#i sound like a windchime when i wear this thing

[beepofsleeplessdreams]

Projmoon ita bag wip! I'm short a few Briah charms, and a nothing there that's on it's way here. Outside of that, I'll be happy, save for some of the official Ruina pins that're going to be my personal white whales for months to come. This made for a very fun project with my bf.

I'm not sure if it's good or bad form to @ the people who made some of the stuff you got in these kinds of posts (<- old man) but it felt wrong not to.

@chikos-workshop

@wysteribun (thanks for the help with the @ Chiko!!)

@teamiibo

@ruffleroses (on Etsy)

the last one is @ cyropop on Twitter (there's a tumblr with that @ but I can't tell if it's the same person??)

[mommopurinn]

"The rain of topaz", Akira and Shoutarou's after story

On the day when Akira and Shoutaro had arranged to go swimming in the sea, the city was suddenly submerged underwater after a heavy rain… This is a sweet early summer story.

I feel like summers used to be hotter in my childhood.

But today’s heat and humidity were still enough to have me wake up and turn on a fan, thinking that it was a close call.

If I continued to sleep like that, I probably would have turned into a desiccated mummy.

I opened the window to try and get the stagnant hot air out.

The sound of a windchime rang from afar, soothing my heart.

Every person spends the summer in their own way.

Akira-kun said that in his childhood, he used to eat the cheapest ice cream from the sweets shop in the morning.

Then he would laze around, watching the shadows grow long as the day went by.

And when the heat was getting unbearable, he would run off to swim in the sea.

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……The sea.

The sea, you say.

Speaking of that…

 

“I’ve never been to the sea before.”

  

Akira-kun’s hand with chopsticks stopped on the way to his mouth, and his eyes started to sparkle.

And then a deafening shout shook the room.

“Let’s go to the sea then!!!”

Apparently, there’s something about it that makes the heat melt away.

And so, this is how we reach this point of the story.

   

The rain of topaz

   

When I opened my eyes, I saw Akira-kun’s face in front of me.

His lips moved; probably he was dreaming about something fun or tasty.

Instead of a pillow, he had a giant floatie.

Instead of pyjamas, he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

And instead of pants, he was wearing swimming trunks…

I did tell him to not do that, but maybe sleeping like this helped him to ward off nightmares.

We had planned to go to the beach today.

But it was still long before dawn, and the streetlights cast a shadow on the room through the curtain of rain.

I turned over in my futon and looked out the window.

I wondered why did I wake up at such an hour.

Probably it was because of the sound of the rain.

“......”

“Shouuu-chaaan… What’s with ya…”

“The rain is so heavy…”

“It’ll stop by the mornin’...”

Akira-kun went back to his happy dream without opening his eyes.

But I was still looking out the window, thinking.

It felt more like a waterfall than just rain.

And sounded more like a hail of bullets than simple water droplets.

…Will it really clear up?

It’s good that the heat will ease off, but I really did want to go to the sea as much as Akira-kun did.

“Shou-chan.”

“Eh?”

“?”

“...Did ya wet yourself?”

“I feel something wet.”

“Then maybe it’s you?”

Dumbfounded, Akira-kun got up and, with a surprisingly firm hand, lifted the futon.

His lower half was soaking wet.

“Whoaaah!!!”

“Eeeeeh…!”

And my butt was too.

And my back, and the pillow.

The whole room was flooded because of this downpour!

   

We rushed from the bedroom. I immediately jumped to the TV, and Akira-kun to his art supplies.

We grabbed everything that we could see and carried it to the second floor in great haste.

During that time the water level had risen from our ankles to our knees and then to our hips.

We were running up and down the stairs so fast that it felt like both the steps and our legs would break.

The room upstairs was getting smaller and smaller; it even started to feel like the floor was sinking.

But the electric fan was still on the first floor…

Just as I was about to get down, I saw Akira-kun stuck in the middle of the stairway.

“A-a-akira-kun, what is that?!”

“When I opened the fusuma, there was this huge tanuki figurine!”

“Ah, …Eh, but why?! Take more important things!”

“But~”

“Get up quickly! The stairway is narrow, so I can’t get down!”

“Well, it’s quite heavy…”

“......”

…Electric fan.

The electric fan that I had just bought was the only thing on my mind.

This tanuki’s face surely was cute, but to me the electric fan was way more important in the summer.

I grabbed tanuki’s face and kneed it in the stomach.

The impact immediately spread throughout its whole body, and it shattered all around us.

Akira-kun’s hands were grasping the air.

Slipping, I rushed to the first floor.

Water level was still rising.

Electric fan, seal, certificate of payment, winter clothes—at this rate, it would be better to bring this whole dresser up.

“!”

Akira-kun supported me from one side.

It looks like he has finally come to his senses.

From then on, the rescue operation proceeded smoothly.

To think that he was right to sleep in his swimming trunks…

   

This rain didn’t feel like a storm, but like someone left the tap running.

The night quietly went away, taking the rain and our worries with it.

“......”

“......”

“......”

“Good mornin’...”

“G-good morning…”

The morning sun was beaming on us, comically surrounded by all our belongings.

Akira-kun made me wear swimming trunks as well.

But the water level didn’t rise up to the second floor.

