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cloud9gojo · 2 months ago

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salt & the sea

consider this a one-shot for now, i really just wanted to get this prologue style chapter for my self-infsert suguru fic out there it was eating me alive. this is so on a whim, i don't have a header, nor do i expect anyone to actually read this lol. if you do like it, hmu @peachygf

pairing: geto x f!reader if we ever make it there

words: 4.2k

warnings: sfw they're kids bro, sign language, synesthesia, kid awkwardness, me being awkward, there ya go

also made a playlist for this but it's on apple music 😭 lmk if you're into that and i can convert it or smth

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December 1997

The morning of December 27th in the Inumaki household was chaotic.

Some months prior, it was decided that the disgraced, elder Inumaki son, Miharu, and his family would be offered redemption through certain means. During July, in the southern part of Japan, a sorcerer with the potential to become a special grade was discovered. They had no family lineage and the powers-that-be would have your family introduce them to jujutsu society. The order had been passed down that they would train alongside the son's eldest child, in both theory and practical study, until they attended Jujutsu High at fourteen years of age. That is if they survived that long.

So when your parents sit you down and make you promise to be on your best behavior, to not antagonize, make fun of, or laugh at your guests or there would be consequences, dirty dishwater-related consequences, you say yes. You promise them you will be good, nice, and welcoming.

At first, it was easy because it was exciting! Everyone (except Akari, who was drooling in her crib) was bustling with frantic energy, cleaning, and then going over the entire house. Making sure everything was in its place; flowers in the foyer, record playing in the living room, new sake ready to be opened on the counter. You even tolerated your little sister's incessant babbling and following afternoon tantrums with a great attitude. Granted, you couldn't hear her cries at full volume, but still, you were a good sport about the whole thing. You were more focused on the idea of training with another sorcerer your age and what gifts your parents might bring back from their visit to Jujutsu High in Tokyo next month. It was going to be a good new year.

When your guests arrived, your family had arranged themselves at your home's entrance. A poised, respectable sorcerer family welcoming a newly awakened sorcerer and their parents. Who you knew from peaking at your parents' signing during movie night, were normal humans, not a trace of cursed energy on them. (Your parents should really be more careful where they sign.)

Greeting the couple was nice and normal enough, you were bright and of course, the perfect host. You interpreted for your parents perfectly, like you had been doing for the majority of your life, "The Inumaki's are honored to be coordinating your child's sorcerer training."

"The honor is ours, thank you for allowing us into your home. Why, it's so beautiful!" Mrs. Geto's voice was soft to your ears, but the color of it radiated a light pink that settled neatly in the air around her. Her smile was sly, but inviting. She reminded you of a fox, especially with the way her updo gave her two bumps on her head that looked like little ears. You pursed your mouth to match hers and decided to keep that happy little thought to yourself.

You spared a glance at their son who had at first sight seemed ordinary like you. His bow was short and curt, his name lost to your wooden flooring. Only when prompted by his mother did he repeat it, "Geto Suguru. Pleased to meet you." The sound waves around him bent the light strangely, making the shadows curl around him even though the foyer was well-lit.

His voice sent a shiver down your spine, soft like his mother's but not at all like the soft pink she gave off. The color of his voice was deep indigo and unnerving. The waves refused to settle, creating a dark corona around the boy. It had you straightening your back, setting your shoulders up, back, and then down at attention.

"Inumaki. Pleased to meet you." Your bow wasn't as low as it should have been, but you had your eyes trained on him, making sure you saw every single movement.

The Getos, you're sure, were impressed with you either way. Especially with how grown up you were for a child your age (it's what every other adult seemed to say after meeting you). It was only natural, you were a jujutsu sorcerer after all. Or at least on your way to being a first-grade one. Right now though, all you were was a seven-year-old being told to make nice with some stranger.

"Go play, try to be friendly. You're going to be spending more time together soon." Your father's usually composed signing was rushed as he ushered you both through the backdoor and hurried to get back to where your guests were seated in the living room. His anxiety was visible, he had been going on and on about this day for a month straight. Finally, he would be respected again. (Or something like that, you tried not to peer in on your parents' private conversations in their bedroom. Most of the time.)

You were pretty sure he was happier to share his special sake and show off his vintage record collection than to talk about jujutsu society, those poor, poor people. They would have to get by on pen-and-paper conversations and charades with your tipsy parents while you were exiled outside with their son.

Alarm bells start ringing in your head finally being alone with him. He was just a little kid like you, all knobby knees and awkward limbs, but you could tell he was powerful. You don't know whether to run from him or fight him. You struggle, momentarily stuck to your spot, but ultimately decide against fighting. You would be going in blind and set a bad first impression.

