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yoimix · 2 years ago

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genshin men + sleepless nights

ft. diluc, xiao, kaveh

playlist. afterglow - taylor swift ; like real people do - hozier ; kiss goodnight - i don’t how but they found me

[ tw: nightmares, suggestive ]

✽ diluc is well-acquainted with nightmares. he often wakes up in the quiet of the night to dreadful noise inside his head, grating, punishing him for the past. but now that he instead meets your soft touch and warm breath, he finds himself calming down easier. i’ll keep you safe. he’s said that to you before, in the heat of battle. only recently did he discover you’re keeping that promise when the flames have died down. the world is cruel, but despite that, he will still love you. that is his promise to you. even through rapid, unsteady breathing, he seeks out the nook of your shoulder, pressing his forehead against your skin like you’re the magic remedy to his ailments. you shiver sometimes, mumbling that his hair tickles; it only makes him sigh in relief, and you hold yourself back from giggling maniacally at the sensation. you smooth his hair away from your neck but he only buries himself further in.

“diluc.”

“mhm.”

“now, you’re just messing with me, aren’t you?”

“why would i ever do that?”

you huff and diluc smiles, lips pressing against your neck in a flurry of soft kisses.

“diluc! that tickles,” you complain, weakly pushing his head away. a deep chuckle rumbles from him and he rises to finally meet your eyes.

“can i kiss you?” he whispers, suddenly sincere.

“now you ask? after you’ve violated my poor neck like that?”

“you didn’t complain last time.” he raises an eyebrow.

“really, diluc?” you scoff. “where’s all this unbridled confidence coming from? usually you’d blush like a newly-wed bride the moment i whisper something in your ear.”

diluc rolls his eyes, a faint glow over his cheeks under the moonlight. “that’s not true. and... and i... i’m simply enjoying myself.”

you whistle. “mondstadt’s very own winery tycoon discovers the joys of teasing his lover in the dead of night. riveting.”

diluc sighs in exasperation, throwing his hands up. “can you not? you always tease me.”

“you’re so easy to tease.” you bite down your lips. it doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, his impulse fighting to take over the control he exerts.

he caves, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your mouth. his lips linger; one kiss, two kisses, till he has you pressed against his chest, his arms secure around your waist.

you pull away, before placing a quick kiss to his nose. none of the other kisses have the effect as this one, for his ears nearly spark with the rush of heat to his face.

“are you growing a stubble?” you bite down a teasing smile. “i don’t want my chin all itchy every time we kiss.”

he grimaces. “no. i’ll shave tomorrow. it makes me look too much like my father.”

you purse your lips. it’s the same quiet of winter as the one you met him in. he was a talented boy, and you, the bane of his existence. since then, many winters have passed, some cozy, some silly, and some lonely and grieving. the winery has dimmed (even diluc), but everything is always bright in your wide eyes, from the lush grapevines to the sunset-haired man. you’re both aware you cannot win against time. and so, just like him, you keep every postcard.

“diluc,” you call, hesitant. “it’s not a bad thing.”

“i know,” he responds curtly.

you never learned what to say. diluc never wants you to.

he holds your wrist, lifting it up to place your palm against his cheek again. it’s quiet. he breaks eye contact.

“i have regrets, (name). and they’re all because of... my ego.”

“diluc-”

when it rains, it pours.

“if only i were... if only i were a better man... if i were less cruel,” he whispers, remorse coating his tongue like ash.

you smooth your thumb over his cheek, till he sighs. diluc meets your eyes with the glow of embers, soft and a little lost, maybe.

“you’re a good man to me,” you say finally. “i think that’s a good start.”

diluc sighs again, snapping himself out of his daze. “and you’re too good to me.”

“who else will buy me sickly sweet flowers and get me the best dandelion wine in mondstadt?”

diluc rolls his eyes, taking your wrists once again to plant a kiss each against them.

“thank you, (name),” he says, a smile finally sprouting on his warm lips.

“of course, diluc,” you mumble. “you mean so much to me... anyway, shall we bake tomorrow? surely you can leave the abyss alone for the weekend.”

diluc blinks. “actually...”

your smile drops and he gulps, swallowing his words.

“yes,” he answers. “my schedule is clear tomorrow. but i’m... i’m not quite proficient with baking, my love.”

“that’s alright.” you wave your hand dismissively before going off on a tangent, on a path of words diluc’s quite familiar with. snapdragon flowers, dandelion seeds, sweet flower jam—you certainly have a wide knowledge of all of these. he’s seen you collect them for hours on end, your odd little baking experiments giving adelinde a heart attack. you’ve always been this way. after all these years, the winery thinks of you as fondly as he does.

diluc tucks your hair behind your ears, running his fingers through your hair once you’re snuggled up in bed again. you’re still mumbling about narrowing down which recipe to try tomorrow morning in a sleep-laced haze. diluc can’t get enough of it.

“you mean so much to me too,” he whispers.

✽ xiao is a warrior first and foremost, and everyone knows warriors can never sleep at night. for xiao, it’s a special case. his war is not a war people can thank him for, nor does he see an end to it. it is invisible to most, and his battle scars are the only monument to his acts of deliverance. but you... you, with your curious eyes and fickle fingers, always running your mouth about his tattoos and breaks in his schedule—is he supposed to open up so easily? is he supposed to sigh in relief at your animated explanations or get so drowsy on sunlit afternoons when you’re around? is he supposed to desperately want to hold you? perhaps he is, for his eyes always seek your figure, hands itching to drop his spear and take your hands instead. if he asks for forgiveness for all that he is, would you smile at him and pretend he is as human as you? no, he’s known you for months. you’d do something outrageously stupid—and it’d be the medicine to all his ailments.

“how is it my fault?” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“of course it’s your fault!” you huff.

“i never prevented your... afternoon naps.”

“but you wouldn’t nap with me!” you throw your hands up, reasoning as though it’s common sense for him to know. “do you know how cold it was? i nearly shivered myself off the cliff!”

xiao feels a rush of blood to his cheeks, coughing to hide the hot discomfort.

“and now you refuse to sleep in my nice, warm bed, which i made very specifically for you. not that you care but it’s very comfortable. ahh, it’s good to be home once in a while.”

why are you advertising your bed to him? it’s not like he’s going to buy it. he doesn’t have mora anyway, nor will he ever need to carry it.

“i don’t need to sleep,” he states, re-emphasizing his point. “i am a yaksha.”

“i don’t care,” you grumble, sleeplessness clearly clawing at your brain. “you swore an oath to me.”

xiao blinks. “this was... this was not the oath. i said i’d come to you when you need me if you—”

“—call your name,” you interrupt, tapping your feet impatiently. “xiao. xiao. conqueror of demons. my dearly beloved. xiao. i need your help.”

xiao’s not sure when the terms of the contract spiraled into something like this. you are partners; a dashing young adventurer and a cynical yaksha who are already unlikely to be friends. since when have you grown so close to him? in fact, if he were to lean in...

absolutely not.

xiao straightens. he didn’t realize the physical proximity at first.

“are you... teasing me?” he nearly spits poison with that question. though, you’d savor that poison like sweet wildberries.

“is it so strange to sleep beside me?” you take a step back, chewing on your lip. some things do deter you. despite being a hardy adventurer.

it’s already strange enough for me to sleep, he wants to say.

“will it make your night easier?” he asks quietly.

you brighten visibly. the moonlight pales when you look like that.

“alright,” he answers, staring at your brisk nodding.

he sits hesitantly at the corner of your bed, looking up at you with innocuous eyes. you stand in front of him, lacking your usual movement like you’re still processing everything. for a moment, you look flustered. but it’s not like xiao can tell. on your face, everything looks sweet.

“i...i- uh...” you stutter. “i didn’t think i’d get this far.”

xiao raises an eyebrow.

“a-anyway. scoot. this is my favorite side.”

“you... humans have favorite sides?”

“well, some of us do. some of us don’t care. i happen to have one though so you’ll have to deal with it, mr yaksha.”

it’s not like he hasn’t dealt with worse. he drags his legs onto the bed and shifts awkwardly till he’s made space for you.

you jump into bed with the energy of a vishap hatchling, and the thought is so ridiculous he suppresses a smile.

at first, there is peace. then you inch closer, like slower movement would fool his trained senses. he’s warned you before. karmic debt is not a trifling matter—and your weak skin and bones cannot withstand it.

time has proved, however, that you are not as weak to him as he is to you.

“does it hurt?” you ask.

“hm?” he turns his head, caught off-guard.

“y’know...” you continue. “your fights. i’ve seen some nasty injuries. do they hurt?”

you’ve never asked him about his past. he’s numb to it now, but you never poke your head there. even if you’ve poked it nearly everywhere it shouldn’t be.

“not quite.”

not now.

perhaps baizhu has been going about the wrong way making medicine for him. or perhaps, you are an ingredient undiscovered by the medical world.

“good.” you grin, and his heart flakes on him. all this from a smile? the conqueror of demons folding like a crumpled piece of paper? but it’s you, after all. he should know better. “if i hurt you, let me know.”

xiao chokes a little, words spawning and dying just as rapidly in his throat. what can he possibly say to you?