He approached the window from where the bright light shone.

I got up as well and stood near the dresser, looking over the landscape.

  

“Is this real…?”

   

It looked like a rural landscape.

Although quite an odd one, overgrown with houses.

In just one night, the rain had submerged the whole city underwater.

The sky still hasn't given up, and it rained here and there.

The peak had already passed, but the water wasn’t moving. Seemed like it wasn’t going to drain for some time. 

“We were plannin’ to go to the sea, but instead the sea came to us, huh.”

“......”

“So, what do we do?”

Dejected, Akira-kun scratched the back of his head with his left hand.

He seemed to gradually regain his composure, but my heart was still beating out of my chest.

“......”

I was thinking about my dad.

“Let’s check how Sparrow Nest is doing.”

But when I stepped on the window sill, Akira-kun tugged on it.

“!”

I put on the floatie so as not to sink.

“Ah~, stop, stop!!”

“I need to go.”

“Calm down!”

“But dad and the others…!”

“Shou-chan, you can’t swim!”

Well, yes, but…

“I have a floatie.”

“Are ya goin’ to flutter kick all the way to there…?”

“......Then what do I do?”

The phone was left on the first floor, so I couldn’t call to ask them if they’re safe.

Things that we brought to the second floor were mostly useless.

Only now I had a painful realisation about just how strong yesterday’s rain was.

“I’ll swim there to check!”

“But it’s dangerous!”

“That’s why I’m tellin’ ya to wait here!”

    

“Shoutarou!”

   

I heard the sound of a motor getting closer.

We looked at each other, surprised that someone had called out my name.

“Dad!!”

A pure white boat moored near the window.

Not even wiping his sweat, dad looked me straight in the eyes.

“Shoutarou!”

“!”

“...Help me…!”

I cast off the floatie and jumped into the boat.

‘Help me’.

I've never heard my dad sound so scared since that day.

Landlady, Sally, please, be safe.

The motorboat raced through the eerie waters, carrying our worried selves.

    

“Oh! Shoutarou-saaan!”

“Yaa~an!”

   

Two of them were waving at us from the roof.

Fortunately, it seemed that the Sparrow Nest had escaped the flooding on the second floor as well.

But probably dad made them sit on the roof just in case.

Seeing them smile, I was finally able to feel life coming back to me.

Dad parked the boat next to the staircase and, with steady steps, went to his room.

Coming near it, he signalled with his eyes for me to follow him.

In the dimly lit room, he was preparing something with his back turned to me.

…Still.

Our old room had fully become dad’s lab for inventions.

Dull light coming from the window shone on an assortment of metal parts.

“‘’’That’ll do.”

“?”

“Shoutarou, look at this.”

Some kind of machine with a propeller was lying near his feet.

It was connected to a tube about as thick as an arm, the other end of which disappeared into the window.

A large piece of vinyl was floating on the vast surface of water. 

“!”

…No doubt, it's an escape boat!

“Press this button, please.”

“Okay…!”

I did as I was told, and the propeller started spinning, pumping the air.

Immediately, a tornado started in the room.

The furious roar of the motor sounded like thunder.

Paper, screws, and other things were swirling in the air around me, but still I pushed myself to keep pressing the button.

And, slowly, vinyl started rising.

“Sorry, Shoutarou, I made a machine that only you can operate yet again.”

“Oh, okay!”

“It has become a habit of mine.”

“Don’t worry! It’s fine now, right?”

“Thank you.”

“...What is this?”

“A vinyl raft.”

?

“You can go to the shelter on it.”

“......”

“You will go, right?!”

The airway seemed to be clogged. And right at the moment when I thought that vinyl was going to break…

A giant swan head rose up.

“Thank you.”

“Sure…! But… what is that?!”

“A giant floatie.”

“Didn't you want us to go to the shelter…?!”

“Stop the fan, please.”

Rushedly, I let go of the button.

The sound melted gently into the room, and cicadas’ voices whispered through the silence.

“......”

“D-dad…?”

I watched the swan grow till the end.

And then.

“!”

Someone ran above the ceiling from west to east.

A white skirt fluttered in the wind lightly, obscuring my view for a second.

Landlady landed on the swan's wide back and turned around to look at us, smiling and faintly blushing.

“This is amazing, Tetsurou-san!”

“...?!”

“Sally-san, you come too!”

“Yan’ya…”

“It’s fine! I’m here!”

Sally-san shrank back, kicked herself off the roof with both feet, and jumped into the landlady's arms.

The swan leaned heavily for a moment, but after it gently wrapped itself around the two of them.

Vibrant laughter gently floated across the water.

I was shocked by how content my dad looked.

   

Town speakers had begun to function.

   

>>Announcement for the people of the Setagaya district.<<

   

A beach ball went high up into the sky somewhere.

  

>>Flooding damage has been reported due to localised heavy rain.<<

   

I heard children’s laughter.

    

>>Please, take caution and begin the evacuation from the area…<<

  

“Kyoko-san.”

“Yes?”

“Do you want some shaved ice?”

“Oh, I’d like some with strawberry flavour.”

    

I should have noticed the shaved ice machine on the window sill.

