked how she knew this information, she didn't answer directly she just said that they were also known in her dimension but that their stories were different from those that the Night Raven knew, and she refuses to talk about it, no matter how much they insist. for her to talk about.

Even though she doesn't have magic, she ended up being great at history and potions, in physical education she also ends up doing well, but most of the time during Professor Vergas' classes she finds a way to hide.

Likes the color blue and also pink

She has a pet snake that she calls Jade

The twins kind of adopted her, so they're always together.

After several events, the first year class was mistaken for a gang. Yumi is the leader, the twins are her assistants, Ace and Deuce are her right and left arms. Jack and Sebek are the security guards. Epel appears to be the secretary and Ortho is the group's hacker.

To make more money, she opened a fight club of sorts in Ramshackle's basement. Almost every dorm shows up whether to watch or fight, Leona usually shows up and stays in the VIP area watching everything. (And mainly because the majority of people who enter are Savannah students)

Speaking of Ramshackle, the dorm is completely chaotic and it's not because of the ghosts the dorm seems to be alive, besides the fact that the room and strange objects appear out of nowhere, there was a time when Yumi found her computer, she doesn't know how it got there there but doesn't complain.

She sometimes invades the school system to bribe the principal, he keeps crying because Yumi steals his money and he can't even say anything, the last time he tried to complain Yumi showed proof that Crowley was stealing money that the Al-Asim family donated to the school, and she said she would send it to the newspapers and ruin his reputation, he never complained again.

She uses the money she bribed from Crowley, and also from the fight club, to restore her dorm.

The first years are always having sleepovers, and at these parties they have already discovered a lot of secret rooms, and underground passages that connect Ramshackle to the rest of the school.

Among the rules, one of the main ones is that it is forbidden to murder any member of the family, to prevent her older brother from killing her boyfriend, she handed over the ring that she always wears, every Yozakura wears a ring with the family symbol, which is divided in two so that one is given to your partner and he is recognized as a Yozakura.

his romantic partner is Jamil viper

(note: when they managed to make a portal that connected the worlds so that Yumi could go from one world to the other whenever she wanted, Ren, the firstborn of the family, tried to keep Jamil, Yumi as punishment trapped him on the ceiling, forcing your brothers to watch while you continued taking care of your boyfriend).

(There may still be some changes to the character)

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[strawberrystepmom]

malevolent enterprise ch. 10

NSFW - MDNI. ceo au series. gojo x f!reader are endgame. reader is a lawyer. the jacking off to gojo's pictures chapter (she's just like me fr). wc 1.6k.

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune | masterlist

A soft whimper leaves your lips followed by another flex of your fingers inside of your own soaked pussy. 

Stress relief or something similar to it is what you call this, holding your phone inches away from your face and keeping your eyes locked embarrassingly on the salacious “look at me” pictures Gojo posts for public consumption on Instagram. 

It has been several weeks since the night you saw him and you remember everything down to the scent of his cologne but you need a little…visual stimulation this time, as shameful as that is.

The post you landed on shows the bottom half of his face, lips curled into a grin, and his almost impossibly perfect body. A photo that doesn’t even show off arguably his best feature, sapphire eyes he’s known the world over for having, still manages to make you swoon and you hate yourself for it. Pecs and abs and half of his shoulders gave your tired and stressed out mind enough to run with and you subsequently landed on your back, thumb rubbing circles around your clit.

You don’t need reminding of how pathetic this behavior is, you already know, but it doesn’t stop you from tucking your lip between your teeth to keep from moaning his name. Shame starts to sizzle in your stomach and you shut your eyes and toss your phone aside, focusing instead on making yourself feel good. 

Just when you feel orgasm encroaching, toes curling and calf muscles spasming, your phone starts to ring and the shrill musical notes make you groan in frustration, tears springing to your eyes. You pull your fingers from inside of you and reach with your clean hand for your phone, pulling it to your ear without checking to see who it is. You’re certain it’s Toge reminding you of a dinner reservation or Sukuna begging you to explain why he can’t arbitrarily fire people as he sees fit so you don’t bother. 

“What?”

The chuckle on the other end doesn’t belong to Toge nor Sukuna and your gut churns again. It’s like Satoru has a twisted sixth sense when it comes to you and admittedly, you have been avoiding him since the night the two of you had drinks thanks to his indiscretions that were plastered all over social media. He has been in three different papers this week with three different women, and after promising he’d prove himself worthy of you? He isn’t exactly doing a bang up job.

“Why so hostile, kitten?”

The old college nickname you were given thanks to a knack for being able to curl up and fall asleep literally anywhere after a couple of beers drips with sarcasm and you giggle despite yourself hearing it from his lips, panties dangling from one of your ankles and legs still open. 