“maybe i won’t have nightmares anymore now,” you mumble, snuggling closer to his arm. it must be uncomfortable, xiao thinks. his arm, bone and muscle, was not made to be rested upon.

but you cling so dearly.

“you’ve been having nightmares?” he asks. he never asks you about your nights. at least directly. acute observation gets him most answers and you are not a difficult person to read. so your declaration truly leaves him puzzled.

you don’t answer immediately.

“(name)?”

“yeah. they make me uncomfortable. but nothing like a little fear to keep me on my toes, right?”

xiao gets what you’re saying, but he doesn’t necessarily approve of it. he’s not the kind to poke his nose into someone else’s business, but at this proximity your fresh, earthy smell mingles so perfectly into his own. is it still someone else’s business if you breathe as one, every exhale tangling into each others’?

“i could eat them.”

you pause to blink before snickering loudly, clutching your stomach. silence follows.

“wait, you’re serious?”

“yes.”

“of course. i should’ve known. uh... i don’t think you need to do that.”

“they don’t hurt me too much.”

“so they do hurt you?”

“...”

xiao purses his lips, trying not to meet your focused gaze. unfortunately, it lands on your sweet, plump lips. he immediately jerks his head to the side.

“i already told you,” you continue, paying no heed. “no more nightmares for me now.”

“you can’t be sure of that.”

“it’s scientifically backed,” you press, voice dropping to a comforting whisper, “that you fall asleep faster, and sleep much better with a loved one.”

does he constitute a loved one? xiao parts his lips and closes them.

“look at me.”

xiao can’t. he’s all too aware of the physical proximity, all too aware of your fingers drawing circles on his arms. you will not ask, he knows. but neither will he.

and sometimes you don’t need to.

you draw nearer to land a kiss on his cheek. it’s not a demanding touch, light as feather, in fact. but xiao feels blood rush to his head like never before.

“you- i- i think that- you look cute,” you manage to say out loud, not quite what you mean. “so... um... can you please look at me?”

xiao turns his head finally, to meet an expression he has never seen before. lips pursed, eyes flitting nervously, and chest heaving slow and unsteady. he’s seen this among mortals. never in you.

and it’s strange to admit just how accustomed he’s become to mortal life.

xiao’s breath ghosts over your lips, hesitation still clawing at his throat. being a decisive fighter does not make him very decisive in other regards.

so, you do it for him. pressing your warm lips to his, you sigh just as he does, like the night is finally warm again. though his beating heart says otherwise, he feels so at peace for once that drowsiness settles on his eyelids and he draws even closer to you. relief is not a feeling he is accustomed to.

you pull away to place your head against his chest, squeezing his torso in a hug. he knows it’s a way of showing comfort. but he can’t possibly describe what he feels from that. can you do it again?

“will you come sleep here tomorrow night too?” a small smile plays on your lips when you face him.

“i suppose,” he answers.

“and the next?”

“mhm.”

“...and the next?”

xiao cannot help his smile.

“i swore an oath, did i not?”

✽ kaveh is too impatient to stay still in bed when he can’t sleep. he’d rather take advantage of his insomnia to work on the bubbles of inspiration that rise and fizz out as quickly as they come. but every time he’s lying beside you, he can’t bring himself to pry your arms away from his torso. it’d be sacrilege to wake you up, not when you look so quiet and peaceful, away from a world of dry commotions. and on nights you can’t sleep, he refuses to go to bed too. it is imperative to his sleep that you doze off beside him. he doesn’t need incessant proofs of his passion, and he doesn’t need the akademiya’s validation. all he wants is a life as soft and precious as you, like dew on padisarah in the early mornings he sleeps through. oh, all the things he would give up to have you sleeping soundly by his side this night, and the next, and the next. it aches to have you away.

“i can’t sleep, kaveh,” you mutter, annoyed.

“i know,” he responds, lips upturned. “this is the fifth time you’ve said it in the past twenty minutes.”

“you’re exaggerating,” you huff, tugging closer to his chest anyway. “i should not have stayed past six at puspa cafe.”

“ah. so whose fault is it that you can’t sleep?”

you scowl. “i thought the coffee wouldn’t have an effect on me. it wasn’t that strong.”

kaveh quietens, and for a moment, you worry he’s fallen asleep.

“shall we take a walk then? when i watch the city sleep, i want to fall asleep too.”

you pause before sitting up and following his lead, hand in weary hand. you make sure to be as quiet as mice, so as to not wake up kaveh’s sleeping roommate. usually, your boyfriend wouldn’t care. but it seems your considerate nature has taken a toll on him.

the smell of spices still wafts through the streets long after everyone has closed shop. the dogs have followed their owners home, and the strays are curled up by alleys and corners in a huddle of warmth. at least where you’re at, the two of you are the only souls treading the pavement, save for a few stragglers, cats prowling and students celebrating the end of finals. you can almost feel their relief, laughing with kaveh as you notice a young scholar holler in joy with his friends when an old lady immediately shuts them down to be quiet.

“what was that about the city sleeping?” you hum, elbowing him.

“and you really thought you were immune to caffeine?” kaveh retorts, amusement playing on his lips.

“shut up.” you lightly punch his arm, which he, of course, reacts to overdramatically. to him, that’s the cutest ‘shut up’ he’s ever heard.

a fresh breeze passes by the two of you, making him step closer, shoulders touching and fingers intertwined.

“lately,” he starts, ruby eyes lost in contemplation, “my team’s been researching the lost paradise of king deshret. they say he made a contract with the god of time to build an eternal oasis, all the wonders of the land frozen in a beautiful frame for the goddess of flowers. isn’t that lovely?”

“what’s so lovely about building a cemetery for someone you love?”

kaveh sighs. but when he opens his mouth, there is no answer. you hide a small smile as he thinks.

“well, it was to honor her passing... but you’re right. i’d rather honor the living.”

“well, king deshret also went mad. good to see you’re still sane.”

kaveh turns red. “i’m not joking! you see the beauty in all this, don’t you?”

a smile tugs your lips as you reach out to grab his face. “yes, of course. but more so in your face. and your hands. and your mouth. and your stupid little head with all its wild imaginations.”

“you tease me too much,” he huffs when you’re done planting rapid kisses to his face. his expression is something between a scowl and pout, hands comfortably over yours as they rest against his cheeks.

“do you dislike it?”

“i’m not answering that.”

your laughter is full of heart, and kaveh can’t help but join in, throwing his head back as he does.

saturday evenings are quiet at the center of the city; but the further you branch out towards the hubs, there are lively crowds waiting to greet you. your next destination is lambad’s tavern, stopping to grab a cup of water and converse with kaveh’s old classmates from the akademiya. it must be a ksharehwar thing to seemingly never sleep.

kaveh’s so-called remedy to sleeplessness ends up turning into a catch-up session, sleep tossed out of the window. the warm glow of the tavern, however, makes you miss his bed more. perhaps his trick did work, in a strange, twisted way. but still, you don’t appreciate the long way around.

it takes a while before you can finally walk out the doors of the tavern—and the night simmers down again when you find him. looks like your boyfriend has made friends with the wood, as he rests his head on one of the outdoor tables of the tavern, all by himself. you feel a sting of guilt for holding him back from his sleep. it’s not easy, working day to day on as little sleep as he does.

“kaveh,” you call.

he meets you with a dazed smile, clumsy and unsteady in the way he moves.

“did you drink when i wasn’t looking?” you ask, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

he frowns immediately at your accusation, shoulders sagging. “can’t i be this way because of you?”

“well, it’s usually your drunken stupor.”

he huffs. “you’ll never know what you do to me if you keep your so-called logic wrapped so tight around your throat.”

“why? is there something else you’d rather have wr—”

“ahem.” kaveh flushes so deep, he’d put zaytun peaches to shame with that hue. “what i mean is. you don’t know the effect you have on me. it might as well be intoxication.”

you press your knuckle to your nose, trying to hide your smile. kaveh is quick to catch on, his grin widening.

“no, it must be intoxication,” he presses, moving closer to you with eyebrows furrowed. “i even get along with alhaitham these days. can you imagine?”

you giggle. “how frightening.”

kaveh leans in, his eyes shining prettier in the moonlight. if only you knew they open to reflect you. his expression eases and a smile blossoms.

“you make me see love everywhere,” he whispers, lips hesitantly hovering over yours. “and it is wonderful to feel that way. thank you.”

“oh gosh, you’re so... you say sickliest sweet things. it’s disgusting.”

before he can retort, you tug on the strawberry blond strands, pressing your lips to his. he does not let you pull away, his arm snug around your waist. with kaveh, the butterflies never die, natural when his lips taste of honey.

“for the record,” he slurs, drunk off your kiss more than any alcohol. “i would build you more than paradise. i would start laying the bricks for heaven if you asked.”

and you’d make sure he sleeps soundly instead each night he forces himself to work. he’s too sweet for his own good. in the city of wisdom, everyone knows the cost of love without labor. but your attempts to ensure his rest is your labor.

you laugh, patting his cheek. “how about you start laying the bricks to a house of your own?”

an instant pout tugs at his swollen lips.