“Shoutarou, which flavour do you…”

By the time my dad turned around to look at me, I was already in the motorboat.

  

No one hears the sirens.

Cicadas still cry, as if nothing happened.

It’s as if the city is leisurely and peacefully enjoying this flood.

   

When I came back home, Akira-kun held a worried expression on his face.

The first thing he did was lean forward from the window and check if nothing happened to me.

“Are Landlady and others okay?!”

“Yes.”

“Did something happen?!”

“No.”

“As if I’d believe that!”

So it is natural for people to be worried. It’s natural, right…?

If someone looks up at you with an expression like that and asks for help.

“I’ll go with ya now!”

“Everyone’s eating shaved ice.”

“Haaa…?”

“There's nothing to be worried about”

“......Ya serious?”

“I am.”

“Er…”

“I am serious.”

“Well, if ya say so then… I’m relieved!”

“Yeah…”

“......”

“......”

So that means…

   

“We can go to the sea then?!”

“Yes. Let’s go to the sea.”

   

Akira-kun put his sunglasses on and grabbed a floatie with one hand.

In less than a second, he changed his clothes and jumped to the boat from the window.

He looked at me with his usual refreshing smile.

Sirens kept repeating the announcement.

But we were just as careless as everyone else.

I slowly started the motor.

   

Then we headed to Soshigaya station, but because of the flood, trains weren’t coming.

“Water’ll probably go down if we go to Seijo.”

“Yeah.”

And so, we boarded the Odakyu line and headed to Shonan.

   

…After all that.

Having calmed down, I started noticing different things about the surrounding landscape.

The Sengawa river had overflowed, and different fish were swimming here and there.

They didn’t seem to be perplexed by the sudden expansion of their world and carried themselves as if they were regular residents of Soshigaya.

But the most curious thing was that both the sky and the water were coloured amber.

“It’s so pretty.”

“It looks like piss.”

It was as if topaz gemstones were dissolved in them.

I touched the water surface, and small white waves spread from my fingers.

Then I raised my hand, closely looked at my index finger, and licked its tip.

“I-it’s sweet.”

“W–w-what’re ya doin’, it’s dirty!”

“It’s just sugared water.”

The smell of cotton candy, usually reserved for temple festivals, drifted through the streets of the city.

Probably it was one of the reasons why everyone was in high spirits.

Nostalgia brought back childhood memories.

I looked up at the sky once again.

“How strange.”

“Yeah…”

Akira-kun folded his arms and spoke in an unnatural and forced voice.

“Akira-kun, I was thinking that…”

  

“Shou-chan!”

   

We were interrupted by a lively voice.

An elegant row boat floated under the sunlight shining through the trees by the side of the road.

Kobayashi-kun was nonchalantly approaching us.

He sat in his dark brown boat almost as if he were straddling a horse. 

Opposite him was Tadashi-kun.

“Good morning, Kobayashi-kun.”

“Oh, good morning! Quite an interesting landscape, don’t you think?”

“How is that rundown house of yours holding?”

After city renovation, mostly rich people lived in Seijo.

So you could even take the submerged landscape for Venice.

“Oi.”

“Everything’s fine. Only the first floor was submerged.”

“Oh, is that so? Well, if you’re having any troubles, you can stay at our place. We have an empty room.”

“Oi!”

“Thank you. That aside, where are you going?””

“We’re just sightseeing. Tadashi asked me.”

“This is Kobayashi from SRB!!! What do you think about this rain?!!”

“!”

“Kagome-san, I would like to ask your opinion on this unusual phenomenon caused by an unbelievable formation of cumulonimbus clouds-”

“W-well, untill next time, Shou-chan! Ha-ha-ha!”

“B-bye-bye.”

“Wait, Kagome-san! And the delinquent-onii-san!!!”

“Ahahaha!!!”

We were told to wait, but it was Kobayashi-kun and Tadashi-kun who were getting further away.

Kobayashi-kun’s laughter disappeared among the trees.

Seems like his son forced him to go mystery-hunting.

“...Did he just pretend that I wasn’t here?”

He really didn’t look at Akira-kun at all.

“Man, he’s annoyin’ as hell.”

“We should go too.”

“Uuu~...”

Looking to the direction where Kobayashi-kun disappeared, Akira-kun grinded his teeth.

I started the motor again, forcibly increasing the distance between us.

    

Water level started to gradually go down.

But still, Seijo station was submerged as well.

We continued going by boat to the next station.

I started getting used to this landscape.

I looked up without much interest. The blue sky peeked through the rifts in the light yellow clouds.

“......”

…Anomaly.

I remembered Tadashi-kun’s words.

Just as he says, this landscape is weird.

The yellow rain with the smell of candy, it felt more like a joke. And the forecast said nothing about any rain at all.

Adults adapt to everything so easily.

Despite experiencing something so unusual, they keep living as if nothing happened.

And by next week, or even by tomorrow, they’ll already forget about this.

   

“You too think it’s kaiju?”

    

I think that Tadashi-kun was trying to imply that.

Akira-kun sat at the boat’s bow, frozen in place like a figurehead and not looking back.

“Who knows.”

“Let’s say there was a cotton candy kaiju.

It was blasted in the sky and became rain… Something like that.”