“Because you’re the last person I ever expect to hear from. Have you run out of models to fly to Italy yet?”

“Ah so you’ve been keeping tabs on me.”

“It’s hard not to when you’re making yourself so visible. What do you want?”

“I need a plus one for a gala thing a couple weekends from now.”

You snort incredulously, gathering your sheets and duvet against your torso and sitting up with the phone pressed to your ear. Pulling your knees to your chest, you look as small as you feel imagining why he’d ever call you to cruelly flaunt such an opportunity. He has to know about your feelings, you’re so terrible at hiding them it makes you borderline combative, and if that’s the case this is low even for him. You’re disgusted more than anxious now and you can hardly hide it when you spit your reply through the phone receiver. 

“Keiko is busy? Elizabeth? Rin?”

Satoru hums on the other end of the phone, hearing the names of the models and aspiring actresses he has been spotted next to over the last several weeks during his travels.

It’s impossible to tell what or when he’s thinking but he is and some tiny part of him he should have ruthlessly smothered ages ago feels bad for spending months very publicly dragging women around to get your attention since he heard you were single. It worked - just in the opposite direction and your hurt is evident in the way you lash out. The evening the two of you shared seemed like a chance to start fresh and he may have already fucked it up but he’s still going to try. He told you he would.

“Does it matter? I asked you and not any of them.”

You have no actual claim to Satoru but it has always been unspoken at least amongst the social and professional circles you share that something is there with you and him. Of the men you’ve been with and given your heart to, none have ever affected you the same as Gojo Satoru. Not your ex, a man that wanted to marry you, not the last CFO or attorney or even Gojo’s dark haired musician friend that have all tried their luck. Your mind has always been singularly focused on the snowy haired man on the other end of your phone. 

It’s even more pathetic laid out in front of you like this and you pull your blankets over your knees and closer to your chest. You are all bark and no bite when it comes to him, playful sarcastic remarks and carefully rehearsed smiles so he doesn’t know he gets under your skin, but you are only human and the disappointment of always seemingly being his last choice burns. 

“I don’t believe you,” you admit and he gasps in faux disbelief. He knew you wouldn’t. He could explain to you that these women are merely accessories, they rarely make it past one night with him if they even get that far to start with, but it wouldn’t do any good given you already think he’s lying. He chooses to do what he does best instead - schmooze.

“Come on. We had so much fun the last time we saw each other and you never go out and I know it’s a good excuse for you to wear whatever dress you’ve been saving for a special occasion.”

You sigh frustratedly, knees still anchored to your chest. He’s right. You never go out and have fun anymore, too busy with a job that has been more than you expected. There’s a slinky vintage Dior purchased from a shop in Ginza in the back of your closet you have indeed been saving for the right occasion. 

“Don’t make me look stupid and I’ll come.”

He chuckles but the lilt of it sounds doubtful. You’ve caught him off guard and it shows, certain you’d say no yet magically procure an invitation to the gala nevertheless as you have in the past, and he shakes his head dumbly. 

“What do you mean?”

You parrot his words back to him in a high pitched tone, nasally and intentionally mocking. A shocked chuckle is all that Satoru manages to get out before you start speaking again and he bites his tongue, willing to let you take your shots. He kind of deserves them at this point. 

“If you take another woman out after we go to this gala together, I will systematically rip every single one of your eyelashes out. I will twist your fingers until they break. I will…”

“Okay, okay. Enough. You’re turning me on.”

Rolling your eyes, you pull the phone away from your ear to look at a message that has come through and groan when you see the name attached to it is none other than the man speaking to you. 

“What did you send me?” 

You mutter aloud and he chuckles when you gasp opening the message, attachment and all. A view of his torso and his boxers pulled down barely covering the base of his cock.

“Next time you want a pic, just ask.”

Realization dawns and you blink dumbly. You must have liked the photo you were using as masturbation fodder at some point during your rush to get off. You silently stare at the photo for a moment longer, embarrassment not enough to keep slick from leaking out of your pleasure denied cunt and anything you move to say dies on your tongue as soon as you open your mouth.  

“I’ll text you the details for the event. Enjoy, you’re welcome.”

Humming affirmatively, you listen to the phone click from the other end and you hold your device with both hands, still glancing at the salacious photo. Sure, need is thrumming through every part of you but you will never allow him the last word. Not now. Not after you’ve finally committed to something tangible with him.

Yanking your blankets off of you, you hike your lace panties back over your legs and position them so they sit across your hips in the way you know they look best, shifting your body enough that when you angle your front facing camera, the bottom of your tits and entire torso and thighs and lace covered mound are visible. 

