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godspeed, homie

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me gusta la mar me gustas tú | n.s. x f!reader ( i like the sea, i like you )

Sypnosis; You love the sea. Neteyam loves you.

Contents; disgustingly sweet fluff, hooked neteyam, metkayina reader, reader is lowkey an oblivious sunshine, use of y/n, neteyam is in love but like totally

Dictionary; tsahik - interpretor of eywa, itan - son, tanhi - bioluminescent freckles

A/N; based of the song "me gustas tu"... cries.

Neteyam didn't want to leave the forrest. He didn't want to leave his grandmother, his friends, his home. But as the big brother and future Olo'eyktan he knew he had to be the role model. So he put on a brave face, packed his bags, put on his cloak and set off marching behind Lo'ak. Neteyam could hear the soft whimpers of his mother and the cries of the people around him -they had lost their Olo'eyktan, lost their protector, lost a part of themselves- as they watched his family walk down the soil path.

Looking back at High Camp, Neteyam could feel the cold wind hit his cheek and the bitter taste of farewell burnt his throat. Leaving home had never crossed him mind before, but he understood that whoever had kidnapped his siblings was going to come for his father soon.

'You are the big brother, Neteyam. Act like it.' And he did. The mere sight of Tuk tucked neatly under his mother's chin made his eyes water but for the sake of keeping his siblings sane Neteyam blinked the tears away.

Arriving at Awa'atlu was at best the worst thing that had happened to Neteyam by far. The intense stares of the reef Na'vi made his blood run cold; they all looked so different. Their skin remained blue, but so pale compared to his that he felt it resembled Spider's. On the other hand, the men where tall, much taller than Jake, and Neteyam couldn't help but feel small under their judging eyes. Their arms and tails were wider and he guessed that swimming was much easier that way.

Neteyam had brought his hands up in surrender to show that they were no threat but the defensive stance of the Na'vi around him stayed. He missed home already and it hadn't even been a day that they'd been here.

As they came to a halt he could see what he assumed was the Olo'eyktan's son; the people parted idly to make way for him and his friend. Out of respect Neteyam brought his hand to his forehead to sign 'I see you'. The boy stared at him in what seemed to be disgust and never signed back, which made Neteyam's eyebrows raise in surprise.

The sudden noise of water splashing around made every head turn in its direction to show a handful of winged beasts emerging from the sea. Neteyam noted how much longer they were compared to ikrans, how their beaks elongated into a longer one. The men on top of the large animals came to a slow halt as they swiftly jumped off their ride to march up the bank of sand. One of them walked towards the commotion and his stance made Neteyam believe he was the Olo'eyktan. Jake bowed his head and spoke, "I see you, Tonowari."

Then, the crowd parted again to reveal a tall woman littered in tattoos from head to toe, which he assumed was the Tsahik. She was dressed much more elegantly than the others and she bore a large shell unto her forehead. Neteyam heard his father say once more, "I see you, Ronal."

Out the corner of his eye, Neteyam catched the figure of two younger Na'vi. They were both girls, both atop another creature. They gracefully slid off to glide underwater, emerging one after the other. He noticed how one of them had loose curls and a woven shell attached to her hair while the other had a similar hairlstyle; her hair fell into her face to make bangs and the rest laid beautifully down her back. She was slightly taller than the other girl but still shorter than him, her skin was pale, just like the others, but somehow Neteyam couldn't bring himself to feel distaste for it.

The Olo'eyktan's son and his friends, whom he had met earlier, had started poking fun at the way they looked and grabbed their tails harshly at their base. As Neteyam was about to hiss out a warning, the two girls ran over hurriedly. The taller girl spoke first, "Ao'nung, Rotxo. Do not. You are being mean."

The boy who he guessed was Ao'nung replied, "Come on! Don't you find them a bit funny?" The girl grimaced at him before slapping his arm harshly. "You are being unfair. Leave them alone." Ao'nung smirked wide, lifting both hands up in fake surrender. "Alright, y/n." The girl, whomst the name he now knew, grabbed her friend's hand. "Come, Tsireya. Your father is this way."

Eywa. It was but the first day Neteyam had seen the almost overwhelmingly pretty girl and he already felt the need to stick himself to her side whenever she was around. She hadnt even dared to glanced at him however, but the flush of her cheeks and the way she twirled her curls in her hand made Neteyam think that either she was extremely shy ( which was out of the question because of the way she trampled over Ao'nung's attitude ) or she was also somehow interested in him.

☆

You had been assigned, alongside Tsireya, to teach the family how to swim and ride ilu. Today was particularly good -the breeze was gentle and the sun hit your skin- and you were sat on a large boulder with Neteyam and his brother, Lo'ak, and Tsireya. Out of the corner of your eye you catched a glimpse of Lo'ak's flushed face. The boy was very apparently in love with your friend, but you couldn't blame him. Tsireya was the daughter of the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahik, both very beautiful people. The fact that she turned out to be one of the prettiest women in your village didn't impress anyone.

Your right hand was placed gently onto Neteyam's stomach while the other was on his chest. You were simply monitoring his breathing technique, but Neteyam's heart couldn't stop racing. Having your face so close to him that he could feel the warmth of your breath agaisnt his shoulder made him weak, his breathing becoming shallow. ¹"You are breathing too heavy. Slow breaths, like I showed."

His breaths stopped altogether and the back of his hand came to wipe at his forehead. "Sorry- Sorry." You giggled then, short and sweet, and it reminded Neteyam of a certain sweet fruit he often ate back in the forest. The hand that rested onto his chest moved to his back to adjust his posture. "Here. Breathe again, slow." You had stared him right in the eyes and took the short second to note how his eyes were such a deep yellow. Almost like some rare seashells you could find at the bottom of the ocean, like the sunset you were so fond of.

☆

i like my village

You stared at his for no more than ten seconds yet Neteyam had felt it was minutes, and he himself found comfort in your irises. Blue like the sky and the sea that were so powerful and dangerous in themselves, yet yours held a soft glow that reflected your being in a whole. You were kind, too kind, and you never seemed to even have a bad bone in your body. Eywa save him- was he in love with you?

i like you

Neteyam grinned slightly and his brother smirked. Payback material, for sure.

It had been a few days since that encounter, you and Tsireya decided to take the boys swimming. Between those eclipses you had started to spend more time with the Sullys and by some Eywa sent miracle Ao'nung had lowered his bullying to a smidge. Neteyam started to notice more things about you, too. The slight pep in your step whenever you walked and the way the children always seemed to swarm to you when you were around.

It was a very shallow part of the sea, nothing but a few meters deep. You went down first, then Tsireya after, and the boys followed. You had flipped onto your back to look at Neteyam but the way his braids circled his face like a dark halo and the way his eyes shined in amazement had you staring for longer than you anticipated. A few moments later, he turned to you where you had reached the bottom of the ocean, collecting pretty shells and corals you found.

When Neteyam arrived back at the family marui, Neytiri had caught a glance of his hand. "What is this, ma itan?" The boy's cheeks darkned a purple hue and he took a seat next to his mother. Neytiri was curious -Neteyam had never been the type to collect things- and as her son gently dropped the beautiful miss-matched shells onto the mat below them, she grinned. "Oh, Neteyam. Did you say thank you?"

You played in the water for nothing but an hour and swam back to shore altogether. You had approached in after Lo'ak and Tsireya roamed off. "Look, Neteyam! I found these for you. My people usually make clothing out of these, but you can weave them into a necklace if you'd like." You smile widely, extending your hand full of shells to him. "Oh, how nice. They're very pretty, y/n. Thank you."

i like the sea

His head fell forward in embarrassment and he nodded. "Yes, mom. I did- She picked them for me. I didn't know what to say, made a skxawng of myself-" Neytiri paused, her grin spreading even wider. "She? My son is in love?" She dragged the last word out slightly and Neteyam had to hide his face into his hands. Maybe he was in love with you, after all.

i like you

☆

The next day, you had decided to take Neteyam to yours and Tsireya's hidden spot. It wasn't too far from the village but there were little to no chances for anyone else to find it because of how well it was hidden. You had urged Neteyam onto and ilu and rode off so suddenly he thought there was an emergency until he saw the wide smile etched onto your features. He followed you gingerly, and by the time you came to a stop in front of a wall covered in vines and grime, Neteyam was just behind you.

"Look, Nete'. This is my favorite place in the village." You urged your ilu forward slowly to brush aside a patch of vines which revealed a cave -its entrance was smaller but he could see its true width at the end-. Neteyam followed to your left, taking in the bioluminescent insects and sea creatures. He turned to you once more and observed your face longingly.

Your nose was covered in tanhi that shined brightly in the dark, your fangs on display behind those plush lips of yours. When he finished admiring you, you had reached the wider part of the tunnel. Water was in the middle while the sides where made of rock and moss, and Neteyam could see some mats already laid out alongside some baskets of fruit.

You both departed from your ilus to sit upon the mats. You scrunched the water out of you curls and stared at his face to gauge his expression. He seemed in his head- almost like he wasn't listening. You knew he was, though, Neteyam always listened to what you said.

"Me and Tsireya come here often. That is why there is food. Do you like it?" You said, turning to him. He took in how the water reflected the light around it and how your eyes glowed like the moon at its peak. "I do. It's is very beautiful.." Neteyam paused to clear his throat and spoke again, much lighter. "It makes me think of you."

i like my friends

"Really? How?" You asked, with a hint of innocence. Somehow Neteyam wasn't sure if it was feigned or true, but he answer anyway. "I like how peaceful it is. Just like you. And the moonlight hitting the water is pretty.. Just like.. you." You had turned, facing him now. Your bosy leaned forward on its own, Neteyam pulling you in inconsciously. "I like how it makes me feel at ease.. Just like you do."

Neteyam faced you now, both your faces being mere inches away from each other's. "I like it... I- I like you." The corners of your mouth rose slightly and your heart beat so fast you were sure Neteyam could hear it. "I like you too, Nete'." The soft press of his lips against yours made you flush and his hand came to grasp yours. He definitely is in love with you.

i like you.

taking a breather from all the angst I post- here is neteyam fluff

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❤️‍🩹🔪Depollute Me, Pretty Baby - Chapter 4🔪❤️‍🩹

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CW: Stockholm syndrome, hurt/comfort but it’s Ren and Strade so yk it’s gonna be fucked, blood, violence, sadism, age regression (and exploitation of such), Ren Hana brother figure, father figure Strade, both due to MCs/Readers age regression, same warnings as the source material, Boyfriend to Death.

Type: Strade x reader, first person POV of the reader

I rested my head in Ren’s lap, my eyes closed as his fingers gently threaded through my hair. His voice was soft but full of enthusiasm as he continued explaining the finer points of his favorite anime, occasionally pausing to munch on some chips.

“So a lot of the best parts are missed in the translation from Japanese to English,” he was saying, his tone carrying a bit of frustration. “You miss so much of the nuance in the characters, their little quirks and how they really feel. It’s not like the English version is bad, but… it’s just not the same, you know?”

I nodded slightly, more to let him know I was listening than anything else. The dull ache in my body had faded into the background of Ren’s soothing touch and casual conversation. His petting, surprisingly tender, was enough to keep me from focusing too much on the lingering pain or the creeping sense of dread that never quite left.

Ren sighed, popping another chip into his mouth. “But you can’t speak Japanese and aren’t in the state to learn it, so I can’t really blame you. Still, this English dub is almost painful to watch.”

I smiled faintly, letting out a soft hum. “You’re really passionate about this show, huh?” I asked fondly. I rubbed my head against his leg a little, feeling something nice and warm bubble up in my chest.

“Oh yeah!” Ren beamed, his eyes lighting up. “It’s like, the only thing keeping me sane some days. Strade lets me watch it when I’m good, so I try to stay on his good side.”

That mention of Strade caused a faint shiver to run down my spine, though I kept my expression neutral. I didn’t want to bring up my own fears—not when Ren seemed to be enjoying himself. He seemed so happy! The sight made me smile a little myself. Still, I couldn’t help but ask, “Does he ever… talk about his plans?”

Ren shrugged, his hand absentmindedly running through my hair again. “Strade doesn’t share too much unless he’s in the mood. He’s pretty unpredictable, you know? Some days, he’s super into his projects, other days, he’s just… I dunno, playing with us, I guess.” He glanced down at me, his smile softening. “But he likes you, I can tell. Said you were special. That’s good. It means he’ll keep you around.”

I swallowed, unsure if that was comforting or not. It felt… nice, at least. It didn’t feel bad. I was warning up to the thought, but I couldn’t help but wonder... “And you? What about you, Ren?”

Ren chuckled, a little too brightly. “Oh, I’m just his helper. Been around for a while, actually. I… guess I’m kind of like you in that way. He’s had plenty of others come and go, but I’ve lasted because, well, I know how to stay useful. And hey, I like having company.”

His voice faltered slightly at the last part, and I glanced up at him, confused. He caught my look and quickly smiled again. “But you and me? We’ll get along great. I can tell. We already are!”

I nodded again, this time more earnestly. Ren was clearly lonely, and I wasn’t much different. Maybe we could both make this work, together. The thought gave me some small sense of comfort—if I could stay useful to Ren and Strade, I wouldn’t be discarded.

Just as I was starting to relax again, a sound interrupted the quiet—the basement door creaking open. I tensed instantly, and I could feel Ren stiffen beside me. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and a flash of excitement crossed his face.

“He’s back,” Ren whispered, his voice almost giddy. His excitement caught me off guard, but when I focused, I realized my own heart had sped up too. Was I… relieved?

“You’re excited too,” Ren teased lightly, pointing it out with a smirk. “But remember… we can’t go down there. He told us to stay put.”

I blinked, a little disappointed. Ren was right—Strade had made it clear we weren’t to interrupt whatever he was doing. But still, a part of me wanted to move, to see what was happening. Ren seemed to notice, his hand stilling on my head for a moment.

“Just think of it like… like his job,” Ren said quietly, his tone soft but firm. “We can’t interrupt him while he’s working. It’s important to him, and we’d only make it worse for ourselves if we did.”

I nodded slowly, the tension in my body starting to ease as I processed his words. He was right. This was Strade’s time, and whatever he did with whoever he was bringing in wasn’t my concern. I had to stay focused on surviving, on staying valuable. That was what mattered.

Ren’s hand resumed its soothing movements, and he leaned back against the couch, his gaze shifting to the TV. “Don’t worry. He’ll come back for us. He always does.”

I nodded again. Staying useful, staying valuable, that’s what I needed to think about. But as I tried to focus on that, my mind rebelled, the thoughts swirling in a fog. A dull ache started at the back of my head, growing worse with every attempt to think, to strategize. It was like trying to grasp at smoke—nothing stuck. I felt myself getting lost in the haze, sinking deeper into that uncomfortable emptiness.

Ren didn’t seem to notice. He kept talking, something about the show still playing on the TV, his voice just white noise in the background as the ache in my head sharpened. My focus drifted in and out, and I didn’t even realize how long I’d been stuck in that feeling until a sudden, blood-curdling scream tore through the silence.

I flinched, the sound pulling me out of my daze, though the fog in my mind lingered. My heart stuttered in my chest, and I glanced at Ren. His ears perked up immediately, his whole body tensing, but he didn’t say a word about it. He acted like he hadn’t heard it at all, his attention remaining fixed on the TV. But I knew he had. His posture was stiff, the usual carefree energy drained from his frame.

For a moment, the room felt suffocating, every second stretching painfully until finally, the door creaked open and Strade entered the room.

He was cheerful as ever, humming to himself as he made his way over to the sink in the corner. I barely processed his greeting, his words slipping past me in my fog, though I couldn’t help but feel a little excited. The scream had already slipped my mind. Strade scrubbed his hands clean, the water running red for a moment before it faded to clear. “Well, isn’t this nice?” he said, grinning over his shoulder at us. “You two are getting along so well! I knew you would.”

He peeled off his blood-splattered button-up shirt, draping it casually over the back of a chair. The sight barely registered for me, though I could hear Ren muttering something in response, playing along with Strade’s infectious excitement. It was like background noise, distant and muffled. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t pull myself out of the haze.

Strade moved over to the couch, sitting down next to us with an easy smile, his focus shifting mainly to Ren. They chatted for a while—about what, I had no idea. The words blurred together, my body feeling heavier and heavier by the second.

It wasn’t until I felt the cold metal of the collar around my neck being unclasped that I realized Strade’s attention had shifted to me. He moved me with ease, pulling me into his lap, and the sudden shift in my position sent a sharp jolt of pain through my body. I let out a weak whine, instinctively trying to curl in on myself, but Strade’s grip kept me firmly in place.

He laughed softly, his voice dripping with amusement. “There we go,” he said, almost cooing. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Ren shifted slightly beside us, glancing over with mild concern, but he didn’t say anything.

Strade’s hand traced down my back, almost mockingly gentle. “What’s up with them, Ren? They’re all… out of it today.”

Ren hesitated, his ears flicking slightly before he responded. “Uh, maybe just tired? I mean, you did rough them up pretty good before. Might still be feeling it.”

Strade hummed in thought, his hand idly petting my head now. “Is that it, mien liebchen?” he asked, his tone saccharine sweet. “You’re still all sore and tired from our last little playtime, buddy?”

I didn’t respond, the fog still thick in my head, but Strade didn’t seem to mind. He chuckled again, clearly enjoying my state, whatever the cause.

I didn’t know why I was acting like this, why everything seemed so big and confusing all of a sudden. I just knew I wanted to stay close to Strade. He felt safe, warm, like something I could hold onto.

Strade’s hand stilled on my back for a moment, as if he noticed something was different. He looked down at me, his gaze soft but curious. “Oh?” he said, his voice still cheerful but a little more thoughtful. “What’s this, now? Are we feeling a bit younger today?”

His tone wasn’t teasing, more like he’d made an observation. His fingers brushed through my hair, still holding me securely in his lap. I didn’t answer, didn’t really understand what he was asking. I just nuzzled deeper into him, my body aching, head too clouded to respond.

Ren perked up from where he sat nearby, his ears twitching in interest. “They’re acting… different,” he commented, watching us with wide eyes. ”I thought they were just tired…” He didn’t sound uncomfortable—more curious than anything.

Strade gave a low chuckle, running his hand gently along my back. “Yeah, they are. Seems like they’re in a different headspace now.” He looked down at me again, his grip on me a little firmer. “You feeling small, buddy?”

“Mnn…” I whined softly in response, too overwhelmed to say anything. The pain still throbbed through me, sharper now, but being this close to him felt better. Like I needed him.

Strade didn’t miss a beat, shifting me a little in his lap. His fingers pressed lightly over one of the deeper wounds on my side, testing, and I let out a sharp yelp. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I clutched at him, seeking comfort through the pain.

“Ah, there it is,” Strade said, almost conversationally, as if my reaction was exactly what he expected. He didn’t seem phased by the tears in my eyes or the way I squirmed against him. If anything, he looked… interested. His smile didn’t fade, his voice remaining as light as ever. “Hurts a little more when you’re small, doesn’t it?”

Ren, still watching, blinked in surprise. “Oh… they’re like… a kid now?” His voice was quieter, like he was trying to figure it out himself. “That’s… kinda cute.” He smiled, his tail twitching behind him as he relaxed.

Strade just nodded, clearly amused. “It is cute, isn’t it? Makes you wonder how they’re going to handle this new feeling.” He pressed his hand a little firmer on my side, eliciting another soft cry from me. I flinched, tears spilling over, but I still didn’t pull away.

Ren’s face brightened even more at my reaction. “They’re not usually like this, right?” He tilted his head, genuinely curious now. “But they’re not… in pain, like, really bad?”

Strade shrugged lightly, his grip on me still steady. “They’re feeling it, sure. But they’re holding on. And that’s what matters.” He looked down at me again, his fingers brushing away some of the tears from my cheeks. “Right?”

I sniffled and gave him a small nod, still crying a little.

Strade chuckled again, clearly pleased with how things were playing out. “Good.” He leaned back slightly, letting me rest more comfortably in his lap, his hands still roaming over my skin, lightly testing, pressing just enough to remind me of the pain but never going too far. He wasn’t going to let me forget, but there was something… almost protective about how he held me.

[trancylovecraft]

(BLUE EXORCIST) YANDERE LUCIFER: Headcannons

(BLUE EXORCIST SEASON THREE IS OCMIJNG JAND OMG IM SO EXCITED ITS LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE MANGA ALONG WITH KNY OMG OMG) (If you haven't seen the anime or have seen the anime and dropped it, READ THE MANGA THE ANIME DID IT SO SO DIRTY) (IN CELEBRATION AND THE FACT IM VERY SICK RN AND IT REMINDED ME OF HIM, HAVE THIS)

• Okay. Lucifer, King of light. This is probably the worst yandere in aoex you could get (apart from Mephisto but that’s for another time.)

• Possessive, Overprotective, delusional and manipulative TO THE MAX. Lucifer’s a narcissistic monster so you can see how this goes.

• Possessive in the way he just won’t let you go. He views you as his and nothing more. There’s no debating him on this, You have no voice.

• Overprotective in the way that he does not let any harm come to you. Health check-ups every day, Padded room you’re locked in with no sharp edges. That kind of thing

• Delusional in the way he believes the two of you are somehow bound by fate. He may be scarily intelligent but that does not make him sane in the least.

• And manipulative in the way.. Well, Come on. He’s a glorified cult leader. Lucifer controls every aspect of your life from your clothes to your schedule. All so he can display the image he wants you to see.

• I’m going to go with a Romantic route on this one. I’ll do platonic later if anyone wants it.

• Lucifer at first is shocked. Demon’s don’t feel emotions, Not the way humans do anyways. But his heart beats when he sees you. He’s confused at first, Believing it to be an ailment or illness

• However after a while he comes to terms with it, A shocking realisation. One that amazes him deeply.

• Even though love is a laughable matter for demons, Lucifer doesn’t deny it. He believes that you’re an exception and no matter what his siblings or Homare says, It wont deter him

• Being the egoist he is, He believes you must feel the same way. No matter how much you fight or argue he knows you’re just playing hard to get.

• How it started I can see it happen two ways. One, You’re a recruit in the Illuminati and you somehow catch his eye. Number two, You’re a member of the True Cross Order and you catch his attention.

• If you’re in the Illuminati then that just makes it easier for him. Lucifer is the commander in chief and their idolized leader. You and your colleagues practically worship him. (Rose tinted glasses)

• So it’s a breeze for him to get close to you. Suddenly your assigned as his personal guard or caretaker, Suddenly he requests more time off the clock with you.

• You see it as a blessing, The commander in chief wants more time with you. And from there on there really is no escape

• In the second scenario he might of seen you while spying on the order or when he was declaring war. I’m imagining him announcing his speech before his eyes lock on you from behind the mask, He pauses mid sentence to just stare before Homare coughs and breaks him out of his trance.

• He continues on but his eyes keep lingering back to you. It makes you feel uncomfortable more than you already were, This organisation was declaring war on the order and their creepy leader kept eyeing you up and down.

• I feel like Mephisto would catch on, He’d probably deduce it easily but for the sake of plot he wont here.

• When they leave, Lucifer can’t help but drift his mind off to you. He hated human beings, He envied them for their healthy bodies that they wasted doing nothing while he rots.

• And due to that and the fact that he is bedridden most of the time makes it very hard for him to do anything. Instead he relies on Shima to tell him things about you.

• You’re a teaching assistant at the academy, A middle-class exorcist with the meister of doctor and knight. The more he learned the more he felt his heart beat.

• If you have any other romantic partners or interests (even just friendships) he starts to feel another emotion. It’s not a good one, It makes him disgusted.

• Even though what he feels for you is intense and overwhelming, He will not show it at all. Cold and mechanical

• Lucifer wants to get you away from them. He doesn’t like people touching what’s his.

• After confirming this feeling isn’t illness, He has his mind set dead on you.

• Lucifer believes that you must feel the same way. This is love, Something he had never experienced before so he knows it must be mutual right?

• He has Shima gather items from you. Photo’s, Clothing and trinkets. He has them surrounding his bed.

• So when you come along with the exwires to rescue Izumo and he views you on the camera’s his heart skips a beat.

• Lucifer orders the entire staff not to lay a hand on you. If they do then they will suffer by his hand and he MEANS this.

• So when you and the exwires are separated and shoved into different rooms, There was no demon to fight you.

• You were confused. It was just a padded cell. All until a ray of light manifested on the other side of the room

• You bared your weapon. Lucifer appeared in a fresh clone body and full uniform, Wanting to look his best for finally meeting you.

• Of course you ready your weapon but its instantly dismantled by a blinding flash, Making you drop it to the ground.

• Lucifer approaches you and takes no time to proclaim his infatuation and love for you. He says it outright because of well.. He’s convinced that you feel the exact same way about him even though you only met once on really bad terms.

• Lucifer expects you to run into his arms or confess your love back. But to his shock and dismay you only scream obscenities at him, Which is a weird way of showing your love but go off I guess.

• Or not. Lucifer doesn’t like you saying that stuff. Even though he knows you don’t mean it he still takes great offense.

• Lucifer straight up offers you to join the illuminati. A pretty high position (And conveniently works close to him)  Tells you about his ideals. His goal of making a paradise, Reviving Satan and making an equal world

• You’re rightfully disgusted. You say no again and curse him out. No way are you joining some glorified cult.

• He sighs, A tad irritated as he steps closer to you. You cant do anything but back away into a corner looking terrified.

• He approaches. The distance closes and he casts a dark shadow, His eyes glowing as he looks at you.

• You’re frozen in fear as he reaches a hand out to cup your cheek. His hands are dead cold.

• “I understand your fear, But sleep well now and you’ll awaken safely in due time.” 

• He says that to you and he places a single kiss onto your lips. His are freezing similar to that of a corpses.

• You black out afterwards, Lucifer catches you in his arms as he carries you away.

• After that its the “domestic stage”

• You sleep in a room in the Dominus Liminus. It’s both warded and protected to the nines.

• You wont speak much to anyone. A few staff here or there but Homare is the one tasked with keeping you secure and safe.

• Wherever you go (If you’re allowed out) Homare will be close behind. It wont even be hidden, Saying with a cold face that she is to escort you around the place and assist you.

• But you know it’s just Lucifer keeping an eye on you.

• As soon as your on board you instantly gain the title of ‘The Commander’s Fiancée’

• Its disturbing until you find out why. Once you meet him again he explains that your days are now leading up to your marriage with him.

• He could marry you right now. But Lucifer wants to have a ceremony, An official wedding that will involve a demonic binding to him.

• You curse him out again and try to attack him in his bed. But the Lundstr��m pull you back escort you to your cell. Lucifer calling out your praises as you go.

• You’re fed the highest class food. It doesn’t matter what you prefer since Lucifer claims “You deserve the best”

• You also get a lot of gifts like clothing and furniture. Nothing dangerous or sharp though, Cant let you getting hurt.

• If you get close to anyone but him or maybe Homare he will not hesitate. He’s jealous and will order their death, Sometimes he’ll do it himself depending on the situation.

• Health check-ups daily. Human beings are fragile and if you died he doesn’t think he could go on without the one thing that numbs his pain. 

• Unfortunately enough you’re being taken care of by a greasy little doctor Geodinn. Of whom sucks up to you even though you can tell its an act

• If you do manage to escape he will go on a rampage. It’ll be the blue night pt2. He doesn’t care who he kills or what he destroys, Only calmed when your back with him.

• Besides. His siblings as well as all their lower class demons would be on high alert, Its impossible.

• He’s always in bedrest and it annoys him. He can’t spend as much time as he wants to with you and his rotting body wont let him.

• Sometimes when he misses you too much he’ll get Homare to drag you in and lie with him. He likes holding you to your displeasure, Its the only thing that takes away his constant pain

• When his body is new however he makes it count.

• He takes you out on little trips in preparation for your wedding.

• Him, Homare and a group of his most trusted men take you dress shopping. They make you try on a shit ton until Lucifer and you find the perfect one. You both must be in agreement.

• You try to escape but you are instantly caught by Homare and co. Who drag you back to a disappointed and confused Lucifer.

• He still doesn’t understand why you’d want to leave. You’re both in love, Right?

• He takes you out to the final shop. A jewellers where he alone picks out the ring. A silver ring with a diamond centrepiece (Also one that he made a demon under him possess to tell him your location at all times)

• Afterwards its basically time for your big day. His at least, Lucifer is overjoyed and excited for once in his life.

• You walk down the isle with a veil to cover your distraught and defeated face all while carrying a bouquet of white roses. It’s a massive cathedral. The entirety of the Illuminati is there along with his siblings..

• Once you reach the altar, Lucifer is standing there in his full military uniform. For once his expression doesn’t look mechanical and dead, It has life now and his eyes look at you with an organic gleam.

• Iblis, Egyn and Astaroth are standing off to the side. They’re very confused but they don’t question him.

• Iblis thinks its cute. Egyn is confused and Astaroth just got here

• Shima is near the front row and is currently on FaceTime with Mephisto, Whose hysterical and laughing to high hell at what’s happening.

• Homare is ordaining the ceremony. She says her part and then Egyn comes up with the rings as well as a contract.

• Lucifer lifts your veil. He hands you the contract with a pen and urges you to sign it.

• You have no other choice. You sign the paper while trying not to cry. The deal is done, You’re unable to leave entirely now

• He leans down and kisses you as the crowd goes wild cheering. Through the noise you can hear him say one last thing.

• “You look absolutely stunning.. Once I get a working body and once you become a demon eater.. I hope to see you like this for the rest of time..”

[badchoicesworld]

hi again, i’m the guy who requested hobie x trans vigilante reader and i LOVED IT. the details felt so true to his character and all in all it was an amazing read. you’re definitely one of, if not my favorite spiderverse writer. (btw, your spidersona sounds very interesting.) so, as expected, i have another request for you!

if you’d like, will you do a hobie x masc reader where they’re in bands? of course, hobie would be a part of a punk group, but maybe reader is in a metal one? they keep running into each other at shows and people think they might not get along, but they instantly get comfortable around each other. it’d be cute if they wore the other’s merch and showed up to some gigs. thank you :)

hobie’s punk, you’re metal (band edition)

hobie brown x masc!reader

EYYYYYYY ANON

had me gripping my knee, tucking hair behind my ear and kicking my feet fr ily tysm - if you’re planning to keep coming back (more than welcome <3) feel free to give me some kinda name to call you ! claim an emoji if you’d like or give me some kinda alias if you’d like, or remain anon, completely up to you !!

anyway such a slay idea thank you so much !

i’m gonna have to be a little brief w details cause i know hobie’s band is completely different in the comics and i have no fuckin clue what’s going on w this hobie’s band, no clue if gwen’s the drummer or what so mans being BRIEF but as far as i’m aware hobie does all of his gigs as “spider-punk” so secret identity still stands. i’m not gonna call him that cause he doesn’t like the name, but you know what i’m tryna insinuate

i’m a guy who can listen to all types of music so i enjoyed indulging in punk and metal music to get a better feel for this, so thank you !

i tried to do research into style, music and history so i hope this is half decent lmao

also wanna stress that i know there’s a shit ton of political stuff when it comes to punk and metal scenes, i ain’t touching it and i want none of you to ask me about it

warnings: none

pairing: hobie brown x masc!reader

requests: OPEN actually begging for them im stuck in a car tomorrow

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AIGHT ! so you twos both belong to bands that are pretty prominent in london, and if someone doesn’t know one then they’ll eventually learn about the other

you both like to perform at these smaller gigs instead of going mainstream, and it results in you two bumping shoulders every now and again

now, it’s impossible to miss hobie since he’s dressed as a punk spider-man

the same can apply to you if you choose to also have a secret identity lmao

but it’s on sight

it’s a common thing for people to think that punk and metal fans are like cats and dogs (an expression, animals are lovely.) for some fuckin reason

so naturally, both of your fans had always speculated the day that you crossed paths

what would you do ? fist fight ? poke hobie’s eyes out w the 🤘 gesture ? dear god will hobie swing his guitar at you ?!?!

no lmao

it’s like two old friends meeting, you guys have definitely heard of each other before but not yet met, so you’re both pretty psyched to see each other in the flesh !

it’s more like a “Ayy! my guy!” kinda thing instead of typical london stabbing

friendly hug, accidentally get impaled on a spike, that kinda thing

if your fans are sane they’re just kinda like “oh dope lmao” instead of “NOOOOOOOO” because who tf would

instead, opens doors to unlimited possibilities

friendly rivalry ? i think so

depending on what you play/your role in the band, you can get competitive for funsies

if you’re both guitarists you’ve got this ongoing joke about who’s the better one, shows are dope whenever you two are competing cause you go above and beyond for the sake of bragging rights

you win, metal takes a lot more out of a man (from the research i’ve done metal takes more “skill” in a literal sense, way more going on w the cords, correct me if i’m wrong)

hobie insists there are no losers, of course (he doesn’t believe in losing)

hella friendly banter, nudges, cutely whiplashing each other w water at shows whenever you spot the other in a crowd while they’re performing

collaboration ? possibly, imagine that shit

speculation of you two dating ? no because hobie doesn’t like labels

i’m gonna let u decide if hobie is the typa guy to kiss whoever else is on stage w him

back to secret identities for a little- aight so we all know hobie’s identity is a secret because he’s this spider-lad saving london, a conversation starter fr

in the events that you bring it up, he’ll probably just brush it off and tell you to focus on your scene, not in a mean condescending way but because he’d rather talk about music together since it’s his passion

depending on where your guys’ relationship goes determined if he’d reveal his secret identity to you or not, same applies to you if you have a secret identity

but i’ll leave that up to you

back to the gigs ! if you two ever spot each other in the crowds, it’s on sight

wether you recognise each other as your alter egos or secret identities, you will be either drowned by the end of the gig or mercilessly stared at

don’t think hobie would bring people up on stage unless you’re both performing, it can be a super awkward thing, other people might be uncomfortable and also favouritism aint his thing

wear each others merch, see what happens

you don’t have a secret identity and you wear it casually ? will likely catch the eyes of the media and words will spread

i cant actually imagine hobie having official merch, i think he’d like it more if his fans just made things so there’s not that whole “poser” stuff i’ve been seeing (again if i’m wrong and band shirts have significance other than sentimental value let me know)

punk is about diy, so he’d love his fans all the more if the “merch” he had was super unique diy stuff all hand made by his fans :]

so hobie either makes you merch, or you make your own ! he’ll probably make his own merch of you band, too

absolutely wears it to gigs, why wouldn’t he ? how fuckin punk is that ammarite

trade guitar picks, do it

you’re both real comfortable around each other, it’s an honest treat to cross paths whenever you’re both at a gig and if you guys become friends outside of it, that’s all the better

slaps stickers on your instruments case while walking by you, they have accumulated overtime

a lot of friendly call outs at the start or throughout shows, shit like “this one goes out to y/n, he ate my fuckin sandwich” before playing or probably banter along the lines of “refund his show and come to mine instead, it just makes sense” if your shows aren’t free

i expect you to do the same

you are each others worse nightmare

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[izvmimi]

cw: self-harm (attempted), angst, implied breakup

a/n: take the warning seriously please

You take a deep breath and steady yourself.

In and out, in and out.

Perhaps you are afraid, and you should admit that to yourself. A healthy dose of fear is good, after all. Fear keeps you alive. Fear keeps you sane, keeps you safe.

And yet, right now as you stand at the edge of one of the largest peaks of the city, in the middle of the night where onlookers will most likely be spared from the splatter of your broken body on the concrete until morning - heartache wins over fear.

Yet the question remains - are you really prepared to die? 

The height is dizzying, and you can feel yourself sway ever so slightly as you approach the limit to the infinite air. Your toes go over the edge just slightly and you can feel your heart racing, and in this moment you realize that your heart isn’t broken. It hurts, but it still exists after all. 

You remember the words he said to you once.

When you fall, I’ll catch you.

You grit your teeth. 

Liar.

If that were true, then  how have you made it this far, wind lapping harshly at your face, bitingly cold, as you contemplate ending your life.

When you fall, I'll catch you.

You take one step forward.

Catch me then. 

You freefall too quickly to scream. Gravity takes harsh control over your body, and you pick up speed with every second, the rush of air against your features bringing tears to your eyes.

They close reflexively.

Do you want to die? You have mere moments to think, and suddenly it occurs to you that the answer is no, you are not ready yet, and you are screaming and you are flailing your hands with nothing to hold on to, and the ground is steadily approaching and you were wrong. 

You want to live. You want to see the morning come and you want to suck air into your lungs and you want to smile at cute animal videos and you want to laugh heartily with your friends.

You want to hug and you want to hold someone, anyone.

You want to live.

And you do. 

Whatever you hit is hard but is not concrete, and the wind is knocked out your lungs, but you are no longer falling vertically but pushed horizontally, and your face is pressed against something warm, and something - an arm - is wrapped tightly around your waist.

You breathe in, and in your sigh of relief, cry into your ex’s chest.

—

Moments later, you stand several feet apart - yourself, a great distance away from the edge of the rooftop now, and really seated, rested against a wall as you watch Izuku stand with his back turned to you and his arms crossed over his chest. Your knees are bent closely to your chest and your eyes are still teary, but you are quiet, physically and emotionally. Even if Izuku is quiet as well, you can tell he’s furious, with the way the air around his silhouette seems to almost bend and curve around him, side effects of his Quirk betraying his emotional state.

Part of you wants to say he doesn’t have the right to be angry about what you choose to do with your body, and the other part of you recognizes that you are both cruel and stupid. 

There’s nothing to say at this moment. Sorry doesn’t quite cut it and if you dare make a joke, there’s a good chance he might throw you off the roof himself. You bite your lip and pray that he says something first, anything, before you die out of embarrassment.

As though he can hear your pleas for mercy, he does say something first.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Your throat goes dry.

There are endless things wrong with you. Next question.

You don’t answer and he turns quickly and you can see that his eyes are red-rimmed too, fists clenched tightly. 

“Well?”

You don’t have an answer to give him and you can barely meet his gaze.

“You just jumped off a roof.”

Yes you did. 

“What if I hadn’t been there?” he asks. 

Then the two of you wouldn’t be having this conversation.

His voice would be steady if not for the slight wobble at the very end of the sentence, and you can tell he’s trying his very best to remain stable. He’s trying to remain rational, to accentuate the fact that you are stupid, you are so very stupid, and you are so very wrong, and he is not afraid for you but just embarrassed and disappointed.

And in your infinite ability to conflict resolve you ask him how.

How did he make it in time? How did he intercept your foolishness despite saying so clearly that the two of you needed to wash your hands of each other? And most importantly, why did he care?

“Are you serious?” he asks.

You don’t nod but your eyes this time are unwavering. He grimaces. There’s a moment where he decides whether or not it is a good idea for him to truly explain and you can see him ruminate, fingers flexing and straightening out as he does sometimes when he is nervous, and then he closes the distance between you, sliding down so that he’s seated next to you. Your shoulders brush together and he doesn’t move so you don’t either. 

Izuku looks straight ahead as he talks.

“My Quirk told me.”

You blink, then look at him. He turns his head to look at you and you say what he expects you to say.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

He laughs humorlessly. 

“It doesn’t, but that’s what happened.”

You think hard, trying to figure out which one, and then it occurs to you.

“Danger Sense?” you ask. It’s silly - it’s a quirk that really only works for him and no one else, unless - 

“Were you patrolling?”

“I was asleep.”

Izuku’s posture now matches yours, his chin resting on the tops of his knees next to you. You can see the bags under his eyes on top of the quelled irritation, and you realize it’s true, he must have been asleep, deeply, and perhaps exhausted from life in the short span of weeks you’ve spent apart. 

It still doesn’t explain why his Quirk told him you were going to topple off a skyscraper, hoping that he would save you - that’s it, isn’t it? You had no intention of really…

You swallow hard as it clicks.

“... you felt it.”

“Yeah.”

A Quirk that detects malice towards the user. Anger. Bitterness directed at him before you even made it out of your own apartment.

You can hear what he asks without saying:

Were you trying to hurt me by hurting yourself? 

“I-I’m sorry,” you choke out.

And this time you cry again. He lets you cry alone for a few moments before pulling you against him and cradling your head against his shoulder. You feel him kiss the top of your head, his lips lingering as he takes in your scent, then sighs.

“We need so much help.”

We, not you. 

You cling to his shirt, and the two of you sit in each other’s company until morning, mourning something shared, but not yet sure what. 

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

Mayncient Day 23: Dearest

Get Along Without You

Had the first part in my wips for ages and had sudden inspiration for this day so here it is for you all! no warnings. word count 1.4k

They’re both lucky enough to have a full moon that casts enough light in the darkest parts of the city to allow them to walk in peace. Lucky enough that when they do finally come to a spot in the empty park there’s just enough shadow to allow for their masks to be removed.

Conner sits closer to the path, letting his height add protection to Elidibus’ identity despite it being well into the hours that any sane person would be in bed. Even with the white mask and black robes the Emissary still fears the potential backlash should he be found with Conner, a sentiment that he understands. Yet in this moonlit spot Conner can see the man relax as if they were behind closed doors, a smile playing on his lips as he watches Elidibus look up at the stars. “It’s quiet tonight,” he says, his white hair blowing gently in the small breeze, “something I wouldn’t expect of this place. Always noise. People, kids, and little animals during the day.”

“It's nice.” Conner inhales deeply, smiling and looking up at the sky also, “This has become my favorite time of day now.”

Elidibus frowns, “It used to be dawn.”

Conner shrugs, “It's still the early morning technically. Besides, a person’s favorite time of day can change or also just have multiple favorites.”

“Not with you Conner. You were-.”

“You’re not going to change my mind on being with you Elidibus,” he assures, “I know back then it felt like there were no consequences because it was just sex, but I still could have left when this became a lot more than that. I know what air we must put on when the white robes are on and we are at work keeping a little closer to the shadows, a small price to pay to have the times like this where you are better dressed for the shadows and yet do everything except stay in them.”

“If only we never had to in the first place. Do you not wish to be more open at work? Among friends?”

“I think in all cases there is a certain kind of secrecy when in a working environment out of professionalism so not much would change on that front really. As for friends, well,” Conner chuckles, shaking his head, “we already are, as they know not to ask too many questions. You remember how Hythlodaeus’ partner was when we happened to cross paths as the two were making their way home?”

The memory brings a small smile back to Elidibus’ face, “I do not believe I had ever seen Anthea more authoritative than in that moment.” He sighs, shoulders relaxing as he leans against Conner, fingers becoming entwined with his, “I just wish that I, as Themis, can be enough for you as Elidibus certainly cannot be.”

Conner tilts his head upward, caressing his jawline to let his hand become loosely entangled in the long white hair. He brings his lips down softly to his, the chill of the night air disappearing in an instant even as Conner pulls away just far enough to whisper, “It will never matter to me who you are. You are by my side right now and that is enough.”

It isn’t enough in this time of calamity when Elidibus recalls that moment as the skies darken and people flee below the earth. Things are going to plan as he can feel that starting fusion of worlds, of another piece of Zodiark stitched by his brethren, and of the decimation of a world he never cared to know. He stopped trying to get to know the people of those broken worlds after they were successful in rejoining the first piece to Him. What was the point when they weren’t supposed to exist to begin with? He’d stick to those that would become whole once again.

It was a third attempt to see if there was something more to it all, if The Shepherd on the moon was right to have abandoned them all those years ago like Emet-Selch had said. Three attempts and this would be the last. He can already see how this one ends, can already feel the slow crawl of grief that’s never sat nicely since the world he knew fell apart, can see this version doing what Elidibus can only assume happened the first time. 

These people don’t have magic yet that doesn’t stop this incarnation of Conner weaving through destruction getting as many as he can underground. He’s had several close calls with the smoke engulfing him and lightning starting to rain down and still it does not deter the man….and each time it causes a panic to rise in Elidibus briefly. Each time he wonders if this will be the moment he witnesses the death of his dearest and so he intervenes in ways imperceptible to those of this era. His brethren would scoff at the intervention, and he can’t blame them, this is only one man and what was a single man compared to the many they were working on bringing back? The preservation of this one man is not worth the whole of the star. 

Yet how would they know that this one man, his soul on its first journey in this new world, was the only reasoning he could find to let them continue with what they were doing. That maybe, just maybe, he could have the power to bring him back, get back that little piece of his heart that was given in exchange for the hopes of many. To see those blue eyes framed by ebony hair once again, to hear his laughter when they tried to dance and Elidibus couldn’t help but try to take the lead which had their legs tangled as they fell to the ground, to feel his own heart race when their eyes would meet in the Convocation building knowing what could come next. To experience the smell of the various herbs and plants he kept just for the joy of it once more, and to taste the cool moonlight on Conner’s lips as the sun rose to remind them of duty that always won. This one man was a reminder of what he sacrificed…. 

And what a mistake it was to have indulged in this fantasy.

Their time together was bliss. The way they met almost like the first time, but it wasn’t uncertainty about his new appointment that kept him silent, but the instant recognition of his eyes among features that were nothing like Conner. Elidibus didn’t need to check the color of his soul to know it was him, though he did anyway, it was enough to have those soulful eyes look at him once more. Enough to bring him back to this incarnation and strike up conversation after conversation in an openness Elidibus hadn’t known when the world was whole. To create a fleeting life within that freedom and to fall once more for someone that was a close approximation to the man he lost. Yet fleeting is all this ever was, even if he was to live to be old and grey a few decades is nothing in the centuries Elidibus has lived. He knows this and still it hurts. Still it hurts to see them all leave in ways that feel unnatural, after centuries of witnessing and being the cause of millions of deaths he still cannot stop the torturous pain from enveloping him. He wants to be free of this cycle….

So this will be the last time he lives among them. The last time he will go searching for those he once knew. The last time he will let himself be distracted by the doubts that plague his mind. The last time he will let himself recall or create memories to hold onto. After this Calamity he will once again put duty above all else. 

But first he will get this incarnation of Conner to the fleeting safety of the ground. Will stay with him for the last two months he has before returning to the sea to begin once again. Will hold him during his last breaths and mourn with the others before disappearing into the shadows, where he will stay dressed in white to perform his duty like he did so long ago. All the while holding onto the fact that he for just a moment had Conner right by his side….

….and it wasn’t enough….

[voxofthevoid]

WIP Wednesdays are back! Dickfest Wednesdays continue to be suspended because if I write Gojou PoV for another longass fic, I'll start biting things. But instead of switching to some Yuuji-PoV story like a sane person, I've opted for Nanami. Again.

This is one of my nanaita+goyuu ideas, specifically an a/b/o one where alpha!Yuuji goes into rut soon after the Mahito+Junpei mess, and beta!Nanami ends up lending a hole. And then they wake up to omega!Gojou gleefully playing voyeur. It escalates predictably.

It starts out as just nanaita. Gojou won't pop up until a few chapters in, and then it's goyuu plus nanagoyuu. I think the first WIP Wed snippets will be just nanaita.

Surprise Rut Wednesday #1: Nanaita lovers, come get ya'll juice.

“Itadori-kun,” Kento says quietly, “will you look at me?”

Itadori makes a sound that’s some strange cross between a growl and a whine.

He looks up.

The hunger in his eyes almost takes Kento out at the knees. They’re all pupil, a depthless dark that threatens to suck in everything inside the room, and Kento doesn’t know what his own face does in response, but it does something, and Itadori’s expression shifts in answer, all animalistic intensity. A wave of pheromones follows, a veritable flood of concentrated need, and this time, Kento’s reaction is a lot more physical, points of heat flaring across his body—throat and belly, thighs and underarms.

Groin.

Itadori growls.

Then he slaps a hand over his mouth, and the hunger turns into horror.

“Nanamin,” he whimpers, muffled through his own fingers. “I’m sorry, I don’t—”

Kento’s beside the bed in a few long strides, and at first, Itadori flinches back as if struck, but then he’s leaning in, nostrils flaring as he sucks in huge, gulping breaths. Kento is careful to keep his eyes on only the boy’s face, but his own nose tells him a thing or two about how the rest of Itadori’s body is responding.

“Calm down,” Kento tells him. “I’m not mad at you. And you’re not going to do anything you’re afraid of. Forget what popular media and schoolchild gossip has told you—an alpha in rut isn’t a mindless animal. You’re still you. Understand, Itadori-kun?”

Itadori’s hand falls away from his face. He nods, but it’s hesitant.

Kento sits down on the edge of the bed.

Itadori’s eyes flutter half shut as he leans in further, except the shaky arm supporting him gives out entirely. It’s instinct that has Kento reaching out to stop Itadori to collapse face-first, and he knows before he makes contact that it’s a bad idea, but it’s too late. His fingers find bare skin, and Itadori groans and shudders like Kento’s touch dug deeper than flesh.

There’s a blur of motion. Nothing Kento doesn’t see coming. Nothing he can’t stop.

He doesn’t, and there’s the belated realization that it’s only a pattern of behavior—indulgence, strange and surreal.

Warm weight settles on his lap, Itadori’s limbs wrapping around him tightly. A bold face slots against the curve of his throat, hot skin and hotter breath.

“Nanamin,” Itadori rasps. “You—you smell so good.”

Itadori presses even closer, shoving his whole body against Kento like he’s trying to crawl into him, and like this, there’s no ignoring the hard length poking into Kento’s stomach. Itadori’s squirming motions make it slide against Kento’s shirt, and even through the fabric, the heat of it feels branding.

For a long moment, Kento does nothing, says nothing.

There’s no excuse.

A groan is buried in his throat, trembling along the skin there.

Kento raises an arm to grab Itadori, only to freeze an inch away from a heaving shoulder. There’s nowhere that’s safe when all of him is naked, hot and damp with sweat, and Kento’s palm is still warm with the memory of touching bare skin earlier. In the end, he sinks his fingers into Itadori’s hair, grabbing a fistful as gently as he can.

He’s barely given it a tug when Itadori makes a pained noise.

Kento freezes.

It’s clear the next instant that the noise had nothing to do with Kento’s grip. Itadori’s writhing in his lap with renewed vigor, but the movements are all in the hips. The limbs wrapped around Kento flex erratically. Hard heat slides along his clothed stomach.

There’s the distant thought that Itadori’s core strength and muscle control are impressive, but it’s viciously buried under the realization that he’s using Kento to—

“Itadori,” Kento hisses, and he’s not gentle this time, pulling on Itadori’s hair with every intention of dislodging his face from Kento’s neck, but Itadori’s head doesn’t budge even as his movements grow faster and more frenzied. And there was never any doubt about what he was trying to do, but Itadori’s movements are even more blatant now, the whole of his body caught in a dirty rhythm.

Kento’s also caught in it, and it’s ten times filthier than what he witnessed in the guest room earlier.

He doesn���t know why he’s allowing it, why he hasn’t torn Itadori off him and thrown him away, why he’s just sitting there as he’s violated—

Itadori makes that noise again—all soft, animal hurt.

“Nanamin,” he whines, and his mouth is open against Kento’s throat, every breath hot and wet. “It feels—it’s not—sorry, I’m sorry, Nanamin—”

It’s not desire or pleasure that’s drenching Itadori’s voice. He sounds agonized.

Kento loosens his grip in Itadori’s hair, splaying his fingers along the crown instead. Even the strands are damp and clumped with sweat, a stark contrast to the silken undercut rubbing against the heel of his palm.  

Itadori’s breathing grows labored. Every exhale brands Kento’s flesh.

It won’t be long now.

Kento briefly looks at the opposite wall before the flashes of color he can’t help seeing prompt him to just close his eyes. The darkness isn’t particularly calming, especially when it leaves him at the mercy of the rest of his senses. Itadori’s scent fills him from throat to lungs; it’s sharper than before, downright acrid. The bare skin pressing against him is too hot for comfort. Even the harsh, clumsy thrusts against his stomach feel more desperate than pleasurable, and the noises spilling out of Itadori to shatter against Kento’s skin and echo in his ears confirm that impression.

The whole thing feels barely sexual. That’s what allows Kento ignore the horror of it and just hold Itadori, hoping it offers at least a modicum of comfort.

It doesn’t take long for Itadori to climax.

Heat stripes his stomach, seeping through the fabric to stain his skin. Kento can’t hold back a grimace at that, but it’s too late to back away. Itadori shudders through the aftershocks, rubbing his cock against Kento until it softens.

His scent remains concerningly rank, practically seething in the air. His body doesn’t lose an iota of tension despite the orgasm—the opposite, if anything. And his face is still tucked against Kento’s throat, but even that doesn’t feel like hunger anymore, just shame.

Kento presses his palm a little more firmly against Itadori’s head, opening his eyes and blinking away the blurriness.

“How are you feeling?” he asks the boy.

Itadori seems to shrink in on himself. “Embarrassed.”

“Ah.” Kento…doesn’t know what to say to that. He understands. That’s the problem. “Itadori-kun—”

“It won’t last,” Itadori cuts in, every word a puff of heated air against Kento’s throat. “Soon, I’ll start—I’ll want to—”

The words die as a frustrated growl, lashing at Kento’s skin, but he can guess all to well precisely what Itadori will want to do.

Kento resists the urge to sigh. “Your body is going through some severe changes right now. There will be unpleasant effects.”

Fingers dig into Kento’s shoulders, and he has to fight down a shudder. Itadori’s still panting into his skin, and Kento would like to peel him away, preferably before certain substances dry between their bodies, but every inch of Itadori is screaming that he’s not ready to face Kento right now. And what’s the harm in indulging that wholly understandable reticence when Kento just allowed something that’s a hell of a lot worse?

“You said I’m not an animal,” Itadori says finally, and his voice is calmer, steadier, but there’s still an undercurrent of urgency that has Kento’s free hand twitching on the mattress. “But I feel like one.”

“You’re not,” Kento says; it’s the truth, but it feels like a platitude.

Itadori doesn’t bother acknowledging it, nor does he make any effort to uncurl from Kento’s lap. Kento finally looks down and is predictably greeted by long stretch of glistening skin. At this angle, Itadori’s spine stands out prominently, bracketed by hard muscle.

Kento doesn’t realize he’s moved until his own hand enters his line of vision, settling at the small of Itadori’s back.

A slight shiver answers him.

Kento does nothing else. He even tries to take his hands away, but that urge never makes it to his limbs. They stay on Itadori, buried in his hair and pressed lightly to the base of his spine.

The effects start to show in a little while. Itadori’s thighs are still clenched around Kento’s waist, but they start to feel a little less like warm rock. The bruising grip on his shoulders become hands fisted in his shirt, the desperation gaining a different flavor. Even Itadori’s breathing has calmed, though his breaths are no less hot against Kento’s skin.

A brief eternity later, Itadori detaches his face from Kento’s throat.

His eyes are downcast, and Kento suspects that the red staining his cheeks has nothing to do with the rut.

“Sorry for messing up your shirt,” Itadori mumbles.

Kento blinks.

Itadori’s still looking down, eyes dark and glossy.

A slew of different responses flit through his mind, all varying shades of dismissive. Each one would be honest, but none would be what Itadori needs right now. Kento doesn’t know what he needs.

No, that’s not true. He knows.

He says, “I forgive you.”

[twimshi]

Crossing the borders illegally legal

In which you follow the slow yet melancholic lifestyle of YN with a hint of joy while also defying the goverments laws in hopes of the betterment of solving a silly case of missing people.

Twenty-nine.

Twenty-eight.

Counting back the steps to get home.

It gets a little dull, YN concludes while walking home. She knows that people around her are getting married and stuff, it doesn't bother her.

It shouldn’t.

She’s just a busy woman with work, that’s accomplishing enough.

Two.

One.

Getting a mini apartment might have been the best thing she’s done since she yelled back at her mother, though it does get lonely.

Luckily she has Sherman and her favorite series to watch on her laptop, TV is overrated.

It’s nice to watch a slice-of-life show, keeps her sane.

YN is pretty sure she’s seen this at least more than four times, but something about it makes it comforting.

Something about people coming together and genuinely caring about each other has her bubbly every time she watches it.

It's nice.

Sherman is a concerning animal though, he’s now what looks like reading a book— she would be more concerned but she decides to sleep it off evaluating her day to drift into sleep.

Another day will begin.

-

It's a horrible one.

She doesn't know when it started but she feels so small.

So alone.

The best way to describe the feeling is if you imagine your chest.

Then imagine your childhood, when you were happy.

Then your life now, how you wish to hold yourself and hug them senselessly telling them they’ll be okay in their trying times as they tremble in your arms unsure of how to react.

That might have been a little dramatic, but YN writes down the thought in her little notepad.

Maybe she could write a novel one day she thinks.

Talk about her life experiences and—

The shower water turns lukewarm.

She goes to tie her hair in the mirror when she notices.

She has already covered it with newspaper.

-

Once every other month YN calls her mom to check in.

Well, they both reluctantly check on each other.

Her sister was always the more promising one, always seemed like she was always a step ahead.

“Just wanted to say hi that's all” She twirls a strand of stray hair while speaking.

“Well, things have been okay at home, nothing much has changed. Your sister is entering an international competition this weekend for the ballet” Her mother says proudly, something she’s yet to hear directed at her.

Everything YN would try at and fail.

She excelled in.

She just hums in reply, not saying much as she continues.

“Oh that's great”

“It is, I wish you were more athletic as a kid, you always stayed in your room all day and not help at all around”

As a moment passes, her chest becomes stiff, and suddenly the glum feeling she was getting creeps over her shoulder.

She hangs up and lays in bed, Sherman on her side.

“Well I'm going to go now, I'm tired”

“Alright, good night”

He’s warm.

She just holds him and stares at the ceiling closing her eyes. 

Her chest feels tight.

She’s twenty-nine for god sake, small stuff shouldn't have this much of an effect on her anymore considering how small the issues were.

But why was she still bothered?

-

To work with people, she needs to be people.

“You know about surfing slang?!” Oh, that might have been the wrong slang.

“Wait, you're telling me you would work out on the weekends?” Jermain exclaims, dropping whatever he was doing to give YN his full attention.

“Carrying boxes builds extra muscle, so I can't say no to a free workout session, brah,” YN says, trying to add some sports slang and expression.

Jermain reaches into his back pocket and starts digging. Man, do male pants have too much space in them because he has two mini notebooks and a pocket knife? Was this guy some type of criminal? 

Finally, after digging in his ass for about two minutes, he pulls out his smartphone “My dad owns this entire land of this beach and there are these free surfing classes they have. To be honest I didn't know anyone in the office would be interested in this so I just…Anyways I’ll go tell the boss about this!”

The employees are somewhat bearable, YN finds ways to communicate with Jermain when Reigen gave her a list of things to say that relate to football with work.

This increases productivity by 0.09 percent, she can now get back to her weekend job.

She was actually enjoying work before her boss interrupted “YN to the office”

-

Another lecture was given, at least it was a positive one. 

Or not. 

“You should put on some makeup, I mean just saying the eye bags are growing and the company's image and stuff"

"Nothing as for now, there have been some improvements to the new workers, good job. Kelsey's positive vibe might be rubbing off on them"

YN hates the existence of Men.

“I mean I don't really have the time or money to do it. But I’ll keep that in mind” She won't "Anything else?"

Yeah, like Kelsey - oh yes Kelsey, her nails and hair are always perfect. Even when it was messy she looked straight out of a modeling magazine that sells shampoo for curly hair.

She wishes she could be like that.

Just this time maybe, YN will take this obviously rude advice.

-

While fixing the makeup she sat looking at the mirror.

More foundation to cover her eye bags.

More blush for her pale face.

It wasn't enough.

She probably needs more eyeliner there—no that looks bad.

But what if she—

She slams the makeup down, the eyeliner that she overdid just now - was running down her face. 

A realization set in, well it's not really a realization if you knew about it before.

Why bother?

She thinks of what happened in high school.

YN covers the mirror again.

-

'

-

'Children coming back with strange injuries Tonkatsu Prefecture’ and 'Do not let your pet off of their leach, do so and it will be your last'

These are a couple of the many articles that have been becoming a sensation recently, where teens who had seemingly misbehaved and run into the forest — come out with either injury or come back a completely new person.

Most of the netizens just commented on how 'Nature scared the kids fr', later on, it came out that teenagers who engaged in activities like drinking would enter. One particular day a known group of four teenagers were venturing late at night but only three came out the next, none of them seemed to really remember their friend who drowned.

Well, no one she knows lives in that town anyway. 

Seems like townsfolk mania, towns like that are often closed-minded and blame everything on some type of devil or teenager.

It was pretty common for pets to go missing and teens to cause havoc but not at the amount that was happening to that town in particular.

But it seems that there was a specific pattern for all of this, like the kidnapper or influencer. 

Strange.

Her shoes are all soggy from the rain, she shouldn't have washed her shoes yesterday.

Ah, this is great.

She kneels to grab the shoes and holds them close to her. It must have felt tired of her, being washed feeling cleaner than to be dirtied again - YN emphasizes with this object, she might be crazy.

She just wants it to be gone.

-

She can feel all her bones coming back and they’re craving motion. It was like her life was stagnant, nothing changing, unmoving.

Nothing.

Thinking about when she was a kid, she wanted to be an astronomer discovering new planets and helping people.

That dream crashed and burnt the moment she realized she needed to be great at math, her mother explicitly saying she wouldn’t be paying for her college fees because astronomy was a pricey major.

Working a desk job at a company managing people shouldn’t be all that bad right?

She should be grateful for this.

Being almost thirty with just a business diploma.

She amounted to nothing.

Pity.

Closing her laptop she says goodbye to everyone, sliding to Kelsey’s desk before she leaves “Kels, want to grab dinner? I think I have enough money for the week to try that new western place”

“Oh dang, I would love to but..” YN knows this, she knows this “Your husband made dinner?”

“Yes! And the kids are starting school soon so I have to be home more, we can do it next time if you want to"

It's probably what she felt for her, she doesn't want that “No, no it's fine Kelsey. Uh, I’ll go but some ice cream then”

"I don't mind you know, I can just tell him to save some for me, you've got to be starving-"

Twenty-eight-

"It's fine" YN doesn't elaborate and walks.

Twenty-nine.

It's the same.

YN stops in her tracks, and she finds a wall to lean on.

Reminding herself that people were starving and dying and she was some basic girl in some type of midlife crisis, she needed to set her mind straight.

The train station, oh right.

Todays Thursday.

Her seminar, that's right.

Honestly, she’s too tired to care. 

“Sorry I’m late, I completely forgot about today,” She says as she rushes through the door, Reigen seems to be arranging some documents on the table before he ruffles them out of the way.

Wiping his forehead he replies “No worries! Mobs actually also running late, has some type of thing with his friends today, and actually, let me text him to have the day off”

“Oh, then will we just do it?”

“I was about to cancel, but let's do it anyways pupil” He throws a plastic chair at YN, which misses and smacks her right in the face - it goes unnoticed by Reigen as he scrambles to the room.

Reigen comes back from the other room with his laptop and scratches his head looking a little stressed while holding his laptop “There might be a problem”

He walks back to his desk and sighs nervously “So you've been coming here quite often- which isn't bad, it's great because we finished the program but the problem is…..we finished the program”

“I see” They both sat there quietly for a moment before YN broke the silence by clapping her hands and gathering her things “I guess I should get going, on oh” She handed him an envelope “Can't forget your fees"

He accepts them but stops her as she makes her way out falling in the process from the water leaking from the air-conditioning that he forgot to put a bucket, YN puts out her arms to try to catch him but he plays it off by resting his head on his hand and posses?

They both just look at each other before YN swears she hears a whisp from her shoulder saying 'real smooth man'

"Do you remember what I told you last time we met?"

"Slap an employee if needed and take up sponsorships but make sure I have all the rights to the company?" She says with a monotone tone.

-

Reigen ignores her voice and twirls his hand "Yes but the other thing"

"Gossip and brunch?" YN replies puzzled, tilting her head to the side.

"Exactly!" His eyes sparkled "When I tell you I got gossip, I mean it"

"You think of me as lowly, I'm obviously gossiping about that other exorcist down the street. Even Mob says that there wasn't an ounce of spiritual energy and was scamming them"

Reigen ends up ordering some fries from down the street and they end up eating in the office from the lack of chairs.

"I hope this isn't about your customers" YN gapes at him crossing her arms while eating.

"Isn't that what you do-"

"Tut-tut friend, tut-tut. I solve the problems, not create more. This guy purposefully massaged my back in all the wrong areas, he was really going for my thigh. Apparently, the other ladies that went there had similar experiences"

"Reigen that might be a different type of problem, we might need to consult the police on this one"

"And your point is?"

He gasps, scandalized "You don't think he-"

"He just might, why do think people left the one-star review plus police report on the website review" Reigen mumbles something under his breath realizing some stuff.

"Well other than the strange massage, that I already anonymously exorcised" YN just stares at him "Well Mob did...But never mind that, I found out about a thing that might be my big hit"

"The one with missing cats," He says casually while he plays with his fries and tomato sauce drawing a penis.

YN's eyes widen "You can't be talking about the one at..."

"Tonkatsu prefecture"

YN almost spits out her drink "The manic town case with missing cats?"

"Wait mobs coming?" She says stunned, Reigen brushes her off and continues "Duh, as I was saying"

She quickly thinks about something "Doesn't your mom live nearby?"

"Yeah...I don't really talk to her anymore" He hesitates "She lives right outside of the border so she should be fine but that doesn't stop gossip from spreading across the small town. I'm leaving tomorrow actually, getting that cheap train fare and parent discount since Mob is coming-"

"No way his parents are okay with this"

"Surprisingly yes" YN contemplates calling CPS "And the lady who needs our service bought us an extra ticket on accident, so I was thinking...." Reigen draws more penises with the fry that has gone cold "If you wanted to tag along, just-saying-since-y'know-for-fun-and-stuff..."

YN smiles fondly and thinks Reigen is charming "I would.." She says then stops, her boss is making her do more things, what would he say about this? She could get fired and it all would be over. 

She doesn't know what-

Reigen interrupts "You don't have to come if you don't want to, I just don't want to waste the ticket"

"I would..really, just that-"

"And how did you even come to that intuition?"

"Your work" He  says placing his hand on his chin "I say to let your new employees handle themselves for one day, if they can't then they should get fired"

"I don't think how that works" If only it could be that easy "I would get fired"

"Not if you tell your boss that they should at least try to handle themselves for a day, he probably will agree since its part of the training manual"

"My gut obviously darling"

"My gut usually tells me I'm constipated but go on"

"You should see a doctor about it but don't you think it's pretty odd for a bunch of animals, especially cats disappearing, a list of missing people, and children cases"

"A doctor is too expensive, I rather explode. Even if you feel suspicious how are you even going to get past the border? They've got it on lockdown" She states nonchalantly.

"True but exploding doesn't sound fun, try Chinese medicine or something before it gets worse. That's right but you forgot one thing"

"I'll think about it and what thing?"

"I'm Reigen Arataka" He shoots up to his feet, then rummages through his first aid kit and hands her the medicine, which she gladly accepts.

YN grows fonder every second, every ounce of possible bullshit made her grow fonder. A feeling that she wants to repress, though she can't hide from how he glows "That sounds fun" 

"And?" She questions doubtfully.

"You underestimate me"

"I think I overestimate you"

"Sure you do" He chides "But seriously I have a plan"

"So.." He twiddles his fingers on the side of his pants nervously,  "Do you want to join us?" He asks again, even though it really isn't a question.

She blinks, genuinely taken aback by the request. So she sits a little straighter  "I'll try"

She meant it, she really will.

-

YN somehow managed to convince her boss to give her some time off in the middle of June, thank god she has four December holidays stockpiled.

They all sit on the train, Mob sitting next to YN before he stares at her hands.

Confused, she asked him "Is there something wrong?"

Mob glanced at her, his face calm but curious "Could I..hold your hand?"

Odd request.

But she agreed, she did recently cut her nails (she did an amazing job at getting the edges to be perfect)

Mob looks at Reigen and then back at YN “Huh, I never sensed this before”

Reigen, not missing a beat snorts “Her beefy hands?” 

YN just stars at him and nods her head back at Mob “I’ll take that as a compliment, I do lift boxes” she chuckles, damn her hands must be rough.

Mob holds her hands with a glimmer “Have you ever felt a connection to the ghost?”

“Not really no? Why do you ask?”

“It's just that" Mob grips hovers over her hand "I think feel a hint of psychic abilities within you”

“What?! No way, not even me- I mean” Reigen coughs in his sleeve “What does this mean?”

Spirits?

“Well, if Mrs.YN would allow me to awaken them, she could maybe see spirits”

What the hell?

Mob gently places his hands out for YN to grab, he whispers a little "strong rough hands" under his breath in amazement, YN has to control her giggles.

She dosent think for a minute before replying “Hell yeah”

“Heads up, you might be able to see the annoying green orb that gives me brain damage every week” Reigen says, Mob nods along.

“Green orb?”

“He means dimple, he’s not too bad once you know him.” He suddenly swats his ear "Shut the hell up, sheesh. Mob do your thing"

"Tell me if you feel anything" Mob says softly, YN nodded, the only thing she could focus now was his hands warming in her own— almost like his hands were a heat warmer.

The flowers grow in her eyes, and the feeling of Mob's gentle hands suddenly feel like there's a barrier between them.

Her pupils dilate a little when Mob lets go of the colors around her.

A hue of blue, she can actually see a blob of green in front of her whose picking its nose.

YN thinks she sees Mob scold the blob saying 'Dimple, don't pick your nose in front of people who can see you, it's rude'

Trying to play it cool, YN excuses herself to the toilet which earns a glance of concern from the two boys...and blob.

Once inside, she splashed cold water on her face, gripping the sink tightly.

She can actually…See them…

She walks back to her seat “You good?” Reigen questions.

She has never felt so elevated in my life.

Reigen could easily tell by the way her lips crinkled she was trying not to explode, she kept looking around the train to see if she could see more spirits (there were none other than dimple).

Dimple on the other hand was swirling around her head.

Mob even told Dimple to stop but YN said it was alright, taking in the wonder of the spirit.

Until she felt the urge to vomit.

The rest of the trip was spent in silence.

-

If only the silence could last.

"What the actual fuck do you mean the place is on lockdown and you conveniently decided to leave that part out" YN thinks she might pop a blood vessel.

Reigen huffs, turning to face the green blob "Dimple I told you this was meant to be a secret"

She turns to him unconvinced "How exactly do you have it covered dear 'Taka, do tell" Her voice filled with frustration at the sheer absurdity of the situation

Dimple just shrugs unapologetically  "What do you expect? Would you rather have her freak out here or in front of the officers"

"Officers? Yup alright" YN mutters, her blood pressure sure to spike "Yup alright, keep calm YN. I just need to get another ticket and leave-"

"Relax I've got it all covered" Reigen interrupts smoothly.

"So I'm going to jail for trespassing, child endangerment, and forgery? I skip work once and this is what I get"

Unbothered by her frustration, he calmly reaches for his luggage from above them, his confidence not faltering for even a second as he takes out a thick file from the bag "I've got these" 

YN blinks in disbelief for the second time today "Oh great a folder" YN deadpanned "The authorities will love that you organized their criminal activity the first one being trespassing with our names...God, they might charge us for child endangerment.."

"Please don't you think I've got it covered? I've got these documents" He smiles, then looks around sneakily and leans in to whisper "That I forged"

"I think you should have a little more faith in Shishou" Mobinterjected "If he messes up he'll promise to take the blame"

"Exactly Mob-"

"All the blame" Mob says suddenly intensely with purpose.

YN wonders if Mob was always intense.

Reigen sighs in defeat "Yes I'll take all the blame, happy now?"

"Not in the slightest" She dryly replies "But..... I trust you, so what's the plan?"

Reigen's smile was back, confidence oozing out of every pore "Just follow my lead"

She couldn't help but wonder how her mug shot would look.

-

Before YN could retort, an officer stepped in front of them "This area is strictly off limits" 

YN sends off any dignity she has because right now, she is going to give it her all "No babe you can't be serious"

"Oh I'm serious alright, our son is going to meet his grandma whether you like it or not"

"Sorry officer just give us another minute" YN says sweetly before pulling Mob gently to her "That woman was a horrible wench who disowned me and threw out everything I loved"

"I-"

"They were my limited edition ninja turtle figurines, you would know this if you actually paid attention to me instead of sitting on your lazy ass all day"

"Your mother was not the best I know but-"

"Wasn't the best is an understatement for what she did, ah the woman who hated me so much for dating you and having this child" She turns to Mob and pats his head "No offense sweety, I love you so much"

"She didn't want you to date me because..."

"Because what Howard" YN pressed, she didn't know how long she could keep this charade up.

"I-I'm" Reigen looks away ashamed "I'm...lactose intolerant"

"You can't be.."

The guard looks bewildered and gasps in the background "I am...Your mother was worried that my inability to consume dairy would affect your cooking skills or you might just kill me with the amount of cheese you would cook and feed me"

"But I made you an extra cheesy and creamy pizza yesterday with extra cream"

"I take medicine for it" Dimple quickly blows a gust of wind to the officer's face to distract him which gives YN enough time to poke her eye releasing tears.

"Of cancer, the foot type and it's the last stage" YN cries harder, she poked her eye too hard. 

"Honey...I didn't know.."

"I just... Loved you so much...As your mother did, she has been sending letters to you for years but since you just burned them she- I don't know had an intuition and found my office address and sent me a letter saying...she was dying"

"Oh ehm gee!"

From the corner of her hurt eye, she can see the officer sobbing with her "This is all so emotional, these documents seem somewhat feasible but don't bother about it right now j-j-just, one moment please" he runs to another officer to explain the sob story which ends up with them crying.

He hands YN flowers that seem like they've been freshly yet fiercely plucked from a bush of flowers "Please give these to her and enjoy your trip, if you guys need help or notice anything suspicious about the town don't feel worried to call us"

Dimple floats to YN "Damn I didn't know you were that good at acting"

She grins at him whipping her hair back "What can I say, I was a theater kid- Oh shit he's coming back"

The officer comes back a sniffling mess but hands YN and Reigen back the file "I just talked to my higher-ups and they gave you guys the green light" YN and Reigen thank the officer saying more things like 'YN's mother would be thankful' which leads to more sniffles.

A super buff security officer stops them in their tracks "I just checked with my superior and...." 

Before they can let out a sigh of relief an officer yells from afar "Hold on there just a minute!"

They were totally going to get thrown in jail.

They all hold their breath.

"He says to escort you guys personally"

YN's legs almost give up from the panic "Thank you..."

Once they get escorted to a local shop and leave Reigen melts on the floor, YN feels like she just done drugs and Mob is just devoid of emotions still processing what happened.

The officer gives her a nod "No worries ma'am, it's just that with the news about the disappearance and aerated water factory it can be dangerous if you and your family wander too close"

"Factory?" YN piqued in interest.

"Yeah" The officer replies, tone casual but there was something uneasy in his eyes "It was a factory near this church orphanage that produced aerated water in large quantities but got shut down after a while, but the factory was never destroyed, so it was just left to be abandoned. It doesn't stop punks from entering and getting themselves into trouble though"

YN nods "If I could ask, what type of accident?"

"It's alright" The officer replies even though his voice tightens, Reigen and Mob listening intently "Some kids were getting brave for their own good —one of them jumped into the pool of aerated water. The kid died on the scene even after resuscitation because rescuers had to fish him out from below"

"Was it that deep?"

The officer shook his head, eyes darkening "That's the thing ma'am, the kid was a national swimmer"

"Then why couldn't he swim up?" YN couldn't hold her curiosity, even though she was getting uneasy by the second.

The officer turns his gaze to her as they reach their stop "That's the thing about aerated water— you don't float. You sink"

Reigen instinctively starts to talk to Mob, talking louder to drown out the silence from the conversation.

-

Reigen heaves out a shaky breath "See I told you...I'm Reigen Arataka"

She looks at him panting "You...Definitely are"

“Are you the exorcist?” She asks peering through the tiny crack of the door cautiously.

YN grabs her stuff out of the taxi "Our old church..."

"A little shocked right? I feel you" He lugs his bag and knocks on the door, it takes a while for the person to open the door, probably peeping through the peephole to check before opening the door to reveal the nun.

She shakes off the feeling when the two are out of sight and quickly follows behind.

“Yes indeed we are" He replies smoothly "This is one of my old friends she’ll tag along if that's fine”

“Yes it is no bother, the pastor always said the more the merrier”

“Alright, so what's the problem?” She escorts Reigen around, YN can't help but let her hand run through one of the chairs that she used to sit in. The memories of being young and somewhat free make her heart thump a little.

“Ah, by the way, don't tell the pastor that…” She looks down and mutters something, Reigen tries to ask her to speak up but she’s muttering even softer. 

“I once tried telling the others about the oddness of it all, but they just called me deluded” Well maybe this lady was a little in YN’s mind.

So he bends down to her to hear her better, she seems alright with this “Don't let the pastor know you’re an exorcist please, calling an exorcist at a church is considered an omen of the devil”

“Oh, Uh, can do ma’am. You hear that Mob”

Mob nods, his eyes shifting left and right “Yeah, I can"

Reigen looked around to see if anyone was within earshot before speaking "You mentioned in the call, that the children here have always been tired but now more than before, right?" 

After all the random getting sick and stuff could be from a bunch of things that aren't spirits “Follow me to the back please, I told the others that I’ll make the dinner today so we could have some alone time”

“If you wanted alone time we could go to a coffee shop nearby,” Reigen says when they enter the kitchen.

“Actually most workers of the church are not to go outside unless for groceries and such”

“I see, anyways continue”

“The children in the church have been getting sick every month and we can't seem to see the problem, I tried to make them veggies for an entire month and disinfected the whole area as much as I could but…”

Sister Sana nodded, her features scrunching up from the memories "Yes, it usually fluctuates from time to time after the pastor prays for them but..." Her voice softened, and a small sniffle could be heard "..We almost lost one of the kids the other day"

Mob's eyes twitch ever so slightly, a flicker of anger and concern washing over his features.

YN thinks that the lady might be a little unhinged but Reigen is writing everything intently in his notebook, she peaks at it. 

Reigen catches his expression "Are they fine now?"

"Just barely..." She takes a deep breath to compose herself, then sighs shamefully  “They keep getting ill.....Well they always have been ill in a way..but now it takes a week for them to be in tip-top shape”

“If that's the case why won't the church close for the orphanage? Seems unsafe”

“We can't possibly do that, well the children do get better after a couple of days moreover some people of the town rely on the priest for healing - but it's what happens in between” She shudders “They go through so much pain in the time between, it's horrible but we get reporters and donations after, then they get better. It's strange, and I always hear creaks upstairs and the whisper of something oh it's horrible"

YN grabs the boy's shoulders gently to stop him. “Oi Mob, why are you spinning?” 

It's just a fat question, does this man know what's going on?

Reigen catches her glances and shuts his notebook “Mob do you sense anything?”

“Not really Shishou, but we should look around because I feel something..” Mob trails off turning in a full circle.

YN doesn't get what he means but she can already tell that it's going to be a hard job

“It's just" He stares out the window "I feel something everywhere and nowhere…I always feel like this with spirits but it's stronger but also not?” He paused, clearly struggling to put his thoughts together “I’ve been feeling this way since last week so I can't really tell the difference” Reigen nods at this looking around more.

“Odd” Mob does a final spin before speaking again "I can feel it everywhere but nowhere...It's all around me but at the same time...not?"

-

Upon arrival, YN didn't sense anything creepy about this place, only the lingering feeling of something that she shrugged off.

But now she’s certain, that something felt off with the building.

“Reigen…” she said worryingly "Can't Mob do his magic and get the spirit out of here like he did before?”

“Exorcise” He corrects then proceeds to walk forward “But no he can't, he needs to get really close and the spirit will know if something's up. It's already sketchy that we're here, to begin with”

Dimple pops behind YN, she feels the urge to smack the blob of gas if not for the fact he was made out of gas "It was my pride and joy"

“How do you know that?”

“Well, there was this cult near Mob’s place called ‘LOL’ or something, but Mob couldn't really exorcize it until he got close to it. And now we’re in a church so there's a bunch of other spirits so it's hard to tell which is which”

"He made some guy spit in my face," Mob says nonchalantly.

"What the hell Dimple"

"Hey-hey don't look at me like that, it was a…."

"But was the spitting necessary?"

Dimple just opted to fly closer to Mob instead of her, which was better anyway since his aura kind of tickled against her neck “Back on the topic on hand, I’m just going to assume that the spirit is as I hate to say this but” Reigen tries his best to muster out his next words “The spirit is as smart as Dimple”

“You prick! Did it really hurt your pride to call me smart” Dimple shouts, face scrunching up.

Reigen shrugs “Whatever we’re dealing with is definitely sentient and knows what it's doing”

YN feels a little out of place in the panning tao she does the next best thing, not helping "I guess I'll finish last week's sodoku in the-"

“And to think this guy started off by scamming people, he sure knows his spirits now”

Reigen turns to Dimple seriously “Shut up, we need to think logically” 

“Maybe if we survey the place for long enough we can catch it” Dimple says.

“Exactly, and once we do… Grab it, Mob what do you think?”

Mob shakes his head in agreement “Shishou is right, we need to be sure of it also in case we cause too much trouble”

"Yes but that's exactly why you and Dimple will be talking to the priest, you can definitely pull it off"

Reigen grape her shoulder pulling her back "Oh no you are helping"

YN groans "With what? don't you think that it'll be suspicious if were all huddled up together"

"Reigen I am not flirting with the priest"

"The one with the hot priest, Anthony Scott?"

"First of all why would your mind go there, secondly I think you're the best and also I don't want to do it"

YN groans but just nods because she doesn't know how to play sodoku, Reigen senses that she isn't too convinced so he adds "Fine, and also I've been watching a bunch Fleabag"

"Yes obviously him" Reigen says with so much offense and sass "Who else could play him he's- I'm getting distracted, let's go Mob"

Dimple scoffs and turns to YN "You watch shows with a hot priest and you're at church? I can see why you're interested in coming here instead of being home" YN sighs and smiles at the thought of Reigen finding the priest hot before mentally preparing herself.

-

The room has a yellow brooding hue with a hint of purple dusting the air if that was possible.

Probably.

She sneaks up behind him before coughing very nasally into her arm to get his attention “I am…Interested in donating” 

“Oh, why thank you, bless your heart” He smiles brightly ushering YN inside, and then sits down on the long chairs “Since you're new, do you have any questions?”

“Well technically speaking, I'm not new. I used to go here when I was younger”

“I never forget a face, what is your name?”

“YN, YN LN”

The pastor takes a moment to think then does a mini hop like a rabbit “Oh my have you grown, just look at you” He takes a closer look at her “You used to come here with three other friends did you not? You were all so adorable, other than your children playing tic tac toe with the handouts”

She laughs remembering some of it “Yeah, it was the good times. Speaking honestly, I was hesitant about coming back here” She doesn't know why she feels so open all of a sudden, this could be because finds comfort in talking about a time she was happy.

A small silence settles in, the pastor sighs “We can only hope for the best decisions” YN looks at the pastor to see what he means by that but she decides to stay silent when his face shows one of remorse, thinking to himself with deep grief - she regrets bringing the subject up.

“Really?”

“Well recently, there have been many missing cases, and it's not advised to cross the state, especially when there is a lookout team at the moment. I don't know how we managed to come here without trouble”

He stiffens at the mention of it while gripping tightly on his arm which looks like to is injured and is covered by a gold silklike cloth “Why yes… I’ve heard of those” 

A laugh interrupts the silence, it feels like the gloomy room is lit up without light.

“The children must be having fun”

“They seem to be, yes. They’re always running around causing a ruckus around here but in a way, I envy it”

“Envy?”

“I don't have a leg yet I’m faster than you, pick up the pace squirt”

“The joy in a sense do you not YN?” He turns the question back to her “-That was out of line for me”

Her answer is an immediate “Yes”

They both smile, knowingly.

“H-Hana, m-my stamin-a can't keep up with your whee-cha-chair”

YN bids goodbye to the pastor who just gives a fond smile as she rushes out to see what's going on outside.

What she saw was none other than a crime scene, a girl in a wheelchair laughing like a Disney villain and poor Mob on the floor hyperventilating.

YN quickly asks him if he needs an inhaler which he replies “I’m super weak an old lady even beat me in running” 

To which the girl in the wheel-chair, howled with laughter clutching her stomach.

Once Mob calmed down Hana (wheel-chair girl) passed him a bottle of water “I still can't believe an old lady beat you, you're so freaking funny”

Mob turns to YN for help for a reply and she just shrugs “She….was really fast…”

It was so contagious that YN let herself laugh a little until the girl fell out of her wheelchair, Mob ran to her assistance which she accepted wobbly from laughter.

“Sure sure bowl-cut boy and I was speeding my way to victory. Maybe you're the grandma”

“I am clearly a boy”

“No but- I’m going to die” The girl indeed looked like she was going to die from how red her face was getting, she kept laughing.

The laughter was cut sharp when Hana spoke "So now that I've proven how much better I am compared to this chump, can I help you defeat the demon that you're here to exorcise"

YN wouldn't be shocked if she was, wait maybe she might be one.

YN feels a light thump on her chest, looking around for anybody overhearing them "Whaaaaaaa? Us exorcist? At a church? Mob will you get a look at this fool?"

Mob nods his head rapidly but also shakes it, agreeing and also disagreeing to not be rude to both of them "Not a fool but I agree, I agree"

Hana sighs and points at YN "Sure, now why are you here sneaking around the blond dude who is definitely not your husband after you said to the receptionist you guys were?"

"Well because we c-"

She shushes YN up with her hand "Sure lady, I'm sure during the lockdown where cats and some adults go missing is a good sign to come here to visit your fake mother"

YN and Mob just stare and gulp "You caught us, are my acting skills that bad?"

She looks at Hana who rubs her head in shock "Not gonna lie, I just guessed this so it's glad to know I have great intuition. I must be a psychic or something"

Before YN could say more she noticed Reigen discretely not so discreetly waving his hand to signal them to him.

"But why not?" YN cant slap a child but might be able to explode one with her brain. Hana kept being persistent with YN running out of excuses to come up with when suddenly, shockingly Mob spoke up.

"As much as I love this little thing that's happening-"

Hana stops YN from talking again, this reminds her of her office but she doesn't feel like slapping anybody "I know you guys are going to defeat the cool demon, can I come?"

"First no we are not going to the demon and secondly even if we were no way we're bringing you" YN says slightly sternly as she would be with Sherman.

“No, you can't help” Mob says with the voice she uses when she scolds the interns.

“What? Why not Shigeo” She crosses her arm across her chest.

“It's going to be dangerous”

“Oh I see what you're doing here”

“What am I doing? I'm standing still-”

“You think I can't do it because I don't have a leg! You're an ableist, I knew it”

“What? W-WHO”

YN walks over to Reigen who has gotten tired from looking like a creep behind the tree, tilting her head to whisper to him “Do you think we should step in?”

Do all children know how to gaslight?

Angel's wings appear on his head before she sees devil horns “Nah not yet, I wanna see what happens” They both grin watching Mob stumble over his words, Dimple eats some popcorn he found in the trash and watches from the distance.

“I am not an ableist, i-i just think you-”

She shoots him a peace sign, pulling on her eye “Just kidding”

Mob feels his psychic level go up, he has never felt so….. many emotions "If you let me finish…” he inhales “I don't want you to get seriously hurt if anything happened”

"So let me come along, I clearly beat you in a race so I can hold my ground. Are you calling me weak?"

"That's not what I meant"

"What did you mean then?"

Reigen claps his hands together finally deciding to cut in before his student destroys the whole church by exploding. When Mob struggles again YN interviens "What he's trying to say, Hana, this is a super top-secret mission"

"That makes me want to join more" She whines back.

"Which is another reason why you can't come along" This time puts a firmer face "Please?" 

Hana and him have a staring competition which ends with Mob in tears.

Mob rubs his eye before his face goes back to normal 

“You really care about this mission going well not to include me?”

“I think I do care if you get hurt, well anyone. I want to make sure we can race again and I'll beat you in a race”

Hana stops talking, Mob didn't know it was possible “Don't go saying stuff like that…!” She throws a water bottle from the side of the wheelchair with her red face and rolls away so fast Mob couldn't see if she turned left or right.

"Okay.....Well Reigen" YN says folding her arms "Would you like to enlighten us on what we're supposed to do"

Reigen just snickers "Ah Mob I always knew you had a thing with that Teru kid but I didn't know you were a ladies' man"

Mob looks at Reigen like he wants to both go into a shell and strangle Reigen for saying anything.

"Oh right, okay listen up team. While you guys were slaking off" Mob looks at Reigen again who coughs "I might have found something. Remember the nun that hired us?"

"What about her?"

"She started making grammatical mistakes but not the normal kind" He says lowering his voice like he was revealing a grand conspiracy.

"Uh-huh" YN replies unimpressed  "And how does this help?"

"Just wait!" Reigen says holding up a finger "I was walking around and got hungry so I ate my jelly—"

"Of course you were" YN muttered. 

Reigen quickly grabs her arm to stop her from walking away "Listen there's more! Her eyes. There was definitely something in them"

"—And I saw her walking around. I was about to ask her something before she just stopped walking"

"What a weirdo" Dimple says, YN swats him "Shh"

"Anyways she just looked at my hand and walked away even after I called after her. I might have pissed her off"

"Oh gosh what did you do"

"I might have touched her shoulder that was sticky with jelly juice?"

YN groans "Great, so we have a nun that's pissed at you because you touched her shoulder with sticky jelly juice. Let's just go apologize and get this over with"

Mob nods understanding what's going to happen calmly.

"Like conjunctivitis?" YN replies, confused about the relevance.

"Like something swimming in them, she apologized later but something's definitely up"

YN lets out a sigh "So what's the plan?"

"I'm working on it" He replies, clearly winging it.

-

Back in the mini cabin near the church Sister Sana rented out for them, YN took a step outside to take a breather. 

After all, she was going to talk to her tommorow.

She hears someone open the balcony door and sit next to her “You okay?” It's Reigen.

“Why wouldn't I be”

“You're staring at a dead lizard”

“Well go ahead and ask”

“That I am..” She watches a group of red ants slowly but uniformly make their way to the dead lizard .”What else can I do to mentally prepare myself to talk with a maybe possessed nun?" 

“I'm not the best at comfort but-”

“It's nothing, I mean now that I say nothing it has to be something” YN looks at Reigen like he’s about to walk away the moment she speaks when he won't, Reigen just grabs a bag of chips and opens it for both of them to share “We got all night”

“I don't want to keep you up though”

“You won't, I forget it's not good to smoke before sleeping plus” A soft gust of wind blows in the air, it smells like trash but they don't move “Mob’s sleeping and coping somehow…I wanted to kill time quietly” He wiggles his leg over the balcony “Any hot gossip?”

“Like I have drama in my life” She scoffs “You know what. Talk about yourself, the exorcism thing I saw that day, was the only ‘dramatic’ thing that happened in my life”

"Okay let me think" She looks at Reigen for a moment "I never came around to ask but do you have hearing aids now?"

"Oh you noticed" He says playing with his hearing aid on his left ear "I've had it for over a year"

"What happened?"

"Some explosion, I'm lucky I'm only deaf in my left ear. Somehow my right side is completely fine"

"Thats good- Wait a minute, explosion? Are you referring to the terrorist attack with the whole broccoli?"

"Uhm hehe" He coughs into his hands "Okay next question"

Choke.

YN stares him down before giving up “How did you and Mob meet?”

He thinks for a moment, and smiles fondly “Well I and Mob have been together for a long time, we met when I was about to close the shop. Sometimes I think he’s an angel like I believe in. But in a way, he’s made me a better person”

“Really? Well you have always been a good person, to me at least”

Look.

Swallow.

Realize that was gross.

That was what Reigen did in that specific order.

YN quickly hands him water, he wipes his mouth looking away before saying anything more because he could implode at any moment “You…I haven't been the best, trust me. He could turn an angel into a better person"

YN suddenly feels her heart relax after a couple of minutes of silence.

“Yes YN, one hundred times seriously” 

“This has to be my favorite way to spend my yearly break” Thinking about it more, it seems a little depressing she adds “Usually I just wallow in my bed or work part-time jobs”

“That sounds hard”

“Eh, it pays bills”

“Don't you have friends”

“Of course I do” Reigen says confidently while sweating.

“Well, do you?”

“Well…If you ever feel- I don't know, feel bored? I don't know, I'm bored. You can visit us and watch Mob do his psychic stuff”

YN looks at him, Reigen sees something in YN's eye, and it's definitely not conjuntivities “Are you serious?”

He sees stars and answers her “Serious for reals”

“Serious serious?” Her heartbeat quickens, is he doing it out of pity?

“No seriously I don't want to—” She doesn't actually care because Mob is cool but is so unsure.

Reigen shoves her to the side gently with his elbow “Tagging along doesn't really distract Mob, to be honest. He likes showing off a little, little rascal and keeps getting more confident by the day. With you around, he could even get better and learn new tricks”

“You think so?”

“You question my judgment a lot”

“I mean…” YN laughs, she misses him. His hair looks like it never aged, she can’t stop smiling so she turns away to look at something else “Nevermind, thank you. I’m happy to be with you again”

Mob’s silent snores can be heard from the room, it must be getting cold in there considering they left the balcony door open. Reigen suddenly seems to change in demeanor, “YN, can I be frank”

Well, that was sudden “Uhmm, sure?”

“Why did…” He wanted to say it, yell it “You did not change your clothes? You've been in those disgusting things the whole day, you might wake Mob up from the smell” 

She was already making her way to the shower room.

YN faltered backward on her palms face changing from nervous, to shyly pissed.

“W-what? I already took a shower asshole, there's a drain below us. When did you get so rude,”

Reigen raises his hands to the side “Well, sorry if I can't stand to smell your stench” YN will have to hold her punch for another day.

“I…am going to sleep, you should take a shower….you’re shoulder kinda smells like rotten milk”

“What?!”

Reigen sniffed himself, he does kinda smell like it.

He has a faint smile on his lips as he replays the conversation that they just had, which for some reason kept him in a dream-like trance as he stares of into the distance.

-

The next day YN wants to chicken out when she reaches the hall but Reigen just shoves her in and leaves with a thumbs up.

Talk about an asshole.

She slowly enters the main hall, nervous, and notices someone arguing "Lead...you'll...fine" 

Something falls and suddenly Sister Sana appears, her face looking paler and paler.

Like a rotting corpse.

"Uh, Sister Sana are you feeling well?"

She just stands at the doorway, her hands twitching.

Sister Sana kept stepping back until YN stopped her holding her shoulders to stop her, that might have been a bad idea because her hands tingled, and feels a shiver up her spine like something was crawling up her back.

"No fine, you want to come in?"

"Yeah no worries I'll help if needed" Before she actually goes in she steps forward reluctantly making YN take a step back.

YN signals to Reigen and Mob.

Mob emerges and yanks YN's body away.

She stumbles before finding her footing and rushing over to Reigen "What the plan?!" 

YN blinks trying to keep up "An opening for what?"

Reigen, who was hiding behind a chair, yanks   YN down before she could get hit with any of the ruble that were being thrown around by Mob "Funny thing, I don't" He looks over to the side before YN could lecture him "We could play conga with her"

"I swear to God if you're making a joke right now" YN is so close to strangling him.

"Wait, shut up and listen!" He cuts her off frantically "She’s not moving much, just standing in one spot. That gives us an opening"

He points to the ropes that hang on the sides of the curtains "You grab the left and I'll grab the right and on my mark throw it to me ’ll soak it in the holy water I—acquired—from a very reliable source, and then we’ll give her a good old-fashioned holy Molotov with wet ropes"

YN stares, torn between bewilderment and the urge to smack him.

She nods her head and makes it toward the other side of the room.

He could have exploded her arm, inflate it a little, Mob thinks - but he couldn't go with the plan, throughout this whole fight he’s just trying to leave as little damage to the church and try not to hurt her and the building too much.

“YN?!” Reigen shouts from the other end when Mob takes a longer time to get up.

“I’m working on it, give me a minute shit” Her hands still knotting the ropes, and sister Sana slams her hand on Mob who gets up and deflects it.

YN throws Reigen the rope she’s tied from the curtains, all that scout training was useful in the end. 

Once that was done she ran and called for Reigen “Catch!” She throws the ball through her chest at him, he grabs it. Mob, who is still blocking the majority of the attacks is faltering “Mob jump!” He jumps and YN and Reigen run through her with the rope making her fall.

She's knocked out.

so much for leaving as little damage.

"Mob! Reigen are you" His hands are scratched when he gets up  "Yup I'm fine, ouch" YN grabs him and runs to hide behind a box "Are you okay?" 

"I'm...I think I should be fine- Shit you're bleeding" He has to hold her a little "Am I? Ow...Where's Mob? ow" She says moving her head to look for him but the more she moves the more the headache builds.

As if on cue Mob emerges from the ruble and Reigen grabs YN carefully in case he jostles her too much "Shit he might lose control, YN I-"

"Don't get mad"

"Mad why would I-"

YN whips out holy salt that was acquired from one of Reigens notorious rivals.

-

He would throw a tantrum if not for the situation, he thinks for a moment thinking of a solution before speaking "There are kids in the other building, you need to move them out of here to the playground or something in case it collapses" He quickly instructs her.

She nods immediately and hands the salt to him "Goodluck"

When she said she wanted excitement, she did not mean trying to save kids from an almost collapsing church.

The kitchen with all of the children was the opposite of what she expected considering the ruble and stuff, they seemed to be enjoying it.

That was before a large chunk of the ceiling almost squashed a kid.

"Children I've come to rescue you so if you all could just not-" 

"The end of the world is here, the priest did always say God hated orphans, we're all orphans!" The girl who almost got squashed yells out, what do they teach orphans?

"...Scream, single file I need at least twenty of your short heads to go. Now!"

YN grabs the little kids and alerts the other nuns and workers in the building to grab the infants. 

"Nineteen...Who else is" She looks around the room to hear the lack of a nagging voice "Oh God, Hana?! Is Hana here?" Everyone looks around in a blurred motion, all too shaken up.

YN quickly rushes back inside the building.

"Hana?! Hana-" YN hears a faint voice, and she runs towards it.

"Why are you even here?" YN says frustrated as she carries her out of the building, the ground shakes again.

She shouts again, it's like playing marco polo before YN sees her wheelchair tipped sideways on the floor with scratches on her arm "Are you okay?"

Hana looks up giving her a hopeful look before quickly switching her personality "My entire arm hurts but I found out about the super evil sister nun that I didn't know about, talk about a plot twist with no build-up"

She takes that as a yes.

"Well, I sort of didn't listen to Mob and spied around a little and found out some stuff" YN is too worried to get mad before she remembers "Jelly?"

She sets Hana down and looks back to the scene where everything is happening.

The aura thickens for a moment and a burst of light shines through that no one can seem to see.

YN quickly rushes back to the building to only see Reigen beside Mob asking if he's okay and a tied-up nun with salt in her hair.

She thinks she heard Reigen cuss out a small "Damn that bastard makes some good holy salt"

Reigen and Mob notice her and wave her down.

'Damn It, I missed all the good fighting stuff"

YN rushes towards them kneeling to check on Mob, he seemed alright and she ruffled his hair with a relieved smile.

Then she checks on Reigen whose face is scratched up, she punches him lightly "How the hell are we going to explain to the authority that we visited my 'mom' and accidentally destroyed a building?"

"The authorities?" Reigen echoed, wincing as he touched one of the scratches on his face.

"That little stunt caused a mini earthquake, did you guys know that Hana somehow helped us indirectly?" She replies half amused and half annoyed. 

"Uhm no? Maybe this spirit hates it, but it's pretty odd for a spirit to reveal itself as she did. It looked like she was so repulsed by it, which is weird considering she kills cats - she's pretty stupid"

"Huh?" Sweet Mob asks "I told her not to help"

"Well she did, apparently our little spirit here hates jelly- Hey dimple, do you hate jelly?"

Mob tugs on YN's shirt gently "I can fix the building" Before she could reply, the building was repairing itself.

YN would faint if not for the fact they still needed to deal with Sister Sana being tied up on the floor.

"But you have the wr-"

Speaking of the 'devil' she stirs awake seemingly unaware of what happened "W-why am, please its all a misunderstanding"

Reigen glooms over her "Sure it is lady, you called us and got us looking but you didn't think we would find you, HAH"

Reigen stepped forward, trying to remain nonchallant to explain the situation to the priest who was still confused "It's not, well it kind of is but you need to be-"

The priest rushes in a panic "Are you guys alright?! I just saw the children outside, I was just visiting neighbors before I felt the earthquake hit- Why is sister Sana tied up in a ring of salt, please tell me this isn't a ritualistic-"

There is a very pregnant silence between everyone, thank God the building was fixed before he rushed in.

Sister Sana struggles with her bounds, her face losing color and her face looking fainter as the second goes on.

The priest notices and rushes to aid, face filled with only urgency.

She shakes her head and looks over to YN "Please you've got it all wrong"

The three of them—YN, Reigen, and Mob—could only stand there, frozen in their awkwardness. YN couldn't help but think, Why isn't he throwing her to jail or something? Or at least tell the police about it, but maybe since they're in a church he's being forgiving.

He takes a deep sigh, Sana continues to struggle "I forgive you, Sana"

"What? N-no, you-"

He kneels down to her level "I said I forgive you, sister, in these trying times I feel like we could resort to anything" Sana struggles on her bounds but stops when the priest holds her hands remorsefully while looking down "Relax, you don't have to worry anymore" She falls limp in his arms "I'll protect you"

But for real, this woman has probably killed so many cats and people. 

Then again, if he forgives her, it's whatever.

The three of them can only stand awkwardly watching the ordeal.

"There is no place for an exorcist in this place but...On this very special occasion, I guess I could let it slide, just this once. I heard you helped with the orphans YN and Reigen, thank you"

"It's no problem" Reigen replied quickly forcing a smile.

The priest ponders for a second "I must say, I'm surprised the building looks almost brand new considering the children said the building was falling and Hana's scratches" He side-eyes them, clearly skeptical.

Mob nods furiously at this.

They all laugh nervously at this, YN cleared her throat  "About that, there was an earthquake that caused-"

"A huge one!" Reigen interrupts, a little too loud.

The priest nods and looks at sister Sana's limp body on his lap before he scratches his arm once more before appearing calmer.

He winks at them "Don't worry I'll keep your secret" He gently picks up sister Sana "I think I'll take it from here, just make sure the children are okay before sneaking out, alert an ambulance if you can"

YN doesn't fail to notice the increased red blotches on the priest's robe, seemingly getting bigger "Are you okay though Pastor?"

The priest's expression twisted for a fleeting moment into something like fear before he quickly shook his head, smiling again "Must have been from the earthquake, the stitches must have opened up again" He takes a breath "I'll handle the authorities, in the meantime, I think you children should skadalde out of here - I'm sure the police won't do well when they hear someone didn't go visit their grandmother's place"

"How did you-"

"A friendly cop was sobbing holding a bush knocking on everyone's door because 'a blond man and his partner are visiting someone who has cancer' so I'm guessing my wild guess is correct?"

YN gapes at this, the sides of her mouth twitching "Spot on.."

They nod without making a fuss, Reigen sends a bird to call the paramedics to the room to alert them before leaving.

As they make an exit to the back door YN feels something creep up on the back of her neck, she rubs it to check before shrilling silently.

Reigen turned towards her trying to shush her before he shrilled with her, only he wasn't as quiet as her.

"Oh my god Mob do something, it so ew, ew ew ew ew!"

She frantically slaps her neck, feeling it crawling "Get it off! Get it off!"

Mob calmly removes the centipede, gently plucking it from her neck, as it floats the dread in YN's face only grows  "Is that a—?"

"Gross it's a centipede," Dimple says with a disgusted expression before slurping the offending creature "There, problem solved"

Mob looks at Dimple with horror "Dimple, that's disgusting"

YN looked like she was about to faint while Reigen was leaning on a tree to try not to.

While the adults who seemed to be on the verge of a full mental breakdown over a bug, Mob and Dimple navigate the two to a secluded area to pull themselves together before slipping past security to the nearest train station.

"Close, but it's to always collect your deposit!"

Reigen heaves a breath and looks at Mob "So Mobbu, what have you learned from today's job?"

Mob thought for a moment, expression serious "Not to trust nuns"

-

The ride home is surprisingly relaxing after everything that went down.

Well, it's mostly because everyone was tired.

YN looks out the train's window to enjoy the view while she can, there's only so many things you can look at in a city “I can't believe I used my weekend for this, I'm going to be so behind at work”

“You sure have a lot to be worrying about on a weekend” Reigen says opening his onigiri he got at FamilyMart.

“Yeah, it sucks balls” She agrees but then shakes her head “But actually scratch that, I don't think I would have a better use of it”

“I mean what would you do, if not for work?”

“I don't know, maybe catch up on a show and write-” Oh she let that slip out.

He wishes he could have said goodbye to Hana, YN reassured him that she was fine with minor scratches.

“You write?"

“Well not really, it's just something I do in my free time”

“Oh well, I hope it goes well. I tried writing a book once" He swats his hand raising his brows "Did not go well”

“He made mob write the whole thing”

“Dimple!”

“You what?”

“Well….it was uhm…you see….”

“Mrs.YN it was kinda fun actually so I didn't mind all that much” Mob defends.

“You trying to make him your slave? Mob if this bad man hurts you, I won’t hesitate-”

“I am not abusing my power! I even give the kid extra pork slices-”

“Sure you do” 

Mob just leans on YN’s shoulder blushing as Reigen and her argue, Dimple seemingly also feeling tired rested on Mob's lap. 

Mob also notices that YN tends to move more when she smiles similarly to Reigen when he gets money from customers, is she happy now?

He hopes she can be happy.

YN smiles and rests her hands on her chin, the scenery outside is nice.

She should do this more often.

-

They all reach home, Mob agrees to do another job which in return for a raise and a week off work.

“Weird that we both beat up a nun?” He jokes.

They somehow ended up talking about their moms when Reigen made a 'Your Mom' joke “Yeah, I don't live with her anymore. What about your mom?” YN says.

“Pretty much the same, don't talk to her much these days”

“We have that in common, it's weird” 

“Weird that I can speak to you again” YN says seriously.

Reigen is a little shocked about this but relaxes “Yeah, I guess”

“Come along with me then” YN feels like he's trapped even though he isn't holding her.

Reigen looks at his watch, it's only 4:30 in the afternoon so he grows some balls and asks “Are you bored?”

YN checks her phone, she left Sherman with her boss at the library and is only supposed to pick him up in late evening “Yeah I guess, I have another day off"

She steps forward, Mob is buying a snack with Dimple.

"What? Come where?"

"Anywhere" He hovered her hand as if he was asking for permission - YN wasn't sure if he pitied her, but right now. 

This was Reigen, asking for her hand. 

Someone wants her company.

She grabs him back, gripping him tighter.

Her heart burns.

It hasn't burnt in a long time.

"Anywhere.." with you "sounds nice"

She lets them go after, but the smiles never leave their faces that day.

Consumption 0%

a/n THANK YOU FOR READING,,, this is actually part of my fanfic that i have been working on for ages and also im trying to feed the Reigen 2024 drought that the fandom is experiencing.

[w1tchcr4ftt]

Making a new meet the artist type thing bc I feel I should!

Most important stuff!

More info under cut!

Hallo welcome to my big ol' post of stuff about me!

Notes before you come check my stuff out-

-IM A MINOR

-I'm neurodivergent and tend to panic a bit! I'm usually okay with tones so I may not use tone tags! Let me know if you need them

-I tend to be sarcastic a lot! Don't take anything I say to heart unless I say explicitly otherwise

-My hyperfixations change day to day! dont expect just one fandom on here

-I go offline for days on end sometimes sorry about that!

-My dms and asks are usually always open!

-I talk in my tags. Like a lot. Its usually just afterthoughts but if you wanna read them go ahead

Heres some of my DNI's

Anti lqbtq+, racist, ableist, etc... you get the gist why are you here anyways?

I'm a minor so 18+ content interaction is a no for me

Pedos, zoophiles, anybody like that why tf are you even here go away

people who make political stuff

there is more but these are my mains! Please be careful here keep this hellhole sane :}

Now- for my ever changing fandoms

(I'll bolden my current hyperfixations!)

Splatoon

Regretevator

Buckshot Roulette

Thats not my Neighbor

Most ARGs/Analog horrors

Fnf

She-ra

The owl house

Hphm (Still hate JKR)

Scratchin' Melodii

Tadc

ramshackle

phighting

SCP

lackadaisy

the lost boys

Cotl

Ihnmaims

stardew valley

pokemon

animal crossing

Ut/Dr

Inside out 1/2

Abigail (2024)

Dandy's world

Ooblets

Zenless zone zero

Zipped up

Schoolbus Graveyard

Fairly Oddparents

LoreFi

Run 3

Super doomspire

Warrior cats

Parappa the rapper

Bistro Huddy

Twomp

Blocktales

Mouthwashing

[astralwaifu]

Hi! Hi! Hi!!!

Remember me? It's the one who encouraged to do the genshin character compatibility trend i have been dying to do! Unfortunately, i couldn't find the person who i saw started this trend so here i am in your ask box doing this. So i guess you know how this thing works- like you send three characters to see your compatibility with, and then you send a little bit of info about yourself such as personality and hobbies. I love that trend so much and as much as i wanna stay sane, i wanna know if my favorites will actually match or vibe with me ehehehehe-

So anyways! Let's start!!!

Characters : Pantalone, Venti, and Diluc!!! My favorites!!!

Apperance (ft. Picrew) :

About me : So technically, i am currently a drained out student (and help me school starts soon), but i am studious and hardworking! My problem is, i cannot seem to focus on one topic at a time and i ended up forgetting things. I don't socialize much, yet i would always greet people with a smile. But i never had anyone else to share what i have on my mind (usually books and my own ideas) and i tend to overshare and sometimes change the topic that it gets all too confusing. I only have two hobbies, reading and listening to music. And i pretty much wanna stay indoors all the time and then be alone in a pretty, fairy-tale like place in nature sometimes. I am very much clingy, and somewhat get attached way too easily. And yes i do require headpats and cuddles because i never got any affection. And i get easily irritated and when i am pissed i get too far, sometimes. Yet i just want cuddles and affection because i am lonely, lol. Oh and i love stuffed animals and books and sweet-scented perfume as an addition. Also i have a fear of spiders, i pray at least someone can get rid of them for me. That is all ✨️✨️✨️

Author’s note: Heyya! Sorry it took a couple days, I got my nails done and can’t type as fast as before! We changed Pantalone with Welt from HSR, because for some unknown reason I can’t write him. Anywaaay, I hope you’ll enjoy this! Sending all my hugs to u. <3

Venti

I have a strong feeling that his outer persona is your inner one, so you sort of complete eachother in a way none of you really expected.

Although it would take a while to get used to his extrovert self, since you seem to be pretty much introvert, the moment you decide you are comfortable enough you’ll see a big change. Meaning - EXPECT UNENDING AFFECTION AND CUDDLES!!!

I swear Venti wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you - always needs to give you reassurance and to have you close to him. Would totally do the thing where he squeezes your hand three times to silently tell you he loves you.

Would show you the most beautiful views in Mondstadt, he knows every place worth seeing and knows which one will leave you absolutely breathless.

Whether you like it or not, he will sing to you all the time. You like a certain song? Expect to hear to it singed by Venti for the next two weeks, until you physically can’t listen to it anymore.

A small issue would be that he constantly need to be around people, to interact and be present, which you’ll find a little tiring. Loves to annoy you too so he could get a reaction out of you. Don’t worry tho, he will never cross your boundaries!

Overall, on a scale from one to ten, I’d give your compatibility an 8.5 .

Diluc

The moment I finished reading about you I immediately thought that Diluc is the one.

It’s just that the two of you are fairly similar, both in the way you are around others (although you are quite a pleasant presence, Diluc is just more grumpy) and in the way you share the same wish in your heart - to be loved by someone, held amd cherished despite your flaws.

And I can say that the two of you do a pretty good job at that. Main love language between you is physical touch, since both of you are touch starved. When you are around others PDA is kept to the minimum, but when the two of you are alone HE WILL BE ON YOU ALWAYS! Holding your hand absolutely everywhere you go in the Dawn Winery and around its domain, random back hugs and normal hugs, headpats whenever he sees you around the house.

Also kisses on the crown of your head and forehead (they are Diluc’s favourite form of intimacy), which make you feel so special and seen.

He will always find time for you despite his busy schedule. His favourite activity together is reading in silence next to eachother, shoulders touching, but each doinh his own thing. He is the type of person that would put your legs over his during this to help you sitt mor comfortable. You will absolutely fall asleep in his lap like that.

Carries you to bed when that happens - no one can change my mind !!!

The two of you strike me as that couple that doesn’t really fight and not because you ignore your problems. You really don’t have reasons to fight.

Did I mention you will never have to worry about bugs again? :)

He is THE MAN - 10/10 compatibility.

Welt

Loves to take care of you in any possible way he can. Mans just trying to make you feel as safe and as comfortable as he can. He loves you too much to have you feeling bad about yourself or lonely.

Indulges in all your little habits such as going rants whenever you find something you love. He’s listening to every word carefully, absorbing information. You will maybe think he doesn’t care, but in the next couple days you will find a lot of things related to your new book or idea in your room on the Astral Express.

He’s more mature and a big stand-offish, so expect cuddles only when you request them or really really need them. Doesn’t really initiate this kind of things. You will however have your hand held and head pat by him at all times.

Saved you more than once from Himeko’s bad tasting coffee.

His main love language would be quality time, you will find yourself sitting next to him anytime, anywhere, each doing his own thing.

Whenever the Astral Express stops on a new planet for a trailblazing expedition, he will take you on cute dates and a walk in the nature.

He gives me a 7 vibe. Maybe 7.5-8.

And little note to u : all of them would find you absolutely beautiful because, honestly, who wouldn’t?

[lilapplesheadcannons]

A life of service and compassion

Wen Ning always felt slightly irrationally guilty staying home on a Monday morning. Somewhere in his subconscious, a voice that was suspiciously similar to Qing-Jie's called him a bum, but he was determined to enjoy every moment of the golden period that was summer break. It was a particularly glorious day today. The sunshine entered through their living room window and coloured their ancient beaten down wood furniture in a deep honey colour. The air smelled of butter and fresh pancake, remnant of their breakfast. For the next couple of hours, until he had to help granny making lunch, he had nothing to do. So he grabbed Jie's stethoscope and decided to listen to their cat Zombie's stomach. It was safe. Jie has just returned from a night shift and would be dead to the world for the next 8 hours.

Zombie's stomach gurgled away happily. It sounded like all the mice and lizards and roaches inside were having a very animated debate. Wen Ning was jolted out of his reverie by an impatient horn outside. Glancing down from the window, he wasn't surprised to see the battered jalopy. Wei Wuxian was madly grinning from the driver's seat as he waved him to come downstairs. Wen Ning suddenly had the premonition his Monday just got very interesting!

Wen Ning found out Wei Wuxian wasn't the only occupant of his car. Jiang Cheng was sulking with his arms crossed in the front passenger's seat. In the backseat, Nie HuaiSang looked mildly lost and confused like he didn't quite know where he was or how he got there.

"What is going on?"

Wei Wuxian smiled his most persuasive smile. This should have been a warning sign. "Good morning to you, too. We have a favour to ask."

Wen Ning considered turning back and running inside. He was 17. Jie can and will still whoop his ass if he got arrested or, even worse, dead.

Jiang Cheng snorted loudly, "You are scaring him!"

Wei Wuxian waved his arms wildly, "It's nothing serious, really. You know Jie went on her honeymoon last month. She asked us to keep an eye on her flat. She is coming back this afternoon. The problem is, we have plain forgotten..."

"You have forgotten! Don't blame me!"

Wei Wuxian turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng, "Why haven't you gone to look after it then?"

Jiang Cheng's frown somehow managed to deepen, but he remained silent. Wei Wuxian turned back to look at Wen Ning placatingly, "Well, we need to make sure the flat is clean and not broken into and... stuff. Do you want to come along?"

Wen Ning asked cautiously, "Why would I want to come clean your sister's flat?"

Wei Wuxian started to persuade him in his gentlest voice, "You know how much Jie likes you. She made sure to serve your favourite lobster in her wedding. Do you really want her to return to a dusty flat after a month away? Besides, think of this as showing kindness, your act of good deed."

Nie HuaiSang spoke dreamily from his seat, "A generous heart, kind speech, and a life of service and compassion are the things which renew humanity."

Wei Wuxian nodded vigorously, "Yeah, that too!"

Wen Ning considered his options. If he was a sane, sound minded person, he would stay away from the three dukes of hazards. But when had he claimed to be sane? Besides, he did feel endebted to Jiang Yanli. The lobster was indeed divine. He couldn't have it on his conscience if he unleashed the trio in her flat unsupervised. Yanli might return to a crime scene instead.

He nodded and got in the backseat beside HuaiSang.

In 15 minutes, they were inside Yanli's flat. There was very little to do, in fact. Yanli has left the place immaculate. HuaiSang plopped down on the couch.

"Why did you sit down?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Doesn't look like there is anything to do," Wei Wuxian ran a finger across the mantlepiece and looked visibly crestfallen at how clean his finger came out. "Not even dust."

Wen Ning tried to console him, "Well, it was a close flat. Maybe we can just air the rooms and leave."

Wei Wuxian argued, " But I will feel so bad if I left without doing anything. How about this? See that throw rug? It must be dusty. Let's vacuum it."

"You can't leave well alone, can you?" Jiang Cheng growled. But Wei Wuxian has already made his way to the supply closet and was pulling out an ancient gigantic vacuum cleaner. He plugged it in and pushed the power button, but nothing happened. In a typical Wei Wuxian manner, he tried to shake the vacuum. Jiang Cheng leapt forward to help or at least hit Wei Wuxian twice with the nozzle. It was a skirmish that suddenly resulted in the vacuum to start with a menacing growl. But instead of vacuuming, it started to regurgitate. Within a blink, the living room was covered in a dust storm.

After the four emerged, coughing and spluttering, the flat looked distinctly like the Sahara desert. There was inch deep dust on every surface. Dust swirled in the stagnant air. Both Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng looked like commandos wearing face paint.

"See what have you done, you imbecile!" Oddly enough, it was the ever-placid HuaiSang who screamed.

Wei Wuxian scrstched his head thoughtfully, "Hm, that was very unexpected."

Unexpected indeed! Yanli would blow an aneurysm if she saw her precious flat in this state.

Jiang Cheng spat bitterly, "Well, now you can vacuum until the end of the world."

Wei Wuxian rejectedly picked up the vacuum cleaner, then put it back fown and announced, "I am starving."

Wen Ning grabbed Jiang Cheng before he could murder Wei Wuxian on the spot.

HuaiSang had dusted a perch for himself on the coffee table. He had obviously worked through his previous discontent because he stood up enthusiastically, "There must be something to eat in the kitchen."

Wei Wuxian and HuaiSang marched towards the kitchen. Jiang Cheng shook his head before picking up the vacuum and starting it, right way this time. Wen Ning followed the former two.

The kitchen escaped the dust onslaught. But it was remarkably...empty of foodstuffs. Just pots and pans gleamed in the cupboards.

HuaiSang opened the fridge. "There's a carton of eggs."

Wei Wuxian was bending down to peer into the cupboard. He straightened carrying a bottle of oil and a salt shaker. "We can fry some eggs!"

Wen Ning had also made a discovery himself. A tin of biscuits, tucked away in a corner in the overhead shelf. He grabbed the tin but was immensely disappointed to find teabags inside. Shame on Yanli Jie. She always seemed so nice, too.

Wei wuxian turned to HuaiSang, "Ok, let's get started. I'll heat up the pan. Why don't you crack the eggs and start beating them?"

He grabbed a 5 litre saucepan and set it on the gas hob before twisting the knob to the highest setting. HuaiSang looked absolutely lost, holding the carton. Wen Ning had a sneaky suspicion no one had confronted the young Nie heir with an egg before. He rummaged around the shelf to find a shallow bowl and a fork. In the meantime, Wei Wuxian had already emptied a 1-litre bottle of olive oil in the pot.

As Wen Ning cracked the first egg on the side of the counter, a smell appropriate of the deepest circle of hell was unleashed. It felt like all the horrible smells of the world were trapped inside, and they got out to torment humanity. Nie HuaiSang retched loudly and immediately projectile vomited. Wen Ning bumped his head on an open shelf and saw sparks before his eyes. Wei Wuxian jumped, and the pan burst into flames.

They all owed their lives to Jiang Cheng, who ran in to find them scrambling to collect water from the washbasin to pour over the oil fire. He shrieked like an angry elephant before unhooking the fire extinguisher from the wall and dousing the fire and everything in a 10 meter diameter in white foam.

The four of them stared dumbstruck at their handiwork. The living room was still covered in dust. The air smelled of dust, rotten egg, vomit, and fire. The kitchen was buried under a sea of foam. The fire alarm was blaring overhead. Is this service? Is this compassion?

"Guys, quick!" Wei Wuxian was always the leader in difficult situations. The four of them ran out of the flat like they were being pursued by the devil. As they descended the stairs three at a time and ran into the lobby, Jiang Yanli and her husband walked in, dragging their luggage behind them. Both looked very tanned with matching grins.

"Hi boys..." Yanli's husband didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. Wei Wuxian threw the keys at him, and they ran out of the building. As they scrambled into the car and Wei Wuxian stepped on the accelerator, HuaiSang was the first to speak.

"Witness protection system!"

[superstar-ethereal]

my intro post! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

꒰ notes .ᐟ kinda chaotic・last updated 11/5/24(m/d/y)・format subject to change ꒱

basic info!

i go by many names, but mainly star on here

i use any pronouns with a preference for they/it/fizz/charm

no dni; i prefer to maintain my garden via the block button

i speak english fluently, and i'm currently learning japanese :D

interests!

my main fandoms are danganronpa, genshin, vocaloid, project sekai, death note, and mcr

i'm Incredibly Sane And Normal about kokichi ouma

i'm a reality shifter, and have been for almost 2 years!

↑respect my beliefs and i'll respect yours. don't respect them, and you're getting blocked

↑↑i'm also a manifestor but i couldn't figure out where to put that

my main hobbies are reading(fanfiction), writing, making kandi/perler stuff, dancing, singing, and playing video games

↑favorite games outside of the ones mentioned in the fandom list are project diva, minecraft, osu!, slime rancher, the sims 4, animal crossing: new horizons, and stardew valley

i float around the alternative community a lot, but i'm mainly 2020 alt (if you couldn't tell from my everything)

i have a strange level of knowledge about (and/or just enjoy researching) early malware, 2000s-2010s internet history/drama, old torture/execution methods, and bonnie and clyde

extra notes!

my other blogs are @windblume-star(for fanfic and rambing about characters when i'm too embarrassed to do it here), and @just-a-spam-sideblog(for spam-reblogging things so it doesn't cloud up my main one)

all attempts to teach me complex grammar have failed so i punctuate based on vibes and vibes alone

due some combination of audhd and having been in quarantine since 2020(4 years and counting. augh.), my social battery is horrible when it comes to 1 on 1 conversation, so if i take a long time to respond to something i promise it's not because i don't like you :')

i've been making an effort to make my blog a little more accessible recently, but i'm able-bodied in many ways, so i might not always do it right ^^;

↑i'm totally open to correction though!! don't be afraid to shoot me a dm or an ask (or anything else, i'm not picky) if i'm doing something wrong

↑↑and while we're on the topic, let me know if you want me to tag a trigger or make an accommodation! i'll try my best to provide :3

tags!

#☆||starry reblogs -- for reblogs

#☆||starry talks -- for original posts by me

#☆||starry answers -- for responding to my asks

#☆||starry gets tagged -- for posts other people tagged me in

#☆||fanfiction -- old tag for fanfic i reblog. don't really use it anymore, though, since i have a whole seperate blog for that (tagged somewhere in the extra notes part)

(all of these are self-explanatory, but my main fandom tags are #danganronpa, #genshin impact, #vocaloid, #project sekai, #death note, and #mcr)

#general humor -- for (mostly) non-fandom things i find funny

#positivity -- for nice little messages :3

#important -- self-explanatory, for important posts

#serious talk -- for posts that are less fun and silly

#fundraiser -- for posts or asks containing people requesting financial help

#lgbtq+ -- for all posts regarding the queer community

#lgbtq+ history -- for the things that led us to where we are today, good or bad

#queer rights -- what it says on the tin. posts about discrimination, lack of access to proper medical care, new laws or acts(or warnings about possible future ones e.g. kosa), etc.

#conversation -- for back-and-forth reblog chains between me and other people

#personal collection -- a curated little trinket box of all my favorite stuff on here

#adhd -- for all posts regarding attention deficit hyperactivity disorder

#autism -- for all posts regarding--you guessed it--autism

#routine reblogs -- for tumblr holiday posts i keep up with (mainly just out of touch thursday)

#shiftblr -- for all posts regarding reality shifting and the community around it

#reblog bait -- for anything from 'reblog if you support acting cringe on the internet' to 'not reblogging is a moral failure'

#silly reblog bait -- specifically for things like 'reblog if you support acting cringe on the internet'

#unofficial pinned posts -- for things i'd pin if it was possible to pin more than one post at a time

#image description missing -- for posts containing photos that don't include an image description. (heads up: not all posts before october 27th 2024 are properly tagged! i'll add it whenever i go through my blog, but i have no convenient way of retagging everything.)

[starfragment1979]

Still plugging away at that fanfic! Total word count is currently 59k. Chapter four (the last chapter) is around 9k as of today and will probably be 25k words by the time I'm all done. Which was, before I actually started writing this story, what I once thought the entire work would come to.

It's funny. In early 2023 when I was starting to get obsessed with Flick and CJ, I first went looking for official/canon details about how they got to know each other, but that is of course remarkably sparse. Then I remembered that fanfic is a thing, and while there were definitely some cute stories out there, none of them quite scratched the itch or fit the image that I was already crafting in my head. So like so many fanfic writers before me, when I didn't find the story I wanted I just had to go and write my own.

So I wrote a version of what would eventually be chapter two-ish/three-ish of "The Start of Something New," and at the time I thought it was a little silly to go through the effort of making an AO3 account when I was only planning on writing and posting that one (1) story. But then after I posted it, I started thinking, Well, what happens after that? And then after that? And then before? And then...

And I eventually rewrote all those little bits into a novel-length work. And then I wrote another one. And then a bunch of shorts. And now I'm most of the way through a draft of another novel-length work.

And now I've got almost 280k words posted on AO3, and in another month or two I'll be ready to start posting another 75k.

And that's... a lot.

And on the one hand, yeah, making up these little stories is one of the few things keeping me sane while I fester in bed, and playing Animal Crossing legit calms my nervous system better than anything else. I'm not saying any of this is a bad thing.

But that's still a lot of words. A lot of words that I never expected to write. I just love these boys so much, and I have so many stories about them that I want to tell. And I am regularly stunned and delighted by how much this whole thing has gotten away from me.

[acepalindrome]

Baldur’s Gate 3 is a lot like what Animal Crossing New Horizon was for me in 2020, the only thing keeping me sane. Anyway I’m just not gonna think about the bad stuff right now. I’m gonna think about how I need to find some new armor for my bard.