“Shou-chan, this is kinda…”

“?”

“Well, no one’s buying that kinda story.”

“But it’s not like it’s completely unbelievable.”

“There probably was some explosion at a cotton candy factory. And then it got into the sewers, and that’s where the flood came from.”

“......”

But there’s no cotton candy factory nearby.

And sewer water doesn’t fall from the sky.

Hm.

“Let’s just leave it at that, ‘kay?”

Leave it… at that?

“Let’s stop thinking about it, and just simply live.

Other people probably do just that.”

People do just that…

“Who, exactly?”

“Well, I don’t know that.”

“So maybe there was someone who defeated the cotton candy kaiju?”

“No-no-no, ditch the cotton candy kaiju thought at all!”

“...But I think there was one.”

“Well, he’s now frantically looking into that, together with his son.”

Even though you were treating them like idiots before…

“......”

“Hero’s well, so he’s not sitting home, as they say.”

I don’t really get it.

Akira-kun started saying some heroic things again.

With his large back and his arms folded, he looked like a retired boss of a gang.

…So what he means by ‘leaving things at that’ is that someone’s protecting our peace.

    

“Assan.”

“A… Assan…?”

Akira-kun turned around to look at me, crossing his legs.

“You said you wanted a nickname.”

“A nickname should be more like…! Well, Assan sounds too distant.”

“Acchan.”

“A-a-and that sounds way too close!!”

“Is there even a correct answer?”

“As many as there are tanmenchan waits!”

It’s probably some mahjong slang.

“Well, I’m fine with everything you come up with.”

“Akkun.”

“......”

“I like how Akkun sounds.”

“......”

Suddenly, he got quiet and dropped his head.

Then he looked to the side with a grim face.

His gaze was fixed on a love hotel.

“I just got a ron.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

I sped up the boat.

“I’m looking forward to the sea, Akira-kun.”

“Yeah…”

Even though I didn’t sleep in swimming trunks with a floatie as a pillow, I still was really excited for you to teach me how to swim.

   

We got off the boat at Kitami.

The shoal went on and on forward.

A train was standing at the station.

We ran towards the platform and got onto the train right as the departure bell rang.

“Made it~!”

“Thankfully…”

“Ah, Shou-chan! Where’s your sandal?!”

“!”

One of my feet was bare.

I tripped when running up the stairs, and…

I’m sure it was then when I lost it.

Akira-kun took off his sandal, leaving himself barefoot.

“Put it on.”

It was way too big for my feet.

But he made me wear the left one too.

“I’ll get them dirty.”

“Don’t worry about that. We’re going to the sea after all.”

“We’ll have to transfer trains in Sagamioono.”

“I don’t care about the distance.”

   

The train accelerated, leaving the rain clouds behind.

It was eleven in the morning on a hot summer day.

  

Please, tell me if there are any mistakes or places that sound weird.

[shookie-y]

Wisteria Blooms (3)

Pairing: Giyuu X Reader/ Tanjiro X Reader

Desc: (Y/n) is Giyuu's Tsuguko. Ubuyashiki appointed him to train her a year after he met Tanjiro. (Y/n) has had strong feelings for the water pillar for a few months. During a mission with Giyuu she runs into the two Kamado siblings. For Tanjiro it was love at first sight. What happens when (Y/n) has to fight her feelings for not only the two slayers but also keep up with the fight against the demons?

A/N: All of the characters are slightly aged up or down to make this story work. Tanjiro will be 18 and Giyuu will be 20. (Y/n) will be 19. If anyone has any questions about the other characters ages feel free to ask.

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The woods around you are quiet. There is a small breeze blowing through the trees. Your hair is moving slightly from the wind. Your leg doesn't hurt as much anymore. Shinobu had stitched it up when you dropped Kanao off. You couldn't stay long because you needed to get back to Giyuu... well his estate. The walk isn't long but it's taking you longer than normal due to your exhaustion. After what feels like forever, you finally see the doors to Giyuu's estate.

You smile and walk faster to the front door. "Tomioka-san? I'm back." You make your way through the building, looking for any sign of the man.

There seems to be no sign of him.

Well you think that until you hear a door sliding open behind you. "Tomioka-san! I was wondering where you went off to." You turn around with a big smile. Your gaze lands on Giyuu, who is standing there in shock. having just come from the bath. You look him up and down. The only thing he's wearing is a towel around his waist. You freeze and stare at Giyuu's bare chest. Water was still dripping down his abs.

"Oh... you're back." The nonchalant tone startles you and you quickly cover your face, your cheeks burning from embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to stare! I should go rest!" You quickly turn around and rush off to your room. You quickly shove your door open and collapse on your bed. "I can't believe I just did that." You groan and shove your pillow over your head.

I didn't even try to hide the fact that I was checking him out. What is wrong with me? I'm his Tsuguko for goodness sake.

Not a second later you pass out.

Thirteen days pass as you're waiting for your sword and uniform to arrive. You've been avoiding Giyuu since the day you arrived back. It wasn't hard to do since he was usually on a mission or doing Hashira stuff. He is here today though.

You are currently sitting outside on the steps. You're just enjoying the breeze when a sound catches your attention.

Kting, kting, kting

You look up and see a person walking towards you. They're wearing a a sunflower patterned haori and a Hyottoko mask. They also have a hat which appears to have windchimes all around it. That's probably what is making the noise.

"Hello?" You tilt your head in confusion and stare up at the mysterious person.

"I am called Haganezuka. I am he who forged (Y/n) (L/n)'s katana." A deep voice comes from behind the mask.

"I am (Y/n). Would you like to come inside?" I motion to the front door. "I can make tea or something."

Instead of answering your question, he kneels down on the ground and starts opening a box.

That box must contain my katana.

"Oh, please co-"

"This is a nichirin sword. I forged this blade. The iron sand and ore that are the materials for a nichirin sword are gathered at the mountain closest to the sun. Scarlet iron sand and scarlet ore both absorb light. The sun shines all year on mount yoko. It is never cloudy and rain never falls."

The door opens behind you and Haganezuka shoots his head up.

"Your sword is here." Giyuu is staring down at the both of you. "Please come inside." He turns and walks back inside.

Haganezuka and you pick up his stuff and carry it inside. You all kneel down around some tea Giyuu had set out. "Draw your sword, (Y/n)."

You nod at Giyuu and pick up the katana carefully. The sheath is a light blue with tiny white snowflakes hand painted on. "It's beautiful. Thank you." You smile and bow at Haganezuka.

"Yeah yeah..." He huffs and crosses his arms. "Nichirin swords are also called color-changing katana. Their color changes depending on who is holding them.

You slowly pull out the katana and hold it up. It takes a few seconds before the blade starts to turn white. You gasp and stare at the sword in amazement. You go to say something but are cut off.

Your crow flies down to the window. "Kaw! Kaw! (Y/n) (L/n)! You must head for a town east. This is your first job as a demon slayer!" The three of you listen to the crow speak. "Children are going missing every night from their beds!"

Children going missing?

[dawnoftime22]

for you.

| W.M ( -> N.R )

Undeserving of a love like yours, Chapter 2

Chapter Warnings: None, I don't think

Summary: With Wanda being busy, it's up to you to stock up on the kitchen ingredients at the grocery store.

Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Word Count: 3.6k

Category: Fluff, teensy bit of hurt/comfort if you squint

A/N: okay you're going to be in the long run for a bit :] get real cozy with some music because of the bit of slowness. it'll get interesting soon, but for now enjoy <3

| Started on 05/01/2024, 9:51 AM |

| Finished on 11/01/2024, 12:40 AM |

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

<- Chapter 1 Chapter 3 ->

"I want to do all the things for you, that you thought no one ever would."

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The morning came around with the wind gently visiting the windchimes of other houses, and birds easily flying around with all their freedom and grace.

You stir in your sleep, the warmthness of the sunlight from the windows easily signalling your mind to wake up. But the cold sheets that greet you say otherwise. Your eyebrows furrow as you blink away the sleep. You move to put your head up and look at the empty spot beside you, along with your hand trying to find another. But all that came next was nothing but another empty space.

A quiet sigh comes from your mouth. You give up trying to find another body and instead lay against the bed deflatedly with your eyes closed. It was too early to get up so soon. You weren't going to. Right?

But you open your eyes once more, looking at the missing presence of a certain someone. It urged your body to get up. With a long stretch, you eventually come to a sitting position. She was definitely not in the bathroom. It was quiet, and the lights are off.

You turn to the edge of the bed, letting your legs touch the floor and your hands pushing down on the bed sheets. Begrudgingly, you stand up, going to search for the brunette you always see in the morning.

At the small sound of clatter you hear somewhere out the room, you now turn your head towards it and quickly go for the door that was open just a crack.

Soon, after making your way to the living room and finding nothing, but getting to the kitchen, you see a figure with a green jacket moving smoothly after closing the fridge. You smile and sit down on the barstool. There she was.

"What're you doing?" You ask, resting your arms on the kitchen island and watching her. There was nothing on the stove, or the counters, making you all the more curious as to what she was up to.

"Oh! Y/N." Wanda jumped, turning around to see you. She relaxed when she saw you, sitting with your slightly messy hair from your sleep. "Good morning. I'm about to go to the store to get some stuff. You want anything?"

"Sorry. Um, no, probably not. Would you mind picking up a hot chocolate on the way though?" You apologise, letting out a small laugh with your words, having not expected that she would be surprised at your sudden presence. But you know the grocery store is somewhere near your usual café spot, and so you follow along with that.

"Of course." Wanda said, a smile going on her face as she goes to the front door, grabbing her shoes from the shoe rack along with her socks.

"Can I come with you, or...?" Your eyes and head move along with her trail, with soon enough, your entire body turning on the island chair.

"You can't, I'm sorry милая (sweetheart). I have work soon, so I'll be rushing." She wears her socks and gets her shoes on, tying the shoelaces carefully. Your eyebrows raise at the sentence, realising she was out of bed all ready with a jacket because she had work today.

"Oh, okay. I could get the groceries if you'd like, while you go to work?" You suggest, not wanting her to stress too much about it when you have your own free time and car.

"That...is a great idea. Are you okay with that? I know you just woke up." She asks, having finished putting her shoes on and checking her pockets for her phone and keys, to which her hand eventually goes up to point at you for a second as a small gesture.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's fine. You go on ahead to work and relax instead of rushing." You waved your own hand, nodding your head and giving her a reassuring smile. Relief might have flowed through her body when she looks up at you, mirroring your face.

"Alright. I'll see you when I get back home." She says, opening the door and walking outside with her eyes on you as she spoke.

"Okay. See you, and I love you!" You shout, in case she wouldn't have heard the last few words. She had almost closed the door, but opens it again for a bit to reply.

"Love you, too!" She says, speaking in a higher volume considering she was already outside. She closes the door by the time her reply had finished coming out.

Your heart warmed, and you stand up, using your hands to push up from the kitchen island and off the chair. You go back to the bedroom to take a quick shower, the water waking you up a bit more. Once you were out, you got ready to go on your way, wearing your chosen clothing and making sure your phone was in your pocket.

You go out to the living room, walking over to a nearby small table to grab your car keys. After storing them safely in your other free pocket of your jeans, the same as Wanda had done, you then go out the house, locking the door.

Instantly, the wind outside gently meets your face, but the leaves of the trees move a little too much for it to be simply a nice breeze. You click the unlock button, and the familiar sound of the car softly beeping reached your ears.

As you make your way to the car, you look around, seeing birds visiting trees and the rooftops of houses. The sky being gray didn't miss your eyes, but when you saw the drip of the rain on your car, you assumed it had rained while you were asleep.

The car door easily opens when your hand pulls on the handle. You sat in the driver's seat and shut the door, turning on the engine. The car rattles slightly, screens light up, and the engine hums.

After checking the road was clear, you slowly back out the driveway and start your journey to first, the café you love.

Buildings passed by, the trees, and soon enough accompanied with the park you and Wanda went to recently. Every part of this city reminded you of a certain memory. It was a stranger to you just a few months ago, but with you and Wanda's decision to move here, it started to become something familiar. Something close to your heart. It feels like home.

You make a turn to go to another road, one full of stores and small restaurants, even boutiques. But your only target was the small café sat just at the edge of everything else. Your eyes land on one of the many empty parking spots, and you carefully and slowly drive your way into one, parking the car.

After checking you were completely in the borders, you get out your car once the roads were clear. You make your way to the cozily decorated place, chairs and tables neatly placed. It was considerably empty, seeing as today was a weekday. But you knew by lunch hour, it'll be nearly as lively as the many other cafés.

You enter the shop, going up to the counter. Your eyes look up at the menu, reading the words written. Technically, you didn't need to, with how many times you've gone here, but neither of the staff members were at the cash register.

When one comes, up they greet you simply, asking what you'd like. They dusted their hands on their apron, having finished cleaning a coffee machine.

"A hot chocolate, please. With a to-go waffle." You say, your order simple. You were going to the grocery store anyway.

"Is that all?" They ask with a small smile after tapping the screen near the cash register and letting your orders count to a total price.

"Yep," you say with a smile, having not recognised the employee. You guessed it's a part-timer who got the job just recently.

You give them the cash to pay for the order. They take it and store it in the cash register, to which the receipt soon comes out. The employee rips it off and gives it to you

"It'll be ready in 10 minutes." Once that was done, they turn to make a hot chocolate for you and prepare a waffle. You wait patiently at the counter. After a few seconds you look around the café.

There were three tables occupied. One, with a guy busily working away on his laptop and eyes focused, a mug of coffee beside him. You hoped that doesn't spill, from how close it was to the device.

The other table held a person, student perhaps, writing down things in a notebook. You guessed they were doing homework. A plate with a half eaten pastry and a cup of tea was there. A common scene you would always see whenever you walked in.

But then you look to the last table that had someone, and see a familiar face. She's a blonde, brown eyes...leather jacket. It was Carol. Carol Danvers.

"Carol! Hi?" You say, with happiness at the sight of her after so long of not seeing her, but also a questionable tone coming out. She isn't usually here.

Still, she looks up at you, having recognised the sound of your voice, she wasn't surprised, but did have her eyebrows raised.

"Hey, Y/N." She said casually, as she did when you would meet her at the near bar. You walk to her table and away from the counter, knowing it'll be fine considering you had already ordered.

"What are you doing here?" You question while sitting down across from her, still confused at the fact that she was even here.

"I thought I'd hang here, since it's actually a good place. I was going to go do some training rounds, but it got cancelled," she said with a shrug. You blink, and your mind had to register her words for a bit from surprise before you realised she was serious. You'd always offer her to breakfast or lunch whenever Wanda couldn't just to catch up, but she'd always deny.

"I also got kicked from the bar, but then I saw this place," she said, once again, so naturally. Your eyes widen and your mouth moved panickly to make up a response through your shock.

"What? How?" You manage to say. The blonde pursed her lips and you raised your eyebrows.

"I may or may not have punched a drunk guy who tried to flirt with me..." she trails off, making it almost sound like the whole story was in that one sentence, and well, you almost hoped it was.

"Well, if he was that bad, he deserved it." You shrug, resting your arms on the table and leaning as you got into the conversation with her.

"I also knocked him out cold and then he threatened to sue for assault, so the bar kicked both of us out to break us apart," she says, pausing her movements before rolling her eyes. Her thoughts were that he should have forgotten his memories from how drunk he was.

"Oh my god," you whisper under your breath. You knew that must've hurt from having seen a crate of heavy gear getting picked up by her easily before just at her air force base. It was no surprise he'd be mad.

"They better still let you in after today. If not, we're gonna have to find another bar." You lean back. There were still no other customers, and it seems another worker had clocked in. Lunch hour is ticking in soon though, according to the small clock on the wall.

"Hey, I only got kicked out, not banned!" She exclaimed, making you giggle. The both of you have missed ranting on about everything and nothing.

The employee comes back with your cup of hot chocolate and a paper bag of a fresh warm two piece waffle, but notices you aren't at the counter. Their eyes search the place until they see you.

"Order of hot choc and waffles!" Both you and Carol's gaze traveled over to the counter. Although, yours were more alerted.

"That's yours," she says, guessing the order you had. Although she already knew you loved waffles and that there was no other recent people who's gone to take an order other than you.

"I'll talk to you more next time," you say quickly, getting up from the seat and going to walk up to the front counter, the part-timer waiting patiently. They carefully give your order, making sure you held your hot chocolate properly.

"Thank you." You say with a smile, your hands warming up from it quickly from the temperature. You turn to go to the entrance, now the next location being the grocery store.

"See you, Y/N." The blonde says, resting her own arms on the table now as she watched you move and open the door with your back. Lucky the door was push from the inside, and not pull. Perhaps they had thought about it, or it was just something fortunate to have.

"See you!" You turn your body to wave a little with three fingers, considering your hands were full. Carol tries to resist a smile and shakes her head, returning to her own meal.

You walk back to the car, and when you got there, you look down at your hands before decidedly transferring the hot chocolate with your waffle hand, seeing as you still had more fingers on that one. You could've done it earlier, but oh well.

After you open the car door and get in, you set down your drink in the cupholder and put your waffle in the middle of the car. Once more, you turn the engine on, but before you drive, you drink your hot chocolate. The warmth runs down your throat, setting a comfortable feeling in your bones and letting your muscles relax a little more.

You put your drink back down and set your hands on the steering wheel instead. Just when you were about to start driving to get out of the parking spot though, you look up and see the flower shop that's usually nearby.

You think about it for a moment before pulling on the handle and getting out the car once more, going over to the shop. There was a bunch of fresh flowers, beautifully put together at the front and in the place.

The owner was fixing up a bouquet, while you stared at the smallest vase that held hand-picked daisies. It wasn't a lot, but enough for a small glass vase.

The owner turns to look at you, a smile under his small mustache. His face was friendly and he was pretty old. You hadn't met him all that much, just a few visits, but you knew he was one of the kindest souls.

"That was picked up just this morning. The freshest one out of all of these." He nods towards the rest of the flowers, his hat moving along with it. Your teeth caught the inside of your mouth for a second as you looked back at the daisies.

"I think I'll take it." You tilt your head, going closer to brush your fingers against the petals. They were as softer than any flower you've touched before.

"For yourself, or a lover?" He asks, and you look at him, pulling your hand back slowly. He expects the latter anyway, but he was curious, as most would pick the others.

"Oh, um. For my girlfriend." You blush, having not used the word while speaking to a stranger in a while. He gently picks up the daisies, one of his hands holding them while the other went to grab something to wrap around their stems and keep them together.

"Well, then, she is very lucky to have someone thoughtful like you." He says, carefully making sure it was tight enough to not have the flowers fall out.

"And picking out a perfect choice." He looks back up at you, and you know he meant that it was rare to have someone pick one so small for a gift, other than for themselves.

"Don't tell anyone, but the smallest flowers always seem to brighten the room more than the bigger ones, even though they don't last long." He winks, making you giggle. The florist hands you the daisies and you take it, exchanging it with cash.

"Thank you for the flowers, mister!" You say, walking away to your car as you looked at him. He smiles and waves to you, making you wave back.

You arrive back at your car while he continued taking care of his other flowers. You get into the seat once more, now finally going on your way after setting down the daisies in the seat next to you. You reverse a little to then go forward and get back on the main road, driving towards the grocery store.

It wasn't a long drive, seeing as you were already close. After a few minutes of driving ahead, you soon arrive. You unclick your seatbelt and turn off the engine, grabbing your bag of waffles before you go. The car locks when you shut the door and hover your hand in the handle.

You enter the grocery store with a shopping cart, having gotten one that wasn't too rattly. As you go through each aisle, you pick out some things you remember off the top of your head that you needed back home when you checked.

Every now and then, you take a bite of your waffle, not wanting to eat it when it ends up getting cold. Somewhere along the way of stocking up, you notice a child watching you eat your waffle. You try your best to ignore the kid's stare, and go forward with your cart.

The mom was off looking at the different types of yogurts that was available in the cold area. You definitely weren't giving your waffle to a child or offering it. Nope. Eventually, you made it out the aisle and you let out a breath of relief. The stare you felt was gone.

As you were still in the cold area though, you chose to bring out your phone, not remembering a certain something. You click on Wanda's contact and message her.

do we need any sausages?

12:18 PM Today

You ask her, hoping she responds soon, considering you were about to be done with getting everything. Your eyes linger on the sausages. You remember still having a lot of them in the freezer, but that might be your mind messing with you.

Oh, well. You can just come back here if you needed to. You finish the last of your waffle and scrunch up the paper bag to drive the cart easier. You check your phone as you go, and you haven't gotten a reply yet still.

You walk through the last of all the aisles, and having forgotten about the message from the amount of time you spent looking at everything, you went to line up for the cash register.

Right as the person in front of you was done and you had started loading items on the conveyor belt, your phone buzzes with a notification. You grab it out and look at the message. Finally. Wait. It's been 20 minutes? Maybe she was busy.

We ran out a few days ago, so do get some please

12:46 PM Today

At the reply, you tell the cashier to wait as they scan the rest of your items. You quickly ran to the frozen section to search for sausages. You find them in record speed and hold them tightly as you made your way back, the food cold in your hands.

Really, you should've just taken it anyway just in case, but she did reply minutes later. You get done putting the groceries on the counter, and you wait as the cashier loads up the bags and lets you swipe your card.

After all that was done, you store your card back in your wallet and grab the plastic bags filled with food, walking back out to your car. Your phone came up with another notification, but you first put the bags in your trunk and close it.

You get settled in the car and check your phone, seeing another text from Wanda.

I'll be getting home late. sleep first if you need to later ❤️

1:00 PM Today

At that, your shoulders slump slightly. But you try to understand, and dismiss it.

okay. I miss you :(

get home safe <3

Read at 1:01 PM

You turn off your phone and set it down on the side. With the seatbelt clicked in, you drove back home, the sun still high in the sky amongst the clouds.

The silence kept your mind going too much, so you put on some music and let it distract you away from everything. You try your best to not space out, and focus on the roads. A sip of your drink is taken every now and then at the red lights, although there weren't many.

Minutes later you finally arrive. It somehow felt longer than the time you spent driving to the café and the grocery store, but maybe that was because all your aim was this time, was just to get home.

You get out the car and turn off the engine, remembering to unlock the front door of the house and opening it first. You then open the trunk to grab the plastic bags, easily going in the house with the open door. Your hands held them tightly as you put them on the kitchen island, making sure nothing fragile fell.

You go back to the car and grab your hot chocolate that...wasn't really hot anymore and walk into the house after shutting the trunk, the doors, and locking the car.

The last thing to do was close the front door of the house. Or well, second last. Now you needed to grab everything out the bags and organize. It's a tedious task, but you manage to do it slowly but surely.

The time was now 1:58 PM. It was going to be a long rest of your day if your morning already felt like an entire day. You had changed into a sweatshirt, perhaps even Wanda's, just to warm yourself up

You sigh and grab a book, laying down on the couch to hopefully pass by the time. Soon later though, with the air being cold in the room and the peaceful quietness, you end up taking a nap instead, being unable to focus on the book all that much.

And now it was 3:54 PM. You had woken up and the rest of the day went by the same, coziness and laying around. With some boredom, you decide to turn the tv on, scrolling on the phone having been uninteresting.

Not having work at the moment is fun, but it would be more fun if someone was there with you. You would spend some time doing your hobbies here and there, but it didn't help much. The tv had you somewhat focused though.

Soon enough, the time reached 7:28 pm. Which was the time Wanda would assumingly come home, seeing as she said she'll be late. But you yawn as you curl up on the couch, watching one of your favorite tv shows as you waited.

Your eyes were getting heavy, that much was obvious. But you try your hardest to not sleep once more. You know it'll turn into more than a nap with the sun having gone down.

While the scenes played on the tv screen, and voices talked from the show, you still somehow, manage to notice the sound of a car engine humming nearby and wheels rolling on gravel for a second or two.

You perk up a bit, and you look at the windows that were now almost pretty much pitch black. But you don't miss the light gleaming on a part of it.

You muster up some energy withn you and you got up from the couch, going towards the door. Sounds of keys rattling could be heard, and you unlock the door, then pull the handle down to open it. Behind, reveals that familiar brunette you love, standing in the porch light with a surprised face at seeing you.

Her eyebrows furrowed before she smiles, "Well, hi," she said, giggling slightly. She goes into the house with your quick greeting to which she didn't even get time to put her keys in the keyhole at all.

"Hi," you say, closing the door and locking it for safety. You smile and walk back to the couch, sitting back down while she kicked her shoes off and follow you.

"You didn't have to wait up for me." She stands by the couch, looking at you and seeing that you've got a show set up on the tv. She guesses that you've been keepin yourself occupied with it.

"I know, but I wanted to," you say quietly, leaning your head back on the couch and tilting it slightly, glancing at her. Her green eyes could shoot your heart with love and at the same time hold a somewhat passion in them.

"I got you donuts." She moves her hand up, holding a bag of donuts in it. Your eyes travel to it, and your face radiated joy when you see it. She sits down next to you and give you the donuts.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she apologises, snuggling close to you while wrapping her arms around your body. Her warmth quickly making you feel content and glad that she was home safely.

She slips her hand under your sweatshirt to lay it gently against your skin, and then going to lay a kiss on your cheek. