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threepandas · 5 months ago

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Bad End: Cultivation

The rope creaked softly, suffering under the weight it was not meant to bear, as it stretched out, seemlingly endless into the mist. This had once been a bridge. The entrance to this lonely place. Humble as it was, the simple rope bridge had once stood for time immemorial. A path of safety above Soul Eater mists below.

Terrible creatures and unspeakable monsters dwelled down there. Things that devoured. Even the mists themselves, were said to drive men mad. Cause hallucinations and aggression. Qi draining in nature. It was like a living thing that digested you slowly.

Unless, of course, you could escape.

Or, it was said, if you were like the legendary immortal who had founded this temple. HE had apparently just walked. Refused the mist's their hold on him. Then climbed the cliff face to this mountain top. I somewhat doubted that tale. But then again, staring down at the rolling mists... it seemed impossible that ANYONE could have ever survived them.

The bridge creaked on, in the soft breeze. There were days it's groans sounded like the cries of a beast in pain. Tortured. When the wind rattled and dragged at what remained of its form. Trying to pull it from it's post. Down, down, down to it's final end.

There was a boot print. Terrible and damning. Cracked, IMPRINTED, deep into the base of the pillar that once held up one side. Far away, the bridge must surely still be stable. Both pillars standing tall, like gaurds. Like brothers. But here?

One powerful kick.

And the bridge had disappeared out from underneath all those that stood upon it.

Everyday... every day I come. Every day I look upon this bridge. Upon the boot, a terrible sin imprinted into stone, and I tell myself I do not recognize the size of it. That my suspicions are wrong. My instincts surely lying. Because... because if I do not?

What can I do? What could I POSSIBLY hope to do? If my suspicions WERE correct? If in this place, lives a monster? I am not stronger them him. Without him, I would be utterly alone. He has insured I am all but dependant on him. Not teaching me how to cook nor clean, farm nor fight. All practical skills are lessons for another day. Forever another day.

Yet...

Yet, I MUST know.

I torture myself with this. The wondering. The questions I do not not ask, for fear he will not even bother hiding behind lies. I stare at the old, long dried blood that stains where the bridge once ended. The shimmering heavenly gold. Somehow... some horrified, gut wrenched, SCREAMING instinct... knows it to be the blood of Tree Fruit.

It is the blood of the unborn. Those that will never get the chance, now. They... they were not even apart of anyone's body. Were wholly seperate, dependent and their protectors for survival. Were FRUIT for God's sake. Just as I had been. Souls reborn, not from flesh, but clean and new, from a Divine Tree. Ascendant from some other place.

I don't know WHY they were taken from the Tree. Why I was. My memory is spotty. It was too soon. I had not forgotten yet. Was not READY yet. It should have been safest to stay there. Be born into the world. Yet... they were on this bridge, instead. Attacked. The blood of infants stains the stones and will never wash clean. I can not... I was still FRUIT, then.

I can not REMEMBER.

And so I come. Again and again, before this rope. That stretchs out into the mists. Above far more terrible things. And try to recall. Make sense of it this terrible thing before me. This bridge. A long, worn, straining rope. With old, well-worn wooden planks, weathered by the ages, that... that hang like bodies.

Strung up in an endless row.

That whisper as they clack and groan with suffering in the wind, "A crime. A crime. Great evil was committed here!"

I tell myself... like a child hiding from monsters they KNOW are real. Trembling and blood soaked, terrified, as they crawl as far back into some small dark place as they can... I... I do not want to compare the boot print in that stone to Lei's. That they would be different sizes, even if I did.

I do not convince myself.

I never do.

"Shimei, this disciple wonderd where you were..." calls out a familiar voice. Deep in the way dangerous waters are deep. Smooth and placid at the surface. With something deadly I can not see, far, far below. "This one has found you at the bridge again. What captivates you so? You missed your morning snack. Should be on your way to early morning meditations."

My smile is more of a grimace, as I turn.

There are days... when forgetting is easy. When the tranquility of this place seeps itself into my bones. The comfort he deliberately arranges for me. The scheduled repetition. It is... trance-like.

Sitting with tea and snacks. Watching the early morning's sunlight dance off the distant mist. As birds wake and dew settles. The world hushed. Cup warm in my hand. Coat dropped over my shoulders. It is beautiful. The meditation garden is beautiful. EVERYTHING here is beautiful.

It is the fact that it is... empty, that bothers me.

This was not a temple built for two people. Remote as it must be in the world. The sect built this place for a reason. And each day that passes? I am more convinced that reason was to have a place to fall back too. The temple is lovely... but more then that? It is a FORTRESS.

Difficulty getting here is not even a fraction of the defens it holds.

So WHY?

WHY are there only two people here?

I nod, stepping towards my "shixong" as he insists I call him, dispite there being just the two of us. His hand reaching out to take my arm, guide me. I no longer need help navigating these halls. But he does not stop. Clings to his excuses to coddle and touch. It is a fight I can not win. I pick my battles. But, before his hand reaches my sleeve. Knife!

A throwing knife, shrieks near silent through the air as it cuts between us. Nearly removing Lei's fingers as it does. I jerk away, startled. He whips around towards the bridge.

"GET AWAY FROM THAT CHILD!"

The voice that roars that command has the distinct rasp of old age. Sure enough, a figure in flowing robes surges forward from the mist, running light as a feather across the single rope that remains of the bridge. Long white hair and beard. A wrinkled face, more accustomed to smiling, now turned into a fierce and determined scowl. The robes of a Grand Master.

There are a handful of warriors following him.

But the one that I can not look away from... it's... it's like looking through the lense of a half forgotten dream. Blurred by angles all wrong. But oh... oh how could I forget that face? The one that stares at me with such fierce and fearful determination?

...Shijie?

More then an older sister, less then a mother. Whisperd promises, muffled by liquid, from long ago. I know that face. KNEW it. It once smiled down at me, as I grew upon my branch, and promised we would be family. Loved me. Beautiful and patient, as she whispered about all the wonders of world.

I was...

Oh.

I was supposed to go with HER.

Be raised by HER. A little sister, a daughter, someone she could guide and grow with. My memories struggle to come together, but faced with familiar faces? They TRY. Especially as power begins to surge around me. Terrible and familiar. The beginnings of a fight.

Someone on my branch. Not my sister. Pale as morning mist and just as untouchable. He seemed lonely. I was lonely. Far from other Fruit, an awkward thing, high up, and on an old twisting branch. That had missed all nipping and cultivation by being accidentally hidden by the leaves surrounding it. The fruit was supposed to grow lower to the ground, where it could be watched. Safe.

But I happened anyway.

And I was alone.

No others to spend my time with. No disciples to come and care for me, day to day. So when the mist man came? I clumsily... reached out. Pat pat. There, there. I'm here, "dude". (I... can not remember what that word meant. But I know I knew it. It was friendly, I think.)

He was surprised to find me, up there.

I don't not think he told anyone.

I...I think he was supposed too?

But it did not matter in the end. Someone else found his hiding spot. Found me. There was much shouting and alarm. Elders, I think. Doctors, to insure I was well. Great relief, that I was a hardly little thing, developing as I should. After that? I had constant visitors. None that seemed very interesting... until... until my Shijie.

They were looking, I think, through interested parties for a match. Who would adopt me. Then there was softness. Sweet, golden days. The mist man visited. Anger from him? Not at me. Displeased. Covetous? I did not understand. Something wrong was growing but I was unborn... did not have a name yet for the sensation.

Just that is was...Dark.

Then it was night time. A beautiful moon through the branches. Smoke, black and terrifying. Screaming and the clash of swords. Unbearable heat, climbing and climbing. Lights blinking out. Dying? Were... were they dying? The great Tree, divine and holy, groaning in agony. Wood popping from heat. Splintering from blows.

Feet upon my branch. Running, running, running. Falling too their knees. Swordsman's hands. Bloody, wrong, not my shijie. Where is my shijie? Sister! SISTER?! I am being pulled. No. No, it is not time. It is too soon. The Fruit is not ready.

The hands do not care.

I am torn out by the roots.

Where the Tree should be... is nothing. I SCREAM. It hurts! A void. The ocean of life gone, gone, GONE! Already I am starving. Destabilizing. Dying again. Scared! Please! I am-!

A hand wraps around the raw nerves of my roots. They are wrong. I know them, but they are WRONG. Where is shijie? Sister... SISTER! Please!! Energy floods back in, as though it never stopped. But... but it is not clean. Like brackish water after so long in clear springs, I choke as I try to adjust.

Moving.

Running.

Where is the Divine Tree? I want to go home.

Others join. Burned. Bleeding. They have Fruit too. I have never been so close to others. They sound nervous too. Scared. But they have their family. Why do I not? There is some plan. A bridge that goes on and on. Below us are terrible things. They are talking? The end in sight.

"-viously you can't... -ep her, she's not your child. Y.. -eat thing protecting her th.. -ll be so relieved you have her child. N.. -all we have to... -ait out this..."

Something ugly is rising. Danger. DANGER. No, no, NO. STOP. Run! Bad thing is coming! I don't-! I can't-! Covetous, terrible, tar-like WRONG! Seeping up like festering! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!!

The sound of a sword being drawn.

I am tucked close. Cradled like something precious. As a blade sings destruction through the air. A shocked and betrayed cry. Confusion. I can see horror on faces, feel terror from the other Fruit. Two of them are dead. CRUNCH. The bridge violently lists to the side, weight no longer equally supported.

Time seems to slow... as ancient metal slides free of stone.

Half those on the bridge are gone in an instant, as the floor swings out from below them like a trapdoor. Those that remain? Are the souls fast enough to grab the rail that still remains. The boards, as they fall. They hang above certain death, as their friends fall screaming in primal fear, to horrific death below.

How long can they hold on?

Especially with only one hand?

A few already lost their grip on their Fruit in the sudden shift. Can only stare in numb and mind blank horror, soul deep agony, as the bright little lights fall... and fall... and fall...

Inside my Fruit I SCREAM.

I do not remember after that. Only being born. It is a blur of trauma my mind must have refused to keep. D..Damn it. DAMN IT! I jerk away from Lei. I had known. I hadn't WANTED to know... but I had KNOWN.

The Grand Master attacks. His blade crashing like the might of a wrathful god against Lei's. Sending him sliding back. The master pressing his advantage, warriors rushing to fan out between the fighters and me.

Arms. Soft yet unimaginably powerful, the scent of tea and the medicinal flowers she proudly grew for the sect, I was pulled into an embrace. My head tucked against her neck. Arms bordering on too tight. As though I would disappear at any moment.

"Shimei.." my shijie whispered, a wounded sound. "This sister has you. We have come to rescue you. The traitor will never hurt you again. Come!"

This felt right. I nod. Follow her towards the bridge.

"Thief."

Lei's snarls. Never has there been an uglier, more venomous sound. One of the warriors, acting as a shield, dies preventing my sister from being speared through the heart from behind. Desperately, she scoops me up. Breaking into a sprint.

"Do you truely think you can take this one's Disciple from him? His WORLD!?" An unhinged laugh echoed along side the clash on blades. "There is NOWHERE you can hide her, that I will not find! She is MINE! Belongs with ME! You can run but there is NO WHERE you can hide!"

I cling to my sister as she jumps up on the rope, racing away from the gilded cage that was my only home. Over her shoulder, Lei is locked in combat. The ugly something I had always known was there, finally out in the air between us. Demonic energy spilled from him like radiation. Sickening and every bit as caustic. His eyes wild as they lock onto me.

"I'm going to BURN everything that gets in my way, my disciple." He croons, the grin spreading across his face a thing that will haunt me. "Just like before. NOTHING will keep you away from me. Nothing! I am going to hunt you down, drag you to ascension, then spend the rest of time making you MINE."

"And nothing will stop me, child. Not even you. Why?"

"Because I LOVE You."

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player-1 · 1 year ago

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Hell's Chicken recap (post Canto 4)

Not sure if anyone rewatched the Hell's Chicken cutscenes (especially after Canto 4), but I love the multiple hints and pain to any future Cantos. In semi-order, here's a few moments I caught:

-Yi Sang w. Samjo's infodump on the multi-winged/legged chicken delicacy of K Corp: Oh yes, I'm already aware of this (BECAUSE DONGRANG TOLD THEM IN Lo9!!)

-Don w. Bongy!Heathcliff: (Sniffles sadly) And here I was hoping to dress him up like Fixers del Artedecer Ardiente (Burning Sunset Fixers/Fixers of the Burning Art (Liu Assocation??)), there's no need to insult him so!

