#had to make a drawing about Etsuko

[cheesecake801]

There is never too many Majima sketches to dump on you

[riotmusicinfo]

Yuka in RIOT Land

A river floating through the woods, the excitement that builds as you near the end of a line for a roller coaster, the twinkling of the stars and the mixture of wonder and shock as one wrestles with the vastness of the universe, Yuka Nagase can pluck-out the melodies and harmonies from all these phenomena and imbue them into her music. An entity who crosses the lines between physical and virtual, reality and daydreams, URL and IRL, one might call Yuka herself an experience to say nothing of the music she makes. Her joining RIOT MUSIC could be called a miracle.

It’s hard to imagine Yuka Nagse sitting at a computer and typing out the application for RIOT MUSIC’s “Virtual Artist Audition Vol. 1.” Of course she eats, sleeps, and gets dressed every day just like everyone else, but something about her seems so elusive, like beyond her normally-aloof expression she’s holding onto some ancient wisdom that allows her to communicate with pure beings of sound. Fact of the matter is though, her introduction to this Virtual Music Agency was through the same audition series that connected RIOT with Iori Matsunaga and Suzuna Nagihara.

How Yuka felt during the audition, how she wowed the judges, it remains a mystery to us. It’s fun to ponder how it may have gone down; Did she just whip out the acoustic guitar and bring them to tears by playing up a bittersweet inflection to her voice? Maybe she allowed her childlike side to flourish, dancing about the synth waves and electronic bubbles common in her original music. Whatever may be the case, Yuka Nagase did indeed pass her addition and in fall of 2021 would start bringing her eclectic compositional stylings into the RIOT MUSIC arsenal where in short-order she would lay the foundations for a lane entirely her own.

– A Brief Highlight of Yuka’s Brightest Moments (So Far!!!)

Yuka Nagase Debuts With RIOT MUSIC

As if signing with RIOT MUSIC and embarking onto the dream of music making professional came as naturally as eating breakfast, Yuka started off her tenure at the Virtual Music Agency with a cover of YAKUSHIMARU Etsuko’s “AfterSchoolDi(e)stra(u)ction”; A playful track with compounding melodies unlike what anyone else at RIOT had tackled before, yet a natural fit for the eccentric Yuka Nagase.

RIOT MUSIC 1st Live “Re:Volt”

Yuka’s first half a year at RIOT MUSIC smoothly sailed by, and despite the fact that her vibe took on a different energy than her peers, their first collaborative live concert proved to be a huge success! Performing with the whole RIOT family for the first time remains a fond memory for their lovable oddball.

Yuka Nagase Releases 1st Big Original “Kakeru, Tomaru”

The time came for Yuka to make a definitive, original statement as an artist. A spirit so naturally charismatic and charming, her and her musical collaborators had no trouble agreeing to do something a bit different for her first single: Drawing influence from Japan’s rich history of ever-evolving electronic music, mix with Yuka Nagase’s curious touch, “Kakery, Tomaru'' proudly proclaimed Yuka’s arrival.

Yuka Unleashes Creeping Sensation “Torokeru Tetsugaku” Onto The World

Reminiscent of a whimsical stroll in the afternoon twilight, Yuka’s “Torokeru Tetsugaku” would slowly catch on across the internet with over 100 millions listens across different platforms as time passed, making it a retroactive milestone for the young artist.

RIOT MUSIC’s 1st Mini-Album “RIOT OF EMOTIONS”

Yuka Drops Original Song “Zurui Yo Ne” For The Album

A year and a half and already having clawed their way to recognition, RIOT MUSIC deemed the time right to release their first collaborative album RIOT OF EMOTIONS. Titled after the Virtual Music Agency’s core mission, to start a RIOT OF EMOTIONS that would change the world, each member collaborated on a group single and contributed one new original. Yuka’s ‘Zurui Yo Ne’ saw her present a stripped down, melancholic side of herself.

Yuka Nagase Releases First Album “a look front”

Perhaps inspired by working on “RIOT OF EMOTIONS,” Yuka Nagase decided to release her own full length album with RIOT MUSIC, a first for any of the artists in the Agency! Cycling through 8 colorful songs that each reflect a different shade of Yuka Nagase, listening to the playful yet introspective “a look front” could be the closest any of us will ever get to being able to understand the complex inner workings of RIOT’s radiant and most unpredictable musical force.

Yuka Holds First Solo Concerts “Alook”

Yuka Nagse, not content to just put out the album and go home, just days later held her first ever solo live concert. While this was a streaming affair, in typical Yuka fashion it blurred the lines between dimensions throwing the restrictions on being a Virtual Artist out the window. A partial archive remains available to watch. A small editor’s note here, be sure to check out the event website for a fun internet throwback~

RIOT MUSIC “Re:Volt 2022”

After Yuka finished embarking on a wealth of solo activity, she joined back up with her RIOT MUSIC sisters for the second Re:Volt, straight from Shibuya. With the dynamic Miona Sumeragi now in the fray and more experience under everyone’s belts, Yuka and her team knocked this concert out of the park!

Yuka Nagase Drops 2 Originals In One Day

If you haven’t realized it by now, Yuka Nagase constantly graces sounds and harmonies with her voice. When one original’s finished, her mind’s already beginning to coalesce around the next. For a melodic creature like her, it's the equivalent to breathing. This time, she saw fit to release the “Binetsuen / Mizuiro no kimi” double single both translating drastically different halves of her into song: The former the most intimate and intense song she’s done yet, and letter cushioning the heavy blow with a dose of soft whimsy.

Yuka Delivers Yet Another Original 1 Month Later

Like she needed to get one more piece of her soul out there, Yuka would follow up her double single with “Kyou to Mada Bye Bye Shitakunai No,” roughly translating to “I don’t want to say bye yet today.” With a heavy pop sensibility and something more upbeat than usual coming from Yuka, it’s clear she still has so much more to show everyone.

Yuka Nagase Heads to AFA Singapore For International Debut

At the time of publishing we are days away from Yuka Nagase making her international debut at AFA Singapore 2022, the first for any RIOT artist. Being the most leftfield out of the line-up, sending her out in the world showcases RIOT MUSIC’s diversity in the RIOT OF EMOTIONS they strive to create, as well as acknowledging how far along Yuka herself has come as a live performer.

Turning heads all over the world, you can’t help but feel a little curious and a little inspired when you hear Yuka Nagase. From her inspired choices of covers, to her genre-bending originals, even the way she’s innovated her live-performances, it’s not hard to see just how much she cares about music. Her first two years with RIOT MUSIC have been a blast and we hope you’ll join her for what happens next!

[oc-beehive]

Do you associate your magical girls with any songs/musicians or specific musical movements from the eras they were based off of? Other than Etsuko being grunge ofc (but if you have songs do share)

I hope you don't mind that I'm answering this as a textpost and not a drawing!! It seems more directed to me as a creator + i want to include links and you can't do that on an image. lol

I'll go in chronological order in terms of inspiration! This got REALLY long because I am insane so please excuse the paragraphs.

Disclaimer that I am American and thus my perception of music trends is pretty warped through the lens of what was popular in the US around these times.

Aimi - It's hard to mention the 50s music sphere without mentioning Elvis Presley. That's just a given. The 50s was the major rise of rock and roll, and there's a bit of that inspiration in Aimi's character. But her biggest association for me is no question Doris Day. Specifically songs like "I didn't slip -- I wasn't pushed -- I fell" and her version of "A Bushel and a Peck" (you know, the song from Guys and Dolls!). "Candy Lips" too. Very much the tail end of big band music that pervaded the 40s. I won't include more links because it would just be her entire discography. All those saccharine flowery metaphors about love??? Totally up her alley. I like to imagine that her magical girl transformations are similarly accompanied by those jaunty string plucks.

Hikari - The 60s! The British Invasion! Hoo boy. Initial honorary mention here goes to Roy Orbison's "Oh, Pretty Woman". Outside of that, though, she's definitely a Peter, Paul, and Mary typea girl. "If I Had a Hammer", "Weave Me the Sunshine", so on. A bit more folksy than one might expect, and completely ignoring the elephant in the room, but I think it fits her well! Throw in a couple early Beatles hits if you really must - "Love Me Do" and "I Want To Hold Your Hand" come to mind. Anything simple but upbeat, with a focus on guitar in the instrumentals. "Lemres," you say, "that's every single fucking pop song from the early 60s". Yes. Yes it is.

Akane - Time to get your groove on. The 70s kind of exploded in variety for popular music, and Akane leans heavily towards the disco side, but it's not exclusive. Immediate picks are anything by Earth, Wind and Fire - "Shining Star" and, of course, "September". I am legally obligated to bring up the Jackson 5. "Blame It on the Boogie" is a good pick. Don't tell me you can't imagine a planning montage to these bass lines. Lots of pop and rock acts emerged around this time, but most of them don't seem her style. She'd love David Bowie though. We all love David Bowie. Specifically Diamond Dogs. Shoutout to "Rebel Rebel".

Izumi - Listen man, I had to save writing this blurb for last. The 80s spans so much music. Izumi is a clusterfuck. I guess that makes this appropriate? AC/DC is definitely up there in terms of artist inspiration, with some Journey and REO Speedwagon on there too. I think they deserve a little bit of power ballad, as a treat. Also glam metal/rock, like Poison. You know what? I'm just gonna throw a bunch of songs out there and make you figure it out. "Back in Black", "Walk this Way", "Nothin' But a Good Time", "Once Bitten Twice Shy", and so on. They're having fun and that's what matters.

Etsuko - As mentioned, Etsuko is chiefly inspired by grunge bands! The good old Seattle Sound. Nirvana are obviously the poster child band for that - Pearl Jam and Soundgarden coming in a very close second and third. The latter two of those bands hate(d) being called grunge, by the way. Song examples are "Lithium", "Even Flow", and "Outshined". It's like if you took punk rock and played it through speakers submerged in molasses. Good shit. Mudhoney is also a GREAT example, especially songs like "Good Enough". This is the perfect genre for Etsuko because most of it is composed of complaining vaguely about Society™ and relationships, which is all she does in life.

This has been a glimpse into my sick and twisted mind. If you'll excuse me I have about 40 tabs of YouTube to go and close now.

[thepinkproof]

REIGN OF TERROR

chapter five

You were born for him, he just knows it and you’re the only one who can cure him.

Genre: Yandere!Vampire Jungkook x Reader - a 10 chapter series inspired by Tangled and Beauty and the Beast

Warnings: yandere behavior, suicidal attempts and talks, violence, eventual smut, DEATH, reader is not mentally stable, slight cursing, torture, MANHANDLING

Taglist: @silversparkles11 @mwitsmejk @outro-kook @bishuthot @kooliv @syunchl @lauritakamaki @ash07128 @darkuni23 @era-genius @doublebunv @etsuko-99 9 @bbl32 @hoseoks7swrld @sweetbtsfoever @bxbyyyjocelyn @crazy-eight17 @mageprincess7 @devilsbooksworld @breadgeniedope @cara-18 @yourtmblrgirlfriend @sleepy-time-dreamy @angelarin @faerikitty @iloverubberduckiez-blog

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Y/N smiled brightly as she heard the door knob rattled. She had showered and brushed her hair and teeth making sure she was perfect.

"Hi Jungkook." Y/N exclaimed, half of her face full of teeth.

"Hello beautiful." He complimented as he kissed her forehead.

Her cheeks turned red, almost forgetting what she was so excited about. "I painted you something!" She revealed a canvas to him.

Jungkook looked at the canvas in amazement. It was a self portrait of him. He has seen many self portraits of him but this one was done abstractly. It was very unique in his eyes.

He looked at her as she watched him for a reaction. He found her desperateness to please him cute. "It is almost as beautiful as you my love." He complimented.

She was excited that Jungkook liked her drawing but that wasn't the only reason she was excited. She was anticipating to ask him a question.

"Can we go outside today?" She pleaded.

Y/N waited for an answer as Jungkook was silent. "Baby I'm busy today, I'm afraid I can't fulfill your wishes."

Y/N's smile dropped. "Can't Alana take me outside then?" She suggested desperate to have her wish.

"No."

"B-But I-"

"You're not daring to talk back to me are you? When I saved you." He questioned her with intimidating eyes.

She took steps back in fear. "No I just, please don't be mad at me."

"Remember when you said you were mine, that means I control what you eat, wear and what you do. You're suppose to be a good girl and obey me." He hissed at her.

She mentally degraded herself for asking such a ridiculous question. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to spend time with you since you're always busy and I thought the best way was to spend it outside because I've never seen it." She admitted as she tried to blink away her tears.

"It's okay sweetheart. We can spend time together right now."

"But I thought you were busy." She asked in confusion.

"I can make time for you, we just can't go outside right now. The weather is terrible and I want your first time outside to be a bright and sunny.” He assured her making her hold his arm in excitement.

He liked seeing her smile which is why he promised her this. "I have to train for a battle tomorrow but I will let Alana take you to the library."

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Y/N looked at the walls of the hallway so curiously as she slowly walked. The walls were all artistically painted in such detail.

Alana chuckled at her. "My lady, take my hand for you won't get lost." She told her.

Y/N took the younger girl's hand but her attention was still on the interior details. "Where is everyone?" She asked wanting to see new people.

"This floor was closed for the day, only few people are allowed." Alana answered.

"I heard most buildings have windows, where are the windows?"

"Vampires don't like sunlight. Over the years we have adapted to it but we still don't like it. The weather been quite sunny over the few days so its ordered to keep them all closed." Alana explained.

Y/N stopped walking. "I wanted to go outside but Jungkook said it was raining yesterday." She said in confusion. Was he lying again?

Alana raised her eyebrow as she pulled Y/N hand to keep walking. "My king probably don't want to take you outside because of your smell."

"My smell? Do I have an odor?”

"You have a strong, unique smell. If vampires smelt you they would most likely try to drink from you."

Y/N was sure that wasn't it. If Jungkook thought people would drink from her he would give her guards. "Maybe Jungkook just doesn't like the sunlight." She tried to convince Alana, or better yet herself.

Alana opened the empty library's door. "My lady, look around you. Nobody is here for a reason. My king wants to keep you a secret."

It all made sense. Why she haven't even left the room since she got here. Why would Jungkook want to keep her locked away? It had to be a reason to it, it just had to be. He was the good guy.

Or was he.

Y/N breathed heavily at her thoughts in confusion as she stood in the middle of a library full of books, but it was like she had no answer. Alana looked at her concerned, "My lady, calm down."

"Is everyone trying to use me? Why do everyone lie to me?" Y/N asked her servant.

Alana held Y/N's shoulder to calm her down. "I never lied to you, my lady." She assured Y/N. Y/N stared at her as she slowed her breathing.

"I'm confused. I don't know if I can trust him, I don't know what to do."

Alana sat her down in the nearby chair. "You're beautiful, smart, and kind. Your blood is almost exotic as your looks. Everybody craves and want you, and when you have something someone wants, you don't give it, you display how powerful it is so that everyone will worship it." She told the older girl.

Y/N stared at Alana as she pondered her words. Was she just giving herself to Jungkook? I mean he did deserve her, he saved her.

Or did she save him?

He would be dead without her.

She had the power, not him.

"Are you saying I should stand up for myself to Jungkook?" She asked.

Alana quickly shook her head. "I would never suggest such thing my lady. I am loyal to Jungkook and I believe that he is the supreme king. I am just suggesting that you are more confident in your abilities, you did read the book I gave you right?”

Y/N nodded as she looked a figure who was reading a library book. She thought this library was empty. "Who is that?" Y/n asked pointing to the man.

Alana quickly looked back. Seeing who it was she quickly put her head down. "Oh it's nobody my lady."

"I am a vampire with super hearing just like you Alana." The voice spoke. In seconds the man speeding to the two girls causing Y/N to jump back in fear.

"Don't be scared young one. My name is Min Yoongi." He introduced himself. He gave Y/N a long and attentive stare that intimidated her, almost as if he was checking her out.

"M-My lord, my master has issued this is a closed floor." Alana stuttered eyes stuck to the floor.

"Your master and I are close friends, I was just searching for a book, or smell if I may admit." Yoongi said glancing over to Y/N who took a step back.

"D-Don't hurt her!" Alana blurted at him in fear.

"Oh no, I would never hurt Jungkook's girl. No need to get jealous Alana, you will always be my favorite girl." Yoongi flirted making the girl feel uncomfortable.

"My lord, I am just the former king and Y/N's servant!"

"And you use to be my whore."

"Don't speak to her like that!" Y/N yelled at Yoongi.

Yoongi laughed at her bravery. "Are you not Jungkook's whore?"

"Don't speak to us using such derogatory terms. I'm nobody's whore, yet you seem to be Jungkook's by the way you're constantly checking the door to see if he's coming when we speak." Y/N challenged him by stepping closer.

Yoongi red eyes became darker in rage. He speedily pinned Alana to the wall. "I may can't hurt you Y/N but I can sure hurt her."

His hands wrapped itself around Alana's neck as he choked her against the wall. "I'll kill her just like Jungkook killed your parents." He threatened.

Y/N was too distracted by his words to react. She never thought about what happened to her parents. She just assumed they were alive, living happily without her. But why would Jungkook kill them?

Yoongi chuckled at Y/N's frozen figure as Alana helplessly looked at her. "Enough of this slow death. It's not my usual type but I could go for vampire blood right now." Yoongi showed his fangs and started to harshly suck on the girl's neck causing her to scream in pain.

Y/n watched as Alana fell over to the ground in unconsciousness. She gasped in shock as Yoongi smirked at her before speeding out of the room.

"Alana!" Y/n finally reacted. She ran and crouched to the girl's fallen figure.

Alana's eyes were fluttering in unconsciousness. Her pale face let out wheezes of pain. Y/n noticed that her skin was flaking, almost like it was forming its own grave.

Her hands touched Alana's face. "I'm losing you, please tell me how to help you."

"Blood, I need blood." Alana voiced rasped in a weak voice.

There was no guards, or anyone around. How could she give her blood? "Help! Jungkook! Anyone! Help." She screamed.

Y/n could tell Alana didn't have much time left. She hesitantly looked down at her hand. "Drink." She demanded holding her arm to Alana.

Alana looked at her in disagreement. "Just do it, let me save you." Y/n said. Alana's fang opened up as she harshly sucked on Y/n's arm to fight for her life. Y/n watched as Alana's body regained a more healthier pale to distract from the pain.

She could feel herself getting weak as Alana seemed distracted and engraved into the taste of her blood. Seeing Y/n's worried face, she finally removed her fangs from her arm.

Alana breathed heavily. "W-What have I-I done?"

Y/n furrowed her eyes in confusion. "You've done no wrong Alana."

Tears ran through Alana's face. "Please my lady, don't tell my master I've drunk from you. H-He'll kill me." She sobbed.

Y/n quickly hugged her servant, resting her head on her shoulder. She too was filled with anxiety of today's events. "I won't tell. I vow my secrecy to you just as you have vowed your loyalty to me."

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Y/n's face was pressed against a solid chest. She felt a hand drag through her hair in a relaxing manner. She fluttered her eyes open, enjoying the moment for a second.

He was warm, contrasting to a vampire but his heartbeat was nonexistent. Nonexistent, almost like his honesty.

She attempted to lift her head up but it was harshly pushed down by him. "Trying to escape?" He muttered.

She used all her strength to push away from him. Y/n positioned herself at the side of the bed. "Escape is a term to use when someone is a prisoner." She mumbled.

"If you wish to speak so unkindly at me use your full tone of voice."

Y/n coldly looked back at him. "You're a liar." She hissed at him.

"Why would you think such a horrendous thing about me baby?"

Y/n glared at him for his lack of awarness. She crossed her arms. "If I were to walk out that door right now would you let me?"

Jungkook's jaw clenched as he glared at her like a volcano ready to erupt. His hand grabbed her arm. "Don't you fucking dare think of leaving me."

"So I am a prisoner?"

"Do it look like I keep my prisoner in the finest room, on a comfortable bed beside me, eating the finest food in the world? You aren't a prisoner, you're my possession, you're mine. Nobody can fucking look at you, smell you, taste you or touch you but me. There's no capable escape from me because you belong to me." He finally admitted in an intimidating, authoritative voice she's never heard before.

Her mouth slightly opened in shock, but she quickly closed it and nodded. "Thank you for finally telling me the truth."

He smiled at her as he took out a bouquet of flowers, all of different sorts of colors."It's an apology gift for not letting you go outside yesterday. They are all rare flowers from the royal garden. Hopefully, i can show you in person soon." He innocently said holding the flowers out to her that was held in glass vase.

Y/n stared at the flowers in amazement as she took them from her hand. She was in awe at not only the flowers but Jungkook.

He was deceiving, yet beautiful.

Just like her.

"It's beautiful Jungkook. I-I love it. Thank you." She forced her nose in the bouquet of flowers to smell their aromas. "Flowers need sunlight to last, are you aware?” She stated looking at him.

He stared at her conflicted before sighing. Jungkook got up from the bed stretching his arms. "Follow me."

She tried to stay calm as he got keys to open a door she thought was to a closet. When he opened it a hallway was revealed. The walls had swords and weapons displayed that all look like they told a horror story. There was a few windows on the wall but Y/n kept looking at the swords.

"There's more to my part of the castle than our room. I'm not particularly fond of sunlight so I keep windows out of my bedroom." Jungkook explained.

"The swords, are these the ones you used in battle?" She curiously asked.

He slightly grinned, happy that she was curious. "Yes my darling, this one here in my favorite." He said pointing to the one most decorative to display. "It's was passed down to me, it's the sharpest sword in the world made of carbon nanotubes. I've killed thousands with it."

Her eyes widened as she awkwardly nodded. "Do you miss being king?" She asked looking into his brown eyes.

"Of course, i've been training everyday to get the title back, for us. I need the power to protect you, to bring vengeance to the people who hurt the both of us." He said looking at her like she was his purpose.

"When it's your time to reign I want to be the first one bowing down to you." She said kissing him on the cheek, something she learned from him.

Y/n took her vase of flowers and sat them by the window. Her eyes stared at the scenery outside. It was so beautiful. The birds that were caught in the trees, the green grass, the sun shining through the land.

"Why steal beautiful flowers from their natural habitat and put them in a vase for display like its an object, just because its beautiful." Y/n seethed looking at the window.

Jungkook's face was full of confusion. Suddenly Y/n pushed the vase on the window causing it to crack, quickly jumping out of it. Jungkook let out a scream as she fell out the window.

She didn't know what floor she was on when she fell but she heard a terrible crack on her leg. Despite the pain, she got up and limped towards the woods.

"Heal." She muttered in encouragement to her leg. Her legs started to feel normal so she increased her speed throughout the woods.

It didn't matter how fast she went, it just matter how far she got.

Y/n ran for about half an hour until her legs felt weak. Her legs slowed down so she decided to finally take in her surroundings. Her hands ran through the bark of the tree as she felt its rough texture.

She took a deep breath and inhaled the musky, fresh smell. The smell of sweet freedom. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the animals. The birds humming and the crickets riveting. It was so peaceful.

"Oh look who we have here." A voice said interrupting her tranquil moment. The exact person she was expecting so she didn't turn around to look at his face.

"You're a little dumb thing roaming your luxurious scent in a wood full of vampires. Not all of them are as sweet as me."

"I'm anything but dumb." Y/n seethed looking at a huge rock.

"You're lucky Jungkook wants you dear child because your scent is driving me insane. It's such a shame I can't hurt you." He continued.

"Yoongi, is that your name?" Y/n said finally turning around.

He curiously raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Min Yoongi, one of the strongest warriors in vampire history." He bragged as he circled around her frozen body that mysteriously held no fear.

"It must be a shame to hide behind a mask to kill and not get lionized and honored. In all my history lessons not once have I've heard of the name Min Yoongi." Y/n said to man with an amusing grin.

Yoongi's jaw clenched for a second before smiling. "What a shame it is to simply be a weak prisoner, a woman that is worth only for her blood, a hmm... what's the word... an defenseless object ."

Y/n could not lie his words had truth. She was treated like an object by everyone she met. "Aren't we all objects, you came here because you are one." She argued.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Enough chit chat, it's time to go back to Jungkook ."He said gesturing her to follow him. He started to walk but she stayed still.

"You're an object just like me but you do all his dirty work right?"

"Shut up." Yoongi warned as he fisted his hands.

"You said Jungkook killed my parents?" Y/n asked him for confirmation.

Yoongi laughed. He figured his comment aboit her parents would piss her off. He couldn't hurt her physically but he could emotionally . "Yeah he did, with such cold blood. The looks on their eyes as he made them suffer for hours. They didn't fight much, since you were gone they didn't have much will to live. It was truly the most torturous death someone could experience." He explained the dark event in a jolly voice.

He stared at Y/n with a smirk as her eyes started to get glossy. She tilted her head to the side and rolled her eyes. An expression she picked up from Yoongi. "The day I was born Jungkook became sick. It would've been impossible for him to kill my parents days later. You were the one who put an end to their lives."

Yoongi scoffed at her. He felt alarmed at her cleverness but yet he kept a facade. "So I did the dirty work? But who do you think called the order princess? It was Jungkook."

"I find that hard to believe, but it doesn't matter. You still lied to me...I despise liars."

"Who cares what you despise Y/n? Let's go now!" He yelled harshly grabbing her arm.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at him before picking up a huge rock and banging it on his head. He fell over in pain. He touched the back of his head as blood splattered all over his hand. "You fucking bitch." He groaned as he got up.

Y/n hastily pulled out an object as Yoongi sped towards her in vampire speed.

His face dropped as he felt something deep up in his heart. A stake.

He once again fell to the ground, speechless.

"Did you know that my kind are not only used for healing? The older generations also called them Equalizers because they could extirpate humans and vampires equally. Meaning, they don't need a stake to kill a vampire. One blow at any part of the body with any object and they die as easily as a human." Y/n spoke as she hovered over Yoongi's body.

"I learned all this information about myself from a book." She added with a chuckle.

Yoongi looked at her with pure hatred. "Then why did you kill me ....like a human ...with a stake?" He questioned her, blood spluttering out his mouth with every word.

"Because how would a weak prisoner, a woman that is worth only for her blood, a hmm... what's the word... an defenseless object ever kill one of the strongest vampire in history?" She mocked with a victorious grin. She watched as Yoongi stared at her with widened eyes as his body lost consciousness and used her fingers to close his lifeless eyes.

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Y/n ran through the woods towards the castle screaming. "Help! Help!"

She heard tussles in the grass knowing someone was near. A vampire suddenly sped right in front of her.

"Y/n we've been looking everywhere for you. Jungkook would be disappointed in you." Taehyung said to the distraught girl.

The girl did not look like she running away from the castle. She looked relieved to see him.

"I-I- I ran into Yoongi, h-he caught me and then humans came they threw a stake right through his heart. T-They tried to get me but I got away. Please! W-We have to hide from them." She said out of breath.

Taehyung looked at her in confusion and shock. "Yoongi is dead?" She quickly nodded her head. He blinked his eyes in grief. "Let's get you to Jungkook."

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Y/n tried her best to hold in a smirk as Taehyung escorted her to Jungkook's room. Her plan wasn't to run away, it was to kill Yoongi.

She knew she couldn't escape Jungkook. The truth was that Yoongi's confession of her parents dying affected her. It hurt her more than knowing Jungkook lied. Her parents were innocent and yet they were killed simply for birthing her. She thought about it all day.

Her hurrah was ended when she saw the look on Jungkook's face.

Pure anger.

"I'll take it from here Taehyung." He said as he roughly pulled her into the room. A loud bang echoed as he shut the door.

He swiftly pinned her body to the nearby wall. His elbow was against her chest as he glared at her. He noticed she didn't cower away, but she glared at him back. "I trusted you and you ran away." He growled.

She moved her face closer to his. "You're nothing but a liar."

Jungkook grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to the vanity. He forced her head to look in the mirror. His dark eyes stared at their reflection with authority as his grip on her hair tightened. "Look at you baby, so bold and fearless after you've disobeyed me. That's clearly a problem, you're a spoiled little brat who deserves a punishment."

"You think I haven't been punished before, they tried everything, slapping, whipping, electric torture, all of it was immensely painful but each time I healed and became immune. There's no amount of pain or punishment that could truly discipline me." She said looking at his eyes through the mirror.

It angered Jungkook to know that they hurt you but he was even more surprised at you. He cocked his head at her behavior. It was different from her usual innocent jolly mood. He brought his lips to her ear. "Their is one weakness an Ethereal has that will cause them extreme pain such as The Middlemist's red flower. Ethereals can not heal from this rare flower. The side effects are scarring, swelling, pain, and in extreme cases...death." He whispered in her ear, a passage that she immediately recognized.

Y/n's eyes widened. For the first time today, she was scared. She didn't feel like she was at the top of the world.

Jungkook's grip let go as he started to rub her soft hair. "I read that from the book you hid from me." He whispered in her ear once again as he looked in the mirror.

She tried to keep her confidence. "I won't apologize for something as simple as going outside or reading ." She said. Jungkook could tell from her voice she knew was loosing the battle.

He picked her up bridal style as he slowly walked to the bed staring at her eyes. "You know why I don't want you outside...? You have a strong, delicious scent. If it spreads outside the vampires will start looking for you. If they taste you they will become stronger and then I will have multiple problems to worry about because I will have to kill them. I thought both of our focus was to kill Namjoon."

His reason was exactly as Alana said. She didn't realize until now that he was just trying to protect her. "Why couldn't you just be candid with me from the beginning?"

Jungkook threw her on the bed. "I am a king. I shouldn't have to explain my orders to anyone. You care for honesty like all do, but trust is more important." Jungkook affirmed. Y/n thought for a moment that he had forgiven her but his face still mirrored an angry man.

"Trust must be earned."

Jungkook's hand wrapped around her neck as he positioned her head to look at his. "And I am the sole reason you exist there shouldn't be anyone more obedient to me than you." He fumed.

Y/n did not back down. Even now, he was still lying. "If you really read the book like you claimed, you will know the only reason you exist is because of me." She shot back, referring to his sickness she healed.

Jungkook angrily let go of her neck and pushed the rest of her body back to the bed. "Don't overestimate yourself sweetheart. You need me. I have the one thing that could kill you."

"Since your small hand is always touching my tattoos I thought you will want one yourself. Before you got Yoongi killed-"

"I didn't kill Yoongi!" She blurted.

"If you would've never ran away he would be alive sweetheart ."

"As I was saying, before you killed him I was able to get The Middlemist Red flower turned into a serum. I can use it as ink to tattoo my name right on your pretty body." He continued. He could hear Y/n's heartrate finally rise. It was exactly what he wanted, her to fear and love him. He would work on the other half later.

Y/n was scared but she didn't beg him to stop. She had too much pride.

Jungkook turned her body over. With one large tear, he opened up her shirt. His hands roamed her bare back. "Right here is perfect." He mumbled when his hands reached her lower back.

"You see the terrible things you make me do when you disobey me. This is going to hurt really bad sweetheart. You won't heal from this.”

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[italian-pastry]

Rambling about the Family Tree

Here’s the Family Tree!

And under the cut is all my rambling about designs or whatever! (this ended up not being about designs too much. Hm)

OK WE NEED TO BE ORGANIZED HERE I’ll be going generation by generation, from left to right. Everyone will be here, just for organization sake. Of course, some people are more important than others, so be warned for long rambles (in generation 2 especially) OK LET’S GO

Generation 1: Iida Parents: Idk man. They don’t even have designs. They’re probably cool Enji: He doesn’t deserve to be drawn well :) That and he doesn’t deserve to meet his grandkids :)) Rei: She deserves to be pretty and be a cool grandma. Her grandkids adore her. Hisashi: This mans is kinda wildin’ in my universe. Whatever he’s up to, it’s not being Inko’s husband. Inko: Soft grandma!!!!! We love her and she loves her grandkids and husband. Toshinori: He deserves to retire and settle down and be happy with his family and be adored by his gandkids. Emiko’s Father: He and Yukie got married (and Yukie got pregnant with Emiko) almost right out of highschool. He expected Yukie to give up her career to care for Emiko, but that didn’t gel with Yukie, so she divorced him when Emiko was little. Idk where he is now. Yukie: We love her. I love her. She’s super sweet and super cool and super short and that’s all you need to know. She also looks a lot like Eijirou (or, at least I tried to make them look similar) Crimson Riot: I subscribe to the Dad-Crimson theory, so here we are. After Emiko started elementary school, Yukie tried to get her career back together, but after meeting and having a thing with Crimson Riot and getting pregnant with Eijirou, she gave it up to be able to care for her kids. Nadie: An American journalist who moved to Japan for work! She and Yukie met and got married when Eijirou was 9-10. She has 3 kids from her previous marriage (that ended in disaster). Christopher Skyline: (Yes, THE Christopher “Captain Celebrity” Skyline. We’re just ignoring the Vigilantes canon over here.) Nadie’s ex-husband and the father of Hanae, Etsuko, and Suzume. He was a serial cheater, and the kids was a desperate attempt made by Nadie to try to make him stick around. Sperm Donor: Just a sperm donor. Mitsuki: Still looks SUPER young. She doesn’t like it when her grandkids call her “Grandma” or anything like that because it makes her feel old. Masaru: Loves being called “Grandpa” or whatever by his grandkids. He loves them, and likes to visit them a lot. Mika: Still quiet and chill. We love her. Kyotoku: Still loud and fun. He’s a cool dude, and he got them smile lines Beru: Her head is weird. I’m sorry queen, but it freaked me out. Ganma: He freaked me out even more. He was my least favorite to draw. Sorry bro. Uraraka’s Parents: Her dad reminds me of my dad (vaguely). They don’t have names, but they’re cool. Also, Ochako was able to get them a nice house, so good for them. Shouta: Just go look at @nartothelar‘s Silver Fox AU that was my main inspiration. He a grumpy old man who only likes his kids and grandkids and family. Hizashi: Same thing as Shouto. I like to think that all of his hair has grayed, so his hair is like Platinum Blond now.

Ok! Gen 1 done, and it was mostly me rambling about Eijirou’s parents. Maybe one day I’ll dedicate a post to them.

Generation 2: Tenya: I had him grow his hair out because 1.) I thought it was cute and 2.) it represents him loosening up a lil’ after school. He wears contacts during Hero Work, but wears his glasses casually. Tensei: Literally just the same dude. He’s Tensei and he’s chill and he’s cool. Dabi: I gave him an eyebrow piercing and a fun new cut. (Fun fact: That’s his Fantasy AU fairstyle) Fuyumi: I hope her hair looks very Teacher-y and Motherly. I think she looks super cute. Natsuo: A simple dude. He finds a cut that works and sticks with it. Although I did give him sideburns and a lil’ touch of beard. Shouta: Instead of shaving his red side, he combs the white side over it. Also, I hc that in his left eye, he’s half blind. Izuku: Yikes. He got the wound early in his hero career. He went blind in his right eye, so he and Shouta together are like 1 and 1/4 blind. Emiko: Eijirou’s older half sister. I would say she’s Girlboss and Natsuo is Malewife, and I think that’s accurate - even if only a little. She’s a social service worker, and met Natsuo in college. I had an old design before, but I like this one A LOT more Eijirou: I am a simp for long hair Eijirou, so here we are. ALSO freckles!!!! I love freckley eijirou. Also stubly beard and cool new scar. He is very dad. Hanae: The chill little sister. Probably a lawyer or professor or something smart like that. Etsuko: The crazy sister. She works in the hero field! If as hero support or as an actual pro, idk yet! Suzume: The ex-crybaby sister. She’s prolly doing something fun and artsy. Also, HUGE demigirl vibes Kane: The energetic little brother! He has most certainly gone pro, since he’s like very early 20s now. Fun Fact!: He was 6 when Mieko was born, so a lot of people thought they were siblings. It only got worse when Akio rolled around. Katsuki: hehe Undercut Bakugou. Also, hearing aids! I put his eyebrow scar there so he and his hubby are matchy matchy. Actually, both of their scars are pretty matchy matchy.... huh. Also, I’m totally not saying he was invloved in the fight that gave Izuku his scar, definitely not. Mashirao: STOP SAYING HE’S PLAIN AND ORDINARY. HE’S BEAUTIFUL DAMMIT. Every time I draw him I think about how darn pretty he is and that he could be like a KPop star or smth Tooru: It’s tooru! Super fun lil’ lady. What a queen. Mina: Look at that kick-ass scar I gave her. It’s what she deserves. Although, that eye may be a lil fucked up. Ah well, at least it looks cool. Yuuga: LOOK AT HIS HAIR. I am so happy with how it turned out! He so pretty. He and Mina are DEFINATELY Girlboss and Malewife. Hado: Also a simple lady. Prolly also needed to stick to her brand of long hair. She still super pretty tho. Lowkey disappointed I didn’t give her the stereotypical Anime-Protag’s-Mom hairstyle Haya: Completely shaved her head, and got more piercings! Like, 100% more Punk Rock. Itsuka: FRECKLES FRECKLES FRECKLES. And short hair!!!!!! Sigh, I love her. Tetsutetsu: I tried to make him look like Ejirou, even if just the face structure. I like how his hair and scar turned out tho. What a lad. Mezo: What a cool dude! Got a sick nasty scar, but covers it with his hair. I think, even with a majority of his face covered, he is still very handsome Miya: She has a name now!!!!!! What an icon. She’s a Hero Costume Designer, and she has a spider mutation. Wolf Spider, specifically (I think). She is so adorable and spunky I love her. Momo: Short hair!!!!!!1!1!1!11! God, what a goddess. We love her so so so much. Also, she gets to have a cool scar, too Kyouka: While she’s in UA, she straightens her hair, but after she graduates, she doesn’t care abt it. Momo rlly likes it curly. She also has that thing going on where you shave all of ur head except for ur bangs (and the side thingies). Oh! And eyebrow piercing! Satsuki: Pretty! Also, I made sure that all the girls who would’ve been 6-7 during the current time all had ponytails now (Satsuki, Etsuko, and Eri) Samidare: He’s super cool, and I decided to give him long hair to make him cooler. Also, Demiboy vibes, anyone? Tsuyu: A queen!!!!!! I love her so much!!!!!!! When her hair is down, it reaches to her shoulder blades. Ochako: SHE LOOKS SO BADASS I AM SO HAPPY. Look at her, with those cool scars, and that cool hair! What a queen! Mirio: Classic Mirio! Tbh, idk if I’ll give Mirio his quirk back. Like a lot of the stuff in the recent arc I’ve ignored, soooo......... Tamaki: He has SO MUCH HAIR. It ridiculous. Since growing it out, he uses it to hide behind if it’s left down. So Mirio likes to do stuff with his hair and make it look cute. Nikko helps, too! Eri: A queen!!!!!!!!!! Idk if she’ll be a Pro Hero or doctor that specializes with pro heroes, but I want her to be happy and help people! Hitoshi: Hanta and Denki weaves flowers into his hair a la Rapunzel all the time. The braid is really loose and shitty a lot of the time tho. Ah well. Denki: Because I moved his black stripe to down the center of his hair, my little sister keeps calling Denki and Race Car. And I agree. He got those scars because he was able to train himself to really not fry his brain anymore, but that means if he overloads, his electricity escapes some other way, so through his ears and into his face. Hanta: That scar was very strategically places because I am a firm believe that Sero will uncannily resemble Shouta when he gets older. I hadn’t done a really good job at that tho....... hm.

Gen 2 is done!!!!!! It was my fave generation to draw UwU. I’m not sure what to say with Gen 3, since I’ve already talked about them a lot. Jeez, idk. I’ll think about something to ramble about later.

@questionableholidayreally Tozen rlly said “I am literally just vibing ;)”

[luna-almighty-god]

Guardian Angel N°16 [ Yumerai ]

This is chapter sixteen! We're slowly approaching the end!

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

The drawing belongs to me, please don't take it !

Have a good read!

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First Chapter

Previous Chapter

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Pathetic.

Useless.

Weak.

Through feelings too powerful to be controlled, Dream had been stripped of his role as guardian of positive emotions. Not by any third party, but by himself.

Unable to save his brother from corruption, he had been forced to watch him corrupt the multiverse, corrupt his best friend, destroy the world that had been theirs by hurting the people they loved.

In the end, Dream had lost everything. Nightmare at first, then Ink, then his friends like Blue... And how to explain his horror when he had discovered the birth of Nyx? That he had seen the way Nightmare treated him, that he was helpless in front of his nephew that he was unable to help?

Dream had simply been useless.

Too weak to maintain positive emotions, to watch over dreams. Too weak to protect whoever it was. At least it was too weak as a guardian, as a 'nice little peaceful skeleton'.

So he had made a decision.

[He had disavowed his role.]

No more being nice, because in his timeline, kindness didn't lead to anything. Nothing at all. He had convinced himself of that. Trying to sound like his brother, trying to sound like Ink... useless, just useless. Only the hard way was working now, and Dream had made that clear.

Draw his bow, materialize an arrow of light, shoot without the slightest hesitation at his brother, target him between the two orbits. And even if Nightmare had managed to dodge, his stunned face was enough to anchor Dream in his ideas.

[The sweet Dream no longer existed.]

Looking for a way to make a difference, to save their world, to save what's been lost. That was the mission that Dream had set for himself. To make up for their mistakes, their weakness, by changing the moment when everything had turned upside down, that little moment that had sealed their fate.

Oh, Dream had never thought of erasing Nyx, far from it! In his eyes, the birth of his nephew was in no way the cause of this decline! No, the problem went back further, to the insecurity problems of Ink and Nightmare, but also to the problems of the whole multiverse. Because to be so easily corrupted by the master of misfortune, it was that their world wasn't going so well in the first place ...

Everything was so complicated. There wasn't just one problem to deal with, but the problems of multiple monsters. Everything had to be considered, every detail counted, every action, every sentence... Killer who sought comfort from Color to forget Nightmare, Color who was dying of jealousy because of his one-way love, Dust and Horror who saw in Nightmare a support and a model to follow to overcome their doubts and weaknesses, Error who was terrified at the idea of committing himself with Ink...

Hundreds of gears that worked with each other. The gears of misfortune that had really failed when Nyx was born.

Nyx was not the cause, only the extra element, the drop in the bucket.

Dream would have wanted to tell him so many times, wanted to reassure him ... but he had never been able to do so. For Nyx didn't listen, Nyx was stubborn, Nyx was... was... was simply locked up, imprisoned by his parents' vision. That skewed vision that put all the blame on the poor little skeleton.

“I don't know what to do to help him...” he blew, sat on the floor, head down as he felt Error come over to him.

Error who was looking in the wave, hands in his pockets, smoking a cigarette with his teeth without really enjoying it.

“It's not by words but by actions that we'll have to change him.” he replied.

Dream had gently raised his head, to observe the Glitch in silence, before looking into the void in turn to address the Destructor again:

“... I still don't understand why you're doing all this... Why you took Nyx under your wing... Why you allowed me to come live with you, with Cross and Lux...”

The other breathed a puff of smoke without casting the slightest glance at the guardian of dreams, only to answer with a shrug that made poor Dream sigh. This did not help him any more in his questioning ...

“...would you try to redeem yourself because you think you are responsible for our situation?" insisted the young dream. Do you think that if you had been different with Ink, all this wouldn't have happened?”

He felt the Glitch tensing up, only half a second before he was suddenly grabbed by the pass to be pulled against Error, to meet his eyes crackling with a rage that he was struggling to control, to swallow as the voice of the Destroyer became low, terribly hoarse, broken by the many hardships of recent years:

“... You talk too much Dream. Don't make me angry.”

Dream felt electrified. Electrified by that aura, that look, that voice... By this being that he had cherished for so long, without ever daring to say anything about it. Because he didn't want to betray Ink... and Error would never love him anyway.

*** ***

Dream shook his head, clearing his memories to stand in front of the gate that was waving in front of him. This was no time to dither. He had to cross that blue whirlwind, go back in time, save his nephew - if he wasn't dead yet ... -

But he found himself frozen, unable to take a single step. He hadn't told Cross or Lux. He had left his family behind only to take responsibility for his own actions. For suggesting the idea of going back in time, for not realizing that the gate had to be closed, for... everything. Absolutely everything. The corruption of his brother and his friend ... the fact that he gave too much responsibility to Nyx ... and ... the death of Error ...

He shook his head, took a breath, tightening his grip on his bow. His cracked crown, with missing pieces in it, seemed heavy to carry today...

[He frowned]

[He went through the portal]

*** ***

Nightmare didn't know what to think as he roamed the AUs with increasing nervousness. Everything was in turmoil, seemed incomprehensible to him and at the same time terribly clear. A truth that he refused to admit but that kept biting his mind.

Nyx possessed changing pupils, tentacles, a pronounced taste for drawing, the ability to blend into the shadows ... Nyx knew them by heart, but he also knew an Ink who seemed to come from the future.

Nyx ... was his son from another timeline.

“... Damn it...!” he growled as he quickened his pace.

Nyx was his son... damn it... it was so hard to swallow, to accept! Of course, the master of misfortune had tenderness towards the youngest, but not to the point of considering him as his child! Insomnia was his child, not Nyx! Because Nyx... Nyx was...

Nyx was his friend. A precious friend.

A friend he'd pissed off in a fit of anger, when the cartoonist went out of his way to help them, to help them have a happy life. It was because of Nyx that Nightmare had the family life he had dreamed of... and Nightmare had acted like the worst kind of bastard.

Now Nyx was missing, as was PaperJam who had apparently fled the house. Ink and Error had found out too late and were now worried to death, actively searching for their son in all universes without any possibility of finding his magical trace, as if it was camouflaged.

Nightmare growled. The magic was hard to camouflage. Powerful spells had to be used, which didn't reassure anyone about little Jammy's fate. Was it this Ink from the future who had gotten his hands on the boy? Unfortunately, there was a good chance ... And shit, "Ink from the future" was so boring to pronounce! Especially since he shouldn't be alone, and Nightmare couldn't see himself saying "Ink from the future", "Dust from the future", "Killer from the future" ... or even "Nightmare from the future". It was repetitive, boring, useless.

“Ink is so borring over paint... Can't I find a nickname to go with it?”

Slowing down his run to think, he stopped suddenly at the agreement of a weak, very weak sigh. Or rather a whisper. A word carried by the wind, it seemed to him:

“Etsuko ...”

He frowned at the arches, looked around him suspiciously without seeing anything except the few echo flowers nearby. But it couldn't have been them, could it? The echo flowers were just repeating what they heard. But it seemed like a strange coincidence that they would repeat such a word right at the very mention of Nightmare, a word that sounded a lot like a name.

The master of misfortune shrugged his shoulders: he wasn't going to worry about that. It was worth taking the ...

“Etsuko ...”

He turned to the flowers. Why did they seem so insistent? Was he getting the wrong idea, just blaming poor, harmless flowers?

He sighed:

“Okay, let's go for Etsuko...”

He waited a while, to see what would happen. But nothing... Nothing at all. And this realization tensed him: why didn't the flowers repeat what he had just said?

Suddenly his mind twisted, encountering a sudden magical apparition. His eyes widened: PaperJam ... he was not camouflaged anymore ! And from what he could feel... he was in Underlust?

Despite the terrible apprehension that it was a trap, Nightmare had no choice but to rush there, knowing in advance that Error and Ink must already be there, having surely reacted faster than him.

He disappeared into a portal, not knowing that he should have lingered longer by the flowers ... because he could have heard the sweet laughter that escaped from there. A laughter that accompanied an amused voice:

“To think that I have to intervene for silly nicknames... !”

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Life had been good to him. The last few days had probably been the best of his life. Yes Ink was happy. Happy to finally be reunited with Error, to be able to live his love with him, to be united with him. To shake his hand, to embrace his body, to devour his mouth. Exchanging caresses, tender words...

And came PaperJam, his adorable child, so cute, so innocent, so sweet and gentle. The family he had always dreamed of ... accompanied by that truce with the Bad Sans, who had offered him new friendships. Horror, Dust, Killer... but especially Nightmare.

Nightmare... with whom he should have had a child? Who he should have had... Nyx...?

When did it escape him, the Creator? When only a short time ago he thought everything was 'normal'? That Nyx was just one skeleton among many, a skeleton with whom he had befriended?

Nyx held out a chip which Ink willingly accepted, stuffing it in his mouth as he sniffed it, wiping his tear-fogged eyes. The one with the black bones slid his hand over his skull and gently caressed him, in an almost paternal gesture that soon reassured him. Finally, he finally dozed off, far too comfortable in the bed that was not his, smelling the odor of Nyx that had permeated the sheets and which, it must be said, was not unpleasant.

Nyx lying unconscious on the ground, his head resting on the knees of a worried Plum.

“... He... collapsed? Just like that?” Ink questioned, having a hard time grasping the situation as his trembling voice testified.

Plum looked at him feverishly:

“Y-Yes... I don't understand... I don't understand ... he ... He seemed to have a panic attack, then he lost consciousness!”

It wasn't a simple blackout, Ink knew that all too well. For Nyx, besides breathing with difficulty, was sweating heavily, his body boiling, as if he was in the grip of a violent illness.

“... He would be sick ...? hesitated the Creator without daring to approach.

- He was fine only yesterday, said Error, who was standing next to him. He couldn't have gotten so sick in one night in ...”

But his voice died, interrupted by another which rose softly behind them:

“... Nyx is not sick ...”

Ink and Error turned around at breakneck speed to see their little Jammy in the doorway. Jammy's gaze was fleeting, due to his fear of being scolded by his parents but also the worry of seeing Nyx in such a state. Trembling with tears in his eyes as he felt his soul beating at full speed in his rib cage, he curled up on himself, ready to burst into tears:

“...A-a... a nasty Nightmare... he hurt Nyx... a-and Nyx kept falling asleep and waking up... like he was having a nightmare...”

Ink remained mute of stupor, to finally throw himself on PaperJam that he came to hug with all his forces, perceiving all the terror which lived in him, under the glance of Error who was divided between the desire to take his family against him and the desire to find this 'bad Nightmare' to explode his face.

“Calm down Jammy... the painter breathed, gently caressing his son's back. It's all right now...

- N-No, it's not true, it's not all right!" cracked the boy as he let out a sob. “I couldn't protect my big brother... and the bad guy's gone, he'll come back, he'll hurt us... !”

‘My big brother’. These words struck Ink's mind with force as his face became pale. So PaperJam had understood who Nyx was? No, the real question was... Had PJ accepted Nyx as a real member of their family? Without worrying about some timeline story?

Error grinned at the same words, but preferred to ignore them to concentrate on another detail. He came and crouched down beside Jammy and, timidly, caressed his shoulders in a clumsy attempt to comfort him:

“... PaperJam ... Do you know where this 'bad Nightmare' has gone?”

The child sniffed and shook his head as he came to curl up more against Ink.

Error remembered an insult when he saw how his son had been upset by the whole thing. He addressed Ink seriously:

“So there is not only an Ink from the future but also a Nightmare. And it won't surprise me that there are still others, which multiplies our enemies and therefore the danger. They must know the multiverse on the tip of their knuckles, probably better than we do.

- ... What do we do then? replied his lover. Do we prepare a counterattack? Do we hide? Do we wait? We skim the whole multiverse blindly?”

Faced with the painter's terribly rough tone, Error frowned on the arches:

“I don't know Ink. It's useless to take it that way!”

The Creator shot him with his pupils turned red:

“You give me a catastrophic summary of our situation without providing any solution! If it's just to depress me by putting me up against the wall, you can keep your remarks to yourself!

- I stated the facts and the possibilities! We've never been faced with such a danger, these guys probably know us better than we know ourselves! They can anticipate our actions and...

- And what? I'm well aware of it, who do you think I am?

- For a skeleton that seems to have already given up!

- How have I given up? I'm trying to take care of my sons here!”

Error bugged for a moment, before straightening himself up quickly by clenching his fists, pushing PaperJam to squeak with fear when he saw his parents arguing like that.

“Your sons?” repeated the Destructor coldly. “You have only one son, the one WE gave birth to!”

Ink gritted his teeth, closed his eyes to put his mind in order, imperceptibly squeezing PJ against him as if to give himself courage. He finally looked at his lover again:

“Nyx may come from another timeline... but I can't see him as anything other than my son.

- ... Are you kidding me?”

Error didn't know how to feel. Anger, frustration, jealousy, misunderstanding? He could accept that Nyx was Ink's son, but ... in another timeline, and only in another timeline! Not in theirs! Because in theirs, Ink was his, his and nobody else's, let alone Nightmare's!

“Yesterday you considered this guy a friend! And now you suddenly adopted him? Stop pissing yourself off!”

But if the voice that answered him was Ink's, it wasn't his Ink's voice. An evil, sadistic voice, whose sinister sneer shook the walls of the house and the monsters in the room.

“I agree, Error. This poor version of me is really infatuated with anyone!”

The yelp of PaperJam, thrown to the ground without the slightest softness, was nothing compared to the scream Ink uttered when he was hit hard by an ink tentacle that sent him waltzing against the wall.

Although Error was caught unawares, he didn't let himself be destabilized and received his son in panic, before catching Ink with his bluish threads while making bones to defend himself. His eyes filled with anger went to a corner of the room, and a shiver of hatred ran through him as he noticed the presence of this Ink of the future, quietly leaning against a wall with his arms folded.

“You bastard, you've got guts to bring your mouth here!”

His lover's double had a bad laugh before stepping towards him:

“Don't take it like that Ruru, I only come to free you from a weight.”

The magic of Error crackled, seething with resentment at his words, and the voice of Glitch sizzled with rage:

“I will smash you. I will destroy you for daring to touch my family.”

The future Ink raised his eyes to the sky before shaking his head with weariness, as if annoyed by such nonsense:

“Let's see Ruru... I'm your family.

- Call me 'Ruru' one more time... and I assure you I won't be in control.

- ... You're hopeless. Why can't you understand all the love I have for you? I probably love you much more than that old version of me. Do you understand that? Do you understand how much this version you're dating makes fun of you? He hasn't made the slightest effort to win you over, hasn't experienced the pain and sorrow that I have. He had outside help, and now that he's got you, he's turning to Nyx! Nyx that's not yours! Who's a stupid skeleton that came out of nowhere! What's next? Who's to say this Ink didn't turn away from you? That he won't leave you for Nightmare, only for the "good" of a son that isn't his?!”

The real Ink was recovering from the previous shock and was listening, with bitterness and anger, to the words of his double. This him of the future .... Did he even realize he was talking about his son? His son who was standing unconscious in the same room with him? Did this Ink from the future only realize that Nyx was at his worst?!

“... My Ink is an idiot, Error suddenly approved. But it's him and no one else that I fell in love with!!”

The two Ink hiccupped simultaneously, one deeply outraged and the other terribly moved. Before one of them recovered from his emotions, Error threw bones in the direction of the impostor, destroying part of the house in the process under the desperate gaze of poor Plum.

The Ink of the future just had the opportunity to leap backwards without dodging the entire attack. He grimaced when a bone was planted in his shoulder and had no choice but to retreat again, ending up outside the house, in the infinite cold of the Underlust Snowdine.

Error came to rest PaperJam, furtively caressing his skull before teleporting to his opponent and attacking him again. The child squealed, his face ravaged with fear and sobs, while looking terrified at the raging battle outside.

Ink hastened to his feet to draw Broomie:

“Plum, watch over my sons!” he ordered before throwing himself into battle.

An explosion sounded, followed by a burst of magic and the shrill sound of a blaster. The blast raised a wave of snow that fell with a crash, hiding the opponents under a smoke of ice. But despite the reduced visibility, Plum and Jammy realized that neither the Creator nor the Destroyer could defeat their opponent.

[Cause he knew them by heart, as Error had guessed.]

The snow finally fell, revealing more clearly the battle that was taking place. The threads of Error were sharply cut by vile tentacles, and the Ink of the future dodged an attack without difficulty by suddenly transforming himself into a puddle of ink, before taking a normal form just behind the Destroyer that he immobilized with his appendages .... So that these can be sliced in turn. By other tentacles.

“Wha...? wondered the one from the future.

- To think that I found Ink boring... But you're worse Etsuko!” cried the familiar voice of Nightmare, a voice of fun, defiance and anger. A voice coming from everywhere and nowhere, as if out of the shadows, out of the mind.

The three opponents stopped all movement to look around them while the Ink of the future frowned on the arcades with confusion and mistrust:

“Etsuko...? he repeated.

- A little nickname, so as not to confuse our mind. And specially to differentiate a stupid painter from a crazy painter.”

Nightmare finally appeared, standing between Etsuko and the two others, stinging an icy glance on the one of the future:

“But it doesn't matter, since you'll only be dust in a few minutes.”

The nightmare master's appendages agitated, whipped the air like a threat, while Etsuko stood staring at the guardian of bad emotions.

“... Ink... Etsuko... however I'm named... blew that of the Future. Anyway... That won't stop me from killing you.”

His face was torn by a terrifying smile... and he vanished.

Nightmare winked in disappointment and winked back to swallow a scream when he felt a pain twist in his arm. He winced, realizing that Etsuko had taken him as a traitor, and turned sharply to counterattack. However, he only hit the void, which made him growl.

“Bastard... !”

He jumped to the side and felt an ink puddle slip at his feet, and his gesture was not useless, for the next second his enemy came out of the puddle and threw sharp bones at him. Dodging, feeling one of the weapons brushing against him, he weighed himself down and teleported himself to the heavens, to make a Gaster Blaster appear, with which he shot Etsuko.

Etsuko who used his appendages as a shield, before materializing in his turn a Blaster. But instead of aiming at Nightmare, he took advantage of the other Ink's inattention.

Ink, still a bit stunned, who just had the opportunity to turn his skull before being dazzled by the powerful flash of the energy beam.

“INK!” Error and Nightmare shouted simultaneously as they watched in horror as the painter was about to disintegrate.

But it didn't happen. A golden light appeared for a second, accompanied by a loud sound of teleportation. The blaster wiped out where Ink had been, but not a trace of the Creator among the cloud of dust and debris.

Everyone was mute in amazement ... before Error was startled by the realization that there was a new presence behind him.

“Is everything okay?”

He turned around, opened his eyes, just like Nightmare who was unable to explain what they saw: Ink, safe and sound, gently carried in the arms of ... No... it couldn't have been... Yet there were very few skeletons wearing such a crown. But despite the appearance that didn't deceive... Nightmare didn't know if the skeleton that saved Ink was indeed Dream.

Ink himself seemed confused about who was supposed to be his best friend:

“... Dream?” he hesitated.

No, it couldn't have been Dream. Dream was a young skeleton, smiling and sparkling, with a soft warm aura. While this skeleton... this skeleton didn't have a smile on his face, not even a shred of joy. He only looked tired, exhausted... and deeply angry.

It was Etsuko who broke the silence again, his magic crackling even more angrily than before:

“Goddamn Dream! Always in my way !” he spat.

The three skeletons of this timeline freeze, having now the confirmation that the new one was indeed Dream. But so... the future Dream? This one rested Ink with a great softness, before patting his head amicably, but always without emitting the least smile:

“I will take care of him. Rest.”

It was not only addressed to the painter but also to Nightmare and Error. Finally he came to look into Etsuko's eyes and his face became harder, more implacable.

“Destroying our world wasn't enough for you, you also had to come and wreck another timeline?

- That you who gave me this opportunity.” Etsuko replied.

Dream sighed... and the arrow he shot was faster than the speed of light.

Etsuko hiccupped, screamed, fell to his knees and grabbed his belly, to turn his bewildered gaze towards his ribs, towards THE rib that the guard had aimed at and hit hard! Marrow was already starting to flow out of the wound to stain his clothing, but before anyone could really become aware of the situation, Dream teleported himself just in front of his enemy, to prepare his bow again and put an arrow in his face.

This time, the corrupt Creator did not let it happen and teleported himself in panic, several meters away from the guardian, to counterattack with his tentacles. Dream dodged a first appendage, contrasted a second one with his bow, but was whipped by a third one. This did not destabilize him, he kept an imperturbable face, and again used his bow to shoot a new arrow.

Nightmare twitched, his eyes clutching said arrow. His twin, guardian of dreams and good emotions, had always had this ability to generate arrows of light. But this Dream of the future... Its light was not pure. On the contrary, it seemed dimmed. Like... Like it was ready to sink into darkness.

If that made him pale, seeing his brother attack Etsuko without mercy made him even more unstable.

“Are you trying to play the hero? accused the corrupt painter. You, the guardian who gave up his title after abandoning his family? You're nothing but a Dream sub-shit! Don't come and stand up to me and play the Good guy !”

The Dream Keeper tensed up, to shoot a new arrow, this time missing his target.

“... I don't play the hero ... he blew trembling. I'm not, I never was... Unlike you. You were the hero of the whole multiverse, the Creator, the Keeper. But you chose to turn your back on everyone for a stupid one-sided love.”

Etsuko trembled, shaken by his words, and his anger was mixed with guilt and sadness that brought tears to his eyes. Yet he did not cry, on the contrary: his negativity gave him even more power, and in a hateful howl he knocked down his tentacles again.

Dream lowered his bow, his eyes exhausted, as if ready to submit to death ... to finally teleport at the last moment, dodging the attack before he sighed:

“... "Deep down... maybe I would have ended up like you, if you hadn't given me the counterexample. Seeing you sink into despair made me want to move on, to tell myself that I didn't want to end up like you.”

He sighed again while closing his eyes, as if to give himself courage, then raised his head, resting his golden gaze on the Corrupt Creator, this Creator who was once his best friend.

The golden glow of his pupils changed, sank, and became darkness.

Nightmare hiccupped with terror, as did Ink and Error ...

And the Dream of the future aimed again at his enemy, materializing at the same time an arrow darker than the darkness itself:

“I am no longer a guardian. I'm no longer a Dream.”

His voice had darkened as much as his gaze, and the icy air finished to petrify the group:

“... I am Yumerai, the vengeful dream.”

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😈 Takashi for "was he/she worth it?"

I ALWAYS WRITE TOO MUCH FOR THESE PROMPTS SO WE’RE GONNA MAKE THIS ONE A TRILOGY AND I HOPE YOU’RE OKAY WITH THAT. IT’S THREE AM AND I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN ABOUT TWO DAYS SO HERE WE GO. PARTS 2 AND 3 WILL BE POSTED SOON IN THE REBLOGS.

UPDATE: PART 2 POSTED HERE

Romeo & Juliet: Mori x reader (part 1/3)

FYI, this is an AU where Mori is not rich or related to Honey. He’s just a normal guy, rather poor, who falls in love with a celebrity’s daughter.Also, I don’t think this first part is very good because it is setting up for parts 2 and 3, which will be good, I promise!

Romeo and Juliet wasn’t just a warning about hasty love or a satiric play about class divisions. It was a story of love conquering all, creating a bond that severs societal expectations and lasts past death. Though often reviled by actors and mocked by shallow-minded literature snobs, you knew it to be a tale of love and sacrifice for the greater good. 

The young lovers were never meant to be happy. They were only pawns that had the unfortunate desire to act out.

You would know, because you’re living it right now. 

When you first laid eyes on Takashi Morinozuka, you knew you were bound to love him. Before you even knew his name, you were drawn to the regal way in which he carried himself, convinced he was of noble birth. But when you looked closer and saw the callouses on his skin and plain clothing, you could tell he wasn’t.

You felt your heart shatter over a future that could never be before it had even begun. 

And yet, you couldn’t help yourself.

It is fitting that you met in a pet shelter. It was the only place you could be yourself, because animals don’t ask for selfies or autographs, and it was the only place that Takashi wasn’t met with fear. Dogs can see everything humans can’t. When others saw a tall, brutish-looking teenage boy with a face of stone and hair of tar, the dogs saw a smiling, humble companion. And you–well, you saw the love of your life.

Takashi didn’t see you at first. He was too busy putting a dog back in its kennel after a walk when suddenly you were half-way to him, drawn in by that brooding air. The dog barked and like a trumpet from Heaven, the boy looked at you.

The look he gave you sent chills down your spine. His gray eyes widened, and he made a choking sound, so distracted that he forgot to latch the cage. Out scuttled the pooch, a wiry gray dog, who immediately pounced on you and tackled you to the floor in a giant licking fit.

“Benaya.”

You gasped at the boy’s deep voice, and then again as the dog, this harbringer, stepped on your windpipe in obedience. Benaya pranced back to his handler, a smile on that bearded face, as the boy ran to you in horror.

“Miss, are you alright?”

You fluttered you eyes open to see him crouched beside you, hand resting by your head. Close-up, you could see the worry etched in every gentle line of his face.

“Oh, I’m fine,” you whisper, rubbing the side of your head. You accept his outstretched hand, and when he pulls you to your feet, you see just how big he really is. You were tall for a girl anyways, but you felt so small, so feminine with him. It was a nice feeling to have his hand completely cover yours. And as you met eyes, you felt yourself fall.

Later, Takashi told you he never believed in fate until that moment.

“Is this your dog?” you asked, letting go of his hand and pointing.

The little rascal was sitting on his bed, paws crossed, with a satisfied glint in his eyes. Self-satisfaction reeked from him.

“No,” the boy whispered. “Not yet. I just volunteer here.” Your eyes wandered to his ID card in a lanyard around his neck. “But once I save up the adoption fee, they said I could have him. They gave me some other supplies for him.”

His voice filled with emotion, a spark you hadn’t yet heard in his deadpan tone. As if he understood, Benaya wagged his tail, giving a little “yip” of approval. It was obvious how much they both loved each other.

As you were about to ask him more, you spotted your sister, Etsuko, searching for you. You groaned at your babysitter.

“I have to leave,” you say, grabbing the boy’s attention.

“Will I see you again?” he blurts out.

You smile at the butterflies lining your stomach. Crazy fans always asked that, and you would be alarmed at such sudden desperation, but something was different with him. “Of course. I’ll be back next Saturday.” The back of your neck burns, as if Etsuko is lasering her disapproval into your skin. “Goodbye…?”

“Call me Takashi.” It suited him, long and strong.

“(Y/N) (L/N).”

He blinked, lightly wetting his lips. “Goodbye, Miss (Y/N).”

On the drive home, the situation rolled over in your mind. He was the first person in a while to not gawk or stammer when they realized who you were. It was refreshing to be treated like a normal person for once.

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Weekly shelter visits progressed into biweekly walks in the park that turned into tiny daily after-school adventures with the boy with the hard face. As you spent more time with him, usually petting your favorite teacup chihuahua while watching him wrestle with Benaya in the park, you felt yourself drawn into his mysterious aura. 

He was different than all the boys who had tried to court you before. He was rough and often came back from walks dirty with a smile on his face. He rarely spoke, which was nice. It was a break from all the flattery you endured from hopeless rejects trying to get on your parents’ good sides. And though he did admit he was a fan of your parents’ music–they had redefined the category of modern Japanese classicalism, after all–he never spouted about them. He liked you, he enjoyed your company. He wasn’t using you to get ahead. That was a feeling you rarely got from anyone. 

Takashi lacked the charisma and social standing of any boys in your circle, but he possessed a kind heart and a certain innocence that poor people have, free from any ulterior motives. You had never seen such genuine loyalty before. 

The more time you spent with him, the stronger you felt that connection grow. You felt safest around him. His towering build scared off potential attackers, sure, and you felt comforted when his shadow covered you from nosy paparazzi. But feeling safe and protected wasn’t just about warding off potential thieves. It was about placing your heart in his hands and knowing he wouldn’t crush it. After years of being on your guard against people using you for your fame, you could finally show Takashi this hidden room inside your soul, unlocking your emotions just for him. 

He would always respond the same way: listening to you, drinking in your grievances and excitement. Occasionally he would mutter a “ya” to remind you he’s there, but most often he would pull you onto his lap or against his chest so you could feel him shielding you from the outside. 

He was never greedy with your emotions, always waiting until you were ready to discuss them. Your two worlds were so different, but through hard work on both sides, you two met in the middle and created a little world, a perfect Eden, of your own.

Your dates were low-key. You didn’t even know if they were actual dates or not. All you knew is that you wanted to be with him. Every time you were, you felt something in your heart grab onto him.

Your best day together wasn’t a spontaneous date. You suspected he had been planning something for the past couple of weeks, and when you met together at the secret rendezvous spot,  he held a picnic basket and a bright smile.

Gosh, that smile–you could look at it all day, and often, he’d let you. Most of the time you would just sit together in silence, or you’d meet at a cafe and just stare at him over tea as you read together.

But something was different today. Emotion cracked that strict facade on Takashi’s face as soon as you rounded the corner. He smiled, really smiled, and the light reached into his eyes. Since they were gray as steel, most people thought they were unfeeling, cold, and hard as he was. Moments like these, though, when your presence let the light in, when his pupils would expand, the steel would melt into just a slick, ashy pool, warmed into liquid by your presence.

You knew he would never say it. He never could. He barely spoke about anything, much less about love. But you saw it. You felt it in the strength of his fingers when he took your hand. 

These little touches made all the difference. You two had never done much of anything physical together, besides some hugs when you were upset. Just a few hand brushes here, fixing hair there. Like he knew he was big and wanted to protect you from himself.

That changed, however, when he led you uptown to a little clearing in a park you had never seen before. In the middle of it lay a scattering of dark blue roses with a checkered blanket. An angel fountain piped water into the air, casting a rainbow mirage over the scene. On the outskirts of town, barely any pedestrians, with bright grass and a vibrant sun overhead, he had surprised you with the most romantic moment of your life. 

“Takashi,” you whispered, “did you do this for me?”

“Ya.”

Without warning you jumped into his arms and hugged him. He didn’t even flinch or drop the basket, just held you close with one arm. With your cheek against his neck, you felt his skin heating with a blush. His cologne swept into your nose, odd because he usually never wore cologne, as his natural manly scent was enough to draw you in. But maybe he wanted to make a good impression today. 

“It’s beautiful,” you said, pulling away from him.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

Takashi set you on the ground before taking your hand, pulling you into your own personal garden. You don’t know how this he got this space reserved or privatized. He was intimidating enough, but then he left to come get you. 

You both sat down on the blanket, careful not to crush the scattered roses. As Takashi unpacked the picnic, you dug your fingernail into the threads of the blanket. It was exceptionally well-made, soft as a cloud but thick enough to be a cushion from the grass.

He pulled out two crabs, a pot of mashed potatoes, and a container of garden salad. Your mouth watered as the smell hit your nose, but he looked at you sheepishly.

“I could only get two crabs,” he admitted as he passed you the bigger one. “I’m sorry, I know this probably isn’t what you’re used to.”

You broke one of the legs and immediately dove into the fleshy tissue. “All I need is you here with me,” you reassure him.

The corner of his mouth tips upwards, and you both eat in silence. 

The crab is succulent, the butter coating the back of your teeth as you swallow. This, the blue roses, possibly a reservation fee for the spot…how much money did he spend on you? You knew he did not have that much to begin with, and that he was saving up for Benaya. How did he afford all of this?

You can’t help but look at him. Towering over everyone, his back in perfect, kendo-inspired posture, muscles rippling and peeking out of his button-up shirt. He had the disposition of a king with the humble swagger and good looks of a god.

And his skin–it was darker than everyone else’s. Odd for a Japanese man, and you wondered if it were his genes or just the amount of time he spent outdoors under the sun. But it looked nice. It suited his dark hair and kept him from looking sickly.

Unabashed, you kept staring at him. Shy as he was, only stealing glances at you every so often, you weren’t afraid of being caught. You had been shut in so much growing up, taught to be a silent figurehead for your parents. You needed to be noticed by him.

After the meal, Takashi packed everything up while you fell on your back, content to take a nap. Your eyes searched the clouds lazily; you checked out mentally, grateful for a full stomach and the sun on your face.

There’s some rustling, and you feel your upper half slightly lifted. Opening your eyes fully, you see Takashi lie down beside you, stiffly stretching his arm under your head. He never looked at you, only kept his gaze glued to the sky.

If your ambitious parents taught you anything, it was to go after what you want.

You shifted your body closer to his, curling up to put your head on his shoulder. Immediately you felt him gasp. Were you too direct? It’s only been two months since you’ve met, after all, though it felt like you’ve known each other forever. Were you misreading him?

But then the arm under you slides over to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, and he smiles again. You’ve never seen him smile so much in one day.

Snuggled up together, watching the sky in peaceful silence, you didn’t think this day could get much better. But then Takashi grew restless. 

He sat up half-way, still cradling you under his arm, and gave you your first kiss in a bed of blue roses. 

Finally. 

You sighed against his mouth, pulling his body into yours. You couldn’t even feel the sun or the grass anymore. All you could feel were Takashi’s fingers lightly graze your wrist, and then his full, warm lips pressed so firmly into yours. He arched over you, but you felt safe.

It was the best day of your life.

You had no idea that it would turn into a nightmare when you returned home.

That concludes part 1! Parts 2 and 3 will be posted in the reblogs very soon! Enjoy the fluff because the next parts are just full of pain and angst

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So, You Summoned the Ghosts of Your Ancestors... - TCR Secret Santa 2019

@deadbonessinderhellaton, I was your Secret Santa this year! I decided to go for your prompt “Ghosts are like relatives. Once you let them in, they never leave.” Enjoy, and a very Merry Christmas to you!

Haru didn’t quite burst through the door of the cafe, but she did push it harder than she usually would and was through it before it open all the way. She swiveled her head and spotted Hiromi sitting at a table by the cafe’s fake fireplace, a mug of hot chocolate cradled in her hands. The strawberry blonde looked up as Haru approached and smiled. “Thanks for coming so quickly.”

“You left me a message saying ‘We screwed up’ and asked to meet me here asap,” Haru said, taking off her gloves, scarf and hat as a waitress came over to take her order. He asked for a hot chocolate and a small plate of pastries and then turned back to Hiromi when she left. “What happened?”

“Well, you know Tsuge and I have been clearing out his grandmother’s old house so we can move in after the wedding.” Hiromi played with the sapphire engagement ring on her hand. “We found a old journal in the attic, and flipped through it. It was written by Tsuge’s great-great grandfather, and he was a big paranormal-supernatural nut. Wrote down all these rituals that supposedly let you communicate with the dead.”

Haru didn’t need to hear another word to know exactly where this was going. She rested her elbows on the table and put her head in her hands. “You didn’t…”

“Well, we didn’t think they were really real, and Tsuge thought it’d be funny to try it.”

“You’re best friends with a paranormal investigator and you didn’t think there was a chance it was real?” Haru shot Hiromi a glare, making her curl up a bit and give a weak smile. 

“Well…”

Haru sighed and folded her arms on the table. “What happened?”

“Well, we found one that was supposed to bring up a old homeowner, and figured, ‘you know what, let’s see if we can learn home more history about this place that Grandma didn’t know’. So we grabbed some old playground chalk, drew one of the sigils on the ground, lit some candles…

~

“Is that the right shape?” Tsuge asked, kneeling over the circle and checking the sigil drawn on the inside.

“I think so,” Hiromi said, looking from the book to the shape. IT was mostly straight lines, with a few circles, and had particular instruction on how to draw it. Next to her was a old compass and a motley collection of candles, from from the same trunk as the book and compass, the rest dug out from closets and cabinets in the house. “Do you think it’ll be effected by us using the scented candles?”

“I’m not running out to grab tea lights in this weather.” He pointed out the window, where the snow was flying, not storming, but enough to encourage people to stay indoors unless you had to go out, or were a kid wanting to play. “Besides, it’s not like it will actually do anything.”

“Yeah, guess you’re right.” Hiromi shrugged and picked up the compass, holding it over the center of the circle. She took the two white ritual candles and put them at the north and east-northeast positions, which were the most important for the communication aspect they were looking for. Then they placed a small cinnamon candle at southeast, a large pine candle at south west, and a rose-scented tea light at west-northwest. Then Tsuge struck a match and used it to light a stick of incense, which he then used to light the candles in the same order they had been placed, before blowing it out and placing it in the center of the circle with a stand. He and Hiromi stood on opposite sides of the circle, holding the book in both hands over the center of the circle. Tsuge cleared his throat and started to speak. 

“Mortuus pacificus invocabo. Siquid erit vobis dicerem nobiscum hac nocte nos sacri.” His pronunciation was not too bad, but any Ancient Romans who might have heard it would find his accent horribly thick and-

( “Well, it wasn’t your first mistake, but your biggest is that you never do an incantation without practicing the correct pronunciation until you can be clearly understood. You’re lucky you didn’t summon a demon with that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure…” )

The couple watched in shock as the ritual circles actually began to glow, a blue-white light that started softly, then grew until it almost hurt to look at. Then a breeze started tickling their ankles, flowing into the center of the circle. Streams of light spun with the breeze, creating a vortex over the sigil. Hiromi gasped as it started to rise and grow up, spinning faster and faster and it climbed past their knees, and almost to their waists. Tsuge quickly read the book, and recited the next line of the spell. “Mortuus: venite, et locutus est ad nos, sic fiat semper.”

The vortex stopped growing, but increased in speed, it’s light almost blinding. Then a low note, separate from the whipping wind, started to grow, louder and louder, until it was recognizable as a scream. Another joined it, soft and then louder, then another, and another, until the strident calls was so loud it was hurting their ears. Then, something slingshotted out of the vortex, just missing Tsuge’s nose, then another buzzed Hiromi’s ear, and more flew out around them and the room before impacting the walls and seeming to disappear. The vortex slowly lost power and sank down to the floor, sending out one last whip of wind which blew out the candles before disappearing completely, and the glow dimmed to nothing. 

Hiromi and Tsuge stared at each other for a long moment, before stepping back and letting the book fall to the floor. 

"That was…" Tsuge trailed off, completely flabergasted. 

"It worked. That was an actual spell." Hiromi raised her hands to her face. "Harry is gonna be so mad." ( "You're darn right I'm mad!" ) "She always says this is not something to take lightly."

"Hey now," Tsuge said, coming over and placing his hands on her arms and rubbing them soothingly. "Maybe it's not so bad. Maybe it's Grandpa, and he'll go away once we have a pleasant conversation with him."

Hiromi sighed and was about to speak when a man's voice behind her cut her off. "Kami, what are you wearing!?"

Hiromi and Tsuge turned and saw a figure by the wall. It was a man, maybe in his mid fifties, hair in a topknot and wearing an old fashioned kimono. "This is not a bathhouse, put some clothes on!"

Hiromi looked down at her sweater and jeans that covered her from neck to wrist and ankle, and then Tsuge's t-shirt and jeans (he always ran warmer than her). They were even wearing socks, so you couldn't see their feet. "Um, sorry, but these are perfectly modest clothes for these days. Can I ask your name, honored ancestor?"

"Modest indeed,” the ghost huffed, coming into the room. “I am Kaneda Fujimaro, and these are the lands of my family. We have lived here for over a hundred years, and I now ask what you are doing here?”

“Can’t you see, you old man,” a new voice said, and a woman came through the wall, maybe a few years younger than Fujimaro, holding a cane, and wearing the same style of kimono. “They’re obviously our descendants, or can you not see your jaw on that young man’s face?”

“Of course I can see it, woman, I’m not blind!” 

“Well, you could have fooled me.” The woman floated - actually floated ( “Well of course she did, she’s a ghost!” ) - over to the couple, and reached a hand to touch Tsuge’s face. Tsuge flinched, but turned his head as the woman directed him to, and she gave him a critical eye. 

“Yes, you have my husbands jaw, but these cheekbones… they look just like the Yasui family. And I had hoped Naozane was not fool enough to go through with that betrothal.” She patted his cheek and stepped back.

“Now see here, Etsuko” Fujimaro said, “Yasui Sozui was a fine man, and his son was just like him.”

“A fine thief, you mean,” Etsuko turned, raising her cane a little at her husband. “The whole village knows he only got to rich from those ‘trips’ he took to Edo and yet no one has ever gotten a straight answer as to what he did there.”

“A man’s financials are not the business of other men.”

“They are when your granddaughter will marry into that man’s family!” 

Etsuko and Fujimaro started bickering, and Hiromi and Tsuge glanced at each other, growing more uncomfortable and awkward by the second. The movement in the doorway caught Hiromi’s eye, and she looked to see another ghost, a younger man maybe in his thirties, waving from the doorway. He made a “come here” motion, and with the only other option being to remain next to the old couple until they remembered they had an audience, the young couple quickly did so. 

Once they were in the other room - the younger ghost having moved back to give them room to enter - the ghost breathed a sigh of relief. “I am so sorry you had to deal with my grandparent’s first. They love each other, and the family, but in their old age they constantly got on each other’s nerves. Or at least, I was told by my father, I was only a child when they both died.”

“And who was your father, honorable ancestor?” Tsuge asked. 

“Yasui Taroemon, his father was Yasui Sozui. I am Yasui Norio.” He turned and a woman about his age seemed to just appear at his elbow. “And this is my wife, Kaneda Hisae. We’re your… four times  great-grandparents?”

“Six times,” Hisae said, and when she smiled, Hiromi could see her fiance in it. “Tetsuo told us he’d had a newborn great-grandson the last time we talked. Tsuge, right?”

“Y-Yes, Nashito Tsuge. And this is my fiance, Takanori Hiromi.” He and Hiromi both bowed, and Norio and Hisae bowed back. 

“It is lovely to meet you both,” Norio said. “Though it could have been under better circumstances.”

“I’ll say,” Hiromi said. “You two don’t seem surprised by this.”

“Oh, we’ve done this plenty of times,” Hisae said. “Tsuge’s great grandfather Kentaro loved to talk with us all the time. We had several visits with him, sharing family stories and such. He wrote quite a lot of them down, they should all be in his journals.”

“Mother always wondered about that,” Tsuge said. “She and everyone else assumed he was transcribing for another family, but kept the journals for some reason.”

“Well, you see, when our son Sotan was a baby, we were all here visiting my family when a fire broke out. We were all trapped, but we managed to hand Sotan to his sister and the two managed to escape. Unfortunately, Naoko died from her burns a few days later, and Sotan was adopted by a lovely couple who you know as your ancestors.”

Hiromi suddenly remembered. “Wait, there are four of you here right now, you two, Etsuko and Fijumaro. But I know at least five ghosts were thrown past me from the vortex, and more past Tusge so where are they?”

“Scattered over the neighborhood, probably,” Norio said. “Most of this valley used to belong to either the Yasui or Kaneda families, so they could appear anywhere on the lands. But they’ll all come back here soon, since this is where the summoning happened.” He narrowed his gaze. “Though with how you messed it up, I don’t know the state they’ll be in. The ritual is supposed to only bring back those who were at peace when they died, like Hisae and I, but the different candles might have causes a change to it. They might even be stuck here.”

Hiromi and Tsuge paled at the thought of over a dozen potentially angry ghosts appearing in the house they were going to move into, and the couple looked to each other. 

“Call Haru.” 

“Right.”

~

“...And here we are,” Hiromi said, giving a very strained smile. “Tsuge is trying to hold down the fort with Norio and Hisae, but I don’t know how well that’s going.”

Haru pinched the bridge of her nose between her hands, taking a deep breath. “Okay, this is going to be way too big a job for just me. I need to call in the whole team.”

Hiromi’s eyes widened. “You think it’s that bad?” 

“Ghosts are like relatives, Hiromi. Once you let them in, they never leave. And you have the unfortunate case of them being actual relatives.” Haru drained the last of her hot chocolate and stood, putting her coat back on. “Come on. You’re gonna be the one to explain to Baron why we need to pull Sephie and Louise off the Osaki case.”

Hiromi gulped, and Haru felt a little pity for her best friend, but it was overruled by irritation. This was not how she wanted to spend her winter vacation.

[mikisaya]

5, 6, H, J, your choice of character(s)!

Alright!! I'm gonna talk about Ayaka for this! Under the read more, because I might ramble a little bit!!

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5: what was their wish? why did they make it?

Ayaka's wish was to win a big track meet she had coming up! The meet was really important, though I admittedly haven't quite decided why it was important enough she'd wish for it. Maybe she had some kind of scholarship or other big opportunity riding on it, though I'm not sure if that'd work in this setting.

6: did they have time to think about their wish? how did this influence it?

She only thought it over for a day or so! She certainly could have taken longer if she wanted to, she wasn't in any urgent situation. Taking more time to think on it wouldn't have changed her wish, unless we get into her learning the truth about witches and such! If she had known about witches and soul gems, she would've taken longer to make a decision, but she'd still make a contract. She probably would've wished for something else instead though, like the power to protect her loved ones or to keep people safe.

H: what is the character arc you imagine for your character? what makes you want to write that story for them? 

So! Ayaka's story arc. She unfortunately doesn't get much true development in the story I have brewing in my head, as she's a sort of Kanae/Mel figure. She makes her contract, works solo for a little while. Eventually meets two other girls - Koemi and Mizuki - and teams up! They eventually learn about soul gems, and turning into witches.

Ayaka deals with it surprisingly well! And by suprisingly well I mean she shoves her feelings aside and commits herself to not regret her wish, and to throw herself into fighting. She's not reckless like Sayaka, to the point of getting herself hurt and witching out, but rather... she's simply decided she's going to take out as many witches as she can, in hopes of saving more people than she'll eventually hurt.

She does witch out eventually though, but she's rather... resolved to it. She's accepted her fate at this point, she has no drive to try and change it. (Ayaka's apparent death is then what leads her best friend, Etsuko, to become a magical girl)

As for what makes me want to write the story - I don't really have much reason other than I enjoy creating characters and their stories, and it's a way for me to express my emotions through a different lens!

J: when your character is at their lowest (without turning into a witch), what does that look like? how do they behave? what kinds of things would push them towards a breakdown?

Ooh, Ayaka is a very solitary person when she's upset. She draws away from everyone, tells them she's okay. She refuses help, convinced she doesn't deserve it. Ayaka's the kind of girl who would make herself stop crying to comfort a friend, and pretend she was never upset herself.

For what would push her towards a breakdown, probably.... feeling like she's not needed, not important. Feeling like she does something important, that she makes a difference, is the main thing keeping her fighting.

[mythiica]

IkeSenNet OC Event (1)

IM LATE but its still today so im good

i made moodboards and i have more info for my children

for those of you who don’t know, i have 2 ocs in the ikesen universe: Asa and Jiwoo! 

I know I’ve already introduced them both, but they have evolved since I’ve shared information about them! (I’ll leave up the old posts, but will remove them from my masterlist)  ((minor tw for mention of self harm in asa’s bio))

Birth name: Ana Minodora Roşu*

Goes by: Asa Vermillion (roşu means red in Romanian)

Star sign: Virgo

Physical

Age (when blipped back): 23

Height: 5ft 5

Body shape: Endomorph (thICc, hour-glass)

Eye color: Hazel green (left), brown (right)

Skin tone: Pale child

Hair: Platinum blonde, wears loose (above her shoulders) or will tie back, has bangs

Scars: under lip from when she fell off of a swing, self harm scars on her chest and right arm

History

Asa (born Ana, changed upon moving to Japan) Vermillion was born in Romania in  and emigrated to the States while she was a few months old. It was always hard for her to adjust as Asa was often excluded from groups. She had a lonely childhood and struggled with body image in middle school and high school. Her relationship with her parents is tight, and was verbally/emotionally abused until she left for college. 

Despite leaving her self harm habits behind, Asa still had a hard time fitting in and finding her place. When she had the opportunity to travel to Japan, she jumped at the offer to see new things. 

In Japan, Asa met Jiwoo and made friends at the laboratory she interned in – she fell in love with the country and her work there, so after college, she accepted an internship with the company. 

Education: Completed college at Princeton, now working in Japan to further explore her love for chemical physics

Things that haunt her

~ Death/dying – is prone to overthinking about the world (string theory, subatomic particles, big bang, existence itself, etc) and results in panic attacks 

~ Her ex-girlfriend – was in a bad state of mind when they got together and let herself get walked on. Only recently left the relationship and is worried that her ex will stalk her

~ Not being good enough – Asa is a people pleaser and will try to show off a bit to look good/appreciated. Simply a conditioned response to living with her parents, but is easily influenced by what other people think of her. 

Things she’d never tell a soul

~ Continues to beat herself up mentally and only lets up after going to Sengoku (has other things to focus on)

~ Stole a toy from a girl in daycare one time and felt so guilty about it that she got the girl a new set 

~ Likes to fantasize about being skinny / beautiful like a model 

Personality

~ Outwardly shy to new people, easily trusting, opens up to friends and can be very bubbly, likes to make jokes, is easy to talk to, not good at comforting / would rather give advice, hates lying

~ Can be very stubborn, lingers on things more than she should, hates being wrong, puts off things / procrastinates

Likes and dislikes

Favourite colour: anything pastel

Favourite food: donuts, dumplings

Least favourite: brussel sprouts, raw fish, yogurt

Spicy food: No she is weak

Favourite smell: Citrus, cinnamon

Hopes for the future

Pre-Sengoku, Asa wants to accomplish something major – write a book or find a major discovery in the science field – anything that would solidify her name so that she is remembered. It is a silly thing, but she wants to be celebrated or to at least get back at her parents with her accomplishments. 

Post-Sengoku, Asa still wants to write and discover more, but she also wants to have a family (husband(s) and children). She loves the idea of having good friends and family, but is shy to suggest it. 

Relationships

Parents: Crina Vermillion (mother), Mihai Vermillion (father)

Siblings: None

Children: Etsuko Vermillion*, Ruxandra (Roxie) Tokugawa, Kokuro (Koku) Tokugawa, Luca Vermillion*

Current Partner(s): Kennyo, Ieyasu Tokugawa

Friends: Jiwoo Shin, Sonya Tsvetayeva ( @caitea-ward​‘s oc), Kaida Gates ( @mexicancarolina​‘s oc), Ieyasu, Shingen, Mitsunari 

Pet: cat named Michi

Unrequited love: well it was ieyasu but then i made it a poly :)

Enemies: none (at the moment)

*Asa x Kennyo children take Asa’s last name

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Birth name: Jiwoo Shin

Goes by: Jiwoo Shin

Meaning of name: jiwoo has a lot of meanings will/purpose + universe 

Star sign: Gemeni

Physical

Age (when blipped back): 24

Height: 5ft 5

Body shape: Ectomorph (hourglass, skinny, doesnt have much assets-wise)

Eye color: Amber

Skin tone: In between pale and tan

Hair: long black hair, usually wears it down

Scars: one on her foot from stepping on coral as a child, (post Sengoku) is sliced across the collarbone 

History

Jiwoo is born to a rich Korean family – basically think Crazy Rich Asians. She is thrown into the spotlight at a young age and her parents use her to gain public attention because she is a very cute toddler. Because of the age gap between her brothers and her, they pay little attention to Jiwoo. However, she receives a good education. Jiwoo starts to slip in high school though, and claims that she can do whatever she wants with her parents’ help. 

They do not approve of her love for fashion, makeup, and filming, so they send her to Japan to try an internship (where she meets Asa. She also falls in love with the country and culture, drawing inspiration from the sights to influence what she wants to do with her life. Jiwoo decides to do fashion and modeling on the side and to pursue a hotel license. 

Education: Completed highschool and is planning on returning to college

Things that haunt her

~ Her brothers’ girlfriends would comment rude things about her, hurting her image and making her question how she looks

~ Post Sengoku: teasing Sonya too much – she realizes that she is just as catty as the rest of her extended family and hates that

Things she’d never tell a soul

~ Isn’t a virgin anymore ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

~ Secretly is jealous of Asa because of how smart she is. Jiwoo will never understand science or math the way Asa does

~ Splurges on clothes and has maxed out her cards before 

Personality

~ Quite extroverted, likes to overshare (but has good intentions), will protect her friends fiercely, sexual innuendos queen

~ Is quick to judge people, can be catty, has the tendency to over-tease and upset people, might give unwanted advice

Likes and dislikes

Favourite colour: any shade of pink

Favourite food: alcoholic things

Least favourite: kale 

Spicy food: YES

Favourite smell: Blossom

Hopes for the future

Pre-Sengoku, Jiwoo is still a bit unsure what she wants. She wishes to help her cousin in running a upscale hotel chain in Korea, but also wants to pursue fashion and film.

Post-Sengoku, ... well she comes back pregnant so.... She wants to raise her children right and give them the best life possible. Deep down, she’d do anything for them, even if it means sacrificing her own dreams. 

Relationships

Parents: Mi-Cha Shin (mother), Jiae Vermillion (father)

Siblings: Jihyun Shin (32), Jinsol Shin (29)

Children: Jihwan Mori, Jihun Mori

Current Partner(s): Motonari Mori

Friends: Asa Vermillsion, Sonya Tsvetayeva ( @caitea-ward​‘s oc), Kaida Gates ( @mexicancarolina​‘s oc), Kenshin, Shingen, Mitsuhide

Pet: (gifted by Motonari) two drawf Japanese flying squirrels named Bomi and Hae

Unrequited love: Kenshin

Enemies: hopefully not you

*Jiwoo keeps her maiden name after marrying Motonari

[soaringlanddormitory]

“Why the fuck does she still care?”

Okay I left this drawing on the drafts for the perfect moment jkgdfbg Anyway !! Let’s talk about these two!!

So you see, about Naoki- He’s like the number one feared in Totsuki. He’s a delinquent kind of guy in school [And Shiki and Yuriko follow him, they’re like also fellow delinquents in school]- but he just does business stuff when outside of school or when he finds something that can benefit Totsuki.

Well, Naoki isn’t the best kind of delinquent. Yuriko does it for fun and to get attention, but she never harms anyone unless Naoki asks her too and then Shiki... well, he isn’t necessarily bad, he just follows Naoki or Yuriko. However their “leader” does some shit like threat students and makes them expelled- depending on his mood.

While Chiharu was almost expelled once, she never really brings up the topic. But surprise! It wasn’t caused by Naoki! She was failing some classes because she had a lot of problems with herself getting so nervous with pressure and- let me say no one but her friends fix this up. 

Like literally, her fans mostly like her just for her looks, and it doesn’t help that they leave out compliments for her cooking. She feels constantly pressured when people cheer her on and telling her she could win or pass if it’s around A LOT of people, especially unfamiliar voices. 

So at one point where she had to have a Shokugeki, she was almost breaking down because all of the cheering because what if she failed them? Haruki began telling them to all shut up because he wants to like... make them know she can’t handle it when she hears people who she’s not that close to cheer her on //because unfamiliar voices who never tried getting close to her, just be near to her to see her face// make her feel more pressured to the fact it didn’t make her feel their support.

She feels like as if they’re just wishing for her to stay to have someone to look at, not because they want her to grow up as a successful chef. 

Haruki gets really pissed off because no one follows him and suddenly someone grabs the microphone from Rutna [who’s the emcee] and just screams everyone “Shut the fuck up. Let the chefs fucking focus, Jesus Christ. You’re all fucking animals.” but the main reason for that was because it was much too noisy [Chiharu has a lot of fans, so does Rutna... so imagine the //noise//] and shoves the microphone back to Rutna who went “Oh thanks Eizan”

So yeah since a good majority FEARS Naoki, everyone became quiet and it allowed Chiharu to calm down and she was able to become victorious at the end!! So at the end of the match, she actually personally thanked him and he just shrugged and walked off because he didn’t do it for her, he just... thought it was annoying.

But after that whole scenario, Chiharu tried to get his attention a lot so she can like... give him a gift which she personally bought for him and Naoki gets to receive it later on since he finally got to notice her. At first he was annoyed, but now he has to actually praise her for being that dedicated- even if he showed a lot of disinterest. 

But yeah he began having the thinking of “Why the fuck does she care?” and when he comes home, he opens up the gift and tada! It’s the piercings he constantly wears now [as you can see, he’s not wearing anything yet... he wears glasses on the first year of high school]! So on the first year, he’s found with several piercings and glasses and he loves the delinquent vibe it gives.

On the other hand, Chiharu on the middle of her third year in middle school, gets an unknown present which is her ribbon and up to this day, she still doesn’t know who gave it. [Haruki promises to like face off her secret admirer]! 

Even if Chiharu already gave the gift to him, she still tries to talk with him and he even questioned her

“Why the fuck do you not fear me? You shouldn’t care about the top-most feared student of Totsuki.”

“...I don’t think I should... Even if you didn’t mean it, you helped me during that time... Even if people think you’re scary, you’re still human. Yeah, people do think you’re bad- but I think people should still care about you- If that makes sense- Oh god, I’m sorry-”

And from then he actually softens up a bit but he doesn’t reveal that. But trust me, knowing that someone cares for him and thinks of him that way made him... feel happy? So yeah, Naoki like pauses for a while before leaving but it’s just him trying to hide every positive feeling he has

When Chiharu is finally in high school, they actually get to talk more constantly but somehow no one ever spotted them?? Probably except Tamotsu and Etsuko because that’s the stalking duo but kjgkdfg

Yes! That’s their relationship! I hope you like it!

[digitalmadness]

◤❀Cнαrαcтer'ѕ Sтυdy: ✿◢

Members of the Oracle (Xiuying's hostess club):

➤ Isamu: The manager who runs Oracle. Regardless if Xiuying is present or not, you will find him doing his job. Even making rounds to ensure every booth with a hostess and a customer is alright or going in the back to make sure that the girls are okay. He doesn't mind being one of the few guys who works there. In fact, Isamu loves his job. Not only because it's a good job he managed to have found after going through multiple jobs, but this job as a manager allowed him to be who he is. Expressed the person he hidden for a while to fit in other places.

He may seem a bit stoic and cold, but truly, he is a sweetheart. He is a bit awkward around new people. Around the employees of Oracle and the regulars, Isamu is a chatty man, who adores talking about fun facts not many know as well as subjects that interest him.

Cute HC to know? Isamu is the test subject for the girls to do a complete make-over. He is perfect for the job since most shades and colors of make-up - regardless of what it is (lipstick, eyeshadow, etc) - goes with him nearly perfectly. He never wears the make-up beyond the dressing rooms.

Isamu may not be this muscular man, but he sure knows how to put up a fight. He knows how to break up a fight and defend any girls who are in need of help.

➤ Liena: Liena may not be a hostess, but she is a mentor to any that works for Oracle. In meaning, a hostesses - new or old - are put under her care. While Xiuying knows her stuff, Liena is the one that knows every trick in the book. She will eventually know how a woman will work under her and gives tips and pointers that will aid the new hostess. From appearance-wise (making the hostess looking cute or sexy or alluring based on how she looks) to how they should act. If a hostess wanted to try something different, Liena is there to help out, though she knows what she is doing. A little twist Xiuying had decided to put in for her own hostess club.

If she's not busy training new hostesses Oracle has employed, she may act as the second manager.

Despite her age, Liena looks beautiful. Everything about her cones off as wealthy, though she was never wealthy to begin with. Her gaze may be sharp like a bird watching, but it does draw people in.

➤ Etsuko: The number one girl at Oracle. Rightfully so too. With an award-winning smile that radiates warmth and makes others feel happy, she knows how to pull men in. Her cheery and bubbly self knows no end. Her warmth is contagious, making others feel at home. Even outside of being a hostess, she is a bubbly person. The difference between being on duty and off of it us that she is more talkative with her customers. She knows how to make conversation and bring out her customers in talking as well as getting them to stay more and get more alcohol. Outside of her job as a hostess, she's a bit on the awkward side and tends to be shy. Etsuko isn't sure how to carry a conversation and will end up cutting herself midway, leaving people to guess what she's trying to say or encourage her to finish off what she is meant to say.

➤ Maria: While she may be mixed in terms of ethnicity - being blasian - she has earned her spot as being the number two girl at Oracle. Sure, her loudness (loud voice, loud personality, loud laughter) can overwhelm others, but in the end, much like Etsuko, it is contagious and make people feel almost homey. She knows how to charm her way around. Her knowledge of drinks - where they cane from, how they were made, and what can go well with it - as well as food makes people go wild. The other hostesses and customers alike. Not only with drinks and meals, but also other subjects she has a lot of knowledge on. Make-up, outfits, the best places to go, how to treat a hang-over, what's the best things to help your physical health, etc.

➤ Yuming: Yuming is the youngest hostess to come into Oracle as well as the newest. Being only twenty years old, she has a cute charm to her that draws customers in. An adorable face with a shy smile, she knows how to keep customers go head over heels for her. Sure, she does mess up a lot, though to customers, it's part of her charm. Such as mixing up drinks or unsure how to carry a conversation.

[etsuko-quest]

1-20 wynaut

[I’m just gonna skip the phone related ones, okay? My desktop background is an image I commissioned someone to draw for me. The last thing I drew was this Etsuko sketch from before. The folders I have in my computer is for organizing pictures and drawings. The last tab I had open was to listen to music, because I like music. I’m running at 5 programs, I’m not even using some of these programs... I usually browse on my laptop as it’s so much easier to use than a phone. I always have at minimum 4 tabs open, one for music, one for tumblr, one for tv tropes since I’m addicted, and one blank because reasons. I don’t have a lot of apps because I’m sensible in that way. Last thing I watched was One Punch Man, because one punch. Last thing I read was a book about the periodic table of elements, very informative, but most of it won’t actually matter in my life. my bookmarks bar has a lot of stuff for school, also a mark for the yetube. I have a bunch of random stuff I won’t throw away, a bookshelf full of books I don’t read, with some various toys and plushies I want to keep. I’m wearing clothes, that make me feel comfortable, and are primarily black. I’m at my desk, which is rather small. Right now it’s almost 9:30, time to take a bath? I think not. My day was adequate, played a mexican card game with my dad. There, I did most of them, happy?]

[sparklylightus]

double OC post because I forgot to draw yesterday lmao

#4 - D stands for David Dürr! Boy | 13 yo | Theme

okay so this OC has a weird origin story, I made him 2016 with the intent to make a love interest to one of my ocs and he actually got a personality with time lol (also his drawing looks a lil bit weird I’m sorry my son, might put an acutal good drawing of him under the cut)

David, son of one of the (minor) antagonists from his story, he was supposted to be a spy on the ‘good side’ but then he chose to rebel against his father and actually joined them. He likes cooking, musicals, video games, music from the 80′s and programming. Actually pretty shy when you first meet him but don’t start talking to him about one of the thing he likes if you don’t want a long convo.

#5 - E stands for Etsuko! |Girl | 15yo | Theme

She looks a lil of an asshole in the pic but I swear she’s better than that

Etsuko is a... energetic person, I’d say. She tries hard to learn how to cook but fails miserably everytime, poor girl. Orphaned at a very young age, she was raised along her parents’ friends and their kids, which she grew up very close to. Had a weeb phase in the past, and everyone knows, but she refuses to talk about it.

Here’s an acutal good draiwng of David, if anyone is interested.

[gray-morality]

Goodbye Ul’dah 2017.10.12

"Find him!" Growled the Lalafell as he issued orders to his squadron. With firm determination, the Brass Blade soldiers scattered to comb every nooks and crannies of Ul'dah. The sun was setting, sending long shadows in every corners, which only made their task harder. Lamps were lit to bring a bit of light to the darkness but it might already be too late. From shadow to shadow, a Black Snake slithered. He had to leave this night, as he’d recently lost the protection of the roof he’d been living under. Burnt to ashes, only a mere charred skeleton of what the small estate had once been. Again, he cursed the hand that had a part in this. But his own survival wasn’t the only thing at stake; his father was missing and he had no doubt who had taken him. Thus he ran, using every hidden routes he knew about. Ul’dah had no secrets for him anymore. All the way to the residential district of the Goblet, to his friend’s house, if only to retrieve Kaida and Gin. “I’m sorry I can’t stay Yuu.” He’d told his friend. “But I don’t want to bring misfortune on you. You’ve already helped me far more than anyone should, for a criminal like myself. Stay safe, and look over Etsuko and Lya. And thank you for everything.” And he was gone, saddling his drake, with the baby raptor tucked into a bag, with his little head poking out. He managed to leave the Goblet before the guards began their search there and aimed for Southern Thanalan. He only stopped when he reached the allied Amal’jaa camp, with whom he had very good standing for helping their cause quite frequently. Being offered shelter, he had time to “draw’ a message for Veicette. A black snake with an arrow pointing toward what could loosely be an Amal’jaa warrior. His skills at drawing were not good, but she would understand. Once reunited, it would be time to move again. This time, his homeland was calling.

***

His lower lip was swollen and cracked, dried blood stuck to his chin. Yet the old man sat quietly in his little cell, devoid of any commodities - no chair nor bed - just the cold hard floor. Sun Hyeon wasn’t sure where he was, as he’d been knocked unconscious to be brought there. The air was dry and somewhat cool, though there was the hint of heat - he was still in Thanalan. No window to bring light in the confine of his prison, though with time his eyes adjusted to the shadows. It seems more like a cellar of sort than a real cell, if the trap door above his head was any indication. The wood would sometime creaks under the footsteps of those walking above. Loud voices and shouting, crude laughing. Days passed by and he was thrown some stale bread and a skin of water once in a while. With no place to stretch and actually stand up straight, his back was beginning to ache but never once did he complained. It was only after what seemed an eternity that he heard a familiar voice bark orders and the trap door was promptly open. Two pairs of hands grabbed him to toss him on the floor above. Ichiro was looking down at the old man with an extremely pissed expression. “Yet again, my prey eludes me. I was sure he’d do something reckless, try to find you at all cost and thus make a fatal mistake. But this past week, nothing! He was briefly spotted in the city to buy medical supplies but then my trackers lost him. Now you must be wondering, ‘why the hell is he telling me that” and I’ll be happy to oblige - I’M FUCKING PISSED!”  Ichiro lost his temper on the old man, kicking him in the sides like an annoying stray dog. It took some time for Sun Hyeon to push himself to a sitting position again but, when he did, looked up to lock his gaze with Ichiro’s. “And what fault of mine is that?” He asked defiantly. “None whatsoever. But you’re here and I need someone to vent my rage on.” Ichiro remarked with a cruel gin. “In any case, we’ll probably receive our new orders soon. In the meantime, you and I are going to have a nice chat. I haven’t seen my ‘beloved’ Yarichin in quite some time but you’ve spent the last few years with him. So you’re going to tell me alllll about him. Especially what makes him tick...”

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Introduction of Character Name: Hina ( hee-nah ) Izumi ( ee-su-mee ) Age: Physical ; 24 || Living age ; 66 ( Pretty young compared to others, I know. This might be changed is issues arise. ) Gender: Female Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual ( straight ) Alias(es): Hina doesn’t often tell anyone who isn’t a Soul Reaper her name, but when she does, she uses her last name. ( Izumi ) Date of Birth: Mid winter ( 01.14 ) Date of Death: When she was an everyday human in the human world, she was killed on her 24th birthday when she saw her first hollow. It was about to devour her due to her high spirit energy, but when a soul reaper ( un-named ) cut off the hollow’s arm, she died as the arm hit the ground from the impact. Astrological/Zodiac Sign: Western ; Capricorn Species: Spirit Blood Type: O- Affiliation(s)/Organization(s): Thirteen Court Guard Squads Occupation: Soul Reaper. Squad: Squad 8 ( all female squad ) Seat: 4th Seat ( mostly just takes orders from Lisa or Shunsui

The Character’s Appearance General Appearance: Hina is a petite female with a bit of curve to her ( which is one of the reasons her captain liked her so much ). Hina has long, wavy, full blonde hair that reaches her waistline, often kept in a tight ponytail. Her face is diamond shaped, and her skin is more of a pale porcelain shade. Her eyes are deep set and a very pale green ; eyelashes are thick but nottoo long, eyebrows being a slight arch shape. Her ears are small, nose having a low bridged nose. Her over all body is hourglassed , wider hips and ribs giving her her shape along with muscle. Height: 5'7 Weight: 140 Handedness: Right. Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars: She has a tattoo of the words “Toughness is in the mind” ( 強靭さは心にある ) going down her spine.

Jewelry/Accessories: She doesn’t enjoy wearing jewelry much, but she does wear small black studs in her ears.

About the Character Personality: Hina Izumi is a very shelled person. She acts tough and is often very sarcastic and rude, but in reality, Hina is very caring, loving, and loyal. She can easily by made mad just by ignorance or bugging her for something ; she can also be made very jealous if she’s close with someone or is fond of someone. She is impatient, and want’s something done as soon as possible. Although she is a tough one, bringing up her family ( which were all killed by hollows due to their spirit energy ) can easily break her down and make her fail in combat.

Hobbies/Interests: Sketching, boxing ( w/ her bag or with a person ) Phobias/Fears: Letting the Soul Society down, dying, and insects. Habits: Hina often bites at her nails, which is why they are usually short. She also has a habit of pulling at her hair if angry or worried. ( Note this if you want to know how she is feeling in certain situations. ) Mannerisms: She keeps her voice calm ( or at least tries to ) and speaks at an average speed. If she is heavily worried or scared, though, she will stutter and lose track of her words. Skills/Talents: Hand to hand combat, sketching/drawing, drinking ( if that is considered a skill ) Morality/Ethics: Be loyal, seek justice, and respect yourself first.

The Character’s Relationship With Others Reputation: She has a quite high reputation in the Soul Society, mostly for her good combat. Love Interest(s): OPEN Friend(s):

World of the Living: Her friends were mostly in the college she was attending to to be a artist when she was alive, but she wasn’t too close to any of them due to the depression from the loss of her family. Soul Society: Her captain, Shunsui, has always been easy to talk to, and she considers him as one of her friends. She is also talkative with Nanao, Rangiku, Shuhei, and Urahara.

The Character’s Abilities Fighting Style: Hina much frefers hand to hand combat, although if it’s a serious battle, she will use her blade. Zanpakutō: Okimoto. Zanpakutō Spirit: Okimoto is a very tall ( 7'3 ) and lanky male. His hair is a gray color and is slightly curly, reaching his shoulders. Okimoto’s eyes are a deep brown, almost black. His skin is relatively tan. Okimoto is a respectful and kind spirit, unlike the outer shell of the Shinigami he is with.

Zanpakutō Appearance(s):

Sealed: A silver handled and black woven gripped katana, double sided and being about three feet long. Shikai: The blade becomes much longer and sharper, stretching to extreme lengths to get a hit on the victim, before quickly retracting. Bankai:  —–

Preferred Weapon(s): (List your character’s preferred weapon(s).) (On a scale of 1-10; 1 being terrible and 10 being the best) Knowledge: 8/10 Conceptualization Power: 8/10 Motivation: 6/10 Will to Act: 7/10 Agility: 9/10 Spiritual Power: 8/10 Swordsmanship: 7/10 Hand-to-Hand Combat: 9/10 Long Range Accuracy: 6/10 ( w/ Shikai ) Offense: 7/10 Defense: 4/10

The Character’s Familial/Biographical Information Family: Momoko Izumi ; mother ; deceased || Akaza Izumi ; father ; deceased || Etsuko ; younger sister l deceased || Geito ; older brother ; deceased.

Familial Background: Everyone in her home family had a high spirit energy, most of her past family being mediums. Though, her home family were blacksmiths, and didn’t keep their jobs as mediums. Even though they did this, it didn’t help their high energy, and while at college, her family was killed and devoured by hollows.

Simple Character Background: Hina was a very happy girl before her families death. She attended college every day and always made drawings or pottery for her mother back home. Upon returning home one day, she saw her family was gone, and she knew what from ( since she was able to see hollows since an early age). This caused her to become very distant and depressed, even causing her to stop attending many of her art classes at college.

One day coming home to what was left of her home, which was mostly a few rooms with the rest torn down from destruction, a hollow smelled her and went after her. She wasn’t fast enough, and was caught. Although, before being devoured, an unknown soul reaper cut the hollows arm clean off. The arm fell, and Hina died upon impact to the ground. She was unable to see who the person was that sent her to the soul society, but once there, she was personally chosen and trained by the leader of Squad 8, joining it later on. Since then she has been a mostly shelled person, friendly with few and rude to most.