“oh, don’t get mad.” you cups his cheeks and pull his face to your level, pressing a feather kiss to his forehead. “i know times are hard for dreamers like you.”

“you make me sound so silly.”

“i’m sorry.” you caress your thumb over his cheek, worried you’ve overstepped in your teasing.

“no.” he smiles sheepishly. “i don’t mind being your silly boyfriend. if it makes you smile, at the very least.”

“you silly man.”

“you’re smiling.”

“is the victory satisfying?”

“sort of...” his voice drops to a cheeky whisper as he leans in close to your ear. “but the rest of the night can be... more so.”

“kaveh. we’re in public!”

“what, it’s not like it’s a secret. alhaitham and our poor neighbors are the first victims if you suddenly want to be considerate of that.”

“oh my god.”

“c’mon. kiss me. there’s no one else outside.”

“if there’s anyone who appreciates a room, it should be you.”

“mhm. yes. a bedroom, more so right now.”

you smack your hand over his mouth, unable to hold back your laughter at the flabbergasted look on his face. it slowly morphs into annoyance, and then acceptance.

“don’t be upset,” you say, placing a light kiss on his nose.

you know just the way to sedate him. kaveh should have you arrested for whatever violations you’re committing against him. there must be laws against the fevers you raise on his skin. right?

“shall we go home?” you smile with sleepy eyes.

and his heart melts. there’s nothing more he wants than a home with you.

“lead the way, my love.” he grins wide, and suddenly, the marble and the cobblestones melt away, your hand over his the only stronghold left. it is not loud enough yet to leave his mouth, but the answer to the architect’s greatest dilemma—is you.

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gallusrostromegalus · 1 year ago

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So, I am begging you here, pls tell me that Ikkaku and Yumichika are still bffs on this AU. I need the violent miss- and yet perfectly matched bastards to still be forever ride-and-die with each other.

Also, all the dropped tidbits relating to Yumichika are gold and I am hoarding them like a squirrel hoards his nuts for winter.

They are actually, for real, legally married.

Ikkaku was 500% ready to fight the entire Gotei-13 when he took the 628-year old marriage certificate he and Yumichika had gotten in 72 North to the Seireitei Records Office to be honored.

Instead, the sole hiccup in the process was the young lady behind the counter asking him to spell Yumichika's surname for her as this document seems to have been... stained, at some point.

"-That's not... Blood, is it?" She asks, concerned.

"Uh. It's actually. Um. Soy Sauce." Ikkaku mumbles.

It would have been less embarrassing if it had been blood.

Turns out, Gay marriage- and indeed, divorce, or changing your name, or gender, or becoming the third, fourth or seventeenth parent/legal guardian to a kid is a nonissue in soul society, because someone complained *once* and Yamamoto declared that, one, he didn't care, and two, the rest of the military commanders were hired off death row, and *this* is what you're complaining about? Fuck off.

But here are some Yumichika Fun Facts:

Everyone in the 11th division has really, really good personal hygiene and well-cared for hands, feet and nails because Yumichika's mother was a doctor at a rural hospital and put the fear of dysentery, cholera, pneumonia, tetanus, sepsis, trench rot and necrosis into him even more than fear of the gods, and he very much continued this sanitary evangelism.

Yumichika's other mother was a drag queen at the brothel that adjoined the hospital and taught him all about hair, makeup, poisons, manners, alley fights, how to play the shamisen, how to make a knife out of anything, flower arrangement and how to curse the hell out of a motherfucker of it comes to that.

Kubo was wrong Yumichika looks out for all his sisters not just his cis-ters.

Kenpachi was friends with Yumichika before either of the ever knew Ikkaku. He met Yumichika shortly after adopting Yachiru when Yumichika saved him from drowning in the river that ran through his home village.

Kenpachi asked Yumichika what he could do in gratitude for saving his life, and Yumichika, seeing his sword, asked if Kenpachi could "give him a real fight, for once"

They had a jolly little scrap that left Yumichika in the hospital for three months, an almost insatiable lust for battle, and a permanent bald scar on the edge of his eyebrow, which is where he glues the decorative feathers he wears.

It also got him (lovingly) told to move out and make his way in the world.

Yumichika met Ikkaku some years after that, when the theater/brothel he was working at hired Ikkaku on as an Emcee and a comedy act in his own right.

Ikkaku loves making people laugh and is damn good at it.

Yumichika was already considering making a move on him when a heckler pulled a sword on Yumichika during his act and Ikkaku beat the shit out of him with a chair without a second thought, and Yumichika decided he was going to seduce and marry this bald little maniac then and there.

It still took the better part of six months, because Ikkaku was convinced that Yumichika was "Way out of his league" and "He's just being friendly to a coworker!".

Things finally became clear when, having reached a boiling point of sexual frustration, Yumichika challenged Ikkaku to a duel, beat the hell out of Ikkaku with Kujaku, and screamed his feelings directly into Ikkaku's face.

"Oh." Said Ikkaku. "Why didn't you say something?"

"I'VE BEEN SAYING THINGS AND SHOWING YOU THINGS AND SITTING IN YOUR LAP AND KISSING YOU FOR SIX MONTHS YOU FUCKING MORON."

"...I may be stupid."

"At least you're also cute. C'mere you sexy cueball."

-and they have been blissfully if dramatically wedded since.

It was many years after that that they had moved on to a different brothel as a duo floor show act, when they got to talking to some of the other working girls about their travels and Yumichika tells the story of how he got his eyebrow scar saving a real freak of a guy from drowning after he got stabbed by a river stingray, but then he challenged him to a fight because- well, he was young and cocky and a small fish, but in a tiny pond- and promptly got his ass beat.

"That's wild!" Says Ikkaku. "I also challenged a random freak with a stingray scar on his leg to a fight because I was bored and- all due respect to you and Kujaku, my beloved - but he gave me a thrashing the likes of which I'd never had before or since. He had his daughter with him was the weird part- he was a real big bastard, face like a cliff, but his girl was this adorable little pink thing."

Yumichika sits up, frowning. "-seven feet tall in socks, big vertical scar on the right side of his face?" He asked, gesturing to his own.

Ikkaku put his drink down and pointed at Yumichika "-and bells in his hair! You fought Zaraki Kenpachi too??"

"Yes! What the hell?" Yumichika laughed. "I wonder where he is now..."

"Oh Gods, he had the WORST sense of direction! He's probably managed to walk in and back out of the Soul King's palace on accident!" Ikkaku giggled

"Well, if he's the same seven foot tall sword bastard with the scarred face and pink little girl on his shoulder as the seven foot tall sword bastard with the scarred face and the pink little girl on his shoulder standing out in the street looking lost as hell, you can go ask him." Said their coworker Sachiko, pointing to the giant standing not a dozen feet away.

"Look Ken-chan! It's YuYu and Baldy!" Yachiru giggled.

"Yachiru!" Yumichika gasped, delighted.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!" bellowed Ikkaku.

"YOU AGAIN!" Zaraki bellowed, ecstatic. " BEEN A FEW YEARS, LET'S SEE HOW MUCH YOU LEARNED!!"

Ten minutes of incredible violence, twelve minutes of evading the police and twenty-one minutes of getting lost on the way back to the brothel, a bloodied but still standing Yumichika was explaining to the Madame that the giant bastard carrying the unconscious half of her prized floor show duo behind him was, in fact, an old friend of theirs whom she should absolutely hire as a bouncer, you can see how effective he is!

Madame Tsubaki, who recognizes incredible spiritual power and fighting potential when she sees it, and who is still very petty about the divorce from her husband the Shinigami Captain-General, allows herself to be persuaded.

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach #bleach fanfiction #yumichika ayasegawa #ikkaku madarame #kenpachi zaraki #yachiru kusajishi

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gmbencompetence · 3 days ago

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years ago

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The Winter Sun (20)

20. The march ahead

MASTERLIST

Summary: Cregan marches south, but something keeps you in Winterfell

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, talk about killing, war and all that comes with it, SMUT, breast milk involved, kind of body worship, teasing, talk about pregnancy, period blood (unrelated to the smut), might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.4 k

Notes:I will pick up the pace a bit from here

Sara did not had premonitions, but she had nightmares every night

She dreamt of a sea of fire, and clouds of ash, she dreamt of a red sky and a howling wolf, that wasn't Cregan, nor you, she only hear it howling, and it sounded like he was mourning

She woke up sweating and panting every morning, worried, concerned, with a bitter taste in her mouth and unshed tears in her eyes

You in turn, were besieged by worries and concerns. The snow had melted, an army was gathering, and you knew it was a matter of days until Cregan marched south to help Rhaenyra’s claim

You caressed your husband’s dark locks as he opened his beautiful eyes and looks at you

“Good morning my love”, he greeted, leaning in and kissing your lips swiftly

After you recuperated, he had wasted no time in taking you whenever he could, not that you’d complain, you loved it, you loved him

When you separated, he looked deep into your eyes

“I bet you are with child again”, he whispered, a smile creeping on his lips

“Cregan…”, you warned, but a smile of your own was forming in your face, “is the timing right?”, you asked, and his face turned serious

“I need you to stay here in Winterfell”, he whispered then, and anger took a hold on you

“That is why you have been taking me so often?”, you asked, indignant, “so you’ll trap me with a baby? so I won’t go to war?”, you asked then, and Cregan sighed

“No”

“Don’t lie Cregan”, you whined, and he grunted, admitting defeat

“That is not the only reason but yes, I can’t have you go into battle with me”

“I have a dragon!”, you said, sitting on the bed, “I can burn enemies and cities to the ground and you will have me stay here?”, you asked, angry

“There is danger in war!”, he said again, “besides, we don’t know if the war will turn nasty, if it will even come to that”

“Of course it will!”, you said

“Rhaenyra won’t have us burning anything”, he admitted then, “she will not be the Queen of ashes!”

”Her son was killed!”, you said then, “armies will fight each other but dragons will fight other dragons”

“More reason for you not to go”, he said then, and you whined, “Dragons can fly from one point of the continent to the next one, if they come here you will be here to stop them”, he said then

And you were conflicted

“I don’t want you marching alone, when dragons fly the skies”, you said then, “it is dangerous, specially with that maniac”

“the Vale is for Queen Rhaenyra”, he said then, “danger will come when we reach the Riverlands and only then”, he was certain, convinced, “and that will be a month for now”

“Cregan”, you called, as a plea

“I will be with the more seasoned captain of the North”

“Old men”, you complain

“Wise, strong men, Northerners”., he said then

Winter had been tough, Winterfell and Winter’s Town had fared well, but only because of months of preparations, other towns and castles didn’t, people were hungry and tired, and when Cregan called his banners to war, only some answered

And the Winter wolves gathered

An army of old, seasoned men, who seeked a glorious death in battle, they said it was their time, to defend their young and their people from bloodshed, and protect the North. They were old, wild, fearless, experienced, and with a desire for death.

They were probably the best army to be formed in Westeros.

“I will keep you safe”, he said then, seating by your side and taking your hands in his

“Maybe I can keep you safe”, you tried, and he looked back at you with pity in his eyes

“Yes, you will be staying here”, he said certainly, “making me another child, protecting the North, keeping them warm, all the lords know you are here, they know their lady is keeping Winterfell safe”, how could you refuse his eyes? those beautiful eyes?, “for the Northerners it is important”, he continued, “there must always be a Stark in Winterfell”

“I’m not a Stark”, you said then

“But the beautiful son you gave me is”, he said, “he needs his mother, and the North needs their Lady”

“Promise me that you will call for me”, you demanded, and he looked into your eyes, “if you face something difficult, promise you will send a raven, for me to come to you”, you demanded again, he sighed, but relented

“I promise my love”, he said then

You started your day, Cregan got dressed and left the room to keep preparing his army, and you prepared yourself and your son, RIckon

He opened his huge eyes and the purple in them settled even more, he looked at everyone and everything now with wonder, and he had grown much, chubbier and healthier, sometimes you looked at him and you couldn’t believe he was here in your arms.

The constant noise coming from the courtyard set your nerves on edge, and you cradled your baby to keep calm, but it wasn’t working

You didn't want to admit it to Cregan, but it was true, your bloodmoon didn’t even returned after you gave birth and you were starting to feel nauseous, but that might be the nerves for the coming war, and not that you were expecting… Your breasts were still very sensible, but because you were still feeding Rickon…

It was too soon

And you didn’t want to admit that Cregan might have trapped you here, to “protect you”

You understood that he was afraid of you in the battlefield, but you would be with Vhaelar, what can anyone do to her? one of the biggest dragons? she had grown much since you had bonded with her.

And then you trembled when you thought of Vhagar

She was the biggest dragon in the world, and Aemond was heartless, a monster, who just used her to destroy Arrax and Lucerys… babies in comparison, he was going to use her to turn armies to dust and burn cities to the ground. You had no doubt about it.

You could only pray, the the old gods and the new that she was not going to face Cregan and his army

Cregan, at the same time, was meeting with Roderick Dustin, the brave man who had gathered the Winter Wolves, and was going to lead them into battle

“You should stay here, Lord”, he said firmly

“What kind of leader would I be if I do not lead my army into battle?”, he said, bitterly

“When we formed the Winter Wolves, we said it was to protect the young men and women, that included you as well”, he said. The man looked like a bear, Cregan thought, big, tall, broad, dressed in dark brown furs, his hair white but plentiful, just as his beard and mustache.

“I will lead the army”, he said

“Think of the lady of Winterfell, and your son, Lord, he had yet to see his first name day”

“The future of my house is secure”, he said, “the Lady and my son will stay here with the dragon, and we will march, I believe she is with child again”

“Much more reason to…”, but Cregan looked at him with severity, but he didn’t stop, “There is no shame if you stay Lord, we will give our lives for our Queen, but you don’t have to…”

“I will lead the army to Harrenhal”, Cregan said, “as we march South we will meet with the forces of Torrhen’s Square and the Cerwyn’s”, he continued, “I will see that the army is assembled, and then we will see, more forces are leaving White Harbor as we speak”, to the old man, this battle was lost, “I will always remember this, Lord Roderick, your family will be secured and protected”

“Thank you Lord”, he said

“Are we ready to march?”

“Tomorrow at first light”, he assured, and Cregan nodded

The want and need to stay was great, but he couldn’t. He needed to lead his men, he needed to avenge the usurpation of the crown, just as they usurped him of Winterfell, this could not go unpunished, he was sworn to Rhaenyra, and he needed… he had to avenge you, protect you of the greens, he could not send someone else to fight for his beliefs and his honor.

If the Gods willed him to die… he would have done so happily, having met you, had married you, and given you a child, maybe two, knowing he was doing his best to protect you from harm. You were secured, here in the North, nobody could touch you here

Sara came into your room when you were finishing feeding Rickon, he was asleep in your arms.

“Sleep evaded you again?”, you asked her, and she nodded, she sat by your side and leaned into you, you cuddled with her, “Nightmares again?”, she only nodded, “I’m sure everything will be fine”

“I dreamed of you before you arrived, I knew you were coming, I dreamt about Rickon… and he came to be as well”

“What did you dream about this time?”, you asked

“War and death”

“Cregan?”, you asked, and she shook her head

“I’m not sure”

“What can we do?”, you asked then

“Nothing”, she whispered, “only care for the North in the absence of the men”, And you sighed loudly, “if that is what is needed”

“Did you saw me?”, you asked, “on the battlefield?”

“I did not”, she said back

“What if I take Vhaelar, and…?”

“I haven’t seen it”, she continued, but as you looked down at your sleeping son, you knew you couldn’t leave here, you couldn’t leave him alone, even if he was with Sara.

You saw Cregan again at night, when he returned to your chambers, he had forbidden you from participating in the preparations for the march, and even know when you could hear the courtyard had turned into some sort of festivity, you could hear men celebrating, cheering, drinking, even a bard had started playing.

“Men are celebrating before we march”, he muttered, and you smile softly

“Don’t you want to join them?”, you asked, but as you asked him, he smiled and the door to your chambers was opened, and a group of servants entered, two of them bringing a huge copper tub, which they left in the middle of the room, and the others brought buckets filled with almost boiling water.

They set up the bath and then they left, as Cregan lit candles all over the room, and one of the maids took Rickon and left, giggling as the pups followed her and your baby. And you were alone with your husband

“I want to spend my last night here with my beautiful wife”, he said, turning to you, you raised from where you were seating and ,et him in the middle, right by the bath

“Please come back to me”, you whispered

“Always”, he leaned down and took your lips in his, his hand cradled your face as his other took your waist to keep you even close, your hands went to play with his wild hair

But his hands and himself grew hungry, he undid the lace at your back, keeping your dress in place, and you let it fall down your arms, and in a second you were naked in front of him. And then you undressed him slowly, deliciously, enjoying every second of it.

He help you to get in the tub, and then he entered the warm water and placed himself behind you, you in between his legs and you felt his manhood in your ass

You moaned, enjoying the warm water and him behind you, he surrounded you with his arms and you leaned, until your back was all laid against his chest

He kissed your shoulder

“My beautiful silver haired princess”, he purred

“My handsome winter lord”, you answered

“I will come back for you”, he said softly, “I promise you”

“I know you will”, you said back, “I really believe it”

“Good”, he dropped wet, open mouth kisses from your shoulder and up your neck, you shook between him, moaning wantonly, his hand did not stand idle and he cupped your full breasts

“Cregan”, you moaned, he pinched your swollen nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, and make you twist and turn on his hold, a little milk dripped and you whined, embarrassed, you leaned forwards wanting to shield from him but he didn’t release you

“What are you doing, woman?”, he asked, amused, “I am in the middle of something”

“Cregan”, you whined

“Come back”, he whispered in your ear, and you let yourself fall back onto him, he continued massaging your breasts, “you are such a good mother”, he whispered, and you moaned, “you are such a good wife, and Lady Stark”, he purred

“Cregan”, you were a wanting mess, the only thing you could do was saying his name, one of his hands left your breast to go down your body and tease your clit, you whimpered in need, you had been so horny this past days

“My sweet Lady”, he whispered, two of his fingers entered you so easily… you spread your legs until for him to enter you deeper, “my sweet wife”, he kissed your ear, and the side of your face

You cummed on his fingers when his thumb grazed your clit , and you came undone with his touch

“You are so receptive”, he admire, chuckling darkly

“My Lord HUsband”, you begged

“Tell me my love, what do you need?”, he teased

“You”

“You already have me”, he mocked

“I need you inside me”

“My fingers are inside you”

“Cregan”, you whined

“What do you need? you needy little lady?”

“Your cock”, you relented, and he chuckled, he placed both his hands on your hips to raise you, and accommodated you over his hard cock, you grabbed him under the water and you placed him in your entrance as he lowered you into him.

You moaned and your hips buckled when he was deep inside you, the water overflowed the tub and landed on the stone floor, making you both chuckle finding amusement in the middle of your pleasure

“When i come back, I hope we can welcome another member to our little family”, he said in your ear

“I hope so too”, you whispered

It was a great final night before you departed, Cregan took you in the bath, and then when you recuperated he help you dry and dress on your night dress, and then he went to fetch Rickon, he brought it back to you, and then he cuddled his son on his chest and you by his side, and you slept like that, together

“I will come back to you”, he promised sweetly in your ear, “I will come back for our son, I promise, by the Old Gods”

“And if you don’t… I will go find you on dragonback”, you warned, and he chuckled darkly, “I promise you that”

“I know you will”

You barely slept, and you barely let Cregan move if you were not touching him, he find it endearing, you grabbing his arm all morning while he talked to the men and prepared for the long journey ahead

Sara just followed you both around with Rickon in her arms, she was going to miss her brother too, as her concern grew every night when nightmares visited her chambers and wouldn’t leave, but she knew she couldn’t do anything, destiny could not be changed

But as promised, the army was ready, the horses were saddled, the carts were prepared, and Cregan had to march

“As soon as you reach Castle Cerwyn you will send a raven”, you told him, “and another in Moat Cailin, and then another when you take Harrenhal…”, he shushed you, cradling your face in his hands and quiet you with a kiss

“I will, I promise”, he said firmly, and then he turned to his son and Sara, Cregan took Rickon in his arms, your baby smiled at his father, and looked at him with those big magical eyes of him, he was so beautiful.

To the small group in the entrance of Winterfell, joined Lord Roderick Dustin, who had traveled from Barrowtown just to command the army right from Winterfell

“I will keep him safe, my lady”, said Lord Roderik, bowing to you, “and I will make sure he returns back to you, this i swear”

“You are most kind and loyal My Lord, my husband is lucky to have you by his side”, you said with a smile, he could see the sadness in your eyes, so he just nodded firmly

“I beg of you to protect the North in our absence”, he said gently

“With my life”, you answered, “and with fire and blood”, he seemed pleased, and almost proud as he smiled at you

“Protect Winterfell, please don’t burn it to the ground��, said Cregan, and you knew him enough to realize he dropped silly jokes to prevent you from seeing how sad and worried he was, so you just played along

“I can make no promises regarding fire”, you said with a silly smile, “but you can rest assured the people will be protected”, he laughed shortly, and then he engulfed you in a warm tight hug

When you separated, he looked into your eyes, and then his hand landed briefly in your belly

“I will return within the year”, he promised to you and to Sara

“I know you will”, Sara said, and that made you feel relieved, you three shared a significant hug, holding Rickon amongst you, and then Cregan departed from you. You took your son in your arms and Sara hugged your side as you saw Cregan saddle his horse.

He looked so tall and commanding atop his stallion, all the men around the courtyard stopped whatever they were doing to look at him

“Today, we march South”, he started, “We march for our Queen but make no mistake!” he shouted, “we will fight for the glory of our country! we will show these Southerners, we don’t take kindly to usurpers and drunks!”, people cheered for his words, “we do not take kindly to accept the rule of Aegon the usurper!”

“Queen Rhaenyra!”, they shouted,

“We march for our Queen, we march for the glory of the North! we march to save our families from the tyranny of the hIghtowers!”

“Yeah!”, they shouted back, and your eyes filled with tears and your chest filled with pride

“For the North!”, he shouted

“For the North!”, they responded

“For our Queen!”, he said then, and the people repeated it, “and for the Ladies of Winterfell!”, he said then, looking at you both

“FOR OUR LADIES!”, the Winter Wolves chanted then.

After the energetic speech, the Winter Wolves, atop their shaggy horses who had yet to shed the Winter fur, started to leave the safety of Winterfell’s walls, and soon with a last yearning look, Cregan followed them, leaving the grounds of the castle.

You waved your husband goodbye, and you stood in the doors of Winterfell until you couldn’t see him anymore, and you whimpered when you couldn’t, feeling like your heart has left with him

“Please come back to me”, you whispered to the wind. And as you were turning to get back to the castle, you felt something…

You passed Rickon to Sara quickly, and you ran back to your quarters, fearing the worst, and you lowered your undergarments, only to find…

“No no no please!”, you cried, eyes filled with tears when you realized your blood moon was upon you, it meant that Cregan’s seed did not take root, and he had left for war.

And suddenly, you felt like the promises you made to each other were not going to be so easy to keep.

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4channerguy · 9 months ago

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let loose / kunidazai

hayyyy so im just gonna repost this from my ao3 because ive been lacking in tumblr posts lol!! i hope you enjoy :3 xoxo (。・∀・)ノ i used this prompt when writing this: person B tossing snowballs at person A's window, not knowing the window is open and has no screen. also this is probably ooc but idgaf! and also kind of cringe but i also dgaf!

wc: 1057

warnings ✎ : boyfaliures (´･ω･`) ➜ ┊ pairings: dazai x kunikida

𓂃 ☆ ⋮ doppo kunikida thinks of himself as a precise and sharp man.

he gets a full seven hours of sleep with no distractions, eating a full breakfast precisely at 6 AM, and then meditating. today was his free day off, and all he could think about was doing work. he’d offered fukuzawa to do more paperwork, to discard the load that was on the old man’s shoulders, but he at first declined saying, “you shouldn’t do too much. this day is possibly your only day off.” kunikida only shook his head, pulling his notebook and pointing at it. “i must follow my ideals, sir,” he said firmly. “i must retain the quota of doing seventy-two pages of work.” fukuzawa stared at him for a moment before sighing slightly. He opened his drawer to obtain a tuna can from his secret-stray-cat-stash (SSCS), because it was his free day too. The man didn’t even bother to protest against the golden-blond, and only wished him luck in his assignments.

now at his apartment, kunikida was prepared. he had a neat stack of paperwork with his laptop and of course, his notebook. he adjusted his glasses while gazing out the window. it had snowed last night, with inches of thick snow covering the pathway. since his desk faced the window, decided to open it to at least have some cool breeze in while he worked. it would give me some form of productivity, he thought while also fully opening the window screen as well. He sighed contently, opening his laptop and started typing.

unbeknownst to him, a troublemaker was walking by.

osamu dazai, who just had a typical failed suicide attempt, was mopeing around like a teenager on a winter break, tossing his empty can of tomato juice around his hands. he was thinking about what he wanted for dinner. canned crab probably. with cheap beer. ten cans of beer, maybe. he whistled to himself and then stopped.

he saw kunikida. But, alas, kunikida did not see him. dazai felt his heart skip slightly, seeing him with a furrowed brow working diligently. His glasses were perched on top of his head, which made dazai slightly swoon-

nah. dazai thought. maybe my body is just wired to tease and bother the shit out of him. typical dazai-centric thoughts. dazai crept up towards kunikida’s apartment and started to slowly form a snowball (with his bare hands of course, because he hoped to also catch hypothermia). “KUNIIIIIKIDAAAAAAA!” dazai yelled, which caused kunikida to snap up his head to see the perpetrator. unfortunately, the snowball hit him.

square in the face.

the snowball slowly dripped from his face and onto his desk. dazai only grinned.

“...”

“...surprise?”

kunikida slowly got out of his chair, grabbed his coat, scarf and gloves, put on his snow boots and walked calmly outside where dazai was waiting with a cheshire-like smirk. he took and breath and screamed, “DAAAAAAZAAAAAAIIIII!” he started forming half-assed snowballs and started pelting dazai with him. dazai, on the other hand, was laughing maniacally like a person high on drugs, with a grin reaching his ears. the snow-covered ground became a battle-ground, the two engaging into a chaotic snowball fight. kunikida’s annoyance gradually turned into amusement as he threw, turning uncharacteristically carefree. the two laughed like children on a playground, the chunks of snow glistening, making it look like a hallmark christmas card. to a passerby’s eye, it looked like two grown assed men who were on drugs.

as the snowball fight continued, it got more competitive. kunikida had the sudden urge to outwit dazai, and started to become strategic, hiding behind various things and even building a snow fort. He began a pattern of throwing each snowball while dazai skillfully dodged his attacks and snapped back with his own. in the midst of the laughter, they found a shared joy of letting go of their burdens (well, mostly on kunikida’s part) and embracing the lightness of the moment. kunkida’s mind shifted away from his ideals, and dazai from his future suicide attempts. they just became two individuals enjoying each other’s company in the purest form of fun. Eventually, fatigue caught up to them, leaving their laughter to only breathless chuckles, with fog coming out of their mouth. they stood facing each other covered in snow with comfortable silence. dazai’s grin turned into a warm smile, brushing snow out of his hair. kunikida did the same with his coat.

“you know, kunikida,” dazai began, still trying to get a chunk of snow on his coat. “it’s good to let loose sometimes.” kunikida nodded, cleaning his glasses. “yes, I suppose you’re right,” he paused and cleared his throat, “for once.” dazai only laughed and went towards him, making kunikida hesitant and step back a little. he brushed more snow out of kunikida’s face which caused him to slightly flush. “you’re always being so uptight,” dazai said softly. “you should loosen up more.”

“...well, um, i-”

“also I have a confession to make,” dazai said seriously, which caused kunikida to twitch, making his ears turn red. “since you were (assuming) doing work, could you do…mine?”

“what.”

“okay here me out, so, um, i was busy having-”

“a one night stand,” kunikida interrupted. “or a suicide attempt. or drinking beer and zoning out.”

“...that’s not true! i was fooling around-, no, wait, um, i mean MENTORING, atsushi for his job with kyoka-”

kunikida turned around and started walking away. “H..Hey! Wait, PLEASE KUNIKIDAAA,” dazai went on his knees. “PLEASEEE, I PROMISE I’LL-”

kunikida sighed and stared back at him, his expression unreadable. “i’ll do it for you. but you have to do something, for once.” dazai beamed and dusted off the snow on his pants. “thanks, kunikida.”

awkward silence.

“...i’ll have to get going.” kunikida said, breaking the silence. “hm? oh, yeah.” dazai replied, sort of red-faced. probably the cold. kunikida guessed. “see you tomorrow! we should do this again,” dazai grinned. kunikida nodded.

they both go to their respective apartments, both smiling (kunikida’s almost barely noticeable). kunikida arrived back, taking off his shoes and closing his window for any further cautions. he was about to start his work, but he decided to take a small break, because after all, maybe the troublemaker, osamu dazai, was right.

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 06.09.23, do not repost or translate my content :^)

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edogawa-division · 1 year ago

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ヒプノシスマイク -Rhyme Anima- (Fatal Four Ver.)

In honor of Season 2 premiering soon here's this!

Bring the Beat!

[Wicked Requiem:]

Wicked Requiem!

[Yuriko:]

I'll only say this once to any enemies who appear

Dare threaten my family, and the only thing left of you will be a bloody smear

[Kaoru:]

Think you can hide your secrets from me?

Oh, please! Nothing can be hidden from my sight!

[Kanra:]

With the face of an angel and the rage of a devil

Try your luck, I’m just itching for a fight

[Silent Tragedy:]

Silent Tragedy!

[Kanon:]

How amusing, scurrying around my lab like rats

You won't get very far, I can assure you of that

[Reika:]

A girl can get used to this, you know?

The feeling of having the world in the palm of your hands

[Sakura:]

A blood-stained crown rests on my brow

Who are you to give me a command?

[Death Row Block:]

Death Row Block!

[Akihisa:]

Call it a desire for vengeance and strife

But I still have more to do before heading to the afterlife

[Touya:]

Think you can leave me all alone?

Just for that, I’ll make sure to give your throat a slash

[Rintaro:]

What a pretty picture-perfect life you live

Makes me want to burn it all to ash!

[Valor Guard:]

Valor Guard!

[Seiji:]

Tough as steel and stronger than any shield

Even against the entire world, I will never yield!

[Lyall:]

For those who commit the worst of crimes

I’ll see you judged by Anubis the Jackal!

[Ayumu:]

The life of a medic isn't for the faint of heart

You’ll find that it's a constant uphill battle!

[Fatal Four:]

Hypnosis action ends corruption

Lyrics that kick away verses

Nautilus diving into your mind

Attacking by surprise, ignition!

Beyond this endless game

Even if the world ends

We'll continue to fight

At the Division Rap Battle!

[Wicked Requiem:]

Deadly song!

[Yuriko:]

I can see it in your eyes that you’re afraid

Fear not I’ll sing your final serenade

[Kaoru:]

Even if I pray to the Muses for guidance

It's to the goddess Athena whom I dedicate my win

[Kanra:]

Inhumanly born from the deepest pits of hell

The masses would call my existence a sin

[Silent Tragedy:]

Fierce blade!

[Kanon:]

Begging for mercy from a maniac?

Fool, my heart has long since turned pitch black

[Reika:]

How can you say I'm horrible for being evil?

At least I do it with stone-cold style

[Sakura:]

Locked and loaded with my finger on the trigger

I'll gladly put a bullet in your head with a smile

[Death Row Block:]

Execution!

[Akihisa:]

Opposing us is the quickest way to die

Perhaps you ought to say your final goodbyes

[Touya:]

Just the sight of you gets me all hot and bothered

Come on, let's go a few rounds

[Rintaro:]

Think you can run the fuck away?

I’m hot on your heels like a hellhound!

[Valor Guard:]

Duty bound!

[Seiji:]

A warning for all there is very little I fear

Especially when dealing with threats to all I hold dear

[Lyall:]

With eyes that see everything like an owl

I’ll catch you even during the darkest nights

[Ayumu:]

Even when everyone else has long given up

I'll keep on going with all my might

[Fatal Four:]

Hypnosis action ends corruption

Gimmicks that burn synapses

Nobody can stop this now

Ignition!

Now we invite you to catharsis

Rhyming all over the place

Carving into history

With this Division Rap Battle!

[Kaoru:]

Mind racing faster than you can comprehend

Even now it's plotting your bitter end!

[Reika:]

Even decked out head to toe in jewels

I’ll destroy anyone who tries to overthrow my rule!

[Touya:]

Seems like you’re someone no one will miss

How about I seal your fate with a kiss?

[Lyall:]

Hidden like the dark side of the moon

Your doom approaches soon!

[Kanra:]

I’m quick to anger and, with my strength enough said

So careful, or else you’ll end up dead!

[Sakura:]

Don't even think about trying to be brave

You'll only just dig your own grave!

[Rintaro:]

A battle between divisions, call it a nuclear winter!

Leaving nothing but ash and cinder!

[Ayumu:]

I might be here to heal

But that doesn't mean I'll kneel!

[Yuriko:]

That's it I’m done playing nice

It's time I leave you in agonizing pain!

[Kanon:]

A verbal barrage rains upon the psyche

Let's see you undo the damage to your brain!

[Akihisa:]

This is our reality now

One where words have all the power!

[Seiji:]

Opponents stand all around

The Division Rap Battles are no place to cower!

[Fatal Four:]

Hypnosis action ends corruption

Lyrics that kick away verses

The Nautilus dives, invading the brain

Ignition!

Even if what results from this endless game

Is the end of the world

We'll keep resisting

With this Division Rap Battle!

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rosemaeridream · 1 year ago

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Hellooo! I saw your brainrot post about aespa pokemon ost and it sounds really goood!!! Would love to see your take on aespa as trainers and their possible pokemon teams! Also, I also saw that there are no ningning requests? With that being said, I would like to request an enemies to lovers fic with ningning set on the pokemon world! Like ningning has this one sided rivalry with yn (who is deeply in love with her) because of how yn is simply a prodigy as a pokemon trainer to the point ningning constantly chases after her and it builds up to her challenging champion!yn after yn becomes the new champion where during the battle yn and ningning both realize their feelings toward each other and become a couple (rivals in love in ningning’s terms) at the end. Sorry for the ramble, I love reading your fics and I hope to read more from you soooon 💕

watch me take 8 years to write this because i’ll stop every 3 sentences to watch an ep of pokémon

ANYWAY i thought you might want some headcanons cause you won’t be getting this fic from me for a long while 🥰 btw this was off the top of my head so it might not make any sense

karina

SUCH a water type

picture her and her lapras - yeah.

i like to think she’s also the type of person to randomly capture a magikarp, keep it cause it looks stupid and accidentally evolves it into a gyarados,,

idk i just see her as an ocean girlie !!

defo goes out and feeds wild wailmers/wailords in her free time

giselle

fire type. she’s aespa’s hot girl for a reason

i think rapidash and blaziken fit her well

most definitely has a tepig with her at all times. try taking it from her i dare you.

if you knock it out in battle she will hurt you, don’t get on her bad side

other than that i think she kicks ass, and easily becomes a gym leader for the grind

slightly maniacal when someone defeats her in combat, might burn something down in the parking lot idk

winter

OKAY either i go the obvious way and give her ice because winter DUHHH

(glaceon owner and watch her capture a mr mime for shits and giggles)

but i also for some reason see her with fearow on her team?? idk don’t ask it’s just the vibe.

she spends most of her time capturing pokémon instead of fighting with other trainers, pokédex completionist

mj with her bucket hat and her bug net fr fr (and unlimited pokeballs ??)

ningning

literally the queen of all fairy type trainers

get that girl a fucking clefairy RN.

togekiss was made for her i will not be taking constructive criticism.

she’s one of the girlies who pick pokémon on the cuteness scale which is the most valid choice and the only proper way to play

watch her stop to capture every togepi possible just because she thinks they’re adorable

yk how ducklings follow their mothers, yeah that’s ning with a trail of togepis waddling behind her

ill add ur request to my list 🎈🎈

#!! dreamy’s unboxing #aespa headcanons #aespa x reader

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welcometomybraincomics · 6 months ago

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Cheesy Potatoes the Joltik, who named themself Cheesy Potatoes because they fucking LOVE them

[fuzzy little joltik in a food coma on plate with of specks of leftover cheesy potatoes on it]

This joltik might be battle hungry, but they're also hungry for cheesy potatoes! They can and will eat more than 3 times their volume in cheesy potatoes and still be raving for more

Most joltik have an electricity problem, but this one has to be kept out of all you can eat buffets

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Before they met Winter, they were serene, but now they have a lust for potatoes

[Before and after pic with Cheesy Potatoes sitting serenely on Winter's head in the subway and then vibrating and screaming "Cheesy potatoooooooooooes!" in front of a towering plate of cheesy potatoes]

#Pov you go on a pokemon jorney and instead of collecting human friends who love pokemon #you collect pokemon friends who love human stuff #Pokemon OC #pokemon art #Pokemon #Winter the battle maniac #Joltik #Zorua #Cheesy potatoes the Joltik #art

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ninihousebears3000 · 4 months ago

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I’m pulling stuff out of my ass when it comes to magic bare with me. So how many volumes are out there of Dawn? I know it never got finished but I was only able to find six. But oh well I couldn't resist since I realized my oc's mother is around Walter's age.

Let’s take a look at Madam Gloria before she was the Madam.

Young Zoella A. Gloria

Look at her, ready to commit violence!

If the space-time continuum allowed it, these two would be plotting world domination.

As you can tell that is Madam Zoella A. Gloria (present) sitting in the chair and young Zoella a teenager sent by the Americans and the current head of the House of Gloria, is ready to murder fight.

Yes, definitely she and Walter bickered like children.

Walter: Who died and put you in charge!!

Zoella: I am older, you little brat.

Walter: WE'RE THE SAME AGE!

Zoella: My sixteenth birthday is next winter.

Girlycard: Didn't you just turn fourteen?

Walter: I hate both of you!

Some facts about Young Zoella!

She has premature greying and is very proud of it. She believes that having grey hair means good luck will come in the future. That was made up by her. The most powerful members of her family started greying in their thirties. She was the youngest in her family's history to show this rare trait.

Yes, it was pure coincidence that the greys perfectly lined up in that style.

Her haughty attitude, bravery, and large smile in the face of disaster are her most remembered traits.

Being the youngest of five in the House of Gloria was a dangerous competition.

But being favored by her grandmother has its perks and also a big red target on her back when her mother found out that her grandma said she was skipping a generation and four other heirs as well.

There was a soft moment between her and Walter when she healed his injuries during the battle. Although it did negatively affect her health a little he stopped her when he realized this. Not wanting her to sacrifice herself for him even if it wasn't fatal.

Since Walter got his shit rocked by the werewolf from up to where I read. Zoella unfortunately got her shit rocked by Zorin.

She was talking real big game saying, "I'll show you real sorcery!"

Zoella had to call upon her grandmother who telepathically opened her third eye. Even taking control of Zoella's body temporarily, to cause some damage to Zorin.

The battle pose of Alucard in his girly form, Walter, and Zoella looks soooo cooooool!

She also laughs a lot serving as a precursor to her maniacal laugh when she's older.

She is supposed to have a cool nickname but I couldn't think of one. So I will leave this unfinished like the prequel.

#hellsing ultimate #hellsing the dawn #walter dornez hellsing #Walter c dornez #Alucard hellsing #girlycard #hellsing #madam gloria #house of gloria #I couldn't resist #It was too fun picturing these tow bickering. and then when they meet in the present it will be so cute seeing them as matured adults #Although they're still insane just a little mellow #hellsing ocs #hellsing oc

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kangaracha · 10 months ago

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NEVERMORE: LOCATIONS

places you'll visit in the clé

Read NEVERMORE | Content List

THE CLÉ

Stuck between the borders of 'real' worlds, the Clé is a collection of halfway places, limbos and middle-of-the-roads. The rules of nature can't always be applied in these places; they aren't planets that revolve around a sun or stretches of land where you can walk from one to another, but flat planes and long infinities that loop back on themselves. Some of them think for themselves. Others won't speak at all.

The thing that connects them all is music - moving the air and stirring the waters, bringing rain or snow or night or day - and the music is found in Miroh, the centre to which every other world connects. The Clé itself is not a living thing; there are people who would claim to rule it, but the Miroh is the only thing that can really control the Clé; its people are only here to please it with music.

Once, the Clé was a wild place, its worlds and their doorways moving about with no warning or reason and the rules of each plane changing with the wind. In those days, you could go to sleep in one place and wake up somewhere entirely different with no way home.

It was Miroh who called the first version of SKZ or The Six to the Clé, seeking music that would tame the wild lands so that their people could live, and it was Miroh who fell in love with them and the tension that would always grow when the two groups existed in the world together. For a long time, they traded places back and forth, never knowing that each time they came they were only another version of those who had come before - until The Six discovered this hidden history, and sought more control than they had ever had before.

Their fear of time passing and their reign ending led them to create the Moment, a way to use the life force of the Clé to turn back the passing of days. Through careful use of this, they were able to keep the Clé under their tight fist, turning back the victories of the next iteration of SKZ and the dokkaebi; but unknowingly, they let the Gwoemul slip into the world from the Nevermore and the resulting battle over Injeon led to the Moment being used too often, draining the Clé of power and freezing the world in the repetitive cycle of a single day. This is how it stands when the original SKZ arrive in Nevermore.

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MIROH

as seen in: Miroh, Unveil Track: Victory Song, Victory Song Performance Video, Chronosaurus, Clé 2: Yellow Wood Trailer, Levanter, InLife Trailer, Back Door, Winter Falls, Oddinary (Main Trailer), Circus, Maxident Trailer, Give Me Your TMI, Ddu Du Ddu Du (Kingdom Stage), Victory Song (2020 MAMA), Venom + Maniac (2022 MAMA)

Miroh is an infinite city that grows and shrinks as the need for its buildings ebbs and flows. Being the nexus and the driving force of the Clé, it is a living thing that watches over all the worlds, not just itself, and is also the source of all music and voices in the Clé, the thing that draws people into the doorways between it and the real world, or sends them away. It is a neutral thing, generally kind and unconcerned with specific troubles within its walls, but it does love the creatures that make music for it to listen to and the games that it can play with them - sometimes at the cost of its favourite pieces.

For most of its history, the streets of Miroh have been unmappable, their layout changing with the wind and new structures always being squeezed in or taken away. Everything is out of order in the Miroh, inside the buildings and outside on the streets; to travel anywhere, people step out the front door and trust it to guide them where they want to go.

It is only within the Moment, when time is frozen, that the streets have settled into a permanent formation, only smaller sections of alleys maintaining that wild persistance of changing their layout regularly. Even new buildings have been curbed to a particular section of the city, while other sections lay empty.

There is no water or food to easily be found within Miroh without passage to Levanter and Injeon as there is no rain when every day is the same, cloudless passing of the sun. There is also no art or music anymore; the city is nearly on lockdown to hide from the Gwoemul that wants to take its voice, suffocating under its own silence.

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BEISEU

as seen in: Hellevator, Levanter

The most common entrance into the Clé is Beiseu; a small, flat world consisting of a single plain where only deadnettle grows, pretty purple that stretches right out to the horizon. The field is surrounded by a forest, which is then ringed by mountains that loop back on themselves, and there is nothing else to be found except for the elevator from which people come and go.

The walls of the world are thin in Beiseu. Occasionally, a city can be seen in the sky - Miroh, usually, or sometimes Levanter - and mountains can be seen through the ground. Doors between worlds open easier in Beiseu than any other place in the Clé, and it is most closely connected to Injeon, meaning that on the right day, you could fall through the ground at any moment and find yourself in another place entirely. It's best to watch your step here, no matter how mesmerising the horizon.

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INJEON

as seen in: I Am NOT Trailer, District 9, Voices Performance Video, I Am You, Scars

A desert world, Injeon is a flat plain of rock and dirt and not much else, ringed by tall mountains that will only swallow you in fog until you can't find your way through. In the past, Injeon was prone to long droughts and heavy, one-off rainfalls that caused flash flooding and very little plant growth, carving out an image of itself of dry rivers and long, dusty stretches of nothing, its plant life all dead and withering away on the ground before it even has a chance to grow.

Being such a flat, empty space made Injeon the perfect space for innovation from the Six, expansion away from the fickle nature of the Miroh to a more stable, sleeping world where they could build life as they wanted. A city was purpose-built here, and after the Moment, a prison in the form of District 9, and for a long time it functioned as intended; until the Gwoemul was attracted to its noise and its doorways to Miroh and it was destroyed, its entire population wiped off the map.

Now, in the Moment, its city stands as a ruin on its eastern end, the remnants of the fight against the Gwoemul, and an empty city inhabited by the remnants of its citizen's souls further inside its borders. It is caught on the day that a storm breaks over a drought, rain washing it away every evening, and yet still nothing will grow - like the ground can't forget that it was barren, no matter how many days it lives.

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GEOMIJUL

as seen in: Venom, Red Lights, 5 Star Dome Tour VCR 3

A liminal space that most often dresses itself in endless hallways, Geomijul, the Spiderweb, draws people in like flies to a trap, and doesn't easily let them go. Like Miroh, it's a maze - unlike Miroh, it doesn't want you to make your way through its hallways, but takes the most joy in seeing you lost and scared; especially if you happen to run into one of the monsters hiding in its halls.

Under the control of the Six, Geomijul has become a halfway house for undesirable characters that cannot be trapped within District 9, rather than going through the ordeal of luring them into Asadal without getting caught themselves. While Geomijul cannot be sealed off completely from the rest of the Clé, possessing the power to open its own doors wherever it sees fit, it is clever enough a prison to know when it should hold an individual for as long as it can, and who it will not hurt to allow to slip through the cracks.

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LEVANTER

as seen in: Double Knot, Astronaut, Clé: Levanter Trailer, GoLive Trailer, God's Menu, Levanter, NoEasy Thunderous Trailer, Maniac, Lonely St, Freeze , Hey Monster! + Thunderous (2021 MAMA), DLC

Miroh's sister, the open land to match its endless urban sprawl, Levanter is a utopia of rolling fields, sprawling lakes, and tidy forests dotting the landscape. Homes don't come as easily here as they do in Miroh, needing to be built themselves and cared for so that the land doesn't swallow them, but crops are given in abundance, far from the modest effort of greenhouses in other cities.

Levanter has always been an even-tempered place, its weather and its temper consistent and its tolerance with the small city built upon its surface by the Six stretching long. This doesn't mean that it cannot be cruel though - where Miroh is gentle in its playfulness, Levanter is fickle and severe in its punishment to those who don't respect it. Many times, upstarts have found the ground ripped into chasms beneath their feet or the wind strong enough to toss them over the mountains in Levanter.

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YELLOW WOOD

as seen in: Clé 2: Yellow Wood Trailer, Side Effects, TOP, Miroh (Kingdom Stage), I'll Be Your Man (Kingdom Stage), Side Effects/God's Menu (Kingdom Stage)

The rules of Yellow Wood are hard to understand to those stepping into its weird dreamscape for the first time. The lines here are blurred, between individual souls and creatures and magic and science - it's easy to leave part of yourself behind in Yellow Wood without realising, and easier again to get lost altogether.

As the name suggests, a great deal of the flora found in Yellow Wood is yellow; rolling hills and autumnal forests make up its majority. It seems to be an infinite space, as no one has reached its edge before and returned to tell the tale, though there are plenty who have tried.

While Yellow Wood isn't a thinking world like Miroh, it is prone to being wispy and whimsical, coming and going from the Clé as it pleases, the opening and closing of its doorways hard to predict. This also makes it a place that can be dangerous to visit, along with its habit of breaking souls apart and combining them together, as there is never a guarentee of a way out, or of being placed back in the same time and place that you came from.

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ASADAL

as seen in: TOP, 5-Star Trailer, S-Class, Back Door Opening Video, Topline, Get Lit, 3rd Fanmeeting: For 5-Star Teaser, Social Path

A sliver of land in the corner of the Clé, Asadal is the least accessible of all the worlds - and the hardest to leave once you arrive there. Its doors typically only open into Yellow Wood, where it is the place most often seen in the sky, and they are one-way, luring unsuspecting travellers into its trap.

Everything in Asadal moves in circles; the city, the rivers, and the black wasteland beyond it. The sun comes up rarely, cloaking the world in cloud and darkness. No one knows where the borders of the world are, or what lurks out there in the darkness, because no one has ever returned from a trip to Asadal. It is widely regarded as an obscure sort of prison, albeit one as likely to swallow its jailors as it is its captives.

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MEORI

as seen in: Levanter, Easy, Thunderous, The Sound

An ever-changing landscape, Meori is the most unstable of the three city-states of the Clé. You never know, stepping through the door, if it will be a desert or a mountain range, grasslands or swamp. Storms rage across its surface and the ocean often rises to swallow its land.

In the Moment, it was caught in an endless storm, the land ravaged - like Injeon, Meori is a ghost town now, impossible to access and uninhabitable by even the bravest souls.

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THE NEVERMORE

as seen in: Social Path, Rockstar: Prologue, LaLaLaLa

The space between the worlds, the void, the nothingness of a black hole. The Nevermore is endless potential and the ending to everything, a place that shouldn't exist and should never be accessed - and yet, still, stories exist of its planes and valleys. Someone has seen it, and returned to tell the tale.

#stray kids #skzcu #nevermore #roo writes

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❛ how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me? ❜ / ( listen. sorta distant-awkward-postwar 3rd years where izuku, having just survived some battle and is having concussion, slurring this @ kacchan)

third year winter internships were in full swing now. most of the class is feeling relief at the final hurdles ahead of them - how dangerously close they were to graduating, pursuing their lifelong goals beyond the school they've dedicated the last three years to. some knew where they were going once they graduated. others have a plan, but haven't formed anything concrete because it relies on factors they don't have.

for people like bakugou katsuki, his entire experience after graduating from ua is meticulously organised to a tee / everything had a plan, a backup, a backup to the backup. with his projected grades, he could get into any university he wanted for a bachelor in social science, majoring human resources and minoring history. if they fall short, he had other universities in mind with the same quality of education. if not that, somehow, then a pathways course. he'd start up an agency with the support of his mentors, and if they couldn't help him, he'd figure it out on his own.

but despite this, the most uneasy factor of the future lies within katsuki and midoriya izuku's friendship - if you could call it that, exactly.

not-quite-rivals, not-quite-friends, not-so-close and yet not-so-far : were anyone to ask katsuki where he stood with izuku, he'd divert the conversation until the topic wasn't on their unsure bond anymore. because- yes, katsuki he knew where he stood. or he thought he did. sometimes it echoes in his mind with a voice that feels so distant, and readily haunts him in dreams when he believes he's forgotten it to his busying life / a voice that spoke so surely, so cruelly, that it cut into the deepest parts of katsuki and taunted him all the same.

the only thing about you that catches my interest is how you're closer to midoriya izuku than anyone else.

katsuki isn't sure if that's as true now as it was then.

it was by chance that he, izuku, and shouto interned under endeavour again for their final internship. it was by further chance that he and izuku were sent on a mission, supervised as provisional heroes, given more involvement as soon-to-be pros. even if katsuki couldn't define them as close, they could at least talk strategy and planning. at least they agreed on a pincer movement to envelop their targets, with the blond on one side, the green-haired hero on the other. they coordinated their supervising heroes to take up positions at the front and back of the moving target, and they'd all meet in the middle. the strategy worked at first.

things dramatically shift when izuku takes a bad hit to the head. from across the field, the blond discerns quickly that it was a villain that managed to knock him off-balance, causing the injury, boasting and taunting proudly at it. [ but katsuki knows too well that this would not slow midoriya izuku down - and for once, he wishes it would. ]

dynamight is the one quickly reorganising their forces while he goes to support deku's position ; he barks out commands with authority and a sense of calm, panic diverted by the need to remain collected in the heat of battle, dancing over the fight to land in proximity to izuku as supporting fire. it irks him that he can't convince izuku to stay down in the throes of a likely growing concussion, but it's one he accommodates to as quickly as possible. that knowing drives him to fight more viciously.

for the remaining duration of the fight, most other villains can't even get close to hero deku. each one is met with the explosive hero instead, zipping across short distances with clusters of explosions, grinning maniacally at their emboldened attempts - each takedown is as satisfying as the last.

when the battle concludes and the villains are all secured for transport, before anyone can even check if dynamight had sustained any wounds, he rushes straight to the green-haired hero's side. he catches him before he falls from poor balance.

❛ christ, izuku, could you not go falling over on me ? you're gonna make the damn concussion worse - and don't lie to me, you are concussed. ❜ not that katsuki is sure that izuku could catch all of that. the blond is swift to administer emergency first aid for the other hero, lowering them and sitting the other's head carefully on his thigh as he treats any open injury he may have sustained.

he freezes at izuku's words, then : how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me ?

red stays purposefully away from gazing into green, snarl working its way onto a mix of stoic and yet concerned expression. what could he say ? that it doesn't explain why izuku has decided on distance if he thrives on katsuki's words ? that it only makes him more confused, because would izuku leave that behind with whatever plans he had for his future ? [ when did it happen that katsuki was the one gripping violently for an ounce of friendship instead of izuku ? ]

despite the growing agitation that engulfs whatever other emotions katsuki was wearing, his touch is gentle, gloved fingers delicately shifting strands of green curls aside for closer inspection. ❛ you've lost your damn mind. ❜

and maybe i have too.

UNREAL UNEARTH, ACCEPTING.

#fightaers #💥 ⸍ ii. answers.#💥 ⸍ ii. in character.#💥 ⸍ ii. verse: post-wars.#💥 ⸍ iv. bond: fightaers.#long post /#/ man i love my long ass responses. anyway hi <3 #/ this is my magnum opus for the night it's like 2am now oops

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