Snapping a pic, you think better of sending it to him and close your phone, tossing it off to the side. He doesn’t deserve a reward for embarrassing you and as badly as you want to have the last word, it’s something that can wait until later. 

You do reach back over to your phone, though, picking it up and opening the picture and zooming in just enough to see the tuft of white hair he strategically hasn't lasered off above his cock and pull your panties back down around your ankles.

May as well finish the job thanks to his generosity.

[magpieandpossum]

*knock knock KNOCK* HELLO!!!

Hi sorry to suddenly appear and break down your door with excitement but I am a botanist and a DS9 fan and I like Stardew valley quite a lot (plus it's my sister's special interest) and I cannot tell you how excited I am for your game. Please let me help you alpha test it or something. Please let me talk about theoretical xenobotany. Let me babble on about the Keiko polycule

HELLO THERE!! I'm overjoyed that people like this game concept/design so far, I didn't expect so much love and excitement for my little coding/design project, I love y'all so much!! <3

Plus, I'd literally love anyone to talk my ear off about xenobiology, Star Trek, or anything in-between! I'm still in the very early stages of everything, somewhere in stage 1 of the roadmap below, but I'd be lying if I said I haven't been fiddling around with the plant mechanics quite a bit! The most difficult part of everything is 100% always the NPCs, less so the questlines than giving them schedules and little routines. I'll keep updating everyone who's interested with any progress I have! @enbyhoneyfluff @timetot @feral-pigeon-art @thelastgenderbender And thank you all here for tagging the original as "Starfleet Valley", I am shamelessly stealing that as a nickname for it until I can settle on a title <3

[Image description: Timeline graphic titled "Starfleet Valley Roadmap" with four boxes in chronological order, descriping stages of game development. First box reads: "World Tilemap, Player-character animation and design, object collisions, area transitions". Second box reads: "Day/Night cycle, weekday schedule, ability to grow plants, stationary Keiko and main botany questline". Third Box reads: "5 Main NPCs (Odo, Sisko, Dax, Bashir, Kira), NPC animation, NPC schedules, NPC side quests, NPC rapport". Line marked "first beta-testing". Final box reads "Player character customization, planet exploration" with a sidenote that reads "These are long-term things I want to add to the game, but aren't necessary to play a complex story!". *End image description*]

[possibilistfanfiction]

Prompt suggestion I loved the grandmas! So Ava's grandmas squad at the wedding maybe? :D

you've been to many, many weddings in your life: your own, the most important; your siblings' and your children's and your grandchildren's, blessing after blessing. most have been fun, and, especially as you get older, you enjoy everyone happily bringing you copious amounts of champagne and an extra slice of cake, dancing with you on rotation.

you've been to so many weddings but, of them all, this might be the most beautiful.

part of it is probably because, as you had discovered, beatrice has more money than god. she's not flashy about spending it; whenever she comes to the country club to have lunch, she's in soft earth tones, but you have been wealthy long enough to notice the clean tailoring and how her hair, especially after she cuts it short — which ava had informed your group of breathlessly one day — is always neat and shiny, her rolex and ring understated but beautiful all the same. it feels, retrospectively, a little like you've gotten to watch them both grow up, and grow into themselves. also, amusingly, you hadn't quite realized how wealthy she was until you'd gone to their home for lunar new year, two years ago, and then you had fully comprehended, with a fair amount of humor, because ava had never mentioned anything and had always been excited and friendly and down to earth, more than happy to spend time with a group of old ladies.

this is also the most beautiful because it's on the beach, and because all of it is designed to be accessible for anyone with mobility aids, even though it's in the sand. everyone has taken their shoes off, and there are flowers everywhere and a small, wooden altar, ornate and subtle, that beatrice and ava stand in front of. there's stephanotis woven into ava's hair, and her dress is all gossamer and lace, small straps over her shoulders and the back dipping low. you've seen her scars almost every week since you'd met, but you've been alive a long time and you know that there's a measure of love that exists in her life — fought for by her; inevitably created by her, you think, too, with her steadfastness and her undeniable charm — that makes those scars just part of this night. part of this love.

beatrice, in a sharp navy suit and a t-shirt tucked in underneath, her slacks rolled up above her ankles, has been crying since she saw ava, sniffling and laughing intermittently, and ava had started to cry while she was saying her own vows. it's a simple ceremony, short and so heartfelt, and angela offers you an ornate embroidered hanky silently when beatrice quietly promises her life to ava; they've invited everyone they love and still she says it like they're the only two people in the world.

at the reception, eventually ava finds you on the dance floor, even though her eyes flit back to beatrice often.

ava smiles at the young man — named keiko, he'd said, one of beatrice's friends from the dojo — currently dancing with you and he kisses her cheek with a laugh when she asks to cut in.

