#die filer

[yellowplumfruit]

autism mortal enemies:

-being misunderstood

-NAIL FILER

[number44newseries864962]

i can't believe i have to say this again but

beware underlanders time hangs by a thread

the hunters are hunted white water runs red

the gnawers will strike to extinguish the rest

the hope for the hopeless resides in a quest

two over two under of royal decent

two filers two crawlers two spinners ascend

one gnawer beside and one lost up ahead

and eight will be left when we count up the dead

the last who will die must decide where he stands

the fate of the eight are contained in his hands

so bid him take care bid he look where he leaps

as life may be death as death life again reaps

[miceysfandomcreations]

I wrote this! A story in which Tav contemplates ways to murder her husband, the Vampire Ascendent, and father to her children, Astarion.

Don't worry csm people, GF's still on my mind.

Purple Worm Poison.

Most effective when applied to weapons. Stunningly expensive. Deals plenty of damage. Astarion, with his heightened durability from becoming the Vampire Ascendent, might stumble from it. 

No, no. Like the hells Tav’s husband was going to let a single blade pierce his skin. She learned the hard way it wasn’t worth it to hire traditional assassins. Neither did hiding knives under her pillow. Neither did hiding sharpened nail filers either. Besides, such an exorbitant purchase may draw suspicion on her. And even if Astarion was unable to resist the damage at all, he wouldn’t go down. A far cry from the glass canon she fell in love with. He’d complain a bit, command her to stand down, and then regenerate everything. Tav, as his spawn, would have no choice but to obey.

Midnight Tears.

An ingested poison. It doesn’t take effect until midnight. If Tav plans this right, she’d have plenty of time to whittle down Astarion’s resistances until the clock strikes 12. The poison is known for its salty taste, but she can slip it into one of those overflavored blood dishes he’s so fond of having the kitchens churn out. Or hells, she could force it down one of the sacrifices he had eyes on draining dry, a far more merciful fate than the fangs of a vampire.

No, it has similar pitfalls to Purple Worm Poison. An awful lot of planning time for even less damage. Damage he’d simply laugh off. If Tav forced someone to drink the poison, there they’d probably die from it immediately. And Astarion didn’t drink rotting blood. He hardly consumed anything that wasn’t heart-still-bleeding-fresh.

Essence of Ether, Oil of Taggit, and Torpor.

Poisons with debilitating effects outside of damage. Essence and Oil cause unconsciousness, Torpor incapacitation. Inhalation, contact to exposed skin, and ingestion. The variety of poison types may throw Astarion off his guard. The effects would be better than simple damage; Astarion won’t be able to pull any of his usual tricks if he’s in a deep sleep. None of the other spawn would dare lay a hand on her, their dark lord’s consort, mother of his heirs. She could throw Midnight Tears at him first, and afterward, those three to burn through his durability. After that, she’d kill him, take her children and run back home, and never complain about reporting fluff pieces ever again.

How. How? Essence, Oil, and Torpor are all easier to resist than Tears and Purple Worm. Astarion might not need to draw on his supernatural abilities to do so. In a scenario where her strategy worked, simply damaging him where he laid wouldn’t be enough. She needed to find his resting place, his coffin, which could be anywhere in Baldur’s Gate. At most, she’ll have 24 hours. 24 hours wouldn’t be enough for anything. For nothing. What if she got into the crossfire of the poisons? What if she inhaled Essence, was sloppy with Oil, if Astarion made them drink from the same cup or body again. How would she get any of the poisons? Her husband liked to shower her in gifts, but she had to beg for anything she truly wanted. 

Ask her children to ask him separately? No, Tav still remembered Ilaria’s horrified face when someone got close enough to stab Astarion with a hatpin plucked from her own head. It was sharpened, magical, and given to her by Tav. Of course, Astarion made quick work of the assassin, dragged Tav off by her hair to their bedroom, and Ilaria stopped talking to her. This was between Tav and their father, not them. How long would it be until the gentleness fades from their eyes?

Tav shoved the books away from her and groaned into her arms. Her plans were nothing but fantasies at this point. The lamps in the library glowed dim and warm. Outside, the windows showed nothing but those damned mists. What was the point of Astarion achieving how to walk in the sun when he covered it in mists anyway? How long has she been trapped here?

Her head cycled through more plans. Leaking papers didn’t work; Astarion had all the journalists in the city under his sponsor. Getting him on tax evasion? For some godsforsaken reason, Astarion filed all his taxes correctly. Fitting for a former magistrate. Finding a Wish spell and wishing him gone? Every moment she stayed a spawn, she felt her power sap. Still, she had confidence in her magical ability to decipher such a high-level spell. There was a chance she’d lose the ability to cast Wish ever again, but that was alright. Astarion was worth losing Wish for.

Pipe dreams, nothing but pipe dreams. She doubted even Ilaria, with her long white eyelashes and fluffy white hair, could get a spell scroll of that caliber from Astarion. Adonis and Aster had shown no interest in magic. Whatever magical ability Mina inherited from her had been sublimated into a vampiric warlock pact by Astarion.

The clock struck 10. The sound boomed through the library. Time to go to dinner. Tav thought about placing the books back, lest Astarion discover another one of her plans. Who was she kidding, he’d probably find it hot. Tav left the pages strewn across the desk and walked away.

[velvetwarfare]

while my fever lowered a bit I wanna talk about the differences between my bb girls long post ahead

I differentiate them by both icon border and by referring the default to Betty whereas COS is Bethanne ✨

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘

- A humanoid strand of vampirism. She was willingly turned by an ancient vampire in an effort to save the Leathe townsfolk better, growing tired of her squishy, mortal body and watching her family constantly die around her.

- LARP based. More crack shit friendly. Lighter themes.

- Stats ✨

- Shavali (homebrewed version of Vistani). Slavic-Romanian. Speaks mainly Russian.

- Victorian gothic aesthetic. Feminine lean. Can dress androgynous, prefers dresses and makeup more. Very elegant and fanciful, likes to douse herself in jewelry and wine to feel more uppity (PTSD from her past).

- Her backstory consists of formerly being a bard in Al’Hazir, practicing jests and crude humor only to earn extra coin rather than produce her own content due to the rich despising how light hearted it was. Because of her poverty and lack of home as well as family, and due to her intense desire to survive no matter the odds, she unwillingly changed her entire persona to fit her boss’ needs. Eventually, she went mad with how many times she had to strain and break her true self in order to just live, and came across the last performance for Deity’s Eclipse (Halloween). Seeing that the richer folks could afford prosthetics and costumes, Betty was only left with a dingy vampire cloak and begging for any sort of fangs. Being denied and told if she fucked up her performance in front of the neighboring city’s higher ups, she’d be cast outside to die in the winter, Betty resorted to shaving her canines into fangs herself with only a nail filer. This proved to be foreshadowing for when she became a true vampire — nobody telling the difference due to her canines having already been shaped to be fangs.

- Melancholic, pessimistic, has an awful view on humanity. Covers it all up with crude humor as a defense mechanism. Severe BPD. Doesn’t know how to take shit seriously because she has been masking for literal decades. Secretly VERY empathetic and gets attached easily from loneliness. Mentally incapable of not being a downright bitch with sharp sarcasm 90% of the time (ingrained defense mechanism). Wants her own children but can’t biologically create one as an undead so she’ll just adopt any fucking person she deems worthy LOL. Pansexual, no lean. Likes to sleep around. Does not give a shit about social normality.

- The Forgotten Realms brought out her serious side though — blood magic and becoming a sort of general and all to a bunch of Skaven. She’s very much used to violence and death due to this. Doesn’t bat an eye at bloodshed. Isn’t opposed to it either. Just don’t ruin her carpet or attire.

- H.arley Quinn, H.ormone Monstress, and S.pinel coded.

- Noel’s Lament as a theme song. Memory by Cats is her human theme.

- Easy to ship with. Easy to interact with. Very laid back and flexible.

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄

- An unwillingly turned vampire spawn with a heavy strand of animalistic Nosferatu (beast-like spawns turned from a beast of a vampire lord, the most severe and fatal out of all the covens. usually, people don’t last long as this version of undead due to how it wrecks the body and mind. those who live are absolute killing machines.) . Lived in a very healthy vardo and settlement before they were slaughtered by her vampire lord.

- DnD (Curse of Strahd) based. Dark themes present. Both controversial and touchy subjects. A grim turn on the default Betty.

- Vistani and highly spiritual, doesn’t care for the Gods (they both share that tbh). Speaks in Patterna and Romanian. Has Celtic traditions. Was never a city folk, she has 0 idea how to socialize with people, was raised off the grid.

- Stats and bio ✨

- Very androgynous. Muscled as fuck. (see s.triga or k.arlach) Literally just wanted to be a pretty princess before her body got disfigured and cursed as all hell. Extremely insecure over her appearance due to the looks she always gets from people (unwillingly intimidating). Barbaric and vintage vampire aesthetic. War paint. Envies other vampires for looking more normal and humanoid. Her wild shape is corrupted as well — to be a giant bat beast just like her vampire lord. Dreads how monstrous she is, just wants someone to find her pretty again.

- Bethanne grew up in a decently small sized vardo and settlement before being turned. Mama Andreá, a small elderly woman, was a psychic who ran a traveling business where she would read fortunes and read people’s souls. Catarina was her elder sister who taught her how to read nature and defend herself in the dark forests. Florin was her younger brother, who she mainly raised when Andreá fell ill. They all made up who she still is today — and without such humane love, Beth would have fell complete victim to the fatal strand and turned fully into a beast. Any souls that Noctus takes will never rest in peace due to his curse — and Bethanne is prophesied to be the one to behead him and set all the souls free due to escaping from his grasp and actively fighting the strand that’s always trying to corrupt her body.

- Pessimistic tendencies, but tries to stay optimistic for the sake of her party and hope to lay her family to rest by killing Noctus (her vampire lord). Any modern reference goes right over her head. Any social aspect goes right over her head. She is so fucking confused by society, I swear to god. You’re going to have to teach her everything normal. She knows how to read and write though, she loves to write poetry to vent. Excellent crafter, made all the toys for her vardo. Excellent at weaponry and archery. Knows tarokka. Was given a deck by Cassandra (Strahd in disguise as a Vistani woman, but no one knew it was her at the moment) as well (on request, but she already knows how to use it due to Mama Andreá having been a literal psychic who dealt with fortunes and divinity.) Humanity treats her like shit out of fear due to all the undead attacks, but she still loves humanity and continues to protect them despite her reluctance to. Highly and openly empathetic but has sarcastic tendencies. Usually pretty stern and serious, exhausted 25/8. Literally dreads her own existence because of how tiring it is to live with the curse and constant death around her. Everyone she’s loved so far has fucking died so she firmly believes her existence is a curse in itself that causes anyone who gets close to ultimately die. Is petrified to love. Wants to be loved so bad it’s ridiculous.

- When I fucking tell you she is HELLBENT on the hero complex. Not only was she forcibly turned, forced to leave her vardo at the City of Judgement, got this heavy ass prophecy shoved into her arms, and gets the nastiest backlash from the living just for existing as a vampire spawn, and having everyone she loves die around her, she believes that saving her loved ones and setting the souls free will be enough proof that she’s fucking worth something other than misery and failure. It’s not going well LOL this is COS everything goes wrong. She protected her first love interest until the very end until he caught feelings for her then got straight up kidnapped by one of the main antagonists — where he’s been actively tortured and experimented on slowly in an unknown location. She just found out about Cassandra and her true identity and is about to beat her ass silly for forgetting her Vistani ties but then she’ll try to save her ass too. It’s even worse because Vistani are so built on this foundation of acceptance and love and these two were originally two innocent Vistani women who may have even known each other in the past before getting entirely DESTROYED by vampirism and status. They both have the WORST mental health and PTSD too rest in pieces holy shit

- Hates violence but will instigate it over a short temper. Jokes about needless violence just to be a cunt with her weirdly dry sense of humor. Verbally harsh as hell and dangerously outspoken. Her intimidation comes from both her tongue and appearance. Has made a kid shit his pants before, and that was actually unintentionally JGHFHCVCH ,, has told a God and a devil to go fuck themselves, regrettably told Cassandra on their first meeting to fuck off because she was in a real shit mood at the time and Cass was joking about the fates not telling her if Beth would be tall or short (she’s 3 inches taller than Beth and Beth apologized later on and said she’s a train wreck to which Cass just stares at her and asked if the only reason she wanted to speak to her was to say she’s a train wreck and followed it up w it’s obvious you’re a train wreck and Beth just dead panned and asked her if she’s always such a cunt I fucking LOVE them LMAO) , has threatened an ENTIRE FUCKING AREA OF ROYAL GUARDS with her axe because one of them was being racist and threatened her party’s safety, threatened Ireena’s fucking brother too because he was just as bad as the guards and she HATES authority. Vaguely threatened the council of Ravenloft for corrupting Cass in conversation only. probably will threaten them in person honestly, especially if it’s just a group of pompous dudes. she hate hate HATES men in power — and so does Cass LMAO these two are going to be HORRIFIC

- Low key C.armilla coded, M.erida, K.arlach, A.lucard, and E.da coded.

- All the Saints of Notre Dame theme. The entire Brave soundtrack. Any Celtic or Viking song. Skål by Fuimadane.

- Not that hard to ship with, she’s just heavy baggage and looks like a monster for the most part so not many people cared to ship w her.

[aveline-shepard]

I was thinking about this and the boss is right, but not in an immediate sense, I mean over time given inflation. According to WorldData.info (which I'm not arguing is the best source, but it's the one I've gotten with a cursory google search) "from 1960 to 2022, the average inflation rate was 3.8% per year." (source) So assuming every year there's a 3.8% inflation rate every single year, in ten years that 100k will be worth a little under $71k in 2023 money ($70,891.88), and in 25 years it'll be worth slightly over $50k ($50,256.58).

Plus you have to factor in how it's paid out. You can either take an annuity or a lump sum of $2,00,000 (the equivalent of 20 years of $100,000), less tax. (source) That means federal income tax of 24% annually on the annuity, or 37% for the lump sum, assuming you're a single filer and aren't claiming any other income that year. The national average of state-local taxes is 11.6%, so your total taxes would either be 35% annually or 46% for the lump sum. (source)

For the annuity, you can either receive a guaranteed 20 years or take it every year until the day you die, so we're going to assume 20 year period here for the sake of math.

For the annuity, year one you'd start with $65k after taxes ($100k - $35k in taxes), and using Nerdwallet's numbers cost of living for a single person is $3,405 monthly ($40,859 annually) (source), so you'd have $24,141 left over--which is a decent chunk of cash! But do the math again in your 20th year, assuming all prices, COLA, and tax brackets remain relatively the same, you start with $50,257 (adjusted backwards for inflation over 20 years) - $35k in taxes which leaves you with $15,257, and after $40,859 in living expenses, you're at -$25,602. I don't have it in me to do negatively compounding inflation with compounding interest over time to model the estimates of what you'd have to invest and what your guaranteed return rate would need to be in order to sustain this, but it's not fucking enough. You'd still have to work if you took the annuity.

If you took the cool $2 mill, after 46% in taxes you'd get to $1,080,000 - $40,859 for one year of living expenses = $1,039,141. Assuming you park $250,000 (FDIC limit) in an 18-month CD with Ally bank which currently has the highest interest rate of all their CDs at 5% APY, you'd make a cool pre-tax $18,982.46 in a year and a fucking half. Do that at a couple other institutions (let's assume Capital One which has a 4.75% APY and would net you $18,022.38 in interest, and CitiBank which has a 4.05% APY earning $15,340.25 in interest). That's an additional $52,345.09 a year and a half later from a safe as hell investment. Definitely a better route and you're keeping up with inflation a lot better.

Anyway I did a bunch of unnecessary math to prove the point that yeah, the boss is being an asshole, but is correct long term, which is pretty obvious but now you have numbers. Also, it always makes more financial sense to take the lump sum, but it can also ruin your life, so I guess tread carefully or whatever.

[mykpopwire]

media release: LOL ASIA CELEBRATES 15 YEARS OF LAUGHTER WITH “THE BIG LOL SHOW” – AN ALL-STAR TWO NIGHT ANNIVERSARY SPECTACULAR!

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Headlining this year’s anniversary celebration is none other than the enigmatic comedy legend KUMAR. Joining Kumar are Malaysia’s comedic heavyweights JOANNE KAM POH POH, PRAKASH DANIEL, BRIAN TAN and FARID AZMEIR, each ready to bring their unique flavour of cheekiness to the stage. But the magic doesn’t stop with comedy alone! Rising music stars SAINT KYLO and CLAUDIA TAN will set the mood with electrifying performances, while the spectacular MAST MILLENNIUM DANCER will take it up a notch with their stunning dance numbers a la Broadway style. And just when you think the night couldn’t get any bigger – a surprise performer will make an unforgettable appearance, keeping the thrill alive! More news on this soon.

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For die-hard followers and fans of fact filers, LOL Asia’s inception since 2009 has seen the trend-setting entertainment platform selling over 500,000 tickets, curating over 350 talents across genres from all over the globe, and touring across 23 different cities in Asia and Australia.

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[another-random-object-show]

ANOTHER RANDOM OBJECT SHOW: Season 1

EPISODE 16: Half-a-Life

Cloudy and GyroGyro were hanging out after the events of the previous Elimination Ceremony. “I mean, it was just so irrational, how could they..?” Question Mark sighs. “Moony, what's that phrase you follow?” She asks. “You can only guarantee so many things in life, and the choices that others make is not one of them.” She recited. “What… does that even mean?” Cloudy, asked to which GyroGyro howled, ranting.

“...what?” Question Mark seems confused. “GyroGyro knows what Moony was talking about, it’s Tabula Rasa, he believes.” Cloudy said. “Yes, it is. Tabula Rasa states that we can shape our children and their characters, but it doesn't take into account when they become independent. Period is an example of this. None of us could've stopped their choice, and it was final.” Moony noted. “Essentially, I’m saying that Period wasn't going to be stopped regardless of what happened.” She sighs. “..fair.. point. I guess that's final then. I’m just sad they left, I guess.” Question Mark shrugged. “It’s alright. I’m still sad about Starry.”

Meanwhile, as Team FUN! discussed that, Cuby was taking care of Mime, who was being entertained by his silence. Just then, House appeared with Sunny, who wanted to play. “Cuby! Uhm… why don't you have a mouth? or.. don't speak?” He asked. Cuby thought for a moment, then gave Sunny a paper. “Born… this way? …you neve had a mouth?” Cuby taps where his mouth should be, which is smooth, and nods his head. “How have you been eating…?” He asks, curious, to which Cuby shrugs, unsure himself how he’s been alive so long. “What was it like to be an object, by the way— y’know, an inanimate one?” House asks.

Just as Cuby was about to write and draw , The Gourd cut him off with the announcement of the next challenge. “CONTESTANTS! Your challenge today will be to cross this valley!” He said, before removing the ground beneath The Tightrope Island and replacing it with acid. “A rope will swing in a pendulum, back and forth, between the islands, the team who has the most members on the island across will win! GO!” He snaps his fingers, and just then, Mime becomes Cloudy, confusing Team FUN! with lines like “Sorry guys, I gotta switch!”

“How easy…” Penta said, taking advantage of the confusion and debate, corporealizes himself across the platforms, before realizing; “...HOUSE!” However, it was too late, as he was counted safe.

Moony then went, realizing even if they figured out which Cloudy was real, the other would only carry about 3 people on her, and possibly a 4th person within her, therefore leaving out the possibility of 2 people. and without consideration, grabbed Sunny and swung across the platforms. “We’re safe!” Moony said to Sunny, hearing the ding.

After Moony went, Cuby took his shot, but missed by a few inches.

He fell into the acid, and began to sizzle. The last thing he felt was everything around him boiling until…

“Oh damn. You got eliminated AGAIN?” Hangman said, looking down upon Cuby, who had just died. “...you're soaking wet—” Just as he was about to talk about Cuby, Lunartic appeared, causing a commotion.

“DAMN IT! I fucking REFUSE to die like that!” He looked around, angrily. “Ugh! and THIS place?! Such a fucking sobstory, this place!” He now sat. “Y’know darling, you could TRY to have a more likable personality, but…” Heart tsks. “but of course. That's not like you.” She says. “You're more of a like, I don't know… 12-year-old Jeff the Killer Creepypasta Fan who JUST realized that curse words exist?” Lightning adds. “Oh, shut up, SLUTS!” Lunartic flipped them off. “I’ll have you know the only slut here is ME, and besides, even If I am a slut, at least I’m not YOU, a person who on the daily, probably glorifies wartime with messages such as What happened to men?, as if war is something to be celebrated.” Heart told Lunartic off. “Pathetic.” She said snapping her nail filer, before getting a new one. “Besides, in due time, you’ll probably get out, unless they FINALLY got rid of you.”

“It's not just him, Heart.” Hangman said. “Cuby’s here, so they're probably doing a lethal challenge, which means Cuby and Lunartic here are dead.” He said. Heart groaned with many of the others in The Inbetween. “We have been STUCK in this white void for numerous days on end, and Silent Boy has FINALLY come back, so why doesn't he go ahead and tell us all about his trip?” Heart says. “Go on, speak!” Heart told Cuby, who obviously couldn't say anything.

Heart filed her nails as Period came over. “Eugh, what’s HE doing here?” He said. “My exact question..!” Exclamation Mark said, shivering at the sigh of Lunartic. “Oh, fuck off coward.” Lunartic flipped them off too. “Oh, no, no, no! What is THIS?” Triangula said, suddenly appearing from behind Lunartic. “No. Get him OUT!” She snaps her fingers. “What is he doing here, anyways?” Period says. “God, The Colon Duo better get here, and quick.” Exclamation Mark sighs.

“Oh, those lousies were TOO easy to get rid of! Constant fighting and bickering only leads to—” …and like that, Lunartic had disappeared. “Good riddance!” Paperplates exclaimed. “Far too annoying in my taste!” She said. “Can we get updates on Flower? How’s he doing, exploring the void?” Hangman asked. “I dunno, he hasn't said anything. WOAH! Cuby got re-eliminated?!” Hangman sighed. “No, he probably just died. Lunartic was clearly not eliminated either, so… who knows.” He shrugs as The Colon Duo both ascend and descend into view. “Greetings!” Angel says. “WORSHIP SATAN!” Devil proclaims. “We have reappeared! Flower found something MOST interesting!” Angel said. “As a result we can confirm— this place is NOT just some pocket dimension for The Gourd, or whatever, instead, this is a type of purgatory!” Devil proclaims. “You see, when an object dies, they will show up here! A place we from both The Heavens and The Nether call…” now in synchrony, the duo exclaim; “THE INBETWEEN! You are all inbetween non-existence and existence, hence the name!” Angel explains.

“...well, then what was the interesting thing Flower found?” Tragedy asks. “Can we see? Can we see?!” Comedy says, excited. “Oh, of course! We shall both ascend and descend, whilst teleporting you to the location of THE INBETWEEN you desire!” Angel proclaims, allowing Devil to teleport everyone in The Inbetween to Flower’s location.

“Hello, dears…!” A very old lady stood in front of the group. “My name is Margatha, and I was 81 years old when I died in…” She thinks. “Summer 2008...” she nods. “Oh, and thank you for your kindness, Flower. It has been very many years since I have been able to get fresh vegetables…” Margatha seemed to be a very old, pruny Raisin. She was clearly senile, and wasn't in the best state. “No issue, Ms. Maū.” Flower nods. “You remind me of.. Daisy! ..she's around your age and.. lives in this part of the void, with me…!” She says, caressing Flower’s cheek. “You're very pretty, like her.” She said.

���Wait, wait, you would've lived to see WWII?” Triangula said. “Huh… how did you..?” Triangula seemed to ask, to which Margatha chuckled. “Nothing special. I lied down in my sleep, and stopped breathing, I wasn't awake, so I simply awoke here.” She sighs. “I do worry for my grandchildren sometimes, but Daisy helps to ease me… oh… speaking of her, I really should introduce her to you! You are my guests…” Maragatha now cleared her throat, and with her best holler, called for Daisy.

“Hm.. ? Yes, Margatha?” Daisy says, popping out of the doorway of the cabin. She had white petals, a yellow flower head, green leafs, and a green silky stem.

“We have guests..! Be a dear and say hello, won't you?” Margatha would say, shaking ever-so-slightly as he held onto her cane. “Well hello dear guests, my name is Daisy.” She said in a gentle tone as she waved. There were 11 guests, and one of them was another Flower, who nodded to you. The others seemed to be rather disinterested or inattentive.”What brings you here in the cabin.. ? Either way, may I be the assistance?” Daisy asks. “We need to know more about.. HERE.” Tragedy says. “Yeah, yeah! WHAT HAVE YOU SEEN?” Comedy asks, excitedly. “Well.. lets see.. I’m dead, I think..?" Daisy says not knowing how death works. “Indeed you are!” Margatha says. “I died in my sleep, as you should all recall… so we're all dead, however, we haven't quite moved on! Ohh, no… we still need to accept some things” Margatha said, still shaky as ever. “like… what?” Flower asks. “...any worries, angers, or guilt you had… do forget them. Your time has come.” Margatha said, sighing deeply. “Well.. There you have it.. I haven't moved on yet." Daisy says worriedly. “I still haven't moved on yet because, a singular Golden Rose." She said, “He's a different type of flower," She mentioned."I also died due to cancer. “ She said. “Oh… huh. What about him is so—” Flower pauses. “HOLY SHIT, WHAT’S HAPPENING TO MARGATHA?” He points out that Margatha is quickly fading, ceasing to exist. “Ohh, don't worry dears. My grandchildren will be perfectly fine. They can take care of themselves, and now I can rest. Thank you all for making me feel better about this.” she said, now fully dissipating.

The silence that filled THE INBETWEEN was silent, until someone spoke again. “Well.. she now accepted her fate, but not me. I just haven’t moved on.” she said. “This is what the cabin is really used for.” She says. “..you know, we aren't actually DEAD.” Flower states. “Cuby here is actually dead, but we were eliminated!” Flower said, speaking of Cuby.

Suddenly, as Cuby was waving to Daisy, he ceased to exist within THE INBETWEEN.

“...recovered AFTER silentboy? …how embarrassing…” Heart sighed. “Yes, indeed.. ??” Daisy said confused about the situation. “I think we should head back now, the next person will be eliminated soon..” Tragedy said. “A NEW FRIEND?” Comedy replies. “..uh.. yeah, heh..!” Tragedy chuckles, now walking away with Comedy. “Mhm..” She mumbled quietly to herself and went quiet. “.. I hope Golden Rose is okay.. I wonder if Ordinary Zero still exists.. ?” She murmured to herself. “..wait, what's Ordinary Zero..?” Flower asks, as Heart and Lightning leave. “Basically.. It’s a contest show that Golden Rose and his stepbrother often would talk about. Its reward was to get 10 billion dollars. I remember.. The host name was Bowtie.” She explained as Paperplates and Hangman left, too. “...the gameshow we were on is called Another Random Object Show— I remember the flyers calling it Season 1, for some reason. Most shows don't recognize their first season as their FIRST unless there's plans to make another season, or unless…” He pauses, staring at Daisy as Exclamation Mark and Period left, too. “Well.. Ordinary Zero was created in 2008.” She said. “and this show has been going since Summer of 2018. You don't think that… y’know, maybe Ordinary Zero was..?” Flower suggests, as Triangula left the cabin. “Well.. During Summer 2008, people were getting bored of cartoons. They wanted live-action studio audiences and such, like the gameshow you guys are on right now.” She explained. “Flower, you coming?” Triangula called out. “...sigh. I have to go. Do you wanna discuss this on our way there?” He asks. “.. Sure.” She said. Flower nodded and walked out the cabin, and when Daisy followed, the cabin disintegrated as Maragatha had died.

Once they finally got there, THE INBETWEEN began to glow green.

The Icon of Cloudy appeared in the area, before Cloudy herself finally appeared, being greeted by Hangman. “Eliminated?” he said.

“Yeah. Lunartic tricked everyone into thinking I was helping the other team.” She stated.

“...what now?” She asks.

…

“...we wait.”

END.

AROS was written by TheWiseGuest.

“Half-a-Life” was co-written by Mont, the character of Daisy belongs to her.

FIN.

A portal appeared in THE INBETWEEN, from it, Star stepped out and said; “I CLAIM HEARTUSSY!!”, before snatching her up to do… QUESTIONABLE acts with her in space. Phantom and Starry añpeared afterwards. Phantom sighed and said. “...Masqueradians. I.. apologize for—” Paperplates cut him off by hugging him, followed by Comedy and Tragedy joining in. “...Hangman, you are… welcome to come with.” He says, carrying the three out onto the moon.

“...everyone else is. If you.. wish to come with us, to the moon, then.. we welcome you with open arms!” Starry states. “...once we close the portal, there is no return. Alright?” Cloudy looks at Daisy, waiting to see if she’d come with. “.. I'm sorry, but I'm going with the others.. I need to know what it's like. I apologize, I just need to know. “ Daisy says, apologizing. “Oh, it’s fine! I’m coming!” Flower says. “Me too.. I.. need to know about Ordinary Zero now.” Triangula says. “That means Exclaimy and Period-y will stay! Let's go!” Flower says. “Oh, uh, I’ll be staying too. Like, I need time away from Heart after our, like, falling out.” Lightning says. “Oh.. good riddance!” Triangula says, leaving Lightning behind. “..I bid aiedu to you all…” Starry says, leaving THE INBETWEEN.

[multifandoms27-blog]

Painting your nails with the demons | Fluff

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Content: Akaza x gn!Reader, Kokushibo x gn!Reader, Douma x gn!Reader, Gyutaro x gn!Reader (all separate)

Warnings: Douma LMAO

Notes: I just painted my nails after a breakdown (I'm fine lol dw) over college and suddenly got the urge to paint their nails too. These hc's are incredibly short, I apologize <3

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❥ Akaza

Akaza had walked in on you painting your nails a (color), and looked at his own pink nails

Turning to see him after you finished the first hand, you gave him a little smile

"Wanna join me, Aka?"

He'll happily sit with you, letting your hands hold his steady while you paint the same color on him

He loves matching with you, so this just makes him excited

Absolutely demolishes Douma if he makes any kind of comment about it

But the bastard just begs for more pain. He's got the fucking "Wow...your punch really turned me on!" energy going on (please tell me SOMEBODY gets that reference...)

Whenever you take the nail polish off, he's gonna wanna be there so he can take his off too. Then will probably ask if you're going to put on another color or not

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❥ Kokushibo

His multiple eyes scare the shit out of me, but I'd rather them be freaky than not utilized at all

I still love him tho <3

Koku's nails aren't painted like some other demons, but he suppose he'll do one hand in black if it'll make you happy

He's silent and keeps a neutral expression as he sits beside you, allowing you to paint his right hand and you can paint your left, so that when you hold his hand, it seems like you're joined together

He just likes the subtle domesticity

"Well, what about my other hand?"

"Do whatever you want." Koku spoke slowly.

"And what about your other hand?"

"No."

He only wants one hand painted, slightly questioning if Muzan would disapprove of his nails being painted in the first place

But then he remembers Douma's, Akaza's and Gyutaro's nails are painted, and then he suddenly doesn't care that one of his hands are painted

Wont do anything but direct a cold, neutral look at someone if they make fun of his nails only being painted on one hand

They were done by his s/o, eat shit and die, peasant

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❥ Douma

Is ecstatic

Immediately takes off his own blue nail polish to math whatever color you're putting on

Gives you kisses as you paint his nails, sometimes making you mess up and get the polish on his skin

"Not to worry, darling! I can always take it off my skin, you just keep painting!" Douma grins, continuing to kiss you

Parades your matching nails around like it's the greatest gift ever

Brags to Akaza about how he has "such an amazing s/o" and how Akaza doesn't

Of course he gets hit, but Douma then salivates for more negative attention from Akaza

Once the polish begins to chip away, he's going to sit you down, take off the polish from both of you and then paint your nails again himself, in a different color

"We should switch turns every time!" Douma exclaims

"Oh, maybe we could even mix and match depending on the upcoming holiday! How fun! Oh, this is the best idea you've had, darling~!"

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❥ Gyutaro

Okay, Gyutaro probably needs a serious manicure (and this is coming from someone who never gets manicures, but at least has a nail filer)

Would also probably do his skin some good to have his nails filed down, cause then it can't...y'know...COME OFF

But I do think the gray color on his nails is the natural color they are now, but I also like to believe that sometimes he paints his nails black to feel better <3

When he sees you painting your nails, he immediately wants to join. Ume is probably not too far behind, so she'll probably join in before Gyutaro

If the color you're painting your nails with isn't black, then he'll paint his nails himself while watching you and Ume match your colors

If it is black, then he'll happily let you paint his nails for him (the teasing from his sister later on is so worth it, because you touched his unworthy hands!!!)

Gyu would also probably keep re-applying the nail polish whenever it got slightly chipped, believing you'd grow angry and upset at what he deemed as "decimation to your art"

Whenever he sees black nail polish he thinks of you now, so have fun with that lol

Probably keeps a shit ton of black nail polish on standby cause he keeps stealing yours

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

[jboy44]

Rwby cant die she main, jaune will probably be young again

So it feels like filer as there won't be lasting changes

I mean if they keep iuniper then you need to watch nine to not be lost.

So juniper is the only lasting change that could unfiller it.

Wait, hang on...

Why does Volume 9 feel like a filler arc?

[i-cant-sing]

Omg part 2 for yan light please? Your writing is so on charater for him and yan L was also really good as well

Yandere Light Yagami Pt 2:

Pt 1 can be found here!

Thanks to everyone for requesting pt 1! Enjoy! :)

Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Yandere Light Yagami:

You didn't know you could be this compliant. You didn't. But Light did.

As you both layed in bed, naked, Light holding you to his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your belly, you both had different train of thoughts that were ultimately going to reach the same station. You were thinking about how you had become so... docile? Had you been in confinement for too long? Was Stockholm syndrome kicking in? Was it because of the guilt of not being able to stop him? Or was it because Light killed everyone you cared about?

You had tried to play his psychological games. But you lost. You had managed to get a hold of the Deathnote, and you were going to write his name in but he caught you and broke your fingers. You then tried to play along; you came up with a good system for who to kill. You would do extensive research on each person, serving both purposes: to see if the person truly deserved death and to slow Light down. But you later found out that your efforts didn't matter. He was killing people on a whim and he was having someone else do it for him. Misa Amane. She was quite famous. And pretty too. You didn't know why Light would use you for intimacy, both in and out of bed, when he already had a willing participant.

For every mistake you made, no matter how little, Light would punish you by killing people you were even remotely associated with. Your family, friends, everyone was dead. And judging by the content look on his face, L was going to die soon too. Hopelessness. Maybe that's why you have become like this.

"I love you." Light said, pressing a kiss to your temple as he snuggled you more. "You're so beautiful like this." You really were, in his eyes. Now that you don't fight him anymore, now that you understood that you belong to him, you're beautiful. Light liked you being so... submissive. But more than that, he loved the look of complete defeat in your eyes, the realisation that you only have him in this world now. No ones going to come for you. No one could; only he and Misa knew about you.

"What's next?"you managed to ask him. Whats next on his list of impending doom? He hummed, before replying, "Well, soon all obstacles in my way are going to be removed. Once that happens, I'll become the ruler of the world. And then, I'll get rid of all the filth in this world." You closed your eyes, asking "how? Do you have a new system of justice in mind?" Light gripped your chin, turning your head towards him. "I am the system, (Y/n). I am justice." You saw that crazy look in his eyes. You sighed, turning away from him, but Light suddenly flipped you over, straddling your waist as he leaned down. His hair tickling your face as he looked at you with possessiveness. "Dont look so gloomy, darling. I know you feel lonely when I'm not here, but soon you'll have a baby to keep you company." He said before kissing you passionately, biting your lips hard before getting off of you. "For now, Misa will keep you entertained." He chuckled before putting the cuff back on your ankle, and left the room.

Misa. When you first met her, you knew she didn't like you. She thought that you were trying to steal Light from him, that you were actually in love with him. She tried to attack you at first, but Light had pulled her out of the room and told her that he actually loved her and that you were just a part of the plan, a temporary plaything. And so Misa put up with you. Light would usually put her in charge of you; he had caught you trying to stab yourself with a nail filer after he had slept with you the first time. And now that you were carrying his child, he had to make sure you wouldn't do anything like that again.

Misa came in a few hours later, locking the door behind her like usual. "Hey, (Y/n)!"she chirped, as she skipped towards you. "I brought some stuff for you!"she told you as she dangled big shopping bag. "Hi, Misa. Whats in that?"you asked her, your voice monotonous. She put the bag down and started to uncuff your ankle. "You'll see! But first, let's take a bath." She helped you clean up yourself and the room. Once she was done, she sat you down on the bed and gave you the bag. You opened the bag to find clothes in it. Maternity clothes. You had barely started to show. You were a bit glad that you hadn’t started showing, because anything associated with the baby would make you remember the events that caused it. When you first realised that you were pregnant, you tried everything you could to get rid of it. You didn't want to give him another thing to hold over your head. But once Light found out, he became even worse somehow. He was glad he was having a child; and now he had to do everything to make the world fit for his offspring. He started handing out harsher deaths, killing off people who rubbed him off the wrong way. To you, he stopped being physically violent. But he did become more possessive of you. He wanted to know what you were doing, why you were doing it. He wanted to know if you had fallen in love with him; if you had finally decided to become his lapdog.

When Misa came to know about your pregnancy, she was angry. Not at Light, but at you. But Light manipulated her again. He told her that he didn't want her to have a kid because her body would get messed up. And he needed her as his right hand, and being pregnant would get in the way of that. Once the baby was here, they would raise it together, as if you were a surrogate. Misa bought it.

You knew Misa wasn't stupid. She was actually quite intelligent. You actually enjoyed her company. After Light would do his number on you, it would be Misa who would come to pick up the pieces. She would be the one to wipe your tears away and bandage you up.

You had tried to convince her to let you go, tried to even fight her. But she was too observant. She predicted your moves. She always knew when you were planning something. She saw right through you.

You thanked Misa for the maternity clothes. She had ordered you guys some food, your favourite. As you began eating, Misa looked at your belly, with adoration and envy? "Penny for your thoughts?"your voice brought her of her trance. "Oh! It's nothing. Just thinking about how much Light would love the baby. I cant wait for it to come!" She smiled. You looked at her, shaking your head. "He won't." "What?" "He won't love the baby, Misa. He isn't capable of that."you told her. She smiled, "You're wrong. He does love. He loves me! He loves you too, I know. But he loves me more! And he'll love the baby as well!"

You finished up your food, "Light doesn't love us Misa. Not you, me or this baby. If he did, why would he beat you? I've seen the bruises on your arms, don't try denying. You know that he's just using you to achieve his goals. And I'm just a rag doll for him. You deserve better than him. You don’t deserve the resentment Light gives you when all you do is love him. Once he's tired of us, he'll get rid of us too. He’s hurt both of us. He's hurting both of us." You held her hand, looking her dead in the eyes. "And love isn't supposed to hurt Misa." She looked at you with an indescribable emotion in her eyes, whatever fantasy of Light she had, was cracking. "Whatever. Its not like I've got through to you before anyways-" you were cut off by Misa, her soft lips crashing with yours.

You tried to push her off, but she wouldn't budge. You heard the door open and suddenly she was ripped off of you. It was Light. He dragged Misa to the corner of the room and started thrashing her. "WHAT THE FUCK MISA?! I TOLD YOU TO LOOK AFTER HER! NOT FUCK HER!" Misa starts stammering, "Light, baby. Its not what you think-" She was cut off by Light slapping her. "Oh its not?! You were fucking sticking your tongue down her throat!" "No, it was just an accide-" He slapped her again, causing her to cry. "SHUT UP! I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED YOU! SHE'S MINE! MINE!" Light started choking her, not realising in his screaming fit that he'd left the door wide open for you.

This was it. The perfect distraction. Your moment to escape has finally come. But you couldn't move. Not when your eyes were fixed on Misa.

You were almost a carbon copy of Light when it came to intelligence. But you still weren't able to escape him all these months. Because Light was able to control you because of a single flaw of yours. You cared. You cared about people you didn't even know, but you still cared.

If I leave now, she will die. And with that thought, you lunged towards Light, pulling at his arms trying to get him off. "Light! Stop it! Its not her fault!" Suddenly, you were pushed to the ground. Light started punching you. "Oh I know its not her fault! ITS YOURS! YOU DECIDED TO WHORE YOURSELF TO HER SO YOU COULD GET OUT OF HERE, RIGHT?! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT. YOU. BELONG. TO. ME!?!"He yelled between punches.

Misa looked at you from behind Light's shoulder. She quickly got up and tried to stop him. Pulling at his arm, she yelled again "Light! Stop! You'll kill her and the baby!" But he didn't stop, only replying "She's gone through worse! And if the baby's that weak, then it doesn't deserve to survive!" And just like that, Misa realised you were right. Whatever dream she had of Light and her was gone. She slowly backed away from Light.

Light was still punching you, even though you had lost consciousness long ago. Suddenly, Light started choking up. He got off you, not understanding what was happening to him. He turned to look for Misa, asking her to help him. But as she stood there, with the Deathnote in her hands, he realised what had happened. Misa had written his name. "M-Misa!?" She just stood there, her eyes glazed. Or had she finally woken up? "Love isn't supposed to hurt, Light And you've hurt us. A lot. Now perish."

Once Light had stopped breathing, she rushed towards you. She checked for your pulse. You were still alive. Misa pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "It'll be okay, (Y/n). We'll be okay. I'll fix everything."

You all got part 2, I got the ending I wanted. Everybody wins.

Now if someone here knows how to study biochem or do witchcraft, hmu cause I dont wanna fail exams. Speaking of which, Ill be less active here, so if you do send in requests, keep them short. Or better yet, send in questions. I’ll be happy to answer them. :)

[valdemart]

Valdemar sees my faded ass pink hair, butterfly clips, and lip filer and immediately nuts so hard they die

[lissy-strata]

Master: When I pull this handle, the enormous power in the Tardis will be channelled straight into Axos. Filer: What about Jo and the Doc? Master: They won’t stand a chance. They will die with Axos. Brigadier: No! Master: Either we destroy Axos or Axos destroys the world. Which is it to be, Brigadier?

[dhufeainnewedd]

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[shxxknytrash]

pair: rengoku kyojuro x fem!reader (ft hashira + kagaya ubuyashiki)

genre: angst, fluff(???? im not even sure)

word count: 5843

a/n: i do apologize for any grammatical errors. i also hope that you guys enjoy this! 

 || “i’ll be back”

The moment the words slip past his lips, she knew he was uncertain. He knew how it would turn out and yet, there he stood in front of her with the brightest smile he could ever give her. 

However, no matter how “happy” his smile looked, the (e/c) orbs knew how his eyes spoke a different story.

There was glint of fear, and yet, she could also see a glint of acceptance.

“I promise you, my sweet flame, I’ll be back.” he softly spoke with a hand placed on her cheeks; coaxing the uneasy feeling buried deep in her stomach. Kyojuro’s honeyed voice echoed through (y/n)’s mind, repeating like a broken music player. 

I’ll be back.

(y/n) wanted to believe every single word he said; she really did want to believe in him, however, every single intuition she had was screaming at her not to let the man go. 

When her grip around his haori tightened, the Flame Pillar could feel his heart crack from the sight of his beau slowly falling apart before him. He already knew the possibilities. He already knew his fate. He already accepted it the moment Oyakata-sama told him about his final mission.

“Kyojuro, you do understand my stand in this situation, right?” his soothing voice always kept his heart at bay but now, it wasn’t able to stop his heart from hammering against his chest. It was as if everything was laid out in front of him. 

His fate laid out in front of him in a silver platter.

[a/n: l/n - last name; let’s pretend that Kagaya’s not yet fully blind here…]

The sight of the young man’s unwavering smile was enough for Kagaya to understand how he was feeling. “I know you’re thinking about (l/n)-san. You don’t want to leave her, do you?” 

Just hearing (y/n)’s name was enough to break him, however, he knew it was his duty to protect the weak. It was his duty to save these people from losing their lives - a life they all deserve to live to the fullest. Yet with her soft smile flashing in his mind, for the first time, he was afraid of seeing it turn into a mournful frown. 

He knew his death was near, however, ever since he met you, he was scared of the thought of dying - leaving you all by yourself after. 

“You already knew the possibilities of me dying, right, Oyakata-sama?” the hint of sorrow was evident in his tone, only to be contradicted the smile plastered on his face. Kagaya couldn’t help but sadly look at his child; no matter how much he loved his children, it always pained him to see them die or even just seeing how banged up they are every after missions.

“Yes.”

“Please don’t go.” Her voice croaked. It took every ounce of energy from her to beg him one last time. I should be selfish for once, she thought with her face buried in his chest. Everything seemed to be falling apart. She lost her family, she lost her dear friend and now, she doesn’t want to lose the only flame left in her life.

(y/n)’s request was selfish, however, Kyojuro understood where she was coming from but he couldn’t seem to shake off the guilt and responsibility that was eating him up – there were lives waiting for him to save them, begging him to save them from their misery.

“(y/n),” Kyojuro calls out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “you know I can’t do that. They need me. I need to protect the weak.”

The (h/c) haired lass knew Kyojuro was serious whenever he calls her by her name but just hearing her name roll off his mouth so effortlessly was enough for her to finally break. Fits of sobs filled the room yet no one dared to stop it from bouncing off from every corner in the headquarters.

“I’m sorry, my sweet flame. I really need to go-“

“Then let me go with you!” (y/n) cried out as she finally met his gaze – screaming with so much determination just to keep her lover safe. “Please, let me go with you.”

“(y/n),” another voice calls out, a voice that’s so familiar. A voice that was soothing enough to calm the Thunder Pillar and have her fall on her knees, letting go of the Flame Pillar.

“My child, I need you here to help with the others.”

It was Kagaya. The sound of her sobs was enough to summon him into the very room they were occupying. With a hand resting on her trembling shoulders, Kagaya looks up at the Flame Pillar with a fatherly smile – only to stop halfway when he noticed the stern look on his child. Tears were forming on the corner of his eyes, but he tried his best to not show how much it affected him.

“Oyakata-sama,” (y/n) shifts her whole body to face Kagaya before bowing down to him with her forehead planted on the floor. “Please let me go with Kyojuro.”

(y/n) has always been known to be such a strong-willed woman. Face always plastered with a smile; seemingly unfazed by the problems being created by the bloodlust demons. She carried herself with dignity and grace – it was also said that she would most likely be the counterpart of the Sound Pillar.

However, if anyone were to see her state, they wouldn’t be able to grasp what was happening. In front of Kagaya was a crumbling Thunder Pillar; it was as if she has thrown away everything away to describe her persona. It felt like with every step, or breath they take, her heart would continue to shatter.

“Tell me, my child, why do you wish to join, Kyojuro?” he queries, patting the Thunder Pillar on the head to let her lift her head up to meet his gaze.

Why do I want to be there? (y/n) asks herself, still unable to raise her head. Her heart hammered against her chest; as if it was trying to beat its way out from her system just to get rid of the uneasiness settling inside of her. She felt sick. Everything tasted bitter in her mouth.

“I don’t want to lose him,” lifting her head up, it was apparent in her voice the dread she’s been trying to shrug off. The only fear that she doesn’t want to face.

“And why do you believe you’ll lose him?”

Silence. No words were uttered for she couldn’t come up with any reason. (e/c) orbs blankly stared at Kagaya, no longer sparkling like how it used to. “I want the two of you to come into terms before you leave, Kyojuro.” Kagaya speaks, standing up before giving the Flame Pillar a faint smile.

“I shall leave the two of you, please excuse me.”

Taking Kagaya’s leave as a signal, Kyojuro didn’t miss a beat and sat himself in front of his lover. “Please, (y/n),” he gently tucks a finger on her chin, raising it up so that she could look at him.

“Can you put more faith in me? I–“

“I just can’t imagine my life without you, Kyo. Y-you’re so important to me… that I just…” her voice trails off, scared to let go of the words she dreaded the most. The (h/c) haired lass didn’t think twice as she threw her arms around him, pulling him into the tightest hug she could ever give.

“I can’t imagine you not here.” The last string holding Kyojuro’s façade finally snapped. It finally sunk in the fact of how scared he was to face his fate. Tears started to pour down his cheeks as he immediately wrapped his strong limbs around her, pulling her closer to him as if their closeness was not enough to satisfy him.

A sob slips past Kyojuro’s lips, only to be followed by a set of hiccups as he tried to stop himself from bawling his heart out. “I-… I need to go, (y/n).” he says as he pulls away from her, cupping her cheeks as his fire-like orbs searched for hers; trying to convey how he really felt. 

Planting a soft kiss on her swollen lips, Kyojuro’s didn’t think twice; caressing her cheeks with his thumb before rising to take his leave. “I love you with all my heart, (y/n). I promise you, I’ll come back.” 

Without looking back, Kyojuro hastily left the Thunder Pillar crying on the floor, only to be comforted by their fellow hashiras as they watched the retreating figure of the Flame Pillar. The sound of pebbles clashing against each other resonated through the garden. A sad sigh leaving Kyojuro’s lips as he bowed to Kagaya one last time, only to be replaced by a gasp when someone spoke behind him.

“Oh, are you heading into battle?” 

Kyojuro knew who it was and with his usual smile plastered on his face, he turns around to greet the Insect Pillar. “Is that you, Kocho?” he pauses as he meets her gaze, “We just got some information about a demon and the Slayers who confronted the him got taken out. We’re losing rank and filers, too, now. We can’t stand by and do nothing!”

“Could it be the Twelve Kizuki?” Kocho ponders while taken in the information being laid out to her. “Most likely, yes. It might be a member of the Upper Ranks.”

The way Kyojuro calmly spoke about his mission was putting the Insect Pillar off but she rather shrugged it off and sent him off with a smile. However, the redness on the corner of his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Kocho.

“It sounds like a difficult mission, but as long as you’re going, Rengoku, there’s nothing to worry about.” 

-

Days passed by and all you could ever think of was your beau. No news, no sight of him coming through the gates of the shared estate, no announcements from his crow. 

Throughout the days whilst waiting for him, the way the (e/c) hues becoming dull and lifeless did not go unnoticed by your fellow hashiras. The way your smiles didn’t reach your eyes was already enough for them to know what was going through your mind. 

Listlessly swinging your sword at the wooden dummy, the sound of rocks colliding from beneath didn’t seem to reach your ears. Odd, thought the visitor as they watched you continue to spar with the wooden dummy. With a swift flick of their wrist, the rock twirling towards you was immediately deflected by the sword you were holding. 

Even if you were lost in your train of thoughts, your senses were still heightened enough to protect yourself from any danger. “Are you still going to mope around, (y/n)-san?” 

Tokito Muichiro. The Mist Pillar whom you treated as a younger brother stood meters away from you with his usual dazed eyes staring right into the (e/c) orbs. Sliding your sword back into its sheath, you smile at the younger hashira before turning around to leave - only to stop at Muichiro’s remark.

“Do you think moping around would do us good?” 

His words had you clenching your jaw in annoyance. It angered you but you, yourself, didn’t know the reason as to why it sent your blood boiling. The younger hashira meant no harm, but it rubbed on you in the wrong way. 

In a flash, you were already standing right in front of him with your hand meeting his collar; a vice-like grip around the material near his neck, enough to have the Mist Pillar cast their gaze down at the Thunder Pillar with a smirk.

“Were my words enough to anger you, (y/n)-san?” Everyone knew the consequences if they tried to test your patience, especially not now when you’re on the verge of losing your sanity. Muichiro knew it was only him that could slap you back to your senses. He hated seeing you in this state. He hated seeing his strong-willed older sister crumble at the mere fact of Kyojuro not coming back. He hated the fact that he couldn’t do anything to ease the pain.

You meant the world to him; you stood by him as an older sister. Someone who he can consider as family as side from Kagaya. 

The mere fact that the Mist Pillar could hear you growl under your breath was enough to snap him back to reality. The way your eyes reminded him of glowing, electric orbs in the sky sent shivers down his spine, but he knew there was no turning back; he knew that it was now or never.

“Quite the hypocrite aren’t you, Tokito-san?” You never called him with his family name and Muichiro knew better you were pissed. You couldn’t understand why he was verbally attacking you; as if he knew the areas to punch you where it hurt the most. You thought he would understand you better than anyone else, but it seemed otherwise. 

Taking your words with a grain of salt, Muichiro continued to stare at you with a faint smile on his face. “So, what if I am a hypocrite? At least I don’t stay grounded in one place rather than moving forward-”

Everything turned upside down for the Mist Pillar as his body was thrown on the ground, only to be straddled in between her legs with fists coming close to his face. Muichiro calmly took her fists in his, an iron-grip enough to stop her from moving. Soon, the small drops of tears snapped him from his own reveries; tears continued to kiss the Thunder Pillar’s cheeks as she hung her head low, trying to get away from his hold.

The (e/c) orbs was no longer shining. It was blurred with tears, the whites of her eyes slowly turning into a shade of red; bloodshot from the sudden out pour of her emotion. An oppressive boom seamed to crack the air, a loud thunder roaring echoed throughout the whole city; clouds turning gray and yet there were no signs of rain fall. 

The Thunder Hashira before him possessed god-like skills- as if every single part of her was highly in-touch with the breathing style she possessed. There were times when her mood seemed to affect the sky’s emotions; reflecting the darkness in her heart. 

Everyone was quick enough to know something was going on as it was peculiar for the sky to shift from being clear as a flowing river to a murky gray. Scrambling to their feet, they ran as fast as they can to where the two were- they were dreading; they didn’t want anything to wreak havoc amid their search for Kibutsuji.

“H-hey,” the sight of her crying was enough to send him into a stuttering mess, “don’t cry.” The younger hashira’s hands immediately found its way around your shoulders, letting go of your fists. Muichiro’s words resonated deep within you; opening all the cages you tightly locked up. 

Two arms finally made its way around you, pulling you tightly into his chest. The loud wails finally reached the other hashiras, only to stop them from getting closer when they saw the two of you. Your shoulders trembled, fists meeting the Mist Hashira’s chest. 

The tightness of your throat didn’t stop you from voicing out what you wanted to say to Muichiro. “I hate you!” you screamed, voice cracking as your fists finally cease to hit him. 

“I hate how much y-your words hurt,” Muichiro went stiff under you. Your voice raw with tears, however, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. “I-I thought you’d understand-”

Kaaaw! The appearance of a black crow cut you off, snapping everyone’s attention towards it as it perched atop the wooden dummy. 

“Kaaaw!” the black kasugai crow with fiery eyes- none like the others- turned its gaze on you, “Deceased! Rengoku Kyojuro is dead-”

“No! Shut up, he isn’t!” screaming at the top of your lungs, you lunged towards the crow; trying to stop it from telling the truth you didn’t want to hear. However, your pleas went from one ear to another as the kasugai crow flew towards Sanemi, resting on his shoulder with its eyes never leaving yours.

Zeroing on you, the kasugai crow continued, “He fought with an upper-rank kizuki and died!” The words slipped past through its beak. Words enough to fall on your knees, tears brimming down your cheeks while you aggressively try to wipe it away; trying to stop yourself from believing.

“(y/n),” Everyone was staring at you and before they could even react, your hurried hands found their way to your sword. Your fingers fumbling on the handle as you tried to unsheathe your sword. “What the fuck are you thinking?!” Sanemi screamed as he raced towards you. 

The sight of the sword unsheathed from its scabbard was enough for Sanemi to take a hold of your wrist before removing the sword from your vice-like grip; even to an extent of breaking a few fingers just to get the sword away from you. Pinning you down on the pebbled ground, Sanemi stared into your eyes; only to be greeted with blurry orbs.

“Don’t do this,” Sanemi begs as he moved both of your arms above your head, one hand securely holding your wrists as the other wiped your tears. “Kyojuro would be sad-”

“Isn’t it unfair?!” you retaliate with quivering lips, “What purpose do I have to continue this damned life-”

“Cut it out!” Sanemi slams his hand on your mouth. The fact that all of you lost the fire in your lives sent him on the edge. He, too, cherished Kyojuro but seeing how destructive you’ve become angered him. 

“Are you out of your goddamned mind, (y/n)? Do you think Kyojuro wanted to die?! You, yourself, know that Kyojuro always had that sense of urgency to protect the weak. If he was here, he’d tell you to fucking live! Let that fucking sink in your mind.” 

“Shinazugawa-san-” the Insect Pillar tried to stop the Wind Pillar, only to be stopped when she felt Gyomei’s hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. 

The blank look in your eyes sent Sanemi’s mind into a scrambling mess. The tears soon to cease but it baffled him, only to be taken aback by your request. “Why don’t you just kill me, Shinazugawa? Let’s just end this.” 

Your voice was muffled against his palm, but it was clear enough to be understood by the Wind Pillar. Your request struck a different chord in him; a chord that made him see a different light. All he could see was red and soon, his fist was up in the air, ready to strike you down - only to have both of you go limp; consciousness leaving the two of you.

Shinobu was quick enough to prevent matters going out of hand. Looking over to her shoulder, a faint smile crosses her lips as she meets the gaze of everyone. “Ara, ara,” she gently pushes Sanemi’s body off of you before continuing, “Tokito-san, can you be a dear and bring (y/n)-san back to her estate?” 

The younger hashira didn’t think twice and heeded the older hashira’s request. Turning her gaze to Uzui, Shinobu stands up as she pat off the dirt from her knees. “Ara, Uzui-san, please do take care of Shinazugawa-san.” The Sound Pillar couldn’t stop a grunt from slipping past his lips. It wasn’t a flamboyant request, but it didn’t stop him from throwing the Wind Pillar over his shoulder, taking his leave with Obanai and Gyomei following behind him.

Kyojuro, I thought you could handle it. Shinobu heaves out a sigh before following Muichiro to the Thunder Pillar’s estate with Mitsuri and Giyuu.

-

Before you stood a tall, majestic tree. Its leaves dancing with the wind the breeze strongly blew. Looking around you, you were surrounded by the vast serenity of water, however, there were tiny flames running- the pitter patter of their steps sounded like tiny droplets of rain. 

Where am I? you thought as you walk towards the tree, eyes still scanning through the place; trying to put one plus one together. “Am I dead?” you thought out loud with your back pressed against the tree, sliding down to hug your knees against your chest. 

“Huh,” there were no emotions building up inside of you. It felt like you were at peace, soon forgetting all the problems you have. “I must be dead-”

“There you are, my sweet flame.” 

That voice. The voice you craved so much. The dulcet yet booming voice that always sent your heart into a bliss. Quickly turning to meet the voice’s owner, (e/c) orbs were immediately met by sun-like ones. 

“Kyo...” you breathe out as you stare at him with wide-eyes. You didn’t dare to move, nor take in another breath. You were scared. Scared to break whatever it was from letting you see Kyojuro looking at you with a smile. “Won’t you give me a welcome back hug?” 

Hurt was written all over his face but he couldn’t blame you. “I’m scared,” your voice was soft, so soft that it scared him. “Why?” he asks as he sits himself in front of you, eyes never losing its flame.

“Y-you,” your quivering lips was enough to answer his question. “I d-don’t want you to disappear.” A tear slowly slid down your cheeks, only to be wiped away by Kyojuro’s finger. “I won’t.” he calmly takes your hand in his before pulling you into a hug, taking in your scent. 

Realizing he wasn’t going to disappear, you quickly wrapped your arms around him; pulling him closer towards you- bodies flush against each other. “Why are you crying-”

“Kyo, p-please tell me this is all a dream.” it was evident in your voice your desperation and grief, “I don’t want you to leave me. I d-don’t know if I could live without you, y-your the only one who motivates me to live-”

“I won’t leave you, my sweet flame-”

“Then tell me why your crow told me you were dead?!” the warmth between the two of you was slowly replaced by the cold breeze- your eyes still brimming with tears as you stared at him 

Sadly smiling at you, Kyojuro takes a strand of your (h/c) locks before tucking it behind your ears. “I love you,” he knows that his diversion didn’t seem to go unnoticed by you, “I love you with all my heart, (y/n),” he continues without his smile wavering.

“I love how that mind of yours think of the most beautiful things,” he places a soft kiss on your forehead, eyes still never leaving yours as it immediately found its way back to the (e/c) orbs, “I love those (e/c) hues that continue to make me melt whenever it meets mine in the most unexpected moments,” another kiss on both of your closed eyes. Pulling away, he continues to tuck in the lose strands behind your ears.

“I love how your nose would wrinkle whenever I make the most outrageous pick-up lines which never seemed to fail in making you laugh afterward,” another kiss on your nose. His gaze softened when he sees you sobbing while listening to him speak. 

You couldn’t stop the tears but you also couldn’t seem to move a muscle as the fear seemingly found its way back to you. Raising his hand to have his thumb wipe away the tears, Kyojuro continued. “I love those (s/c) cheeks get dusted in pink whenever I kiss you out of the blue.” Kyojuro continues to shower your cheeks with kisses, a chuckle leaving his lips when he saw you furrow your eyebrows in attempt to stop yourself from crying.

“And I love those soft, plump lips of yours making snarly comebacks whenever we have our childish banters and those heavenly laugh of yours that seem to make me full of content.” A soft, yet passionate kiss was then planted on your lips. 

Pulling away before you could even respond to his kiss, Kyojuro leans his forehead against yours, thumb caressing your cheeks; only to feel you lean towards it with eyes closed. The sight of your tears escaping through the closed lids broke Kyojuro’s heart. “I love you so much, (y/n).”

“I-”

“(y/n)!” 

“(y/n)! For crying out loud, wake up!!!”

“Huh?”

“(y/n)!”

“(y/n), wake up!” The moment your eyes fluttered open, the sight of Kyojuro’s younger brother greeted you. “Finally! Get up.” He grits his teeth as he tries to pull you up. Baffled by his actions, the sleep in your eyes was immediately wiped off when you stumbled on your feet.

Senjuro didn’t seem to have any plans on telling you what’s going on but you just let him drag you. “I-Is something the matter?!” you query in between breaths, a bit startled at how fast Senjuro has become. “K-kyo..” he tries to tell you but it was as if the adrenaline rush was stopping him from doing so.

“Senjuro, if you don’t tell me I swear I’m going to-” 

You breath hitched the moment your eyes landed on the person right in front of you. Senjuro looks over his shoulder with tears in his eyes and a smile on his lips. “N-no...” you softly heave out as you take a step back.  You couldn’t believe your eyes. Before you stood Kyojuro with Tanjiro standing beside him with arms supporting his arms. 

“Didn’t I,” he takes in a sharp breath before flashing you a smile, “tell you that I’ll be back?”

It was evident how badly banged up Kyojuro was from the mission. His entire body’s wrapped in bandages; blots of red forming from almost every part of the bandage covering his body- especially around his left eye. “I-I thought.. you’re...” your voice softly trails off, knees slowly giving away only to have Senjuro catching you with his father, Shinjuro. 

“Dead?” the words left a metallic taste in his mouth; only to remember the sudden turn of events before his life flashed before his eyes. “I’m home,” his sun-like orbs never left your (e/c) ones; it sparkled with happiness and sincerity – only to have you finding the strength to run and throw yourself towards him, taking in the fact that he’s there, alive and breathing.

Unable to stay grounded on the floor, Kyojuro loses his footing with you twisting your body to have you slamming your back on the ground. With a low grunt leaving his lips, he was immediately instilled with panic when he realizes he’s on top of you; only to have the feeling wash away when he finally sees the smile on your face.

“I’m so happy,” your hand finds its way to his cheek, cupping it with your thumb gently caressing the skin underneath the bandaged eye. “You’re really alive.” You whisper softly as you take in his features.

“Thank you, kami-sama, for bringing this man back to me.”

Upon hearing those words, Kyojuro couldn’t hold back the tears he’s been pushing back. Fits of sobs echoed throughout your shared estate; the two of you lying on the ground crying both of your hearts out. Soon, the sound of rushed footsteps found their way before the two of you, making you look up – seeing Shinobu, along with the rest of the Hashiras, staring down at the two of you with glistening eyes.

“Kyojuro!”

“Rengoku-san!”

Surprise and relief was written all over their faces and you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from pulling Kyojuro closer to your chest, making him lift his head up; meeting your (e/c) orbs. “Thank you and,” you pause for a second before planting a kiss on his busted lip, “I love you-“

“Ara, ara, I think we all can wait for that. Let’s get you fixed up at the Butterfly Estate, Rengoku-san,” the Insect Pillar muses as she gestures Uzui to carry the Flame Pillar to her estate. Transferring her amethyst orbs at you, she kneels down before running her fingers through your (h/c) locks.

“And you’re most certainly welcome to stay at the Butterfly Estate while Rengoku-san recovers alright, (y/n)-san?”

-

Days turned to weeks turned to months. Throughout Kyojuro’s stay in the Butterfly Estate, there was never a day where he’d thank the gods for saving him; for giving him another chance to live and spend the rest of his days with you.

The sound of laughter fills the air, a content smile crossing his lips when he sees you going through the door with Uzui’s wives. The four of you clicked right away the moment they arrived with a banged up Uzui. It even went to an extent of the girls asking Uzui to make you his fourth wife; you were the very definition of flamboyant which had them swooning over you, making Uzui laugh loudly but would immediately seek Kyojuro’s help, begging him to take his lover before the girls make her his fourth wife.

“You’re awfully cheerful today, my sweet flame.” Kyojuro teases with eyes following your movements, a glint of mischief seen in those sun-like orbs. Rolling your eyes in response, you place the tray on the nightstand before taking the bed table in your hands, placing it in between his legs. “Don’t you want me to be this cheerful, anata?”

The moment the word anata reached his ears, the sight of his cheeks, along with the tip of his ears, dusted in pink had you giggling. “Ora, did our little (y/n) call Rengoku-san anata?” Uzui’s ears were quick to pick up her words, mischief coating the words coming out from his mouth.

Kyojuro instant became a blushing mess, eyes unable to meet your (e/c) orbs as you place his breakfast on the table. “Aw, Rengoku-san’s blushing- A-ah! What was that for?” Uzui immediate retracts his tongue when Makio pinches his sides, stopping him from further harassing the Flame Pillar.

“Anata, open up. I cooked you your favorite sweet potato rice and salt-grilled sea bream!” you beam, hands busy scooping a spoonful of sweet potato rice, topping it with a small piece of the salt-grilled sea bream. Bringing the spoon up to his mouth, you patiently wait for him to open up; a cheeky smile crossing your lips, zeroing the blush on his cheeks.

Kyojuro was happy that you were feeding him, however, you’ve been becoming bolder as the day passes by and it surely has taken the Flame Pillar by surprise. Obediently opening his mouth, you carefully place the spoon inside his mouth, removing it right after he took a hold of everything- only to have him gleam as he lets out a loud “Isshoi! Isshoi!”.

The bowl of sweet potato rice and the plate filled with salt-grilled sea bream was empty before you know it. “Gochisousama deshita!” Kyojuro happily rubs his tummy, eyes still following your movements as you put the table to the side.

You were about to speak up when you hear the rustling of sheets behind you, making you look back to see Uzui being assisted by his wives as he gets off his bed. “We’re gonna go out for a bit, (y/n)-san, Rengoku-san.” Suma sheepishly excuses the four of them, leaving the two of you with a small bow before the two of you could even respond.

“Those three sure are something,” you comment, returning your gaze to your beau- only to see him patting the space beside him. “Lie down with me,” he says as a scoot a little bit to the other side, giving you just enough space. Chuckling at your lover’s request, you didn’t think twice but to climb on the bed before nuzzling your face on the crook of his neck; causing a boisterous laughter to erupt from him.

His index finger and thumb immediately found its way on your chin. Slightly pulling yourself away from him, you give him a questioning look. Kyojuro didn’t waste anytime before leaning in to give you a chaste kiss on the lips. “I really love it when you call me anata, my sweet flame.”

It was now his turn to look at you with such a teasing gaze, his smile never leaving his lips. However, you knew better than backing out from a fight. With a sly smirk, you tug him closer with your grip around his collar, faces inches away from each other.

“How about if I call you,” moving your lips to his ear, you glance at his expression before continuing, “Goshujin-sama.” Your voice came out as a whisper; such velvety voice was enough to send shivers down his spine. The way your breath glossed over his neck was enough for him to pull you into him lap, legs straddling him as your hands rested on his chest.

“Marry me, my sweet flame.” Kyojuro blurts out in the heat of the moment. The way how those words perfectly rolled off your tongue had his mind swirling- images of the two of you married and with kids surely was something he can consider as paradise. “Please, marry me.” he repeats as he sees no reaction from you; eyes slightly widen in surprise, mouth agape.

“Just hearing you call me goshujin sent me into a wonderful bliss,” he continues, rather, “I can see spending my life with you- with our little ones running around. They could either have my hair and those beautiful (e/c) orbs of yours or the other way around! Little me and you showering us kisses whenever they come home—”

Kyojuro’s word were cut off by a pair of lips slamming against his- shutting him up. “I’d definitely marry you, Kyo! Even in another life, I’d still marry you over and over again.” You confess, hands cupping his cheeks with eyes glistening with tears of joy. You’ve always wanted to start a family; to spend the rest of your life with Kyojuro and now with the opportunity laid out to you, it was worth taking!

Upon hearing your confession, Kyojuro’s eyes gleamed with joy. “Really?” You nod your head in response; a pair of arms pulling you in for another kiss.

“Let’s enjoy the rest of our lives together, my sweet flame.”

“I plan to, goshujin-sama.”

“Finally!” snapping both of your heads towards the door, the two of you were greeted by the Uzui household standing by the doorway with big smiles on their faces. “I told you Rengoku-san would act immediately if he hears your amazing request of having me to ask for his beau’s hand!” Uzui exclaims with confidence and pride oozing from him, only to have the girls rolling their eyes in the process.

“Wait, were you really planning to ask my sweet (y/n) as your wife?”

“Rengoku-san didn’t know that?” Uzui nervously laughs with eyes looking at his wives, beads of sweat forming on his temples. “He didn’t?”

“Tengen!!!!”

[prodicalmenace]

JDKASRJDJE I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS! Please can you write headcanons for chuuya, dazai, and oda with an executive s/o I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS TYSM💞💞💞

AAA I LOVE YOUR LOVE and i loved this prompt though i kinda focused on meetings more then relationship because the power dynamic is too sexy for me to think of rn okay here we go

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chuuya

you rose in the ranks the same time as him and dazai, but you've been part of the mafia since birth. your parents were already high up in the organization under the old boss, but as casualties of the crossfire left in his demise mori kept an eye on you well aware of the revengeful spirit in youth. luckily, your ambition outweighed your anger. ambition, of course, is what chuuya loves about you.

chuuya was still the first of you three to make the rank but he never vouched for you. he knew you were strong, he respected your skills, and most of all you hated preferential treatment. it's why kouyou was the one to vouch for you, because for some reason she has this twisted need to mind fuck you like the evil step mother figure you never needed.

but its because she knows chuuya is in love with you, and has been for some time.

call it her blessing but your first executive roundtable had the two of you sitting across from one another, and while you spoke out on political actions in place with mafia pawns kouyou watched as chuuya couldn't take his eyes off of you with a grin likely hurting his cheeks. it's the power, the influence, but most of all the calm you've retained all this time as others would take shots or jab at your pride.

and then mori sent him overseas. cockblock, really, so kouyou took her time creating the exceptional partner for chuuya you are, accentuating the poised but dangerous professional you already were

then he came back. then he was forced into using corruption. then all this meticulous work done on you faded as you sat at his hospital bed side waiting for him to wake up, all strength and resilience gone the minute his life was on the line beyond your natural occupational hazard

and when he woke up, chuuya did what gravity does best: he pulled you in

dazai

mori branded you as his replacement, the promotion completely out of his own pettiness, and if dazai didn’t know your name before he sure did four years later when you showed up to the ada intent on ruining his day

“mail for osamu!” your voice was eerily chipper, and though he ignored you and remained in his seat his eyes still trailed the way your hand draped across tanazakis arm when you handed him the red envelope, most of all the way you managed to wink at him in the reflection of the windows like you made sure he was watching you

the envelope was like blood, and inside red ink sketched a drawing of his exact office, the one he would sit in, sleep in, occasionally bleed in if the day called for it. it was a token of rudeness, like you were challenging his departure by reminding him of something so pitifully regimen

he tore up the drawing and stuffed it in his pockets. the pages were probably taken by the current eventually and he could have forgotten it even when there was the short lived alliance, but you showed up to watch ranpo work the case at the rivers edge and it was hard to miss your blood red overcoat, like the color of a dying stop sign begging to turn off despite a dedication to its job.

“i thought you all wore black” “i don’t want you to miss me in the crowds, osamu” your voice was certainly not honey, but a deep tar that made his breath hitch. what the fuck. what the fuck? what the fuck! he couldn’t stop thinking about you, you who was just an archives filer according to documents he found when searching for the bounty on atsushi, you who would drink tea cold he found when following you to your favorite cafe where you would pretend to read with that sick smile on your face not touching your drink until it got cold

he was uncharacteristically obsessed, it was certainly bothersome. he wondered if he wanted to die just so he wouldn’t have to worry about you anymore or think about how you smelled like the ocean, like a tidal wave pulling the air from his lungs and threatening to drown him

oda

you and oda go way way back. he was your go-to hitman while you were climbing the ranks of the mafia under the previous boss; you needed a confidant to your political warfare and who was better than someone who never missed a shot?

when the old man died and the new boss came in it was surprisingly easier to make it to an underboss rank than you thought, and you put in a good words for oda even when he refused to kill. it was a weird change in his character but you didn’t care, he was still the loyal confidant you needed, and eventually he became a friend

the kid became an executive before you went on a real date. in fact he was the one to push you two together, like he thrived in the emotional uncertainty that would fill the room whenever the two of you interacted. for a while he was just one of your pawns, one of those men you used and kept only for another battle, but you respected his absolve and most of all his inability to separate your position from your person. he was… impossible

so you tried to seduce him, obviously, and then it went horrifically wrong, obviously

long story short you really knocked the port mafia gala out of the park when ango ended up roofied and far too happy for anyones liking so you and oda were forced to drag his body out of the building and to a getaway car, and before you could apologize and admit to the disaster he planted his hands on either of your cheeks and pulled your mouth to his, because how stupid were you to think you needed to trick him into loving you he said, because how long was he going to keep him on a leash he said, because how good was he supposed to be when he would drop any moral for the things you ask of him he whispered against your bare skin in the morning and every day after that when you woke up next to him

and then he was gone, and you forgot to ask how long was he supposed to love you only after everybody else

[godofevrerything]

Agape

Pairing: Eliza x Dayra

Synopsis: One rule broken leads to so much.

@fairylightsandthings

Part Four

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Time passed. To angels, time wasn’t much. They lived for all eternity, so time was a small concept. Except for guardian Angels.

As long as their charge lived, they had to keep track of the time. The human time, not their own.

And for Eliza, it was hard. She hadn’t been born a guardian, only a filer. And as a filer, she had no reason to keep track of human time. Only if she wanted to see something be made down on Earth. Other than that, she could let time slip through her fingers and blow away in the wind.

But still, she kept track. However hard it was, however difficult her tasks seemed, she knew that it was nothing compared to the horrors Dayra went through daily.

Eliza had of course expected being Dayras GA to be a difficult job. But she had not expected the sheer amount of violent, nearly psychotic fury that Nick had towards his small niece. It was more than anger, a sort of burning bitter rage that seemed to consume him whenever he saw Dayra.

Eliza couldn’t understand it, not one little bit of it.

As she read more and more, observed more and more, despair started to creep into her head. Perhaps Nick was a lost case, maybe she shouldn’t have tried so hard to help Dayra.

Maybe this was a mistake.

But she knew it wasn’t. She wasn’t going to give up, it wasn’t in her nature, and more importantly, even if it was, she wasn’t going to let a child suffer and perhaps someday turn out like the monster who dared to call himself her uncle.

So Eliza watched. She made frequent visits to Earth, daily in fact. It was so often that sometimes she felt as if she lived on Earth, not in Heaven.

She did her best to rein in Nicks temper, but it was like trying to calm a wild, bucking and psychotic bull. But she managed. A bit of magic here and there, even though it drained her, this was her job. To help and protect Dayra no matter what.

Time passed. Six human years, to be exact. Seven years of grueling work and research, flying down to Earth whenever possible, giving both Dayra and Kira sweet dreams and good rest, learning and growing alongside Dayra Sawyer. Learning different things, yes, but at the core, Eliza and the girls existence wasn’t much different.

They each had to survive. Dayra through physical hurdles, Eliza under the strict laws of Heaven. And they grew together.

There were no major incidents, none at all. Until there was.

Down on Earth, the sun was low, a wind blowing. Fluffy cumulus clouds dotted the vanilla sky.

A beautiful backdrop for a tragedy.

Three girls stood on the quarry. Dayra, Kira and Winnie. The last’s fists were clenched, glaring furiously at Dayra.

And with a swift movement, she shoved Kira aside and grabbed Dayras shirt.

“Winnie- STOP- she can’t- She can’t swim!” Kira yelled, trying to push herself up from the gravel.

Winnie tilted her head, silent for a moment, then spoke softly, coldly. “That’s what I’m counting on.”

One shove.

“No!” Kira cried.

She managed to snatch Dayras hand, grey eyes wide with terror.

Dayra held onto her hand tightly, grip slipping more and more by the second. “Kira, I can’t- I can’t-“

There was a sharp crunch, and Kira screamed and Winnies foot slammed down on her arm.

“Dayra, hold your breath-!”

The girl fell, plunging into the dark waters, holding her breath.

Up in Heaven, Eliza was reading, take a few seconds of a break before diving into another file.

A sudden rush of ice seemed to pour into her heart, and she jumped, book falling from her grasp. Blue eyes wide, Eliza looked around, panic filling her.

What-?

Her crystal ball was red.

“Dayra-!” she cried.

No- no no no no this couldn’t be happening, not this soon! No, no, crap- what had- god, no this-

Dayra!

She snatched her key up, flying down to the door to Earth, nearly smashing into a few columns on the way.

Hands trembling, she opened the door, then dove. And fell, through the sky.

In a mortal body.

It was a strange sensation, being in a mortal body. Even in her horrified panic, Eliza could feel the icy wind slashing through her thin dress. Goosebumps came up on her skin, and her breath made clouds as she fell.

When she hit the water, pain exploded. Red hot, burning pain filled her, and her lips opened in a silent scream. Water came rushing into her mouth, her throat, liquid ice that only worsened her panic.

Did angels die? Could they die? In human form?

She couldn’t die, no, not like this-!

Somehow, Eliza twisted her body around. Miraculously, she wasn’t injured. Insurance from Heaven she supposed.

Dayra, where was Dayra?!

A speck caught her eye. A golden speck, the same color as Dayras hair.

She twisted around again, and there Dayra was, falling through the water. Hurriedly, Eliza swam over. Her body seemed to be superpowered, she couldn’t feel the cold of the water anymore, or maybe she had just numbed to it. But she swam fast, hugging Dayra to her chest as she kicked, swimming to the surface.

The air was warm, or at least seemed that way as Eliza and Dayras head broke through the surface. Her lungs seemed to be on fire, and she gasped for breath, yelping and gagging as her head went back under. She swam quickly towards the quarry, limbs seeming to move in slow motion. It was as if the water was quicksand, trying to drown them both.

Finally, she reached the shore, setting Dayra down then crawling next to her, gasping in pain. Fork- everything hurt. But it didn’t matter.

Eliza felt for a pulse, relief flooding her as she felt one. She shook Dayra, wishing that she had known more about how to wake a human up.

If as by a miracle, Dayras eyelids fluttered slightly, and she coughed, making Eliza jump. She turned the girl over, patting her back; Just in time as she vomited water onto the ground, gagging.

“Uhhh..” Dayra groaned.

The girl twisted back around, eyes widening as she stared at Eliza.

“Who..?”

Eliza flinched. No- crap, why was she always so bad at this?!

Charges weren’t supposed to see their GAs, no matter what. Even a small glimpse could mean disaster. It was one rule that must be obeyed at all times.

And she had broke it.

Panic filled her, and she ran, right back into the water. Eliza squeezed her eyes shut tightly, not knowing how she would get back. Please, please get back!

Clenching her key tightly, she thought of Heaven. The gardens, Risk, her office. Bits and pieces of imagery streaked through her mortal brain, the cold, oh goodness, the cold-!

And then it was warm.

Her eyes snapped open. She was back in her office, dry and warm. Eliza’s breath came out in shaky puffs, and she ran her hand over the papers and files, eyes wide with shock.

It was that simple? Just think of Heaven, hold the key, and you were back?

But Dayra!

Panic seized Eliza again, and she grabbed her crystal ball, relief flooding her again for the second time in mere minutes.

Kira had found Dayra, and was wrapping her cousin up in her cardigan. Picking the small girl up and carrying her, presumably back to their house.

Oh, thank goodness-

“Eliza!”

She jumped, nearly falling out of her chair in alarm. “Huh?!”

It was Risk, bright smile fading as she took in her cousins disheveled appearance. “Um... you okay? You kinda look like you’ve been through somethin.”

She pressed a hand to her chest, smiling weakly. “Well, yeah, you could say that. But uh, what’s up?”

Risk’s smile grew again, nodding down the hallway. “I was just gonna check out that new cafe. Heard they sell boba! You wanna come?”

She paused, lowering her voice. “And... then maybe you could tell me what’s got you into such a panic.”

Eliza glanced at her desk, eyes lingering on the crystal ball. Dayra... would be fine, right? Kira would take care of her for a bit. And surely an hour of a break wouldn’t hurt.

She hesitated, then turned back to Risk, smiling as she stood. “Yeah, I’ll come. Boba sounds good. And I could use a chat.”

Her cousin beamed, linking arms with her. “Great!”

Dayra would be fine, Eliza told herself. And for now, she had to make sure that she was fine.