-Me on 20:57-22:13 after skimming Dream of Red Chamber's Wikipedia: Wtf, Hong Lu!? Now I know your family life sucks, but you don't be to be so blasé about it! You're just brushing it off like Don!! (Just check out Liu and Base ID Hong Lu for the hint :)

-Meursault w. Outis violently slapping Bongy!Heathcliff: The force of impacts is similar to a soldier interrogating a captive enemy (Outis...wtf kind of soldier were you!?)

-Sinclair w. Ryoshu insulting Gregor's cooking skills on the battlefield: :O She's speaking with full words for once! -Gregor getting a headache after Ryoshu threw down the Mr. Krabs insult.

-Outis prefers instant-made food...Enough said.

-Also Gregor: Come on Ishmael, don't listen to Rodion. You and I were as thick as thieves in the early days (Veteran bonding? Another hint of Dante going MIA before the main story or them being in the company for years before?) [25:43 Sees Ishamel join Ryoshu's side, easily hearing the pain in his voice] -I...-I feel so betrayed right now.

-Sinclair immediately understanding Ryoshu's acronyms down to a T without question (CHICK: Chirping hesitation isn't cool, kiddo and RAFTS: Restaurant already fated to shut) And many more). It's honestly ironic since book/Limbus Sinclair explains art and emotions extremely heavily while Ryoshu shortens it, but they still have that artistic appeal.

-Ryoshu channeling her inner Yoshihide and traumatizing any poor soul who witnesses her "artistic talent" (ie. Don witnessing the horrors she committed on the chicken kebab that she refuses to explain with words).

-Yi Sang getting nostalgic over spoiled milk he drank the day before and not getting sick from it, but also getting embarrassed if anyone implies he eats terribly-cooked food on a regular basis (mostly likely ate spoiled food in his captivity and probably not remembering how to cook for himself cause of Gubo): Oh honey :(

-Sinclair taking the mantle in Round 2 w. cooking (hassled by the mom group excluding Ishmael), probably because he cooked for himself (terribly though) after his family got prosthesis replacements: Oh honey! :(

-Everything about Yi Sang's potato monologue (and 48:05 for the nervous panic in his voice when Don throws it away), also his reference of shredding chicken with his hands as a custom in his hometown at 39:47 (S Corp/District 19, but there's no further info on it's culture or Singularity).

-Meursault after verbally butchering Don's dish: Yi Sang, if this is your particular taste in food, I personally ask you to throng my teeth and prong my tongue this instant. Yi Sang: ...I have no excuse. (Also on par with book Meursault being an accountant and being extremely thorough on explaining things with brutal honesty)

-The Limbus gang actually succeeding in turning a Distortion back into a human through sheer luck and bullshittery (even if it's w. Dante and Heathcliff's help, Taii and Moses will definitely have an aneurysm if they ever found out).

-Vergi spacing out the second Don kept explaining the story past going into Eubong's, and Charon taking the Bongy plush and puts it on her window! :D

If there's anything else I might've missed (or not wanting to clog up the post with a full list), feel free to comment.

#limbus company #limbus company spoilers #limbus canto 4 spoilers #limbus company spoilers (?)#Faust's Distortion “hypothetical” w. Hong Lu is what got the gears turning for me #And the obvious revelation that the “filler” chapters are canon to the story of course #Just counting the days for Canto 4.5 here :)

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butmakeitgayblog · 1 year ago

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I know it's a spoilery question but if you can answer it, I would really like to know about it: in MBFW, when they are /FINALLY/ together and married (so in the future, future) does Clarke ever feels insecure about Lexa? Let me explain.

Clarke knows her feelings, God she knows them very well, she knows that she is in love with Lexa since forever, but Lexa broke up with her because she thought it was better that way.

After their discussion (that I reckon it will come in the end of the ff - more or less - if I got it right) they talk about everything and anything and I'm sure they will put everything in the right place, but what about in the future? Is there a moment where Clarke thinks that maybe Lexa is still insecure? That doesn't mean that Lexa has too, but does Clarke still has a "under the skin" insecurity?

And does Lexa notice it if Clarke does have it?

Does it make sense? I walked for 10 km today up and down the mountains so my brain is cooked.

Yes babe that made perfect sense 💕

And as for the answer, I mean, does she have insecurities here and there regarding they relationship? Yeah sure. BUT, they're no more than any average married couple would have. Ya know they have bad days and certain times when they feel like they're just out of sync. Days when they're stressed with work or the kids or an unexpected bill. Some days they just don't communicate the right way and it jumbles things up between them for a tiny bit.

But the great thing, the best thing that comes out of nearly a decade of just friendship and then allowing themselves to experience the full breadth of their love is that fundamentally, on a soul depth level, they know each other.

They know the little tells in each other when the other is annoyed or mad with something or afraid or insecure, because when they were friends, they were the person who the other one would come to about it. They've grown up together and seen each other at their worst and come out the other side, so at the end of the day, even on their bad days, it's like "that's not just my wife, that's my best friend. That's my person. No one knows me like she does."

So if there were ever a time when Lexa felt distant or seemed withdrawn or whatever, this time around Clarke would handle the situation completely differently than 19 year old her did. Back then she was just a kid who was infatuated and recklessly in love with a girl she'd known less than a year. Back then she was a kid who lacked the right communication skills and maturity to figure out how to navigate Lexa's baggage and was so desperate to keep Lexa in her life that she couldn't see the forest for trees.

This Clarke, future married-Clarke, Mrs. Griffin-Woods-Clarke on the other hand, she's got a whole different set of tools available to her. Now she's mature and steady in knowing exactly who she is, and more importantly, she know exactly who her wife is as a person first, then as a partner, and ultimately as her best friend. So if she ever happened to get those feelings it'd be an immediate, "Ok Time Out. Shut it down. Phones off, tv off, kids at grandma's or Raven's for the night. We need some you&me time to figure this out. Cuz this is how I'm feeling, and I need to know exactly how you're feeling too so we can either fix this or at least be on the same page before this gets any bigger than it is."

So just a total night and day flip in how she'd handle it.

But also I mean??? Lexa's extremely attentive and loving and despite the breakup has always been devoted to Clarke (she really has). And she's also learned to communicate better too because she knows to be a good partner for Clarke, that is something that Clarke needs from her. The reasons for her initial breakup are no longer an issue, but if anything else ever came up, she'd actually,,,, sit and talk to Clarke about it rather than just making unilateral decisions for them both 🥴 Wild concept there Lex

#anon #MBFW

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semi-imaginary-place · 10 months ago

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post 251 jjk thoughts

Sukuna going through it this week. (poor tummy mouth D:). I think he got punched in the soul like 5 times or however many hits Yuji got in. Tongue ripped out, stabbed, cut, hand ripped off, kicked a few times, losing control of megumi's body and his cursed energy, still regenerating from gojo. and then Maki comes in with the steel chair

My new prediction is Sukuna's gonna eat Yuta

Was thinking about Yuji more and he has both blood manipulation and soul manipulation? "Which one is his cursed technique?" is what I was questioning until I remembered Sukuna get both slashes and fire arrow.

Was Yuta/Rika eating the finger the best narrative use of the 20th finger? Eh I don't know, but it's certainly not the worst. Yuta eating Sukuna's finger worked, dude's the most beat up we've ever seen him and Maki's coming in with the folding chair.

sukuna's cursed technique?

I heard one hypothesis where his technique is to store and use the properties of cursed items to explain kamutoke.

I personally like that his ct is cooking or fire arrow and slashes are from his canabalizing his conjoined twin, because they are thematically and aesthetically relevant to Sukuna but it really is a mystery as of now. I hope whatever Gege reveals is a satisfying answer although I know that whatever it ends up being people are going to complain.

Sukuna only has one technique, and it's Fire Arrow. It's powerful, but imprecise and inefficient, so he studied jujutsu fundamentals religiously to refine it. His solution was an Ultimate Binding Vow, carved onto his own soul to forcibly restrain Fire Arrow into a practical form: Dismantle, with Cleave being a subtechnique refined from Dismantle. That Binding Vow manifests as his tattoos, which show up wherever his soul is, regardless of his body. He releases the limiter with Fuga (Open) to access the original form of his technique. Closed, it functions like a high pressure water nozzle, forcing the power of Fire Arrow through a minimal path. Explosive fire becomes a short-lived, hyper-concentrated arc of infrared radiation, invisible to everyone except Mahoraga (adaptation) and Kashimo (EM spectrum). Cursed spirits can't put Binding Vows on their own souls the same way because they're not structured like human souls. Sukunas' understanding of cursed energy and its relation to the soul is what makes this Ultimate Binding Vow possible, and also what allowed him to mold his body to optimize his jujutsu. Four arms and two months are obvious, but four eyes gives him supreme depth perception and peripheral vision to judge the distance of his Dismantles. (CaughtMeALurkfish)

That makes a lot of sense that only fire arrow is his ct and the slashes are him being very skilled with cursed energy, fire arrow in under binding vows that restrict it's form. We've already seen Sukuna get pretty wily with rules lawyering binding vows from his domain expansion to enchain with Yuji. corporate tax lawyer sukuna. He's also extremely knowledgeable about jujutsu and cursed energy. Like early on Gojo wacked a can with just cursed energy no cursed technique so pure cursed energy manipulation is possible.

#jjk #jjk spoilers #jjk 251

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tofuiharbinger · 2 years ago

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A weird question perhaps but which archon does tofu like most?/which archon likes tofu the most?

My... (sniffle)... my first ask...?

(holds you gently)

Don't worry! I love questions like these, thank you for asking! I also assumed you meant the child of Mama Tofu and not the Daofu alien (I should really write a differentiation soon).

Keep in mind that this is my interpretation of the Baby Tofu character. I'm not sure how many people noticed, but Baby Tofu and Mama Tofu are meant to be self-inserts for a reader and their presumed mother. Regardless, I hope you enjoy and please do not disclose my existence to Shiro.

Remember, reblogs help more than likes!

-Tofu Takes: Baby Tofu's Favorite Archon-

First Candidate: Venti

While both the Mini-Creator and their mother are introverts, Baby Tofu loves the tone-deaf bard! Aside from being their first five star ever, there’s a lot to like about him. His musical skills, his contagious playfulness, and of course, his cheeks! It’s a bit complicated, but Baby Tofu once saw that meme of Venti’s chipmunk face and they never forgot it.

Being a hermit, Baby Tofu doesn’t often leave the Creator’s manor, even if they’re in Teyvat. Yet somehow, the tone-deaf bard repeatedly manages to tow them into the sunlight (Mama Tofu is grateful). Whether that’d be visiting the statue at Windrise and playing with the crystalflies, or having picnics at Starsnatch Cliff. Their favorite activity, however, is flying kites. Yes, Teyvat would naturally provide a nice breeze, though the personal blessing of Barbatos himself is by far the best.

Overall, an 8/10! His outgoing personality is a bit too much at times, sadly. Baby Tofu secretly doesn’t like his storytelling style, but don’t tell him that. Shhh…

(Bonus Tidbit: Flying kites reminds them of Grandpapa Tofu…)

Second Candidate: Zhongli

Those of you who read Tales of Mama Tofu - Wrath of the Mini-Creator will know that Baby Tofu has a personal vendetta against the Geo Archon. Both for missing him on his rerun, and due to how he’s essentially their step-father now. Nevertheless, he’s the one who convinced them to download Genshin in the first place, and they must respect that.

As his…stepchild? Baby Tofu really cannot bring themselves to snap him, despite their occasional temper tantrums. He’s just so patient and understanding, not to mention an incredible listener. They’d feel terrible if they ever actually yelled at him. Thus, Zhongli mostly acts as their anchor and confidant, especially when they and the Creator don’t see eye-to-eye. What neither of them notice, however, is that the poor man is suffering an internal crisis. Yes, it’s his duty to look after the Mini-Creator, but they’re also the only living soul in Teyvat who has the audacity to complain about their Grace? Somebody help him.

For Baby Tofu, it’s an 8/10. They’ve found that a being as old as Rex Lapis has a special way of making them feel unintelligent. Other than that, he’s a cherished and reliable companion.

(Bonus Tidbit: Mama Tofu trusts Zhongli, his meteors, and his shield the most when it comes to their child’s safety. Bodyguard Morax when?)

Third Candidate: Ei

The Electro Archon’s obliviousness to modern society is indeed adorable. Yet even if the Creator remains unaware of her sins, Baby Tofu is the opposite. The Sakoku and Vision Hunt Decree aren’t exactly the best foundation for a higher god’s favor. In fact, they’re not sure how they should deal with it altogether, now that Inazuma is real and so are the consequences…

Well, no use in concentrating on the past. Whenever the Mini-Creator is in the nation, they take the time to introduce some foreign items to Ei. The most prominent example being food, as they’re somewhat determined to teach her how to cook (and no, Baby Tofu is not a second Gordon Ramsay, sorry). Though, if that doesn’t succeed, then the two of them can at least have a nice meal together. Knowing that her Excellency, the Almighty Narukami Ogosho, God of Thunder (A/N: I recited that from memory, are you proud of me?) can be a normal person too really does wonders for the Mini-Creator’s sanity.

A solid 7/10, they’re working on it together.

Fourth Candidate: Nahida

Ah, yes. The revered, sharp-witted, and powerful Dendro Archon. Baby Tofu truly respects her accomplishments and abilities. They’re not the most knowledgeable on Teyvat’s lore, but they do know that Nahida is the only Archon (as of current time) to be of significant help to the Traveler. Coupled with her resourcefulness, bravery, kindness, and curiosity, Kusanali has effortlessly won a place in the Mini-Creator’s favorites.

Baby Tofu’s childhood dream of having a sister has been fulfilled. While they can’t always be in Sumeru, they love chatting with Nahida. The two often visit the Aranara to eat and have fun, as well as chat about whatever comes to mind. Once, they figured out a spectacular sandwich recipe on one of their escapades. It’s become their secret dish! Nonetheless, when the excitement settles and they end up lying on the grass, Baby Tofu loves to talk dreams with Nahida. Like a wise man once said, “logic can get you from A to B, but imagination will take you everywhere.” (Albert Einstein) Both the Dendro Archon and the Mini-Creator seem to agree with that statement!

Baby Tofu is proud to declare Kusanali a 9/10. They’re not the best with children, though it usually isn’t an issue since Nahida is so clever.

(Bonus Tidbit: The Mini-Creator is absolutely jealous of Nahida’s magic swing. They’re the child of a high deity, why can’t they have one!? 🙁)

Final Answer:

It appears that Baby Tofu’s favorite Archon would have to be… Kusanali/Nahida! Congratulations, esteemed Dendro Archon!

(A/N: I might write about which Archon would like the Mini-Creator the most another time. Thank you for asking!)

#anon ask #sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #Mama Tofu #Tofu Anon

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heartheaded · 1 year ago

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savior: AVALORE AVALEE fandom: dungeons & dragons race: half-elf (high variant) class: bard subclass: whispers age: 25 sex/gender: intersex / male

backstory: Hails from a modest living in Helm's Hold. Born to a half-elf father and half-elf mother, the latter of which passed away from birth complications. Upon this birth, something strange also attached itself to his soul and would unfold loads of tragedy down the road. This, along with Avalore's unique body make-up, would be desperately hidden in an attempt to succeed.

As he grew in his youth, Avalore would remarkably attend school at the urgency and life savings of his father, who desperately wanted his son to succeed. It was only a wish for the barest of educations, for the elven side had long since been bred out. However, along with anything in the past that Lore would try that he would even remotely be interested in, would be ruined by the interjection of his animated shadow. Having to leave class, or ruin a song, or being unable to sleep because his shadow would be causing a ruckus.

Eventually, Avalore would have enough, and end up leaving both school and home in order to protect himself and his father. Mostly, it was because he likely would have failed anyway, and didn't want to burden his father with the news... Best just to go missing.

For the better part of seven years, Avalore has happily "been lost", using what skills he managed to pick up from school to fuel his wanderlust. He secretly hopes to uncover exactly what this shadow is, and why it suddenly became so compliant after leaving home. So compliant that it grew enough confidence for a voice... a voice that was happy to be away from the crowds and tests.

A voice that claimed to be the side of Avalore that wanted this, that lusted, the side that he had been neglecting...

Whether or not that was true, Avalore currently sings songs, adventures for hire, and fuels himself with the beauty of nature and smiling faces of people. He enjoys cooking, cleaning, costume design, singing, and if something were to go wrong because of him OH BOY!

He is kind, whimsical, and will always have an answer for every question even if the validity is questionable. If he isn't performing or otherwise putting on an act, he is withdrawn and quiet--afraid, even. Avalore has an over-reliance on magic and believes it to be the answer to all his problems. He will also kill/die for anyone that sticks around long enough to call him friend.

However, due to Avalore's own insecurities, he often leaves adventuring groups before they can ever form a bond--whether because they're turned off by the shadow, find him useless, or simply don't need him is his own demon to deal with.

appearance: 5'7", mousy brown coconut-cut hair, hazel eyes, thin and bendy performer body-type, sharp joints and a diamond face, button nose, freckles all over but especially shoulders and cheeks, gap in teeth, 10% pointed ears -- wears earthy-toned, loose traveling clothes and comfy boots... never wears anything that can't also be slept in

the shadow: Avalore is attached to an Animated Shadow -- this involves a slew of mechanical abilities, but the downlow is:

his name is Peter

he is a Fey that is trapped on another plane

he is soulbound to Lore--their souls are tied & their fate is one

he is NOT Avalore, but looks/is shaped like his silhouette by merit of being his shadow specifically

the reason for this varies--in the campaign, he was exiled from the Feywilds to the Negative Plane for being a Bad Boy and latched onto the first thing that drew him in after reaching out for help

dw about how -- Archfey magic

he is able to interact physically with the material plane, and in this state he's 3D and transparent--soul is here, but body and mind are not--it's like a negatively charged astral projection

he is always with Lore, and their relationship also varies -- in the campaign it's roughly close childhood friends

they are NOT RELATED, just unlucky

Peter sleeps in the daytime, so he can be "inactive & unaware" during the day

#BABBLE ON IN YOUR BABYLON ; avalore avalee #//for all my dnd girlies

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imbonewary · 1 year ago

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Shifting Sans Chapter 2 "In Which, Sans is Very Confused"

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

I flinched hard at a knock on the door. I must've blacked out for a minute.

"We heard something fall," a hesitant voice called through the door. "Is everything alright in there?"

Ah, that must've been me that fell, seeing as I'm on the floor, curled up in a rattling ball.

"'m fine,” hopped out of my mouth before I'd decided to respond. I’m not sure I’ve ever been "fine" but whatever. If that really is my brother than I don't want him to worry, and if it's not... show no weakness or it'll be used against you. I decided to stay on the floor as I went over what I knew; no sense wasting precious energy sitting up.

So.

I really did absorb a piece of the human's soul.

A piece of that thing is inside me now.

I don't think there's any way to un-absorb a soul.

I'll never be free of it.

...

Welp.

I'll just have to get used to that.

What else do I know.

I guess I still have full control because I only absorbed a piece of the human’s soul, not the whole thing, so there’s that. Small blessings. Not sure what I’d do if I could hear that little demon in my head all the time.

I moved one of the wings into my view to examine it more closely.

While I'm not 100% certain, I'm pretty sure the wings are coming from that soul piece; they are the same color, after all, and seem to be more like conjured flesh than feathers. Human souls are powerful so it would make sense that a monster who absorbs one would have to accommodate for the influx of magic somehow. Did anything else change besides the wings? I didn't notice anything different while getting dressed, so maybe not. In that case, I guess I'm glad the only change was the addition of wings. Coulda been worse.

And apparently I can fly now, but I’ll think about that later.

Grabbing the soul piece must've interrupted the reset; that could be why everything is so weird, but resets only affect time, and they only go back to when the human first fell. At least, ever since they took the power from Flowey anyways, and even then, he technically only had it for a few months. There wouldn't have been enough time, let alone need, to convert the closet into a bathroom. Besides, it was clean but obviously used and definitely not a new feature.

That skeleton out there... He hadn't corrected me when I called him "Papyrus" but he’s so different than my brother. He could speak softly, not only knew about Gaster Blasters but could summon his own, he was wearing jeans and a white shirt instead of his Battle Body, and he'd called me "buddy" instead of "brother" earlier... I hadn't caught it at the time but now that I think about it, that's even more weird than the rest of it!

I don't... I don't think that skeleton is my brother. Not unless a lot more has changed than just time can account for.

I need more information. I could spin my wheels for hours getting nowhere unless I ask my "hosts" some potentially awkward questions. I just hope they're willing to humor me.

I sat up, taking a deep breath before standing, once again using the sink for support. As I reached for the door a sudden fear of the unknown washed over me. After such a long time dealing with predictability how well am I gonna handle not knowing what comes next? I wonder how rusty my people-reading skills have gotten...

I shook my head, no more stalling. Swallowing my trepidation, I opened the door a crack, as quietly as I could. "Alphys" was sitting on the far side of the sofa with her tail curled around her; the white jacket she'd been wearing earlier was gone, leaving just the black dress, as she held the bundled up blanket I'd probably been using earlier. She had darker stripes on her forearms and markings around her eyes but no glasses. That didn't quite account for how much younger she looked. No sign of "Papyrus", though I could hear cooking sounds from the kitchen, solving that mystery. The door creaked and I instinctively pulled back as "Alphys" glanced at me, smiled, and turned her attention back to the low volume TV. I squared my shoulders; now or never time.

I was filled with DETERMI-

OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THIS FEELING?!

I retched, falling forward against the door, onto my knees, as waves of strength, power, and resolve coursed through my entire being. It wasn't painful, per se, but the phantom burning memory of molten magic lancing through my bones was plenty real to me. I hadn't felt anything like that since...

The Labs.

My mind was flooded with old memories I thought I'd buried long before the resets ever started. I saw the sadistic glee in his smile as he held a syringe filled with a sickly green substance; he said it was green healing magic mixed with the barest hint of red DT but the whole thing looked tainted as he injected it into the mana lines in my chest. As close to my soul as he dared get without actually piercing it. It wasn't the first time and sure as hell wasn't the last.

I whimpered into my hands as I let the memories wash over me.

It was a well practiced mental exercise I'd developed over the subjective years spent repeating the same goddamn days over and over. Let the mangled memories run their course, acknowledge their presence, send them on their way; and pray that I make it to the other side without losing the rest of my tattered sanity.

If you're goin' through Hell, don't stop.

Several torturous minutes later, the pain filled visions of needles, restraints, rough hands, and strange substances, faded.

I stayed kneeling on the floor, breathing ragged as I let my fluttering soul calm back into a steady rhythm.

I struggled to my feet, leaning heavily against the wall, and didn't give myself time to think before opening the door, trudging over and plopping onto the couch opposite Alphys. I didn't look at her but I could practically feel her smile... Wait a sec, I could feel it, like a warmth radiating from her but not one I could feel on my bones; one I could feel on my actual soul. Flowing into me from behind, right where the wings were attached to my back.

Put that on my growing list of weird things to think about later.

Something else I could feel with the wings was every fiber of the couch cushion I was leaning back against. That was an uncomfortable amount of sensory input, especially from new limbs I wasn't used to yet. Or maybe they were just hyper sensitive to touch. Or both, I didn’t conjure flesh often. Either way, that's really annoying. I tried to subtly find a more comfortable position but my fidgeting became less and less subtle the more frustrated I got with the over stimulation before giving up, flopping over the side of the arm rest with a groan of resignation.

A throat cleared and I flinched hard.

I turned with an easy smile, pretending I hadn't just jumped out of my nonexistent skin, to find "Papyrus" with an amused grin and two bowls of food. Schooling his expression to carefully neutral, he handed one bowl to "Alphys" before offering the other to me. I could still feel his amusement, just like I could feel Alphys' smile earlier. I took the bowl with a quiet thanks, leaning forward to avoid letting the wings touch the couch again. It would be easier to avoid making a mess like this anyways.

A sob caught in my throat as I looked down at the bowl of spaghetti.

Maybe he was my brother after all.

Swallowing the tears that pricked at the corners of my sockets, I shoved a forkful of noodles in my mouth and, as much as I love my brother, I could admit his spaghetti never tasted as good as this did. I ignored the confusing mix of emotions as I continued to shovel food in my face. It tasted good, sure, but I didn't realize how hungry I was until I... was out of food. I blinked at my suddenly empty bowl.

"Nyeh heh," Papyrus chuckled, holding out another bowl. "Would you like some more? I made plenty."

I grabbed it greedily, trading him for the empty one as he got up from his chair. I hadn't noticed him sit down next to Alphys; where did the chair even come from?

"Oh my g-god, that was adorable," Alphys snickered behind her hand.

I blushed, looking away. My eyelights had definitely blown wide at the taste; I really hope they didn't turn into stars or, god forbid, hearts. I wiped off my sauce covered face with the back of my hand; guess I made a mess of myself anyways. I debated for a moment before licking it off; shouldn't let it go to waste. I started eating at a more reasonable pace and Papyrus soon sat down with another bowl. Alphys had barely started her own bowl. So where had the bowl he just gave me come from?

Papyrus gave me his own god damn bowl of food, didn't he? I am such a terrible house guest.

We ate in silence a bit longer.

"Thanks for making dinner," Alphys said. "I-it tastes great."

"As great as the skeleton who made it!" Papyrus preened at the praise, hand on his puffed out chest.

Another lump caught in my throat. This is getting ridiculous, are you my brother or not? You're so like him in some ways but in others you're the complete opposite. It's giving me emotional whiplash!

"I suppose we should introduce ourselves, now that everything has calmed down a bit," he continued. Now that I've calmed down, you mean. "My name is Papyrus, though you seemed to already know that."

He hid it well but I could feel the undercurrent of suspicion coming from him.

The fact he felt the need to introduce himself means he doesn't know who I am. Which means he can't be my brother. I tried not to wilt visibly.

"And this is my sister, Alphys."

I choked on my spaghetti.

SISTER?! The FUCK?!

"That seems to surprise you." His suspicion was leaking out from behind his carefully neutral mask.

"Yeah, it does surprise me," I finally spoke. "You're supposed to be my brother."

#undertale #jumbletale #alternate universe #oc #serif #shifting sans #lucky papyrus #amber alphys

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decusses · 1 year ago

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𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕆ℂ 𝔻𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝔸𝕟 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨... 𝟟𝟘 ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

here is a list of questions that anyone can ask toward your characters! whether it be canon characters or OCs, give it a try! :D just send a character or few and a set of numbers or couple! feel free to reblog and ask away~

also I got these questions from an rp site, credits to the OP, i just really wanted to come and share them because they're really nice questions. ^^

1. How would you describe your style? Do you keep up with the latest trends?

2. What is your preferred method of transportation?

3. What's your favorite color? How obsessed are you with it?

4. Would you consider yourself an animal person? Do you have any pets?

5. What would you do if your 'friend' insulted you?

6. Do you wear perfume? If not, how would you describe your scent?

7. What would you do if you caught your friend cheating on a test?

8. What's the quickest way to your heart?

9. Do you sleep on your back, on your side, like a log, etc.?

10. What is your fondest childhood memory?

11. Can you cook?

12. What's your favorite food?

13. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

14. What's your ideal date?

15. What's the first thing you would buy if you won the lottery?

16. Can you hold your liquor?

17. If you had to give up one of your five senses, which would it be?

18. What do you think happens to someone's soul when they die?

19. What are three things you can't live without?

20. If you can get reincarnated as an animal, what would you choose to be?

21. What are you skilled at?

22. What's your favorite beverage?

23. How would you hide a body?

24. What did you want to be when you were a kid?

25. What's something you regret doing?

26. What's your favorite song?

27. Are you a team player or a lone wolf?

28. If you were the only one who could, would you save the life of someone you hated?

29. What are your pet peeves?

30. Have you ever been in an accident?

31. What are your parents like?

32. What is your favorite time of the year?

33. Do you have any bad habits?

34. What is your biggest fear?

35. Who is closest to you and why?

36. Would you consider yourself to be spiritual? Do you believe in a higher power?

37. Have you done much traveling? Is there any particular place you’d like to revisit?

38. What’s the best gift you’ve ever received? The worst?

39. Who do you look up to?

40. What’s the most valuable thing you own?

41. What is the greatest extravagance you would allow yourself?

42. What does perfect happiness look like to you?

43. How empathetic are you?

44. Do you blow up at the smallest transgressions, or can you keep your calm even when someone blatantly disrespects you?

45. Do you have any notable markings and scars? What is the story behind them?

46. Are you a clean freak or do you make a mess wherever you go?

47. What kind of music do you like? Do you have a playlist?

48. What does a person have to do for you to instantly respect them?

49. What’s your biggest turn-off?

50. Describe yourself in one word.

51. Have you ever been in a romantic relationship?

52. Describe a memory that haunts you to this day.

53. What would you say is your fatal flaw?

54. What is something you currently feel passionate about?

55. On a scale of 1-10, how attractive do you think you are?

56. If you could choose, how would you like to die?

57. What is the most recent thing you have purchased?

58. List three things you have attempted to do but absolutely have no talent for.

59. Your closest friend–someone you greatly admire–just killed an innocent person. What do you do?

60. What is your worst personality trait?

61. What is your "tell" when you're lying?

62. How much of a crier are you? When was the last time you cried, and why?

63. How would you react if someone you don't know very well broke down crying?

64. Would you speed up or slow down at a yellow light?

65. Do you have any quirks that are second nature to you, but to others may seem a little strange?

66. What would you say is your catchphrase?

67. What is the best advice you have ever received?

68. How do you wind down after a long day?

69. How would you like to be remembered after you die?

70. What, in your opinion, is the worst way to die?

#writeblr #prompts #ask games #ask game #ask meme #character asks #j txt #txt #game: original character asks #writblr

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jujutsusimp · 7 months ago

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EXTRA

(I won't do them as SMAU, but some people asked for more so I did them + some other characters I like but I don't usually cover.)

Y/N mother:

Yuji: She adores him since the moment she heard his lively, frank and genuine greeting and he clearly earned extra points when he offered to help clean the table with the most disarming smile ever before he put his heart and soul into this simple task.

Megumi: She can't quite figure him out, she doesn't disapprove the relationship because he is well behaved but she can't bond with him so every time Y/N leave the room it gets silently awkward.

Yuta: She adores him because he is so gentle and polite, also he is easy to tease because he becomes all cute and flustered when she nags them about getting married and giving her grandchild.

Maki: She is adopted. She mothers her a lot, like telling her to stop using swear words or asking her if she is sure she doesn't want to bring back some food because she needs to eat to keep working on those muscles.

Toge: She feels sorry for him but she is not supporting the relationship. Communication is so important to her eyes, that even if she believes it's not his fault, she just worry for her girl because she knows it might be complicated on the long run.

Geto: She has mixed feelings about him because even when he plays the perfect man, she can tell something is off and she wonders what lingers beneath the surface BUT his love for his girls is genuine and he takes good care of them, so he is good father material.

Uraume: She is unsure about them, she liked her calm and polite demeanor (and their skill to make tea), but one day Sukuna called them and they rushed immediately to his side so now she is suspecting them of having a toxic relationship with an ex or something.

Hiruguma: She likes him because he is loyal, serious and rightful but she is afraid he will let his work take too much place in his life and hurt her precious daughter. But on the other hand, it's always good to have a lawyer in the family.

Shiu: She tolerates him, like he's not a bad man but she doesn't like him on a personal level, she feels her daughter can get so much better. Also she doesn't like the cigarette smell and will pester him to quit.

Ijichi: She likes him because he looks so happy every time he eats something she cook and she likes his patience and politeness.

Y/N father:

Yuji: He adores him, he would often ask him for help carrying heavy things while complaining about his back hurting and watching Yuji happily go up and down stairs his hands full, with an energetic Labrador vibe.

Megumi: He likes his tranquil energy and he saw him petting his shadow dogs and someone who treats animals right is necessarily a good person.

Yuta: He adores him because Yuta was so stressed when meeting with him, calling him sir and answering every one of his questions like his life depended on it, he felt it was someone respectful and dedicated. Also he can tell he has his heart in the right place.

Maki: He likes her because she is strong and unabashed; she will protect his baby girl with the ferocity of a mama bear and that's good enough for him.

Toge: he doesn't like him. If you don't explain him about Sorcerer and powers he will be assuming he speaks like that because he is weird and finds it disrespectful and if you explain about his powers, he will be scared he accidentally hurts his precious girl.

Geto: He likes him, because even in his monkey phase he would be acting and sweet-talking him like hell, and it would work super well on him.

Uraume: He likes their very collected behavior and their cooking skills, he even ceremoniously let them take care of the barbecue in his place, a honor only bestowed on the best. Also, they were patient with him when he kept accidentally getting their gender wrong at the beginning.

Hiruguma: He approves the relationship because he is a dedicated and serious man who will provide well for his family BUT he really doesn't vibe with him as a person, and doesn't feel comfortable around him.

Shiu: He likes him and is actually very friendly with him, since he wanted to go see a match and Shiu helped him get tickets.

Ijichi: Mix feelings about him, he has nothing to really complain about, but he feels his daughter could get better, and he doesn't understand why she likes him.

@muichirotokito-122 and Anon, I hope you enjoy it <3

What Y/N's parents think about the JJK men

So to sum up my "My mom wants to meet you" and "They met your father" SMAU, here is my current silly head canon about what her parents think about the JJK men:

Y/N's mother:

Gojo: She finds him charming and she can't wait to show off your couple pictures to all her friends because you look SO GOOD together.

Nanami: 10/10 marry this man already

Sukuna: NOP NOP NOP

Toji: She doesn't like him very much (especially because of the gambling thing)

Choso: He is already adopted! She will bake him cookie and knit him a sweater for the winter (and one for Yuji too).

Y/N's father:

Gojo: Doesn't like him and it will take time for him to see Gojo is not just a clown and go past his first impression

Nanami: 10/10 mary this man already

Sukuna: He vibes with Sukuna intensity but maybe it's just the adrenaline talking and he is trying to convince himself it was just dark humour and his baby girl isn't actually dating a mass murderer that can pop his head off by blinking.

Toji: Not a super fan, he thinks Toji will protect his daughter but doubt about his commitment. Will do an arm wrestling competition with him after getting drunk at a family gathering and end up in the hospital.

Choso: He is already adopted, can't wait to show him his precious scale modeling collection and to treat him like a son he never had.

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aikoiya · 1 year ago

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“KEEP IN MIND, AS MUCH AS YOU GUYS DISLIKE TORI… SHE’S THE REASON WHY MY PASTA FINALLY TASTES AS GREAT AS ME!” How would Sans + Undyne + Alphys all react to learning that ‘Tori’ (who they don’t know is the Queen) had improved Papyrus’ cooking skills? 💀🍽️🍝

Honestly? I'm not sure. Give me a bit to think about it.

They'd definitely be stunned for a moment & sort of chastised at the fact that they'd been caught in a pack of lies.

They might argue that they were trying to spare his feelings, to which he might reinforce the fact that he's not made of glass. Question them on how they thought that he'd improve if he never got honest & constructive criticism? Then telling them that there are ways to tell the truth in a way that isn't jerkish.

And, he might not say it out loud, but he might think in his mind that they were both very cowardly.

Keep in mind, I do think that Papyrus is very forgiving, but would only do so if he believed that someone was really & genuinely sorry & admitted as much. In this way, his own stubbornness & theirs could end up butting heads until one of them gives.

Now, while I think that Sans would give up the quickest, he wouldn't be genuine in it & would cling, unshakingly, to his own prejudices for a good long time. So, provided that Pap clocked this fact, he still might not forgive him for a while.

On the other hand, I see Undyne as being more likely to have doubts about her convictions first, but would keep ramming her head against the wall in stubbornness, not wanting to admit this fact to anyone. Not even herself. So, very deep in denial.

I think that it'd take the very foundations of their beliefs being utterly shattered in a single fell swoop to change their minds. Something incontrovertible. I'm talking proof that they can see with their actual eyes & hear with their actual ears.

For Undyne, it might be the Amalgamates & the realization of what Alphys & Sans did to make this atrocity possible. After all, it's implied that the bodies of the humans were dissected as there were 7 morgue coolers in the True Lab. Not to mention that the souls had their Determination extracted then injected into the fallen down monsters. Add to this the proof that human souls retain their sentience after death (as per the Flowey battle) & the implication is that Alphys & Sans has been torturing these kids for who knows how long.

I could even see Undyne having a panic attack over it.

Just an eff ton of dark stuff.

Which, BTW, that's another thing I didn't like about the monsters. It's told that the soul holds everything that makes you, you, but they treat the human souls like simple batteries.

It's possible that, since their own souls crumble immediately upon death, that they are unaware that human souls retain a degree of awareness & sentience after death. (Again, as shown by the Flowey battle. The human souls are literally the only ones in the game to come to Frisk's aid when they call.) Maybe it doesn't even occur to them because, in their own minds. You die, you're done. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. So, it's possible that it doesn't even cross their minds that humans are just fundamentally different.

Which is possibly how they're all so okay with what's happening. Ignorance. Possibly even denial. Like, I don't doubt that some monsters have thought about it & there are likely even those who are vocal about it. However, I definitely think that many would try to brush the thought away & ignore it to protect themselves.

I can't even imagine the reaction if they were to be confronted with the truth.

Keep in mind that it's nearly impossible for humans to do something like this to monsters (without the help of another monster) as far as we know. As such, it isn't likely that many humans have ever committed these crimes against monsters & if they have, it'd all be kept hidden (I'm talking black market dealings) & would definitely not just be the humans faults. Because from what we're told, humans can't draw out souls. Meaning this wouldn't be a case of what goes around comes around or karma.

I mean, it's possible, but we only have confirmation that monsters can.

Either way, with the information we currently have, this is an evil that could not be facilitated without a monster.

Sure, Sans could try to justify it by saying that if humans could do it, then they would've, but then he'd basically be "reading people's minds" & crucifying them before they've even done anything. Also, just saying that doesn't make it okay to do it themselves & I think that Undyne would realize this.

It's Alphys that I don't think would ever have an issue with Tori. Though, she'd certainly be surprised. It's possible that she'd take all this talk of honesty to heart, but in the end, is too much of a coward to admit anything until very late.

#ut #undertale #oathkeeper papyrus au #soul lore

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fayeimara · 4 years ago

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Miya Osamu || Little Delights | First Meeting

SUMMARY. Osamu can't help but be intrigued when his daughter starts bringing home delicious desserts prepared by her best friend's mother.

PAIRING. You x Miya Osamu

GENRE. Fluff <3

WARNINGS. Suggestive content

Haikyuu! Anthology Series | It's Fate When Your Kids Are Friends

OSAMU | First Meeting > Second Date > Third Time's The Charm > Four Is Our Family

Osamu's made it just in time, right as the bell tolls to signal the end of his daughter's second day in her new school year. Standing back as a swarm of kids rush out of the brick building and into the arms of their waiting parents, he takes a moment to breathe and relax. Juggling his burgeoning restaurant with being a single parent isn't an easy job, but he wouldn't trade it for anything.

He stands taller than many of the other adults around him and it's evident his little girl has no problem seeking him out as a black, red, and grey blur races towards him, a thrilled, "Papa!" reaching his ears and splitting his mouth into a wide, happy grin.

His arms are already open in a silent but enthusiastic response as he crouches down and then the bite-sized impact of his daughter is rocking him back on his heels, his reaction overly exaggerated as he pretends to almost fall over from the small force of nature that's all Miya Izumi.

Standing back up, Samu catches sight of another little girl who was trailing behind, wide eyes studying him before shifting to Zumi, his daughter turning back around to wave at her, proclaiming the girl as her 'bestest friend in the whole wide world'. The girl returns Zumi's enthusiastic wave with a quick raise of her small hand before her attention is caught by a pretty young woman, her own wide smile replacing her previously hesitant expression as she's warmly enveloped into welcoming arms with kisses peppered on her cheeks and forehead.

Her delighted giggles reach Osamu and his daughter as they turn around, hand in hand, to walk back to his car, small interaction soon forgotten as his little munchkin lists off the snacks she's looking forward to having on their return to his shop. She won't be able to finish half that list, he bets to himself with a quiet chuckle at his daughter's inherited exuberance for food as he securely buckles her into car.

It's not until they reach his second pride and joy, Onigiri Miya, that he finds the first little surprise tucked away in Izumi's not so empty lunchbox. When he inquires about the remarkably delicious looking set of biscuits he certainly didn't pack for her that morning, his daughter's response is that it's a thank you gift from her bestest friend, Reina, for the lunch she'd shared with the girl on her first day.

Well, a six year old certainly didn't bake these from the looks of it. It's only confirmed by his first taste, the texture and flavour beyond even most consistent home bakers, let alone a young child. Right? But a more pressing thought flags his attention, first.

"Did your friend not have her own lunch?"

"She did! We split because hers wasn't so good, even though her mama put so much love into it. But the treats were so much better so we decided to go halfsies and have best of both!" His daughter giggles with the oblivious sweet innocence of a child.

"And what about today?"

"Mhm. Same. But I liked the chocolate brownies yesterday much much better!"

Samu chuckles at her excitement and can't help but tease his precocious daughter, "Oh, and was it better than papa's food?"

Zumi's eyes widen as she contemplates the question with all the adorable seriousness she can muster, but loyalty must break free and run because her reply is, "Almost! So close, but I love papa's cooking more than anything in the whole wide world."

It seems the whole wide world is the current standard of measurement for first graders, but he appreciates the heartfelt sentiment behind her loving words.

After another moment of consideration, Osamu settles on the thought chewing at him and decides that tomorrow his daughter won't be giving up a portion of his food which she loves so much. No, she'll have double the amount to do with whatever she may please.

So briefly, that he doesn't even ponder on the sudden image, he's reminded of the warm reunion he witnessed between the little girl and the woman who he'd assumed was her nanny, but concludes is probably the girl's young mother. Based on the number of treats Zumi brought back, Samu's certain the woman had to have thoughtfully made extras of these baked goods for her daughter to have more than enough to share with friends and then some.

Well, it's definitely no skin off his back to make his daughter even the slightest bit happier by being able to help her share her savoury little delights with her new bestest friend.

It's on the third day of your daughter's return from her new school year that you're able to confirm that something is indeed amiss. The previous two days, the small portions of her lunch left uneaten were questionable, given her voracious appetite, however, when she returns with the lunch you made for her today still sitting wholly untouched in her cute little lunchbox, you finally sit her down to ask about it.

Her response is far from what you expected, "My friend's papa made extra lunch so we could both have something yummy to eat!"

You press your lips together to hide your amusement as you teasingly inquire, "Oh? Is that so? And I guess that means mama's food isn't so yummy after all."

Her eyes widen in dismay and mouth opens in an immediate denial that you know would be a lie to soothe your feelings. Even at such a young age, your beautiful baby girl is truly a kind and compassionate soul, she would dutifully eat anything you prepared no matter how lacking the meal might be and never utter a word to tell you the obvious truth.

Before she can manage to find the right words to faithfully express how much she loves your cooking, you lean in to kiss her on the forehead and pull back with a laugh, gathering her in your arms for a warm hug. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry I can't make you the food you deserve. But please don't ever feel the need to say otherwise to spare my feeling, okay? You should always be honest about what you like or don't like."

Her little arms find their way around you as she snuggles in, voice soft and words like a wise, old soul when she denies, "But your food is made with so much love mama. Zumi says some people are just better at other things. We both think you make the best yummies."

"The best yummies, hm?" You think about the various baked goods you add in to balance out for the healthy but tasteless lunches you're able to prepare.

They are indeed good, but baking has always been something that comes more naturally to you than cooking. An interesting distinction not many people might accept, but for you the former has always been an effortless science whereas the latter is more of a difficult art.

"Well I'm really glad you like those, but we do need to figure out what to do so you're not picking at your friends' food or going hungry."

She pulls back to send a serious look your way, exclaiming, "But I'm not picking at it, I promise. Zumi said her papa made extra just for me!"

You take a moment to consider her words. She made a similar implication in her earlier statement, that her friend's dad had made extra for them both. What does that mean? Did his daughter ask him to because she was sharing her food with Reina? Or did he somehow grasp the situation and is simply being generous?

A warm burn threatens your cheeks as you consider the awkwardness of accepting such a gesture from a complete stranger. While you appreciate the kindness of Reina's friend and her dad, it still somehow feels like a terrible imposition, as if you've burdened them somehow with your lack of skills to keep your child happily fed.

It's not like you can't cook good, healthy food. You're just painfully aware how bland the food you make can be, unless you spend three times the amount of time as anyone else would need to in order to prepare similar meals. But... studying the smile that's on your daughter's face, you can't help the twinge in your heart that reminds you how much more her happiness is worth than your pride.

You won't assume this will be a daily occurrence and you'll continue to make your daughters lunches so she never goes without, however, it'll be no extra trouble for you to make double the batch of baked goods than usual. After all, you usually account for the fact that she'll be sharing with friends and classmates anyways.

However, you're now determined there will be enough delicious snacks for Reina to share not only around at school, but also some treats for her sweet friend Izumi to take home for her generous parents. Perhaps, you think, it might be prudent to include a short message, thanking the man for his thoughtful effort.

Silent gratitude isn't very much to anyone ~ (So I hope you and your family will accept these.) Thank you for your kindness, Miya-san.

Osamu blinks, unaware of the small smile that curves his lips as he reads the delicate, handwritten note carefully wrapped around one of the cupcakes Izumi brought back home today. There are only three of the original twelve left, apparently, but the one he's just bitten into is as incredible as expected.

If he's correct in his assumption from the note addressed directly to him and included with today's delightful treats, then the little girl's mother has picked up on his small action and is returning the gesture to convey her thanks. The thought is confirmed by his daughter explaining that one of each of the three cupcakes is for their family.

Three for their family? Hm. Well, it's just him and Zumi, but he's sure his brother will be all over the remaining offering when he visits tonight. If there's any left for him that is. Probably won't be, it's really just that good and anyways, he doesn't need Atsumu nosing his way into this simple exchange as it is.

The following day, Friday morning, Samu pens back his own note, assuring the woman that no thanks is necessary. There's no reason for her to express her gratitude over what's really such a simple action for him.

That evening, he and Zumi enjoy some quality mochi delivered in a white, rectangular box with a pretty decently hand-drawn background scene at a spring festival on the cover. Two little girls, one that looks remarkably like his daughter and the other like her best friend, hold hands in the centre of the street dressed in traditional yukata and sharing a box of what he assumes is mochi.

As they much into the chewy treats, he watches and listens as his daughter points out the bright colours she and her friend chose to fill into what was apparently initially a blank canvas for them to colour on. Her delight at having a pink and grey yukata, even if only in a drawing, prompting him to make a mental note about looking into the clothing and any upcoming festivals.

Osamu makes a point of saving the box, childlike scribbles over the simple sketch leaving a warm feeling in his chest and a slightly wider smile gracing his mouth.

The response he receives the Monday evening (from his penned message the Friday before) is enough to prompt a full smirk that, this time, doesn't go unnoticed by him. The woman showed an interesting sense of humour and gracious acceptance with the first cupcake note. Then, a sweet and thoughtful disposition with the drawing included as part of the soft treat for the girls Friday.

But now, Samu sees a challenging firmness in her reply to his easy brush off of her thanks, delicate lines yet again adorning the small card carefully tucked into a pretty red ribbon that's tied around and decorating another white, rectangular box.

Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it ~ So please accept this gift without concern.

Sitting inside are four differently coloured, rounded treats that look familiar but he can't place off the top of his head. A quick search identifies the delicate confections as macarons, the colorful delights an absolute wonder as the airy crunch of the top and bottom shells simultaneously give way to a firm filling with the first bite, the sweet flavour almost dissolving on his tongue.

He and Zumi finish the box off in minutes, three of each flavour included to a total of four different flavours, so both he and his daughter each get seconds of their respective favourites.

The next morning, filled with anticipation at what new surprises you might include with the goods you send today, he's fully aware of the grin that stretches his face as he writes out a note of his own for you to receive later this evening.

The macarons were inspiring. Izumi and I definitely won't turn away any gifts you'd like to send our way. I wonder... what other surprises do you have up your sleeve? I sent a little something your way to inspire you too. - M. Osamu

The neatly written note returned, once again, on the back of the small rectangular card you'd last sent, brings a warm smile to your face. The various onigiri that came along with it, apparently with specific instructions communicated from Izumi to Reina that today's additional quantity is set aside for you specifically, stretches the amused curl of your lips into a delighted grin.

You split each of the four different types of rice balls with your daughter, listening to her input on the delicious food as she points out her order of most to least favourite. Although there's not a single one you wouldn't eat on any given day if given the choice, the food is simply divine.

Your note the following day is a compliment to the chef, with a cheeky inquiry as to what deities one must pray to in order to make food like that. His response is a swift rebuttal asking what cruel gods bless some with the skills to cook but others with the skills to bake, ironically echoing your own thoughts from the previous week.

So goes the back and forth for weeks, notes getting cuter, sassier, and more personal as jokes, challenges, and encouragements alike are enclosed among the lunches of two excited little girls, their own bond strengthening with this unique camaraderie between their parents, until you feel the peculiar sense that you know the man on the other end, without ever even having actually met him.

Then, one day, three weeks into the first exchange, you receive a note that makes your heart beat in your throat at the unspoken challenge which raises the stakes of the now familiar routine. It's a simple response to your unassuming request for the onigiri recipes you initially received as the first returned delight, a meal you and Reina have been craving since the first taste.

I can do one better and teach you. xxx-xxx-xxxx. - Osamu

There's no reason to be shy or hesitant, is there? After all, it's a kind offer that will only serve you and Reina well with your future attempts at her lunches. You can't count on Miya Osamu's kindness forever.

Fingers still shaking, you dial the number enclosed within and find the call picked up before the first ring even finishes.

"I wasn't sure ya'd actually call."

Oh, wow, that's a voice to melt hearts alright. You're still smiling as you immediately reply in beat, with the easy familiarity of your shared repartee over the last few weeks, "With an offer like that, how could I not?"

He's quiet for a second and you start to lose your smile, suddenly worrying that perhaps you've acted too familiarly with a man that's all but a stranger and offended him. But his next words, slowly expelled in a lazy but thoughtful drawl, have your heart beating fast for an entirely different reason, "I had a feeling ya'd sound as pretty as ya write."

Now you're the one that's silent but it's entirely because you're at a loss for words, this quietly charming man having stolen them right from the tip of your tongue.

A low chuckle breaks what you realized was actually somehow still a remarkably comfortable silence and then his delicious voice reaches you again, "I hope I didn't scare ya voice away. It'd be a shame now that I've only just heard it."

Okay so he's maybe much more of a flirt than the subtle hints you'd noticed over the notes, but then again, they were delivered through your daughters as messengers so it would be reasonable he would have toned it down. Then again, what kind of man flirts with a woman he's never met previously? He doesn't even know what you look like. Have you captured his interest solely through your mutual correspondence?

You almost snort, catching your thoughts and feeling like you're the main character to some historical romance. Maybe during a world war era. Mutual correspondence. Right. What are you even thinking? He's got you flustered already.

"Funny. I would never have imagined you would sound so pretty from the way you write." You're tempted to arch an eyebrow with your audible smirk but then you remember that it's not like he can see it.

"Ya think my voice is pretty, do ya?" His tone is full with soft satisfaction, "Maybe ya can tell me if it's better in person."

"And here I thought the offer on the table was for learning a delicious recipe."

You swear you hear the smile in his response, "Sounds like yer in either way."

"Sounds like I am." You concede in mock resignation but you're painfully aware that your words and following sigh sound more like a promise.

You and Reina find the charming storefront quite easily from Samu's instructions. It's finally the weekend, several days since your first call with him, and your handwritten notes have now upgraded into convenient, daily text messages.

He's definitely confident and teasing but not quite the overt flirt you briefly considered he might be from a few days ago. In fact, he's more calm and grounded, even if he can be a smooth talker, but you've quickly found that what came across as flirtatious was actually just him being honestly direct. Which is both exciting and flattering enough to make you nervous for this first real meeting today.

A soft chime sounds as you open the door to usher Reina through before following her in yourself. The first thing your eyes land on is a small girl running to your daughter like a heat seeking missile and the two collide in an adorably sweet hug, somehow understanding each other while seemingly talking simultaneously.

With a small smile on your face, you take a moment to survey your surroundings and find your bearings in this unfamiliar space. It's not an overly large area, focusing more on a cozy, comfortable atmosphere emphasized by the deliciously welcoming smell of various foods that make you feel right at home.

Your eyes run over the bar with stools lined against it before you do a double take, finally noticing the dark haired man that's leaning with his arms crossed against a door frame beyond it, watching as you examined his space.

He must be able to tell he's slightly startled you as an amused smile stretches his lips and he dips his head ever so slightly in greeting. "Welcome to Onigiri Miya."

"Thank you for inviting us, Miya-san." You bite your lip at your automatic formality, already certain what he's going to say next.

And he doesn't disappoint, eyebrow arching as he uncrosses his arms and, finally, steadily makes his way towards you, "I already told ya to call me Osamu. Or Samu."

Now you're smiling again because the situation is definitely out of the ordinary, the level of familiarity you feel with a man you're seeing for the first time can only be considered unusual. You take a moment to study him as he stops just before you, tall build with broad shoulders and a handsome face that looks like it belongs on a heartbreaker not a homemaker.

Your fingers itch to push back the locks of his hair peeking out from under his dark cap and falling over on side of his forehead, if only to have an excuse to run your hands through it. But that's definitely not appropriate no matter how comfortable you might already feel with this easygoing man.

"Right... Osamu, then. And of course, you can call me Y/n."

"Yer name and looks suit ya, just like yer voice and handwriting." He's got a small smile on his own face now and you're not sure if he's aware he basically just called you pretty. He doesn't really seem to do this on purpose, from what you've gathered.

You beam at him regardless and volley back, "Well, I can say the same for you too."

And for a brief second, that small smile splits into a quick grin that stutters the already erratic beat of your heart. Oh yes, this man is certifiably lethal in all the best ways.

"I'm happy to hear it. Now, let's sit ya down with the girls while I grab some things."

Izumi has already led Reina to a table by the window and Osamu gestures their way as he moves to lock the door behind where you came in and then moves off to the kitchen behind the bar again.

You notice with a little apprehension that the girls are sitting next to each other on one side of the booth still giddily talking together (although not over each other anymore) about friends and weekend plans and such, but you're not going to be the anxious oddball that separates them for seemingly no reason. Even if you're already sure of the overthinking you'll be doing at the thought of Samu sitting next to you in the booth.

He doesn't seem to think about it at all as he easily slides in, smoothly setting a plate and a tray with cups, glasses and a couple pitchers on the table just as you feel the left side of his body line up against your right. Okay, yeah, because this is totally normal for you. Not.

You hope neither he and especially not either of the kids can tell you're flustered, even as you feel the heat creep up your neck and flirt with your cheeks. Yup, normal day, normal day. Just a regular day with a new friend.

"Here ya go." You just hold yourself back from jumping when he hands you a cup from the tray and then leans over to pour what looks and smells like tea from one of the pitchers. If you're not going crazy, he's pressed even more against you for those long seconds, completely in your space even if it's not unwelcome.

He either knows exactly what he's doing or he's just one of those people that's never paid mind to polite social norms and rules of conduct that many prefer. While you're calming yourself down, he's already poured the girls juice from the second pitcher into their glasses and set out quarter plates in front of everyone.

You finally focus enough to take in the still steaming gyoza on the plate he'd placed down in the middle with confusion and ask, "I thought we would be making onigiri and eating it for lunch?"

"Of course, but I couldn't put ya to work on an empty stomach."

"Mhm." You give him a dubious look, you might have mentioned your early breakfast in one of your texts to him this morning, but you have a feeling that this is also an effort to make you and Reina feel comfortable in this space together instead of getting right into the cooking lessons planned for the day.

It's an incredibly thoughtful effort and that warm flush is threatening you again so you choose to tease him and deflect instead, "Somehow, I feel it's more about your empty stomach but okay, let's go with your version instead."

You lose the fight with the flush and flutters when he chuckles at your sassy retort, especially since you literally feel the vibrations melt from his body and into yours with the way he's still somewhat pressed into you. Does the man not have enough space in his own booth? Actually... you notice you can move closer to the window yourself since there's quite a bit of space on your side too but, then again, it would be a little obvious to shift now.

The girls pick up the fried dumplings by hand with happy exclamations as they bite right into theirs, you and Osamu following suit but not before placing another two on the plates in front of each of them and then splitting the remaining ones between you.

With a dip into the soy and vinegar sauce (chili excluded for the girls), you quickly bite into the first one and savour the sudden burst of flavour in your mouth. Oh wow, yes, this is exactly what your cooking is missing. This addictive, tasteful quality that makes you want multiple helpings of whatever's being served.

With a glance from the corner of your eye to the right, you meet Osamu's eyes studying your reaction and decide to ask the question on your mind, "You made these yourself right?"

"I did."

"Okay, they're hands down the best gyoza I've ever had." You compliment him genuinely before giving in to the urge to tease him yet again because the flutters are back, if they ever even left, and you can't have him knowing just how much he affects you, "But who ever heard of serving gyoza in an onigiri shop?"

He must catch the light, teasing tone because he just smirks and throws right back, "Well if they're as good as ya say, maybe I should expand the menu."

"Oh no, don't do that!" You laugh with wide eyes, "Then Reina and I will never find space when we try to come back here during regular hours! Actually, I'm sure you're already always packed, hm?"

"Some days and times less than others, but there will always be space for the two of ya whenever ya want to visit again."

Oh yeah, it's a losing battle, the flutters are a full on tsunami of feelings now. Just push it away and chill. But then he adds, "And I can teach ya this recipe too. Anytime there's something ya like or want to try, just let me know. I'm sure we can make an amazing cook outta ya yet."

Your mouth drops open followed by your blurted question, "Why are you helping me so much? I'm sure this is a lot of time and effort for you too."

You hear the girls' conversation pause as they pick up on some subtle change in either your body language or demeanour, but Osamu's calm eyes just meet your wide ones, his lips sliding into a soft smile, as he simply answers, "Because I like ya."

You feel like you're back in grade school because you want to ask if he means that he 'like' likes you or just... likes you. But there's no way you're going to ask that question, not only because it feels a bit asinine but because that's not a conversation to start in front of both of your daughters.

You look over to the girls who are watching with beaming smiles, maybe happy their parents are good friends just like the two of them, and you return their wide grins with a reassuring one of your own before looking back into steady grey eyes. "Well, I really appreciate your help. Thank you, Osamu."

"I'd say no thanks needed, but I've been down that road before." Another quick, heart-stopping grin graces his face, this one almost as roguish as his tone is playful. He's definitely referring to your initial correspondence when you made a firm point against his initial brush off, as if his actions in making extra lunch for your daughter to enjoy wasn't incredibly thoughtful and certainly out of his way.

"Well you certainly catch on quick. Let's just hope I can say the same." Your playful smile turns into a grimace at the thought of how difficult it might be to actually improve your skills. Maybe it's just a question of talent? Maybe you're just never going to be able to reproduce food like him.

But he glances over to catch your frown just in time and reassures, "I know what I'm doing. Soon enough, you will too. Just say you'll keep supplying me and Zumi with yer baking every once in a while when ya don't need us anymore."

You know he's probably joking with the last part but you hadn't planned on stopping. You love to share the goodies you bake with the people in your and Reina's life, it makes the two of you pretty happy so you're sure Izumi and Osamu will be able continue enjoying your baked goods to their heart's content.

"Izumi will definitely get her share of sweets and snacks every day." You send a smile her way when she hears you and bounces excitedly in her seat but then you force yourself to drop it and face Osamu with a challenging look instead, "But you... well, I guess we'll have to wait and if you're as good as you say and maybe then you can get some too."

He places a closed hand to his chest as if he's been struck, the girls laughing at his overdramatic reaction, but his widening smile gives him away. You look at each other for a suspended moment, with shared amusement but also the teasing heat of something else reflected in his achromatic eyes, which makes you certain he picked up on the unintended double entendre in your words.

"Sounds like a promise." Then with an arched eyebrow at the empty plates and cups in front of everyone, Samu asks, "So shall we get started?"

You agree, helping him clean up the table and he takes the opportunity to help you and Reina familiarize yourselves with the kitchen. The rest of the afternoon is spent in an equally easy cadence as he does indeed walk you through the steps of making his recipes, flavours included.

He starts with the simplest option, yaki onigiri, which is just fried rice shaped in a triangle or oval, and then demonstrates how to make and add a few of your and Reina's favourite fillings in to change and enhance the flavour. The girls enjoy making their own mini rice balls alongside the two of you and the time flies until you're all back at the table and having the onigiri you've just made for lunch.

You can't deny there's an improvement already but your little rice balls are still nowhere near the level of skill and flavour of Osamu's, even though he and the girls all assure you that you've done a great job. You accept their compliments with a smile and the determination to keep at it on your own time until you improve even further because Reina deserves better than even this.

By the time you finish eating, the girls are unsurprisingly tired out and choose to stay at the table to watch a Disney movie with Izumi's iPad. You can't help but smile in amusement while watching Osamu grab the thing from behind the bar, tapping away on the clunky looking device which is perfect for Izumi with a thick, pink rubber cover protecting it from grade-schooler level damage.

After the movie's been set up for the two worn out little munchkins, you and Osamu head back into the kitchen for him to show you how to make the gyoza and the next hour slips away with more teasing jokes, increasingly heated looks, and slightly bolder touches.

You can close your eyes and now know the feel of Osamu's hands on yours, demonstrating how to properly fold and pleat the wrappers. You can still feel the heat of his chest brush your back from when he leaned around you to pick up an empty bowl to place in the sink, and you're pondering on what feels like a heated brand on your hip where he lightly curved one hand to shift you over.

You can't deny your attraction to the man, a slow fall that you should have seen coming from the excitement of receiving his words every day until you were eagerly expecting the notes, to this first meeting where he's everything you expected from reading between his lines and even more.

Since the girls are pretty much full, you and Osamu clean off the new batch of gyoza between the both of you - him more than you, which you tease him about again. All the while, you're panicking about this new realization of your feelings, given that you're seriously crushing on a man who might only mean to help as a newfound friend and maybe you're the one reading too much into his interactions.

It's not until you've helped him clean up, collected the girls, and are watching him lock up the shop that you get some semblance of an answer.

"Thank you again Osamu. This was not only very instructive but Reina and I had a great time today."

He's holding Izumi's small hand in his, similar to Reina's in yours, and his other hand stretches up to rub at the back of his head, his arm bent at the elbow. When he speaks, it's not a direct response to your gratitude but a question instead, sounding somewhat unsure himself for the first time today, "How about next time we have a date that's more fun than instructive?"

Your jaw almost drops in surprise but you quickly collect yourself because he's still looking a little worried, maybe because he thinks he's overstepping by calling this a date or maybe because he's not sure you'll want another one even if you do accept that.

Your smile is quick to light up your face and, with a light squeeze from Reina's hand to yours accompanied by her and Izumi's giggles, you happily reply, "Just let me know when and where, and it's a date."

He grins again, the third time today your heart stops at what you're sure is usually a rarer sight since bodies aren't always dropping to the ground around him (that you've heard of). "I think I might already have something in mind."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, but let me look into it and get back to ya."

"Sounds like a promise."

With your final reply, a borrowed echo of his words to serve as a temporary goodbye, you and Reina split away from Izumi and Osamu. Heading for your car with once last look behind you, you're pleasantly unsurprised to find a flash of gunmetal grey also glancing back your way. Later that night, finished with your and Reina's joint skincare routine and having tucked her into bed, you find the expected message waiting for you.

A/N: Okay wow I had SO much fun with this one! I hope you all do too <3 It's not triple edited per usual so please do let me know if you catch any errors or issues. No promises but probably dropping Atsumu’s First Meeting next ;)

Taglist: @yatoatyourservice, @crayonwriting

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eternal-armin · 3 years ago

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the demon you summoned

BY THE GRACE OF THE UNHOLY BEINGS I LOVE I GOT IT BACK IM SO HAPPY

the reader sold their soul to the demon [char] to accompany them across turbulent lands to the great cities, rumored to have huge markets and incredible buildings. but reader is weak and cannot protect themselves, so they instill the help of otherworldly forces.

slight fantasy au heavily inspired by insomniac production's demon armin series (i love it so much i love their work hh)

maybe i should make this an actual drabble series

───── ❝ jean ❞ ─────

༻✦༺ you summoned a demon of pride to help not only with your state of mind, but with a venture across your lands ༻✦༺ you were very unhealthy and multiple people in your village suspected you wouldn't be able to make a journey to the larger cities ༻✦༺ this was essentially your last resort ༻✦༺ you were fully prepared for jean to reject your proposal; you were willing to give up your soul just to visit the cities for one day ༻✦༺ seeing how pure your soul was, jean was more than happy to escort you to your destination ༻✦༺ along the way, jean was compassionate to you ༻✦༺ he would ask you questions and you would respond. the more he knew about you, the more he rued the time when he would have to kill you to complete the pact ༻✦༺ the way that your eyes light up when you talk about your passions and your dream to leave the one place you ever knew ༻✦༺ the way you yawned and leaned against him when you began getting tired ༻✦༺ the smile you got whenever you saw something new and went to examine it ༻✦༺ the way you would look at him when he explained what it is, astounded by the knowledge that he held, and that he was honorable enough to share with you ༻✦༺ every time he protected you from any death or injury, you thanked him. jean was unused to it at first, scoffing. then it made his heart warm every time ༻✦༺ both of you were becoming more and more nervous along the way for very different reasons ༻✦༺ when you arrived, you hugged him and thanked him one last time ༻✦༺ jean wanted to cry ༻✦༺ you were so happy he couldn't possibly ruin this for you, ever. ༻✦༺ he pulled you aside for the time you thought you were going to die. instead, he hugged you, and told you how he felt

───── ❝ sasha ❞ ─────

༻✦༺ demon of greed and gluttony, famed to expose any hidden information and protect the operator if given a good enough offering ༻✦༺ you prepared an initial offering of the best foods your village had to offer, all of which were passed down through generations ༻✦༺ she was fairly impressed to see the spread specifically for her, and so was happy to devour the majority of it while you posed the rather simple pact; in exchange for your soul, sasha would protect you during the month-and-a-half-long journey across the country ༻✦༺ for the effort sasha would be putting in, she demanded a fair amount of food and your soul, depending on its condition ༻✦༺ your soul was far more than enough ༻✦༺ sasha dreamed of you becoming part of her retinue, always with her to provide her whatever food she could ever desire ༻✦༺ your cooking skills were certainly developed enough ༻✦༺ sasha was somewhat surprised by the sheer amount of dangers you were susceptible to ༻✦༺ it wasn't entirely surprising. she wasn't usually summoned for these types of things. in fact, she wasn't often summoned at all ༻✦༺ even though sasha was constantly asking you questions, you answered with eagerness and waited patiently if she had to explain something. it was rather impressive to her honestly ༻✦༺ you would make dinner for the two of you, and while sasha ate, you often fell asleep against her shoulder ༻✦༺ seeing how comfortable you were with her was heartwarming ༻✦༺ and she hated it (for the most part) ༻✦༺ when she asked why the big cities were so important to you, you were kind of surprised that she cared ༻✦༺ she was surprised she had asked in the first place ༻✦༺ but seeing the passion in your eyes, she couldn't possibly extinguish it ༻✦༺ at the same time she still needed that soul ༻✦༺ "[y/n]. i have an important proposition. please... hear me out. you have made me feel things demons were never meant to feel. i.. i love you. i love you and i need to have you. but i need to have your soul, too. i need both and the only way i can have both is if i turn you into a demon. you- you can stay here. stay on earth, live your life. but i need to love you. i don't think i'll ever love anyone else."

───── ❝ armin ❞ ─────

༻✦༺ the demon of knowledge and strategy ༻✦༺ it was a fair idea to summon armin for passage, but not for protection. however, cunning strategy can be the perfect defense ༻✦༺ that was your point of view going into the ritual ༻✦༺ he was surprised you asked for his assistance when you could've summoned a demon of treachery to protect you, however respected your reasoning ༻✦༺ in exchange for the beautiful soul you had, he vowed to protect you across the dangerous midlands, and provide you with knowledge as to what you should avoid aswell ༻✦༺ he was like an authority figure for a while. telling you what to do and what not to do, asking you questions in the voice of a principal ༻✦༺ but you always answered those questions with warmth ༻✦༺ "i've heard stories about the outside world, especially about the cities, and about all the different people and food and everything. i wanted to experience it, even if it was just once. just once is enough." ༻✦༺ to armin, it was both heartwarming and heartwrenching ༻✦༺ he knew he was going to be the one tearing you away from the dream you loved so dearly ༻✦༺ armin was a little softer with you from then on, turning into a good friend you trusted enough to fall asleep in his lap ༻✦༺ you were so excited you couldn't sleep for a few days beforehand ༻✦༺ you asked if you could hug him ༻✦༺ when he said yes, you didn't let go for hours, and you were smiling the whole time ༻✦༺ armin was in constant internal turmoil for the next few days until the lights were within reach ༻✦༺ he couldn't do anything to take you away from here ༻✦༺ and he knew he wouldn't live long if he devoured your soul ༻✦༺ "you can grow old here, live the life you dreamed of, with everything you've ever wanted. i will give you anything you ask. and when you die, i can turn you into a demon. we can live together. all you have to do is say 'i love you too.'"

───── ❝ levi ❞ ─────

༻✦༺ the demon of war and battle ༻✦༺ for physical protection or vengeance, one of the first demons people tend to go to ༻✦༺ you treated him more with respect than fawning over him in awe, which automatically had him respect you more in return ༻✦༺ you explained professionally what you needed from him, and what he would receive ༻✦༺ you offered him both your soul, and to serve eternally under him until the last white dwarf died ༻✦༺ seeing your desperation, and your willingness to give up everything you've ever had, certainly spiked his interest in your... pathetic case ༻✦༺ he accepted the pact and you left the village in the dead of night ༻✦༺ levi was rather impressed to see a human taking care of themself well. after all of the pacts he had been in, he had developed a strong sense that all humans were rather... stupid ༻✦༺ your poised exterior would fade slightly whenever you read the yokomerfe a ohemfo, the one book you had about the outside world. it was replaced with a beautiful, childlike wonder that he felt profoundly drawn to ༻✦༺ he would gaze at you the entire time you read by campfire light ༻✦༺ why the everloving hell is he finding a human beautiful in any capacity ༻✦༺ the more levi got to know you, the more intrigued he became ༻✦༺ not just in the life of a human, but in you specifically, and he had no idea why ༻✦༺ he realized why soon after but didn't want to accept it ༻✦༺ however, the way it made him feel...? he couldn't just forget it ༻✦༺ he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he took your life and your freedom from you for eternity ༻✦༺ so the day before you arrived, he brought it up ༻✦༺ "i do not wish to complete this pact. i wouldn't be able to live with myself if i had to take away your soul and make you a servant. i'm doing neither. you can live your human life, and you can choose whether to die and go to heaven, or to live forever as a demon by my side. if you go to heaven, i cannot exist without you by my side."

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bakasaiga · 3 years ago

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My Analysis on Koikimo & Higehiro

Read the full article here: The Age of Differences: Koikimo and Higehiro by bakasaiga

Both Higehiro and Koikimo depict content that can be rather controversial and unpalatable to viewers. That being said, I just want to acknowledge the difference between fiction and reality. Depiction doesn't necessarily equate to an endorsement. Anime Youtuber Digibro once said: "If you watch something and you're disgusted by it, that's you contextualizing the medium. And if you're excited by it, then you're holding yourself accountable to draw the line between fantasy and reality."

Self-Esteem and Lowering Standards

I think Koikimo and Higehiro depict feelings that almost all teenage girls feel and lessons that they ought to ask themselves, address with themselves, and see normalized on screen. No, those lessons aren't that your 'soul mate' is a salaryman that's 10 years older than you. Rather, that your standards don't need to be automatically lowered because that's the supply of potential partners around you. You shouldn't be shocked and appreciative when someone treats you decently as a stark comparison to how others have previously treated you like shit. You shouldn't have to attribute all your value to your sexuality - just because that has the highest capital in superficiality, doesn't mean that it's sustainable nor acceptable for your developing mind. Double D cup breasts on a 16-year old shouldn't be impressive, your report card should; your activities at school; your cooking skills; your athletic skills; your kindness to others; your ability to make others feel noticed; you get the point. Your multidimensionality as a person and companion. If someone looks at you and doesn't feel the urge, interest, or desire to fuck you, that not only shouldn't make you upset, it shouldn't matter.

Higehiro's first most explicit lesson for not only young women, but the audience, in general, is to have standards for themselves. Don't lower your expectations no matter how shitty they are in your immediate environment. Never settle. Know your worth.

Similar sentiments are mirrored in Koikimo when Ichika starts contemplating if she's "good enough" for Ryo.

She starts doing what all women do - compare herself to other women.

But that's when Rio, her best friend chimes in and brings her back to reality to actually confront these doubts that she's having. There will always be somebody prettier, smarter, faster, anything-er than you. But nobody will be YOU. And that's the person that your lover falls for. Rio daringly asks Ichika, "Did my brother ever say he liked someone like that?" referring to the mature, fashionable imaginary dream woman that Ichika has conjured in her head. Thus, forcing Ichika to re-think her insecurity.

Uncertainty and questioning oneself like that is often-times onesided and a product of overthinking. Throughout the anime, it's obvious that Ryo has never made Ichika feel this way - he's never compared her to his older female colleagues, he's never commented on her youthful naivety, nor made her seem childish. These are conclusions that she comes to herself as a result of adolescent self-esteem issues, native to anyone who's ever been a teenager.

Read the full article here: The Age of Differences: Koikimo and Higehiro by bakasaiga

#koikimo #higehiro #ryo amakusa #ichika arima #sayu ogiwara

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rikumorimachisgirl · 4 years ago

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Bridges

Pairing: Dr. Toshiki Kasumi x OC (Anna)

Fandom: Voltage, RomanceMD

Genre: Fluff and a little angst

Word count: 2,945

Disclaimer: I do not own Voltage or any of its characters, but I own the idea of this fic. Also, CG borrowed from Voltage.

A/N: I wrote this for my good friend @imoonlit-river as a Valentine's Day present. I hope you enjoy this.

It started one afternoon. One terrible afternoon, just after you'd clocked out of a long and grueling shift at the Seimei University Hospital. You sighed. You were used to long shifts, but covering two shifts on your first week on the job was one for the books.

You squinted as you stepped out of the main entrance, the afternoon sunlight shone directly at you. As you trudged to your apartment, you mentally deliberated if taking this temporary assignment was a mistake. Lost in thought, you allowed your feet to carry you through the busy crowd.

'Maybe I should've just stayed home,' you thought silently. It has only been a week since you started, but you have been passed on from one IT department to another, told off twice for misunderstanding instructions, had no one else on the same shift as you, and no one to talk to.

You stopped on your tracks and found yourself on a bridge - the same one you pass every single day on your way to work and back. The vivid hues of the sky caught your attention, and you gasped as you admired the pretty pink palette in front of you. Leaning at the railing, you stared at the horizon, drinking in its beauty, and allowing it to refresh your tired soul.

"Long day?"

A voice beside you made you jump. You hadn't expected anyone to be there - more so, notice you standing there. As you shifted your gaze to the person next to you, you felt your eyes widen in surprise.

"Did I guess right then?"

Your heart hammered in your chest, as the beautiful man standing beside you continued to speak. You shook your head and blinked your eyes a few times to make sure you weren't dreaming. You haven't slept in twenty-four hours, you reminded yourself. Maybe this was all a dream.

Yes, it must be a dream. There was no way that the Seimei University Hospital's Chief of Medicine, and top Cardiologist, Toshiki Kasumi, was beside you looking so cool in his grey hoodie under a crisp blue jacket, and jeans.

"Uh, are you okay?"

"C-c-chief Kasumi!" You blurted out louder than you had intended when you saw his face coming nearer to check on you. "It's you! You're here!"

"Yes, I have been for several minutes now, but you seem to have noticed just now. Are you feeling okay?." He raised his eyebrows to study you, before leaning back.

"I'm sorry, Chief Kasumi," you bowed a lot lower than necessary. "I worked two shifts today to cover for Sena-san. I didn't mean to be out-of-sorts today."

He looked at you quietly before turning his attention to the view in front of you.

"It's fancy seeing you here, Chief Kasumi. Do you cross this bridge, too?" You asked awkwardly.

The silence between you stretched for a few minutes, and you suddenly wished you hadn't asked him a silly question. You kept your gaze low, looking around for a hole you can crawl into and hide.

"Bridges aren't for crossing," he finally spoke, as he tucked his hands in his pocket, and you looked up to see the pink hues had turned purple. "They're for stopping."

"Stopping?"

He simply nodded. "Who knows, maybe we'll stop by the same spot again sometime," he said, and just before he turned to leave, he added, "but only if you stop calling me Chief Kasumi."

***

"You know, you haven't introduced yourself to me properly."

You glanced sideways to see him looking at the same blessed view you admired with him four weeks back. Today was an uneventful Wednesday and you managed to clock out on time.

"Oh, I haven't? I'm sorry. My name is Anna," you replied, smiling.

"And you're here on a temporary assignment?" He asked as he handed you one of the cans of coffee he bought from the vending machine just before.

"For four more months, yes," you said cheerily.

"I see. What's it been like for you so far?"

"The first week was hell," you recalled, sighing. "But lately, Sena-san has been a lot nicer to me. I now have two other teammates on the same shift, so the workload is more manageable. They're also teaching me the ropes so I don't get in trouble."

He simply nodded, keeping his gaze towards the sky, while you secretly stole glances at his picture-perfect profile. Until now, you still couldn't believe you've managed not only to talk to but also to 'hang out' with Seimei University Hospital's most sought-after doctor.

Him. The guy beside you. Cardio surgery's rockstar, EICU's fearless department head - the guy loved and loathed by many because of his top-notch skills and his dazzlingly good looks. Your teammates told you that the most difficult cases always get sent his way, and big shots always requested for him to attend to them. You've seen him in action a few times in the hospital, too, and his intense energy was nothing like the soothing aura he exuded now

"If you have something to say, speak up," he said, snapping you out of your reverie, and you blushed. Just how long has he noticed you staring at him, you wondered, slightly mortified. As the sky turned a darker shade of purple, he cleared his throat and looked your way. "Anyway, I have to go back to the hospital. Are you on your way home?"

"Yes," you managed to reply as he turned to leave. "I hope to cross this bridge and see you here again sometime."

He paused for a moment and turned around. "Bridges aren't for crossing, you know. Did I ever tell you that?"

"Oh. Yes, you did," you suddenly remembered, as your face turned redder. "Well, maybe we can stop by again another time."

"Maybe we will, Anna."

Maybe it was the way he stopped on his tracks to remind you about what he said about bridges or the casual way he called your name that kept rooted on the spot to watch his figure disappear into the crowd, with an unopened can of coffee in hand, and a goofy smile on your face.

***

"I'm glad you were able to restore the files in Kyogoku's computer the other day."

The two of you stood side-by-side at the bridge once again, looking at the pink sky. You had met quite a few times in between, but today, you decided to linger a while longer so you could talk a little bit more.

"It wasn't that hard. All I did was search the servers for the backup of his data. No biggie," you shrugged, as you handed him the sandwich you bought at the convenience store for him while he opened your can of warm coffee for you.

You don't know when this whole thing started, and neither of you seemed to have taken notice, but somewhere between the first time you've met and today, you've made up so many unspoken rules with each other. Rules such as who's turn it is to buy snacks, or which topics are safe to discuss with each other.

But today, you were feeling more daring than usual, so you stared at him again as he was appreciating the beauty of the sky before him.

"You've got something to say?" He finally asked.

"You must love the sky so much, no?"

"I like this one in particular," he said coolly. "This particular view is called the Belt of Venus."

"Belt of Venus…," you mouthed.

"It only lasts for about 15 minutes before the sky turns dark. It's associated with the Greek goddess, of course, and it signifies…" he said before catching himself.

"It signifies what, Dr. Kasumi?" You asked curiously.

He took a deep breath and shook his head. "It signifies a lot of different things to different people."

"What does that signify to you though?" You press earnestly.

"A passing," he said quietly.

Something in his voice pulled at your heartstrings and as you gazed into his grey eyes, you knew there was more to the man beside you than he let on.

Before you could press any further, he moved his hand to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear and you froze on the spot. He felt you tense up and smiled.

"I have to go back to the hospital, Anna. Take care on your way home, alright?"

All you could do was nod at him as he smiled tenderly and went on his way, leaving behind his uneaten sandwich and your half-finished can of coffee.

He didn't promise you'd stop by together again soon, but something in you knew you would. Soon.

***

"I can't believe the time's flown by so fast!"

You threw your hands in the air excitedly and looked to the sky with a big smile on your face. You're only a month away from ending your assignment in Tokyo, and you couldn't be happier.

He stood beside you, armed with a paper bag filled with sandwiches and chips, and your favorite can of coffee. He smiled silently as you beamed like a child who has just been allowed to go outside and play. It was sunset again, and his calendar was surprisingly clear, so he texted you to ask if you wanted to meet. It was, of course, an offer you'd never say no to.

"Someone's happy," he said as he leaned by the railing, once again staring at the sky.

"Well, duh. Of course, I'm happy. I miss home," you replied, finally settling in beside him. "I can't wait to eat home-cooked meals once again, and talking to people who speak the same Language - no offense meant!"

He snickered softly as you leaned on him, your arm against his while admiring the view in front of you. With you, he seemed less like the dark emperor of the lord of death his colleagues made him out to be - he was simply Dr. Kasumi, a guy who loved the sunset and who loved to listen to your endless - often nonsensical - stories, and humor you with his own.

As you fell into silence, you began to wonder what your days would be like when you went back home. Days without Dr. Kasumi.

Your heart began to hurt at the thought that in a few more weeks, you would have to say goodbye - to put an end to the sunset stops along the bridge to watch this beautiful view, bid farewell to the conversations you've exchanged over convenience store snacks sometimes until late into the night, and say goodbye to the kindest soul you've never even had the chance to know deeper. The thought made you freeze. What's wrong with me?

"Are you okay?" He asked, peering into your face, as you stared listlessly into space.

"That was what you first asked me," you replied, recovering quickly. He smiled.

"Yes, it was," he chuckled, facing you. "Back then, I knew exactly what was going on in your little head after Sena asked you to work overnight."

"And now?"

He sighed. "And now, I'm not sure if your reason is the same as mine," he said, as he backed you up against the railing and trapped you in his arms. "You wanted to know what the Belt of Venus meant to me, right?"

You nodded nervously.

"My dad died when I was little, and my mom always said you could send off your departed loved ones when the goddess appeared. I watched it every day since," he said quietly, his eyes never leaving yours. "And when my mom and my best friend died, I watched the sunset even more. The Belt of Venus means to send someone off - at least that's what it means to me. And I always felt sad when it's over. At least I did until lately…"

"What changed?" You asked, waiting on his answer with bated breath.

"You. You happened," he replied, leaning closer to you until your lips touched his. "You came and saw the sunset with me. And for a time, I forgot to be scared. But now, I need to send you off."

"Dr. Kasumi -," you gasped, as he pulled away from you and straightened up.

"I'm sorry to burden you, confessing as I did," he said, as he reached out to wipe the tears you hadn't realized had stained your face. "Please think nothing of it. I want you to go home and be happy - as happy as you made me in these four months we've watched the sunset together."

He sighed, releasing you from his grip. "And for your sake, I won't stop by anymore. But don't be a stranger when you see me at work."

His image was a blur behind your tears, as he walked away from you, just as he's always done whenever you watched the sunset. Only this time, you had a feeling he was never coming back.

You scolded yourself right there and then. He was just a friendly face, someone who wanted you to feel you weren't alone in this strange place, you reasoned out. You aren't even supposed to cry over him.

But as the night grew darker, the realization of your feelings for him came into light.

You loved him. You were in love with Dr. Kasumi. And you needed to see him one more time.

***

The days leading to your departure went by like a blur, and in the flurry of it all, you had not caught sight of the dark-haired doctor that stole your heart. You passed by his office but were often told he was in surgery or teaching at a conference somewhere. He never stopped by your usual bridge, too.

This isn't fair at all, you thought angrily. How come he gets to confess his feelings and you don't?

Today was your last day at the Seimei University Hospital, and you've made arrangements to stay two more days in Tokyo before flying back home.

This was it, you thought. Your last chance to confront the elusive heart thief they call Chief of Medicine at the EICU. As you peered into the exclusive department, a grumpy looking Orthopedic surgeon looked your way and sighed.

"He ain't here," Dr. Takado said, exasperated. Not that you blame him - he's been in the receiving end of all your inquiries after all.

"I see. Well, thank you, Dr. Takado," you said, bowing politely, much to his surprise.

"Why do you want to see him so badly anyway?"

"It's my last day at work today," you explained, trying your best not to melt under his icy glare. "I- I only wanted to thank him for making me feel like I wasn't a stranger around here."

Something in Dr. Takado's eyes flickered, and his lips stretched into a lazy smile. "Is that so?" He said. "I may be able to help you then, but you gotta tell me something first, got it?"

Relief washed over you as you realized you may have gained an ally in his squad. Smiling, you looked at the kind-hearted doctor in front of you and said, "I'm at your mercy, Dr. Takado."

***

The lovely pink hue tinged the afternoon sky once again, signaling that the day was about to come to a close. Filled with determination, you sprinted towards the bridge at the far end of the river bank. Standing there, just as Dr. Takado promised, was Dr. Kasumi, in casual clothes - the same one he wore when you first met. He stared quietly at the Belt of Venus, his expression solemn, as though he were sending someone off in prayer.

You paused to catch your breath and to calm your beating heart. You wanted nothing more but to run over to him and tell him off, but that wouldn't do you any good, and you knew it.

"Fancy seeing you here," you said, feigning nonchalance.

"Anna?"

"You look like you've just seen a ghost." You walked closer until you stood right in front of him. "What's wrong with our old bridge?"

He looked at you with a scowl on his face. "I said I wasn't stopping by there anymore, didn't I?"

"You also said I shouldn't be a stranger if I saw you at work, but you never showed yourself to me," you retorted. "Don't you think it's cruel to confess your feelings to me and not hear me confess back?"

"What's the point if you're just crossing -," he asked, turning his gaze back to the Belt of Venus as it was starting to disappear.

"Well, what if I said I wasn't crossing anymore?"

He paused and held his breath. And you took it as an opportunity to approach him. Cradling his face in your hands, you forced him to look at you.

"I don't want to just cross the bridge anymore, Dr. Kasumi," you said earnestly, as you gazed into his eyes. "I want to stop. With you."

His breath hitched, but at the same time, you felt his arms around you holding you close. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"I thought it was your last day…"

"Someone may have worked some magic to make me miraculously extend my stay," you respond cryptically, as you returned his hug.

"So, you mean it - you're not going away."

"I said it before and I'll say it again - I won't. I'm staying," you said, pulling away from his hug so you can look at him. "And depending on how this works out, maybe I'll be staying for the long run."

He smiled and touched your cheeks. "Oh, you'll be happy here alright. I'll make sure of it. This is the only place you're stopping - right by my side."

The end.

#dr kasumi x oc #toshiki kasumi #kasumi toshiki #dr kasumi #kasumi x reader #kasumi x oc #kasumi fanfic #romance md: always on call #rmd: always on call #rmd fanfic #iris writes

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