'sorry,' she says, 'if you wanted to keep dancing with him. i will say that he has a very cute boyfriend anyway.'

you laugh. 'i would rather dance with you; it's kind of beatrice to spare you.'

'eh, i have her forever. i wanted to dance with the second most beautiful woman here.'

you laugh. 'she is very, very handsome.'

ava groans. 'i didn't know she was going to wear that jacket. her brother surprised her with it.'

it's gorgeous, maybe one of the most beautiful pieces you've ever seen; angela had gasped quietly when beatrice and ava had walked in, and it had made you laugh around a crostini. 'i've asked all my children and grandchildren this, at their weddings,' you say, and you don't miss the way ava's eyes water immediately, 'are you happy?'

of course, you already know the answer. you've never seen two people happier with each other, more comfortable in and out of each other's orbits together, like you have the two of them. ava reminds you of aaron, you often think, with a pang you've felt for the past seven years — joyful, the entire world a little in awe of them, the delight of knowing that you're the center of their universe overcoming everything else.

'this is the happiest day of my life. i am — it's beyond words.'

it makes you want to cry, but you already have and ava glances over your shoulder with a soft smile, meant for one person only. 'good,' you tell her. 'you will have all the happiness in this life, with the love you've found.'

'it feels like a miracle.' she looks at the ring on her finger, elegant; perfect for her and her constant motion, inlaid with diamonds.

'it is a miracle,' you say. 'a blessing, a love like yours.'

'ruth, i really can't cry again.' you laugh. 'but — yes. i've loved her before, many times, i think. in one way or the other.'

she says it like there's only truth to it; certainty. without doubt. faith. maybe you will be young again; maybe you will meet aaron in some other form and build another life, blessings greater than the stars. beatrice's hair falls into her eyes and she dances with her niece and nephew. 'i believe you have.'

ava smiles. 'thank you for coming, and for the dance.'

you hug her, hold her to you for a moment, one of your favorite people in the world. a slow song starts and you spin her by the hips. 'go dance with your wife.'

she melts a little, a grin on her face. 'yeah,' she says, 'my wife.'

the party goes late, the joy overflowing. beatrice looks asleep on her feet when you leave but you hug her too, with her beautiful jacket and eyes that are always only ever for ava.

'thank you for coming,' she says, hugging you tight, 'and for being so wonderful to ava, and to me.'

'congratulations, on an undoubtedly beautiful life. thank you for letting me be in it.'

she nods, her smile gentle. you find angela and head to her car; thank god she can still competently drive at night.

'burgers?' you ask, and she laughs.

'didn't we eat so much food?'

you shrug. 'milkshakes, at least?'

'you are a terrible influence,' she says, but she grins and drives toward in n out and she's your best friend. another blessing, in this life, another love.

'i'm glad we've lived long enough to see that wedding.'

'don't call us old.'

'what was your favorite part.'

angela smiles, gently, bathed in the streetlights while you wait at an intersection. 'their vows, of course.'

in this life, and the next and the next, you remember. 'they mean them.'

'yes,' angela says. 'more than anyone i've ever met.'

'our grandchildren.'

angela laughs. 'a good night.'

she caves and orders herself a cheeseburger too, and then drives to the beach. you can't sit on her trunk anymore but you roll the windows down and it counts, this life and the next, all the same.

[putschki1969]

Kaji Fes.2023 Day 1 FULL Video [Reupload]

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I was quite excited to watch this since I only attended Day 2 last December. I didn’t necessarily regret not going for Day 1 but there were a couple of really neat songs in the setlist that I kinda wished I had been able to see performed live. The audio seems a bit dull but maybe it’s just me… Anyway, it’s still a pretty epic live. Please note that they decided to cut a handful of songs from the broadcast (probably to keep the whole thing at roughly 2 hours). The following songs are not included: fake garden, canta per me, she has to overcome her fear, I beg you and 砂塵の彼方へ.

Here are some random thoughts┗(•ˇ_ˇ•)―→

fake garden

canta per me

the world: Nothing much to say here. Decent performance but I liked the song more when it was led by Keiko.

Liminality: Loved, loved, loved this version with the amazingly talented Yuri Kasahara, Keiko and Kaori. The bridge here might be my favourite of all time.

in the land of twilight, under the moon: Never been a fan.

swordland: Another highlight for me. I think it’s easy to tell that I am a real sucker for YK’s guest vocalists that use a more operatic singing style.

she has to overcome her fear

luminous sword: Always been a big fan of Yuki’s SAO soundtrack. I understand why it gets performed a lot.

星屑: Even though this is a Keiko-centric song, I’ve never really liked it all that much so I don’t have much to say about it.

花守の丘: Solid.

ｗe’re gonna groove: Those who have followed me for a while know how I feel about the accordion. I dislike this instrument with a passion and it’s just featured way too heavily here. Fun fact, when Day 2 started with the accordion, I got really scared and wondered whether or not I would enjoy myself.

Obsession: Can’t say I’ve ever heard this song before. Sadly, it’s nothing that leaves a lasting impression. Also, that accordion…(¬_¬) Weird choice for LINO LEIA. It was fun hearing Keiko sing a bit of English though.

千夜一夜: Once again, not familiar with the song. Like this one a bit more though. Generally, I think I prefer rito’s vocals over LINO’s even though I don’t really know why.

Point Zero: This is one of my all-time favourite YK songs and one of the few tracks I really regret not seeing live on Day 1. Another epic performance by Yuri Kasahara. God, I love her so much.

salva nos: Speaking of regrets, yup, I’ll admit it, I am pretty bummed that I missed this one. “salva nos” and “a song of storm and fire” were the very first YK songs I ever listened to and they quite literally changed the trajectory of my life. Without those two songs, I wouldn’t have looked into more of YK’s stuff and I certainly wouldn’t have discovered Kalafina. One day, I wanna be there for a live performance. At least I got to hear “a song of storm and fire” on Day 2. So grateful for that!! Anyway, super epic.

花の唄: No thoughts.

I beg you

櫂: Ahh, I almost forgot about Aimer’s Mizu no Akashi 2.0. It’s so funny to me that this is literally copy/paste. Lovely melody, I don’t even mind the vocals all that much but damn, it’s not even coming close to Wakana’s Mizu no Akashi.

朝が来る: Decent but nothing to write home about.

My Story: Ohhh, another score track from “Hanako to Anne”. I was actually blown away by Day 2’s “希望の光”. This is not as good but still quite nice. Weirdly enough I am obsessed with the uilleann pipes. How come I can’t stand the accordion but I absolutely love this instrument? Probably because I am really into the celtic sound?

Parallel Hearts: Ugh, never liked this song, not even when Wakana was still around.

stone cold: This on the other hand is a song I’ve always enjoyed but with Wakana no longer in the picture, it’s just not the same. Will never get used to the Kaori chorus. Sorry T_T Still like this though.

the image theme of Xenosaga II: Good stuff.

蒼穹のファンファーレ: Love that this is focusing on the FJ regulars. My favourite performance of the song so far.

[akihabaradivision]

Happy Halloween! 🎃

Keiko - Queen Sevada

"Hi there! You like my Halloween costume? I'm cosplaying as another character from my manga, Queen Sevada of the Hilaterra Kingdom. Truthfully, she was only supposed to be a minor character that appeared only a few times, but... I wasn't expecting her to be so popular! I'd thought her daughter would be more acceptable, but people seem to dislike her, for some reason. I wonder why... Anyway, I made some treats for Halloween for you to enjoy. Take some, and have a good night!

You received a treat!

Golden Crunch. These sweet, soft pieces of sponge toffee are honey-flavored, making you hum in delight. You wonder if you can't convince Keiko to give you the recipe for it so you can enjoy these again in the future...

Criss - Wandering Spirit

"...Oh? What's that? I hear... voices? ...A visitor? What are... you doing here? Are you another treasure hunter, here to try to make off with my family's gold like all the others? If so, I'll warn you now, I won... oh, you're not? Then... what did you...? ...You... you wish to speak to me? But... why? ...You find me interesting? Well, that's nice! Okay, we talk some more. But first, I want you to have this for being such a good friend!"

You received a treat!

Ectoplasm Jelly. Although you're a little hesitant to put it in your mouth, it turns out this "ectoplasm" is really just sour jellies that make your face pucker up as you suck on it.

Nikki - Alien

"...Hmm? Oh, hey. ...Yeah, I'm dressed as an alien, or an extraterrestrial life form, if you want to be specific. I've always been fascinated by outer space and the secrets it holds. Many people think I'm weird or dumb for believing in aliens, but... well, I don't think I need to tell you what I think of those people. I mean, with how wide the universe is, whose to say there aren't aliens out there? But whatever. Anyway, here. I've my fill of sugar for one night. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going back to looking at the stars through my telescope."

You received a treat!

Cosmic Clusters. These "clusters" are small pieces of milk chocolate filled with peanuts, nougat, and caramel that do taste pretty "out of this world".