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[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

i think everyone who's ever had migraines should be financially compensated forever btw

[warxiwarxi]

[masterofdimentions]

someone help him

[smilesflower]

SAN ✧ guerrilla ending fairy ✧ 220731

[fiendishartist2]

guilty of your innocence– mp100

“It’s very nice to finally meet you, Ms. Serizawa!”

The man on her doorstep was holding out a very sweaty hand. When she took it, she was treated to the clammiest handshake she had ever experienced.

Her boy– lovely, sweet, naive Katsuya– was smiling at her, eyes wide and imploring. Despite the grin pulling at his lips, his hands were shaking where they were clasped in front of his chest. Poor Katsuya looked like he was on the brink of collapse. The nervous tilt of his eyebrows were screaming at her to accept the man.

She didn’t know whether to spare his feelings or tell the truth.

Katsuya had called her earlier in the day, asking if she was free for a visit after work. For her son, she would always be free, she told him– but she accepted anyway. Despite their previously strained relationship, Katsuya was one of her favourite people. She loved when he swung by her residential area, coming for lunch or dinner whenever he made time in his busy schedule.

He told her he had a surprise for her– someone he wanted her to meet. She was ecstatic, of course; still overwhelmingly proud of her son for getting out into the world. And now, he was meeting people and making friends! She baked snacks with vigour, fueled by the need to impress whoever their guest would be.

Now she wished she hadn’t broken her back over those little cakes.

The man Katsuya presented her with was incredibly underwhelming– if not downright concerning. He spoke with a certain degree of smarminess, like he was trying to sell her something. His smile glinted– sharp and intelligent, but much too disarming. The man’s arms pinwheeled around as he spoke at a mile a minute; the lack of self-awareness was another red-flag raised with the others. Adding to his persona, the man’s hair was an unnatural shade of blond, the colour of box bleach done in the middle of the night in a cramped bathroom. On his strung-out frame, he wore an oversized– yet puzzlingly too-small– suit. It crinkled, thin fabric bunching up around his waist and shoulders. The pant legs didn’t quite reach his ankles, revealing unprofessional magenta socks. He was trying to distract her with his big, showy smiles and empty niceties– and she was already suspicious.

With narrowed eyes, she sized him up. She instilled as much distrust into her glare as her 5’3” stature could manage. Judging by the beads of sweat gathering under his bangs, the man was rightfully intimidated.

Katsuya led them into the house, passing by his mother to plant the man in her living room. He left him alone with a squeeze of his shoulder. The man looked like he was trying desperately to not throw up on her carpet. He smiled around his clear nausea– she wanted to laugh at the way his face was nearly green, like a cartoon character, but alarms were going off in her ears. She didn't like this disingenuous man who had swept up her Katsuya at all.

As Katsuya puttered around the kitchen, collecting mugs and tea bags as he set water boiling in the kettle with his powers, she sat on the armchair opposite the man, cornering him.

She levelled him with another icy look, crossing her arms. The man straightened, steeling himself like he was getting ready for an argument.

"Who are you?" She asked bluntly. He barely faltered, crossing his legs and leaning in. He still had that sickly-sweet customer service smile plastered on his face.

"Reigen Arataka," he stopped, like he was about to continue that sentence, but decided against it at the last minute. Pink dusted his cheeks and he cleared his throat, "I'm Katsuya's… business partner. It's nice to meet you Ms…?" He reiterated. She didn't return the sentiment.

She hummed, brushing him off, "And how do you know my son?"

Clanging sounded from the kitchen, causing her to startle– Katsuya must have dropped something. Concern flashed across Reigen's face as he peered into the kitchen, eyebrows drawn in a look that conveyed worry where she expected fear. It had been a long time since the sound of something hitting the floor in her home was cause for light concern instead of anxiety. Reigen relaxed when a bright "I'm okay!" floated in from the kitchen.

"Well, that's actually a funny story," he started, uncrossing and crossing his legs again the opposite way. It was like he couldn't stop moving, "Katsuya and I actually met at his old uh– 'job'."

Her heart stopped beating.

The last time a man in a suit with a fake smile and hollow words took her Katsuya, she lost him for three years. To hear that they met through the abusive man her son had just barely escaped from was a punch to the gut.

Already, Reigen was trying to explain himself. His hands flailed around like restless hummingbirds and if she hadn't been lost in her own fear and anger, she would want to bat them away.

"Not- I mean, it was after his old boss was arrested and- and I am not part of Claw or anything like that-!" He swiped a sweaty hand across his sweaty face, laughing shrilly, "You see, my kids– well, they're not really my kids but- but anyways!"

Was Katsuya in a bad place again?

It seemed like he was getting better– he had his own apartment that he paid for with his own money. She thought he had a real job, since he earned a consistent wage and spoke highly of his new boss– even quite affectionately at times. Katsuya went to school, he had friends; he was finally experiencing the world in a way she never thought possible. Nothing like the closed off, frightened boy she had known his whole life.

But, had he just been passed from one controlling force to another? Did she fail to see her son was struggling again?

Katsuya returned from the kitchen. His bubbly presence cut off Reigen's flustered ramblings, attention drawn solely to him. In his hands, Katsuya carried two steaming mugs of tea; behind him, a third cup bobbed lazily in the air, suspended in a shimmering cloud of magenta and black. She tried not to stare at the obvious and carefree display of psychic powers– but after so many years of it being just a depressing background hum in her home, it was still surprising to see it expressed so openly.

He handed them each a mug, sitting next to Reigen and letting his own settle gracefully into his cupped hands.

"Watch out, it's still hot," he murmured, earning an unimpressed pout from Reigen. Katsuya giggled into his tea and she nearly choked on her own– it had to have been years since she heard him sound so happy.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Katsuya asked innocently. Reigen winced, turning away and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Just- ah… how we met." He confessed sullenly. In the tense silence, Reigen sipped his tea at an obnoxious volume. He set it down seconds later with a yelp.

Katsuya pursed his lips, carefully avoiding eye contact with his mother.

"Oh."

She cut in with a stern tone, "Katsuya," worry settled just under her words, "I thought you were done with that whole organisation. Are you…" She cleared her throat, but her voice still came out as nothing more than a whisper, "Do you need help, sweetheart?"

Her son looked absolutely stricken.

"Wh- Mama, what do you mean? Of course I'm not part of Claw anymore. I told you, they disbanded," his hands hugged his cup tighter as they started trembling, "A-and… um, I like where I am now."

His free hand wrapped around Reigen's arm, wrinkling the cheap fabric. A blotchy red blush spread across Reigen's entire face– just the sight of it gave her second hand embarrassment. Then her son's words caught up with her.

This is the man her son chose? This annoying, two-faced, car-salesman-esque man? A man who had power over him as his boss– and wasn't that just like his old 'employer'? Wasn't Suzuki just another person with too much control over her Katsuya– her poor son who would flock to anyone who could point him in the direction of normalcy–

Beeping filled the air; her cakes were done in the oven.

She set her mug down harshly. Tea splashed over the edges, staining her nearly spotless coffee table.

Ms. Serizawa stomped into her kitchen, breathing angrily through the tightness in her chest. Her heart spasmed with each intake, sending her head spinning. She propped herself up against the counter.

She balled her fists at her sides; her shoulders hunched as she squeezed her eyes shut. The tightness in her chest spread to her throat.

She failed again. Katsuya was going to be taken away from her again and it would be her fault for not noticing again. What was wrong with her? How could she be such a horrible mother? Was she just that negligent that he felt like he couldn't come to her for help? Was she not reaching out enough? It had to be her– there had to be a reason that her Katsuya kept falling into the hands of so many controlling men– it was a clear pattern and all signs pointed to her failure as a parent.

Soft footsteps shuffled up to her. He held his breath in anticipation, but didn't try to start the conversation.

"Why?" She mumbled, voice strangled. Katsuya sighed, shuffling closer to her side. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him lift his arm– as if he was going to snake it around her shoulders– and then let it drop as he averted his eyes.

"Is it me?" She asked, again with no explanation, "Am I a bad mother, Katsuya?"

He startled, looking up from his feet to stare at her in disbelief.

"What? Why would you say that, of course you're- what makes you think that?" He stumbled over his words but she could see the genuine worry on his face. She could have laughed at how relieved that made her. Katsuya believed in everyone in his life, despite the ways he had been burned by that same trust. Whether anyone actually deserved that earnest support, though, was something she often doubted.

The green number on the digital display of her oven flashed '0:00' over and over. Every few seconds, it let out a piercing shriek, reminding her that her cakes would be ruined soon if she didn't do something about it. She didn't move turn the oven off.

"I let all of this happen to you and now look!" He tensed, "You're being taken advantage of again-"

"I am not being taken advantage of." The low rumble of his voice made her finally look up at him. Her son's face was set into a disillusioned scowl; eyebrows set low and mouth puckered into a frown.

Some part of her– buried deep down since her son left for Claw– wanted to hide from that angry face. Anger meant powers and powers always meant bad things in her home.

She could never be afraid of her lovely Katsuya, but psychic powers? Her stomach roiled for the first time in a while.

Slowly, his face smoothed back into worry. A wry smile pulled at his lips.

"I'm not as naive as you think I am," he chuckled without any humour, gaze fixed on his hands as he picked at his thumbnail, "Is that what you're worried about?"

She couldn't bring herself answer him. Shame flooded her stomach.

"Reigen is nothing like Suzuki," he continued resolutely. Fondness creased his eyes, "He's helped me become someone I can be proud of. I'm grateful for all of the opportunities he's given me, but…"

Katsuya looked up at her, face sharp with determination.

"But, I'm also helping myself. Reigen is different because– well, because he makes me feel different," she wanted to argue with him, but he steamrolled over her in a way she never would have expected, "I have my own life– I set boundaries and have friends outside of the office. Suzuki…" Katsuya blinked rapidly, face darkening again, "He didn't want me going to school or-or seeing you like I do now. He didn't want me to know anything except what he told me."

"I like when Reigen's proud of me," he admitted, hand finding a perch on his neck as he smiled abashedly, "But I don't need his approval like I needed Suzuki's. I don't need him to make me feel… uhm– feel like I'm worth something."

He stared down at her, eyes glittering with untapped emotion. Hope danced between the gentle tilt of his eyebrows and pooled in the upturned corners of his mouth. All she could do was nod her head in acknowledgement.

He spoke softer now, pressing a light hand on her back, "I can take care of myself now. You don't have to worry so much about me, Mama."

"Yes I do!" She choked out, tears springing to her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back consolingly.

"Trust me? Please?" He asked, meeker than his grandiose speech, but just as earnest. She shook her head.

"I don't know how to do that…" She admitted into his shoulder, speaking so softly she couldn't be sure he heard her. She didn't know if she wanted him to.

He pulled away and her heart twisted.

"Why not start now?" Another voice joined from the doorway. Reigen waved at her ruefully. Quickly, she dried her damp cheeks on a tea towel.

Katsuya huffed out a content laugh, shaking his head at Reigen's incredibly well-timed (and definitely calculated) entrance. She joined in, a little hysterically, after a while. She shook with the weight of her tumultuous emotions, anchoring herself with a hand on Katsuya's shoulder.

The oven timer beeped again and she jumped out of her skin.

"My cakes!" She shouted, horror wiping away all traces of the sorrow that had made its home in the creases of her face.

Armed with a pair of oven mitts and two men trying to mask their mirth with sympathy, she fished out the mini cakes she spent all afternoon baking.

They were blackened with char.

She ran a hand through her hair, tossing them out swiftly before her guest could get a good look at them. Katsuya rubbed her shoulder, still chucking a little under his breath.

"It's okay, Mama, don't worry about it." He smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you, honey, it's just… I don't have anything else to give you two other than tea."

"Oh!" Reigen dashed out of the room, rustling around the front hall. He came back with a sheepish smile on his face, brandishing a plate of cookies to her.

"They're not perfect, but I wanted to make something for you– and y'know, Teru really needed help with this baking assignment so I thought, why not, right? You don't have to take them, obviously, I made them at like midnight yesterday– and they probably have all kinds of grubby kid germs since Teru couldn't stop tasting the frosting no matter how many times I–"

"God, does this one ever shut up? Give those here." She swiped at her eyes subtly, taking the plate from a dumbstruck Reigen.

Katsuya laughed the hardest she had ever heard him.

[skittlesking]

I would love to learn more about the abandoned dreams AU please :3

:]

SO- as I've said, it's like a what if au where rather than getting corrupted, Nightmare just straight up runs away and leaves Dream as the only the guardian of the tree. I like to think Nightmare knew how to travel between au's before getting corrupted, so after he runs away, he just spends his time hoping from au to au. Places that don't know him, can't hate him like the villagers did. He gets himself a little group of misfits (the bad guys-) and they just travel, until something happens to them and Nightmares only solution is to see the brother that he left behind so long ago.

Dream on the other hand, is distraught at his new found responsibility of being the only guardian. He withdraws from the people in the village, becoming a bit of a recluse to spend all his time keeping the tree safe. Eventually, a little artist (Ink) stumbles upon this au and offers the guardian some help. He doesn't stay long but his visit allowed for more multiversal visitors to wander through. He even made a few friends. Not many stayed if they had an au to go back to, and those that didn't were offered a place in the Omega Timeline. One stayed tho and keeps him company. Dream has a few friends who visit from time to time, but aside from that, he mostly works on building defenses for the tree to distract himself.

[goldenhypen]

uh so the sunghoon drabble is not so drabble-y anymore,,, uh perhaps this will be the longest sunghoon fic i’ve ever written ?? i say that as though i’ve written long sunghoon fics before sjsnsj nOPE NEVER it’s not done yet but it already easily passed my longest sunghoon fic you’ve never written any hoon fics close to long before em wdym 😭 sksjsj

[tsuunara]

when ur therapy card declines so they bring out that ONE circle of online friends back in 2019-2021 (they're all either problematic, dead, or inactive or they found a different circle of friends)

[waloeders]

kissing someone after renouncing ur god by urself bestie? not anymore. ahsbdjdkkss whatever first kiss fic :3333 <- kickin my legs squealing, blushing, the whole thing

ship: bar.nabas tha.rmr/kosmos (ryder) {implied/future} slei.pnir harba.rd/kosmos {they're poly ok, they all date each other}

words count? yeah i count words! idk

warnings: ff16 spoilers, a lil suggestive, they're making out basically, some religious talk (not any real world religions, but that kind of talk)

notes: ok so this. actually happens quite a bit into them knowing each other and is after an entire sequence of events that is too long to recall right here (but ill post later). oh ryder/kosmos uses he/they so its intermixed in there. yippee!

"kosmos is the anti-thesis of ultima. his enemy lost to time, to distances beyond man. a callous, capricious, volatile being that cares not for the ascension of man - for the new world and the salvation that He shall bring upon us." barnabas' grip on his chin tightened, forcing him to maintain eye contact. behind the abyss of the kings' deep blue eyes, something twisted and swirled, an emotion lost to him- some tempest unknown.

"yet. you are none of these."

his grip fell away, moving to run his fingers along their jaw, eyes following; caressing and memorising each minute detail, as if seeing him for the first time.

"where you should be callous, you have been..kind. to myself, to my lord commander. where you should have been capricious, you have been steadfast - stubborn. and volatile?" he titled his head and chuckled, the sound resonating through his chest in a pleasant manner, "you are certainly that. though perhaps not as my Lord would have us believe."

"barnabas i-" ryder stumbled out, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, fixated on the man before him.

"perhaps my Lord has been wrong." the king interrupted, now with one hand gripping the back of their neck and the other reaching up to cusp his cheek, running a thumb along their lips, "perhaps..."

the tension in his shoulders fell away, leaning into the warmth of his hand, closing their eyes to savour the feeling. barnabas always seemed to run hotter than everyone else, even the eikons of fire they surrounded themselves with; yet they could feel the aged callouses on his thumb, from years of wielding a sword, as it continued its path.

they glanced back up at the man stood before him, towering over him as he sat, cross-legged on the bed. he had almost forgotten how the conversation had even begun, how his head had ached and drawled in pain and even that sleipnir stood, a mere few feet away, silently watching.

for a moment, his eyes flicked to where the other man had stood - still stood - one hand on his hip, the other rubbing his chin as a smirk gripped him - and something... some emotion sat in the blue of his eyes, waiting to pounce, like a ravenous couerl.

"look at me." the king demanded and he obeyed instantly, barely remembering to breathe again.

barnabas' movements paused, finally, seemingly content with his memorisation.

"where my lord has forsook me, you have not. where he would see me dead, you would not." his eyebrow raised an inch, barely passing the casual stoicism he maintained, "you saved my life, kosmos. that is not a debt i take lightly. tell me why."

"i don't want you to die." it was all that came to mind.

"why?"

"i..." ryder shrunk under his gaze, words escaping him and he forced himself to maintain eye contact, "i want you to live. without ultima. freely. just... you."

he earned a hum in response - the same kind barnabas' always did whenever he expected more words from him, more of an answer, a story- anything that he could say, he expected it.

"and it's not fair." ryder mumbled, "it's not fair that you dedicated your life to ultima and he just, threw you away. he never cared. he just wanted to use you, use your powers - just to make clive stronger. that's cruel, callous, capricious. he doesn't get to call himself a god, the god, not when he does stuff like that. that's not what gods should be."

it was as if a small shockwave had hit barnabas, the effect leaving a frown scattered across his face and something angry- no, hurt had settled in the deep oceanic corners of his eyes. his head tilted once more, a strange feeling fleetingly passing over him- then it was gone.

the hand in their hair tightened its grip ever so slightly, then softened and kosmos resisted the urge to close his eyes at the feeling, instead slowly blinking.

an arduous moment of silence, stretched out by only the sound of them breathing - with ryder pointedly ignoring the way their eyes (when not staring up into the kings') were eye-level with his chest and could see, almost feel, his breathing too.

finally, barnabas' hand fell away from his cheek, instead tugging the bottom of their chin, teasingly. a small grin began to pull through his stoic mask and the sight pulled an odd string in their chest.

"i see."

he leant his head down, closer now than ever, voice barely above a whisper.

"and how ought i to thank you? -my life, after all, is owed to you."

"oh. yo- you don't owe me anything. not your life, that's yours." they leaned back slightly, into the hand still entangled in his black hair, and held back a gasp, "i don't, i don't want or-or need anything from you."

"oh?" barnabas huffed, grin settling into a smirk, "i was not aware the king of waloed needed permission to give you a gift."

"well, no, i- i only meant that-"

he laughed at that, a high-pitched giggle that found its root in his chest, and pressed his forehead against ryders', eyes slipping closed.

a shudder ran through them at the contact and slowly, they reached a hand up to cup his cheek, noting the way he suppressed a flinch. he was warm, still, and the thin strands of his beard were coarse against their fingers, softly bitter to the touch.

ryders' blue eyes flicked back to his, and he was staring again - the same intensity as always, but much, much closer. his eyes flicked downwards and they took that as a sign; they were definitely understanding the situation correctly.

he pushed forward, lips connecting intently, and barnabas responded in kind, nipping his bottom lip. the hand holding his chin dropped to grasp at his neck, cupping the underside of their jaw, and they could feel the other tugging at his hair, keeping him upright.

not content with this, kosmos reached up to tangle their hands into the scruffy black hair of his, pulling it a little too hard, and earning an almost inaudible moan from the king.

he pulled away from the kiss, panting and watching as barnabas' followed him for a moment, then paused, resting his forehead against theirs once more. his eyes half-closed, but following their movement intensely.

"did- did i pull your hair too hard? i didn't mean to." ryder breathed out, resisting the urge to dive back into another kiss.

that drew another laugh from the king and he leaned down, placing a kiss upon their neck, then their jaw, their cheek and finally, a peck upon their lips. this time, leaving them reaching after him, a bright red flush colouring them.

"i have felt chocoboros with more pull, my kosmos." he placed another kiss on their nose, a smirk pulling at him when it scrunched up, "do you still believe my life not to be yours?"

"that's not- that's... you know, we'll...work on that."

[liebelesbe]

honestly rn I think I might quit not because of the exhaustion & my desinterest, but simply bc of how my boss & coworkers act

[sodafrog13]

trying so hard to finish this fucking fic i swear

[vanibear]

thimking about rikuroku… again

[silouvertongues]

ok last week of the semester I CAN DO THIS

[onepiexe]

oops i abandoned my post and actual things happened

[astrxealis]

i am Again in that mood where i rlly want to make more friends/mutuals into ffxiv but 1. don't know how + 2. it's Tough bcs (for understandable reasons) i am still a minor (17) and most players are very much older than me ............... i hope the future will be slay tho 🥺😁💖💞

[phagodyke]

I SEE PEOPLE ON THE FLOOR SLIDE INTO THE SEA CANT STAY HERE ANYMORE WE'RE TURNING INTO FIENDS IF I STAY HERE TROUBLE WILL FIND ME IF I STAY HERE ILL NEVER LEAVE..... ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️