Both of you stand apart, facing out into your backyard. A small garden that your mother keeps up is in the center, while the rest grows tall and wild around an old patio set towards the far right corner. A desire path is starting to form along the edges from your many trips back and forth from the beach that was just beyond the green belt of tall grasses at the end of your property. You let your eyes trace it as you chew on your lip, considering how to befriend this boy beside you.

You don't know what he can do exactly, only seeing your parents discuss it once in passing; Cursed Manipulation. What things he could manipulate was a mystery, all you knew was that you didn't want it to be you. Your mind screamed danger! but you had to get to know this strange boy, now that you were going to start training with him in the new year. After your eighth birthday, so you could still have time with your family before getting serious.

You pout and think of how your father had made you promise to be nice this morning. But you didn't feel like playing outside with this weird, jittery kid now! You wanted to cry, it was either this or dish duty for a month and you would rather die than touch nasty dishwater. So you make down the steps into the yard two at a time, in a huff, only partially caring if Geto follows you or not. (He does, with his hands in his pockets, taking his sweet time.)

Walking into the garden, you watch the air ripple with little bursts of color in every step. When you reach the patio set, you plop down facing the tall grasses at the back. It gives you a view of the sunset peaking through the blades, pale yellow into a muted blue sky.

Geto wiggles his chair out from under the table and positions it to face the same way as yours. He all but falls backward into it, releasing a long sigh when he settles. You sneak a peek at him from the corner of your eye. He's slouching so much, you're surprised he's still on the cushion, but he looks content to be watching the sky. You turn to watch little bugs flitter through the evening air. The beating hum of their wings gave off tiny warm yellow waves. At least they were a nice distraction from your present company.

"So, are you going to tell me your name?"

His voice almost makes you jump out of your seat. When you face him, he has his cocked to the side, a bored expression on his face. You masterfully pull yours into a kind expression, no dirty dishes for you. "Inumaki, remember?" You say it sweetly, to make up for the fact that it's not the answer he's looking for. You're not dumb, you know what he's asking you, but you don't want him to know your first name. Not yet, at least.

Geto scowls before turning away from you once again.

You sigh in frustration, you had been looking forward to having a friend, someone like you who wasn't three, stinky, and drooling. (Sorry to your sister, but she was just not very fun right now.) You were fighting an uphill battle of social awkwardness with Suguru Geto and losing. You weren't used to failing, ever. If this is how it's going to be between you both, then what would training look like in the spring?

Your parents believe you're being a good host, so that's some good-daughter points for you. Ugh, but if you don't try, then nothing is going to change between you both and you'll be stuck with your stinky sister your whole life. Yuck! You conclude that you can't rely on him to make the first move. You're the host, you make the conversation. It doesn't mean that Suguru Geto is going to be your best friend, but maybe you can get a powerful ally out of him. You perk up in your seat, yeah, you could make that work!

Working together with other sorcerers is important long term, if you're going to persevere in and preserve the jujutsu world. Maybe, if you tell him about when you first got your cursed technique, it'll make him feel more comfortable.

The thing is, you don’t really remember when your technique manifested.

You remember the heat and stickiness of the day. It must have been late summer, in the rainy season. A rare sunny day, no clouds in sight, spent at the park near your home. Your very pregnant mother sitting down watching you, laughing along with your high-pitched giggles. The red of the picnic table was a streak in your vision as you flew through the air on the swings, pushed higher and higher by your father. Silent, wearing a mask to cover his clan markings, but happy.

It was so, so hot that day, and the humidity had turned your hair into a frizzy mess. Sweat caused it and your clothes to stick to you uncomfortably, but you didn’t care. The sky was so blue and clear, and the air so crisp. You could see the expanse of the horizon at the top of your swing and the urge to jump was too great, you were weightless when you threw yourself from the seat.

You remember how the sky burst into color halfway down, how everything thrummed with color and strange vibrations. It was so pretty that you screamed with joy at the sight of sound waves emanating from everything. It was exactly how your mother described how she saw the world through her technique. The overload of visual information then clouded over the fact that everything was quieter. Like the volume set at full was dialed down quicker than your little brain could register.

You were only four or five when that happened. Suguru Geto, seven, is a late bloomer by jujutsu standards. The thought makes you want to laugh, but you hold it in and then calmly release it as a breath of air. Whew, that was close.

The evening was turning into night and the wind was cold against your arms causing goosebumps. Pieces of your hair were flying around your face, getting caught in your glasses and mouth. You sputter and push it back behind your ears for the hundredth time, even now it refuses to stay in place. You notice the indigo of Geto's sneaky giggles more than you can hear them.

"Are you laughing at me?" Geto, looking unashamed about being caught, meets your eyes only once before turning to watch the swaying grasses. You frown and follow his gaze, yup, still grass and sky. Beyond that was the color of the distant sound waves from the water crashing against the sand, although you know Geto can't see them like you could. You turn to face him once more, wishing he would at least try to keep eye contact with you. Or make conversation. Or do anything besides stare at stupid beach grass!

"You sound kinda funny." He tells you this very casually, like it's not the first thing he's said that wasn't a greeting or a question.

You blink at him, incredulous. "I don't get to use my voice that often." You're fully facing him now, bracing yourself on the patio chair's arm.

"Is it because your parents use their hands to talk?"

Did he really just ask you that?

"Yes."

"Oh."

Be nice, be nice, be nice. "My father can't speak because of his technique and my mother and I have some hearing loss from our own so it just makes sense for us to use sign," you manage, after a lengthy pause.

“Oh.”

He’s still not facing you, have you done something wrong that you missed? Your family wasn’t exactly the most social, maybe it was you. Were you the one being weird? You can’t tell if he's being mean or not, but you also don't know why he would be mean to you in the first place so maybe you're overthinking it. You've never made a friend before, but surely it can't be this hard.

"When you see curses, are you afraid of them?" When he says it he doesn't face you so you have to read his lips to make out the parts you miss.

You take a moment to mull it over. "No, I already know some defensive techniques so I think I could protect myself. Low-level ones I feel like I could kill easily." You smile at that, remembering how your parents said your barrier technique was very strong for your age. It made you happy that you had a sound-related technique like your mom. You liked being like her, strong and beautiful, but also kind. (You were still working on that last part.)

"What about the stronger ones? Would you run or fight?" This time when he says it, Geto's gaze is so steady, you couldn't escape it if you wanted to. His pale face was open and honest.

"I'd fight." You try to keep your face earnest and keep eye contact, you want him to know you're being truthful. When you focus on them, his eyes are a dark amber framed by straight, long eyelashes. (Annoying, how boys always got pretty lashes without even having to try.)

Geto presses his lips into a thin line before casting his eyes back to the horizon past the grass. "I'd run."

You giggle at that, trying to imagine this string bean of a boy running from some scary curse. "I guess we'll have to work on that when we see each other again in the new year. Right?" You smile when he looks back at you. If you relax and keep making conversation, then training will go well the next time you meet. Having him warm up to you also means a boost to your strength, in the end.

Which means you have to be good at this making friends thing. You want to be good at it, for your parents who rely on you to carry on their legacy. For your sister, who will look up to you as you both get older. And for this new kid, who has no one else in his family like him. Who was assigned to the closest sorcerer family available so that he's prepared for jujutsu society—your family. Maybe, you think, you could be good for him and whip him into shape by the time you both attend Jujutsu High and start taking missions.

He blinks a few too many times before slouching even more than you thought possible, (looking at his posture was making your neck ache) and giving you a small, "Sure."

Another beat of silence, and you think he's going to let this one stretch out before he asks another question. "So why can't your dad talk?"

You laugh at his bold line of questioning this time, "My dad comes from a long line of cursed speech users. That's why his mouth has those little markings, even though they're a little faded. They're the symbol of our family, the Inumakis." You decide not to tell Geto why your father's marks are faded or why he jumped at the opportunity to sponsor him. That's all stressful, adult stuff.

"And your mom? She can talk, but doesn't?" Geto arches his eyebrow at you and you wonder, does he know that it lets you know he's asking a question? He's already good at nonverbal communication, you don't have to think too hard about what he means when he's facing you.

You shake your head and lift yourself up from your seat with great effort, ready to head back towards your house. "My mom and I can talk, but it's easier when we can all just sign what we mean, together." It's a simple explanation, you hope he accepts it.

Geto pulls himself from his seat to follow you, this time side by side. "What's her technique like?"

You suck air into your cheeks, making a big show of contemplating your answer. "My mother has control over sound and pressure waves at the molecular level." You take your time sounding out the complicated words, you don't actually know what pressure, let alone molecular means. "She can create barriers with sound the same way I can. We can also see the sound waves in the air. My brain is so used to it though that I don't even focus on that anymore. Like when your brain ignores your nose, you know?" You crinkle your nose at him, twitching the tip of it like a bunny. It makes him laugh and you smile, you like the color of it much more than normal conversation. "But because we can see all that stuff, our hearing isn't as strong as other peoples. It doesn't feel any different though, I don't remember a time before it."

You've never had to say all these big words out loud before, you catch Geto laughing at the way you're pronouncing some of them. You tut disapprovingly at him but laugh with him also. You probably do sound a little funny.

He hums and swings his hands back and forth, the effort making his t-shirt sway on his frame like a big pillowcase. "Is it only barriers you can make with sound?"

You hum, thoughtful. "I haven't really tried anything else, but that's why I'm excited to train with you in the spring!"

"Is that what you think we'll be working on when we see each other next?"

You focus on the way he shapes his vowels, how they stretch and flow, before looking back at his eyes. "Mmm, probably not. My dad will make us start with the basics of cursed energy and breathing techniques. Prepare for lots of meditating, my dad loves to put on his jazz music every morning for stretches and quiet time, it's awful. Let's see what else..." You tap your chin, thinking. "Then we might move on to basic fighting forms, which I've barely gotten to practice." You see the familiar notes of your father's records seep from the house as you get closer to the steps of your porch. When you reach them, you each take a seat next to each other.

Geto smiles at you, like his mother it's sly, but more smug than anything. More music escapes into the air behind him as faint swirls of color. Pretty, you think. "I'm already pretty good at fighting, I take after-school lessons. Or, at least I used to." His brow furrows at that last sentence. Suddenly displeased, he turns to stare at the ants crossing near your feet.

You note the shift with a frown. You've never been to a regular school, you've been taught by your mom and dad your whole life. Math, science, reading, all that boring stuff. You've never experienced public school, so you don't know exactly what it is that Geto might miss.

This is an exciting opportunity for you and your family, something you were looking forward to and happy about. Getting to introduce someone to jujutsu society is a great honor, but it doesn't seem like that's how it is for Geto. You lean forward to try and catch his eyes again. "Are you going to miss it?"

He eyes you from behind his dark hair, debating his answer. "I'm going to miss my teacher and my friends. I thought we would all be together until high school or something like that." He closes his eyes and takes a breath. You see his lip shake more than you can hear the quiver in his voice. "I didn't ask to be a sorcerer."

Something hard has formed in your throat watching this boy you were just laughing with almost cry in front of you. You force it down and take a moment to think about what it was like moments after your technique manifested. Chaotic, too bright all at once, and then quiet. You definitely started crying at some point after your joy turned to fear. But your parents had never hid their culture from you, so curses and cursed energy weren't anything new. It was more overwhelming than scary.

Before you can try to comfort Geto, the backdoor slides open and a flurry of color fills your vision. Your mother stands in the doorway, jovial and laughing until seeing Geto's expression.

"What's going on?" She steps forward, displeased.

You jump up to try and rectify the situation. "We were just talking about his school!"

Your mother purses her lips and looks between you both now that Geto is standing on the step above you. "We'll discuss this later. Come inside and say goodbye."

You whine and hang your head in defeat knowing you can't sway your mother. "Yes, ma'am."

You look at Geto and motion for him to go inside first. "Mom says that they're finished. Let's go."

You suck in your lip, chewing on your unspoken words, and trudge into the house behind him. You watch the trail of indigo his footsteps leave behind, he must scuff his feet along the floor. Something pangs in your chest, you don't want him to leave you sad or mad at you. Before that mess about school, you started to get along.

Before he can get too far away from you, you reach out to tug on his shirt. "Geto, wait."

His hands are in his pockets and he's slouching so much you're surprised he's still upright, but he gazes you over his shoulder with an arched brow, a silent acknowledgment.

You drop your hand back to your side, letting go of his shirt. "I just wanted to say that I'm looking forward to seeing you. Next time, you know? This is all new for me, I've never trained with anyone my age so I want this to go well. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings asking about your school." You cringe at how it all spills out. Much too fast and eager, you're not used to speaking out loud so much. But, it gets him to turn fully towards you before entering the foyer.

"I know, Inumaki-san. I'm happy to be training with you too, but leaving my friends and everything else behind isn't easy. Not for me, anyway."

You stare back at him, wanting to comfort him all over again, but all that comes out is, "Okay." You want to smack yourself, you are so lame.

For some reason, he lets a hint of a smile come over his face. "Okay." He nods before continuing, "I'll see you in the new year."

With that, both of you enter the foyer to be with your parents. You skip past Geto so you can be by your parents' side to interpret their goodbyes. You preen as your father smooths your hair back with his hand. Its warm familiar weight settles on your shoulder. You did a good job tonight, making Geto feel welcome to the best of your ability. However socially awkward you were, you got him to have a solid conversation with you. Next time will be even better.

The three of you walk them out and down the steps of your home. It's later than you thought it was and you're starting to get sleepy. You return Geto's little wave through the glass window of his parents' car.

When you get back inside, you make your parents wait with you until you see the lights of the Geto's car fade from view before you turn off the porch lights. Your father carries you to bed, and your mother tucks you in and sings you a lullaby. Your sister is already asleep in her bed next to yours. It was a good night, you think before letting your heavy eyelids rest.

When you finally drift off into sleep, your dreams are full of inky indigos and soft pink clouds, with little foxes jumping between their misty hiding spots while you giggle watching them.

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truearchangel · 26 days ago

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 (𝐀𝐑𝐓 / 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃)

@anyacommissions made the blog theme / the pinned post / header / boarders / etcetera.

The icon border I used can be found here.

The other main chunk of art and what’s used on the header / banners has been commissioned from @diistortion (glitchmoth). Halo | Bust 1 | Bust 2 | Cuddle | Mike in Alastor’s room

@alteregozowie (JC) made a few for me. Stickers | Sweater.

@solmxri designed and drew the sword.

@radioiaci drew the amazing picture of Mike and Alastor playing the piano!

#( this will be so much easier for me )#( than linking every single person on the pinned post )#( so just this will now be linked there )#( and edited as my list grows )#○ — 「 inu 」 ooc.#credit;;

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zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta · 8 months ago

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⌘ more than yesterday, more than today

{ a fanmix following Akane and Yamada’s whirlwind love story as they level up from strangers into something more, one song at a time }

listen on... { Youtube } >> { Spotify }

- if you enjoyed me, please Reblog so others can find me too! -

-------------------------------------- just a mix of EN and JP songs that fit well lyrically, arranged in some semblance of a chronological order, as well as a few that fit the vibe well!

I managed to fit many references to events in the story, chapter titles, etc. within the various songs and section headers up until around ch71-ish. I had songs planned out for a section covering the Gunma arc around ch97, but figured it was better to shelve that idea for now until we have more content; in the meantime I hope this playlist can help tide everyone over during the wait for ch108, while the manga is on another short hiatus!

Youtube is the recommended way of listening as it contains all 44 songs in their intended versions (I had to make some cover substitutions with Spotify, but it's otherwise intact-- just not preferred!). --------------------------------------

tracklist

⌘ = incl. links to a specific translation

- LV.1: A chance encounter, like a romantic comedy - ○ 01. Hello Hello — Fickle Friends >> I'm in a lie that I told last night / You're a problem but you're mine / I think you hide it well despite the dark around your eyes ⌘ 02. Umbrella — Penthouse >> I told him I'd return the umbrella I'd borrowed / and we met up with him over the turnstiles / I look for a reason to see him one more time ⌘ 03. Kasuka na Kaori — Perfume >> I was always looking for reasons we could be together / We didn't have the kind of relationship where I could just say I wanted to be with you ⌘ 04. If Soulmates Exist — Kana Nishino >> There is surely someone in this world / Someone who I’ll fall in love with and marry / My one and only soulmate / Cool and refreshing, taller than me / With a great smile, ah… / the possibilities are endless, after all ○ 05. IRL — Fickle Friends >> Can we just speak in real life? ⌘ 06. Magic — Nanawo Akari >> "Yes" and "Thank you" and "I'm not interested" / All these words are so like you ⌘ 07. Trick Art — Ryujin Kiyoshi >> I long to meet you, but I can't / I've been caught in a bad spell / Even though we're close, it feels distant / Like a trick art, I'm getting lost ⌘ 08. LOVE PARADE — Arashi >> The rhythm of the town within my heart, my beat and yours / When they come together, that's the moment when love starts ○ 09. prologue — dasii >> - instrumental -

- LV.25: A burning fondness, akin to fever - ○ 10. The Strangest Dream — The Strike feat. Alita Moses >> You ask me to stay, what a curious scene / You're gone when I wake, what a curious thing / I had the strangest dream / You put your hands on me / You said "tonight don't think / about what it all means" ⌘ 11. PLACEBO — Kenshi Yonezu feat. SEKAI NO OWARI >> I want to make sure of that day's coincidence / I want to resolve it, this unexplored mystery (this unnoticed gravity) / We can't go back to how it was before ⌘ 12. Gimme Gimme♥ — SP: BENI / YT: Kyaami feat. Miku Hatsune (cover) >> 1-2, what do you think, / 3-4, about me? / It's scary. I want to ask you that, but I just can't ⌘ 13. The Best Day of My Life — Utada Hikaru >> Falling more and more in love with you / It won't stop now, it won't stop now / A turn of events that would shock even Shakespeare— that's life ⌘ 14. Damn it! — Da-iCE >> Hey, it’s getting obvious baby, despite concealing it with a poker face / But then, I like you even more… ⌘ 15. Critical Hit! — Amatsuki >> More and more, I want to get to know you more and more / Please show me all the parts of you I don't know / For sure, for sure, today / I'll definitely, definitely say it ⌘ 16. Dreaming of you — MY FIRST STORY >> I don't care if it's all a lie, a beautiful lie / Just say you love me now ⌘ 17. Gradation — KANA-BOON >> I want to see you, I want to hear your voice / These accumulated feelings can no longer be divided, ah

- LV.40: Tomorrow morning, when you wake up - ⌘ 18. Ponytail — Vickeblanka >> You said "Are you kidding?" and laughed innocently / I can't wait to see your amazed face / when you understand that I mean it ⌘ 19. Never Stop — Nissy >> Again today, I was half-awake when you whispered in my ear / Your morning call / She says… "Hello? Hello?" / Where’s the border between dreams and reality? ○ 20. Same — Josie Dunne >> I could tell how you felt for a little while now / Innocent, droppin' hints, but it wasn't coming out / I don't say it, stayin' patient, kinda fun to drag it out / And you say I love you, I love you, I love you / And I say "same" ⌘ 21. BAD MODE — Utada Hikaru >> How about we ignore texts, watch Netflix / Stay in our pajamas all day, order something on Uber Eats / and take a bath together? ⌘ 22. Halfway — Gen Hoshino >> At a glance, it always seems like / we're pretty peaceful / Our adorable crises / and our not-so-adorable ones, we hold them close ⌘ 23. Akubi — Omoinotake >> Looking at each other's drowsy face, acting goofy / Like a mirror, we always have the same expression on our faces ⌘ 24. over and over — Rei Yasuda >> I always want to look over you, and that dazzling smile of yours / I want to fall in love with it, no matter how many times ⌘ 25. I LOVE… — Official HIGE DANdism >> In the midst of a growing love, of changing feelings, you shine brilliantly / Irregular, like paints diving into a water tank and melting / I wouldn't have even noticed these vivid colors if I was alone / You feigned ignorance, said it's normal —so let me finish what I started saying to you— "I love—"

- LV.69: A dimly-lit room and gentle rain, just you and me - ○ 26. Glue — Fickle Friends >> I know what you're thinking / I know that it's not like you / Your heartbeat is so quick / when you say, "let's rendezvous" ○ 27. Empty Cups — Charlie Puth >> If you wanna like I wanna, let me take it to another room / so it's only us / Turn that television up so nobody can listen ○ 28. Into You — Da-iCE (cover) >> The temperature's rising in here / Is this gonna happen / Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move / Before I make a move ○ 29. Collar Full — Panic! At The Disco >> We've waited so damn long, we're sick and tired / I won't leave any doubt or stone unturned / I've got a collar full of chemistry from your company / so maybe tonight I'll be the libertine ○ 30. Space — claquepot feat. Anna Takeuchi >> I want to touch you, even if it's just for a moment / Even the space between our skin / I love even that and it's endless / I want to swim around in the one-room universe ⌘ 31. Ribbon Shower — SP: Shoshinsha F (cover) / YT: Natsushiro Takaaki (cover) >> Amid the rain, I can hear it, I can hear, “I love you” / and then the two of us break those platonic rules… ○ 32. A Night to Remember — Betty Who >> When the morning came, I could hear my name coming from the bed / Laying on your side in the early light, I could see it in my head / Naked, coffee, hands still on me / I swore I'd never give you up ⌘ 33. Rendezvous — Nissy >> Because you’re the first, / a special person, you see / Hey, when the time comes, / I will definitely ask, / “would you dance with me?” ○ 34. Your Eyes — Bitei Matsuki >> Eyes that melt when the rain stops / The words that trace the wet window are silken / In a world where there is no day or night

- LV.999: More than yesterday, more than today - ○ 35. Grace — Kasper Lindmark >> - instrumental - ⌘ 36. Ai — Motohiro Hata >> I don’t believe in love because I can’t see it with my eyes / Or at least, that was how I used to delude myself / I kept it buried way, way down / But then I met you ○ 37. Then There’s You — Charlie Puth >> Some girls walk in the room and everything remains / But when you opened up the door, my life completely changed ⌘ 38. Comedy — SP: Gen Hoshino / YT: NORISTRY (cover) >> Let's go home hand in hand / What do you want to eat today? / Wanna talk to you about things like / "this is what happened today" / Every day with you / makes my life a comedy ⌘ 39. Tattoo — Official HIGE DANdism >> And within this relationship between you and me / I see why you show your cheeks blushing / I can’t come up with a good metaphor right now / but it’s something invaluable ⌘ 40. LADY — Kenshi Yonezu >> Suppose the two of us could meet all over again / like a glittering movie: how would you want it? ○ 41. Beautiful Journey — HIRAIDAI >> I like it just the way it is / You're you, aren't you? ⌘ 42. One Love — Arashi >> Any kind of you, even any kind of me, loving each and every one / If you are here, then I don't need anything else / Because I'll be sure to make you happy ⌘ 43. Sunflower — I Don’t Like Mondays. >> Hey, how much longer can we be together like this? / I don’t know, but I don’t wanna know just yet / I understood from the beginning that there is no eternity / so till that day, till that moment, I wanna be with you ○ 44. Wish Upon the Summer — Penthouse >> I wonder if I'll reach you someday / It's a risk-taking love / Tell me that you love me / I hope, more than yesterday, more than today...

#山田くんとLV999の恋をする #yamada-kun to lv999 no koi wo suru #loving yamada at lv999 #my love story with yamada kun at lv999 #akito yamada #akane kinoshita #fanmix #playlist

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geee-three · 2 months ago

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^^ akari kinnie (derogatory)

hey chat... im izza or flick or izzabelle felicity or whatever else u wanna call me. i use any pronounce but most people use they/her/kits!!

im a minor dont be weird please and thank

my discord is geee_three im more likely to reply to dms on here i like project sekai and pokemon and other things too i guess!! please be my friend im lonely. i will edit ur fanfiction and scream about headcannons with you...

otps are marpen (pokemon) and mizushiho (proseka) but im very much a multishipper and stuff. goes for hcs too i fw anything really (but kohane is just like me frfr sorry)

probably autistic probably adhd almost certainly severe anxiety

dont follow me if your bio says "minors dni" or "christians dni" or if you ship incest please 👍👍

if you just want stuff i make then follow @izza-insane-ect, most stuff gets posted here then rb'd!

my tagging system is inconsistent at best. if i like you enough you get a special tag. my sorta-vent tag is "complaining tag" so filter if you dont wanna hear it

(my header is from alien stage all in. ily hyuna <3)

#ramblings #wow i finally redid it yes i did remove the userboxes they were bugging me

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hisuianhellion · 1 year ago

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Greetings, everyone! I would be Arceus in some circles, Sinnoh in others, though the moniker "Bean of Judgement" has been graciously provided for me as well by the lovely mortals upon Rotomblr. Whatever you opt to call me, it is plain to see I am not on my own blog. I am on Rose's! And I wanted to see about... supplying a sort of recollection of events here. It's clear that quite a lot has happened in the nearly two months since Rose has appeared here, and many people may not know much about what my chosen has gone through. So, in the interest of making things easier to follow... Dear Rosemun! Please, if you would.

((Hold the goddamn phone did you just--))

Yes. I may not have the clearest view of things within any world with Pokémon within it, but I do have a clear window to Rose. And, in effect, you!

((... UUUUUUH WHAT'S UP BUDDY???))

No need to be formal or alarmed. I have no influence upon you or your world. But I can posit a request! How about a nice, succinctly-written summary of Rose's time in Hisui?

((... that's it? Well damn, aight! Lemme drop it below a Read More then. Hah. Never thought I'd be accosted on my own blog. I'll even update it with new events as it's needed. When applicable, the header will contain link to a drabble of that period!))

Rose's Arrival

From a sleepy, conservative town in upstate New York, USA, having moved away from friends and family both, Rose landed rather abruptly in Hisui, face-first in the sand. Arceus had called her there to assist them in dealing with a 'static' keeping them from seeing further than a certain point in the very near future from his perspective. Upon proving her skills in playing baseball and not truly knowing the danger Pokémon research can bring, she was quickly accepted into the Galaxy Expedition Team's Survey Corps. Under Kamado and Cyllene, with Professor Laventon and Akari's assistance, she had become quickly aware of just how interesting Pokémon could be.

Rose's Adaptation To Life With Pokémon

The first week of her life in Hisui was spent getting used to helping the people in Jubilife Village while doing some rudimentary research on the much more local Pokémon population. She had met Volo by now, and gotten used to Pokémon battling at this point as well, allowing her to start learning the personalities of her steadily expanding Pokémon team. To say she was enamored by them was an understatement.

Rose's First Alpha Battle

Much as the warnings flowed in, Rose believed much of it to be bluster. Sure, she had the wind knocked out of her sails a few times, but there wasn't anything in the way of a genuinely harrowing experience to crack her upside the head: an Alpha Kricketune provided. Two of her three Pokémon that day took hits that weren't just to knock them out, and it was this day she began to understand the dangers of Hisui. She still jumps whenever she hears a Kricketune.

Showdown With Kleavor

Her second brush with pain was a bit more personal. Having been tasked with quelling the Lord of the Woods' fury, she found herself feeling the same kind of much more deadly pain that her team had faced beforehand. However, she also learned, first-hand, just how intent her team was in keeping her as safe as she wanted to keep them. She was new to affection-based evolutions, and upon learning that could happen with her Eevee becoming a Sylveon, it gave her the resolve to finish the fight and save her first Noble.

Reshiram Appears

Canon deviates slightly in this time frame, and through a very interesting turn of Rotomblr-based shenanigans... well. Rose, in Hisui, ended up with her world's version of both the Light AND Dark Stones, holding Reshiram and Zekrom respectively. Giving up the Dark Stone to the Galaxy Team HQ, the very night that followed, Reshiram opted to speak to her through her dreams. Dissatisfaction, however, was what Rose felt in the moment, as Reshiram was apparently a bit brash and harsh in their way of communicating what they wanted to convey. This, in turn, piqued the dragon's curiosity much more than a simple 'test' would normally, and they have been watching keenly to keep an eye on Rose to see if her declaration of Truth will hold up: her Pokemon are her family, and she believes that this could be true for anyone should they bridge the gap.

Rose Hatches An Egg

Deviating yet again from canon, Rose was gifted a Pokemon egg, something the Galaxy Expedition Team was just a bit lacking in knowledge of. Through a good week of constant surveillance, care and preparation, an Espurr exploded onto the scene, and has since become a mainstay on the blog.

Rose's First Substantial Injury

Content warning for the above, but Rose's second Noble quelling did not go as smoothly as the first. The first one led to her simply needing a quick bit of medicinal care for a gash that healed soon after. This one left her unable to walk, her knee losing two out of four very important tendons that allowed the leg to even function as intended. A good week into her recovery, though, she had managed to find herself in Unova thanks to a particularly vaguely worded Magic Anon spell, and serendipity followed. This allowed her to repair her knee, meet up with some friends for a very pleasant shopping trip and hangout, and return home to Hisui with HRT she sorely needed to begin transitioning medically towards her ideal gender expression. This signaled her "returning" to normal canon.

Rose Allies With Volo

While recovering from the surgery that would allow her to walk once again, Rose opted to take a hiatus from her blogging. Alongside finding out Arceus could use her phone to operate their own blog, she had a visit from Volo. Another deviation from canon thus followed: knowing she had four Plates of Arceus, and was quite capable of understanding his side, Volo explained succinctly that he was a researcher first, and a merchant second. He had been searching for the Plates since arriving in Hisui from the Sinjoh Ruins, and while he was being careful in how he worded his plea, it was still a genuine call for help from Rose to learn the secrets of the Celestica people, the original Sinnoh worshipers. She soon agreed, and will be sharing what Plates she finds with Volo to allow him to translate what text is upon them.

Rose Shows Her Fangs

Upon recovering from her knee injury enough to return to her actual professional job handling things, her travels took her to the Cobalt Coastlands, where she was tasked with working with Palina of the Pearl Clan to investigate ghostly sightings on Firespit Island, her late Noble's domain. The Miss Fortune trio of bandits, however, decided to make a nuisance of themselves, and Rose promptly showed she had dealt with enough to show that she was not the kind to take this lying down. Rose, rather succinctly, showed she was not above cracking noses and dragging people through the dirt to save her friends, and it culminated in her showing both physical and tactical strength in not only saving the Noble's heir, but quelling their fury when the space-time rift crashed the party even harder.

Mutt Joins The Team

Arceus, for his part, had been watching over Rose with a keen interest to assist in her endeavors, and there was something of a desire to give her not just a helping hand, but a partner of sorts. One that would appreciate the jump to Hisui. Rather than simply ripping a new face over, Arceus deliberately aimed for one who knew of the jump and had even spoken to Rose to allow a smooth transition. Thus, the non-human Mutt, a bipedal canine with horns known as a Jackal, had been pulled in.

Rose Appeals To Spite

Before Mutt had arrived, Rose had managed to free and release an Alpha Zorua that an unfortunately well-meaning but unprepared Security Corps member had caught. During the following days, a rather consistent nightly sound would grace her ears: scratching right by her back window. As she would soon find out, the Zorua she had freed beforehand had taken a shining to her after a fashion, leading to her becoming their new Trainer despite the rocky history its kind had with humanity.

Malformed Malice (Parts: 1, 2, 3)

CONTENT WARNING: Pokemon death, blood, severe injury, bodily possession, hauntings. Search the above title as a tag for the full story. The linked posts are only the major events. Rose's relationship with Todd had been slower than she had liked, and upon recalling she had a Hisuian Zoroark's mask within her possession, she vowed to show him he was truly safe with her. However, it went in a very unplanned direction: her near death and full-body possession by the vengeful, baneful spirit of the fox within said mask. With Mutt's help, however, Reshiram was capable of getting close, even in their sealed state, to help Rose fight off the spirit. This did not end with one or the other dying, however. An agreement was reached, a genuine accord to allow the Zoroark, dubbed Maddie by Rose, a way to experience a new lease on life. The agreement was tenuously reached at first, but the weeks that followed allowed Maddie to begin genuinely believing in Rose's resolve emotionally as well as logically. As such, they are now a package deal, both capable of taking control of the body whenever necessary and both capable of wielding the mask to transform as originally intended. A pleasant side-effect? With the mask on, both can understand Pokemon. With the mask off? Todd is still perfectly understandable by both of them, giving him even more peace of mind.

#rosy recountings #pokemon roleplay #pokemon rp #outofroses #arceus says hello

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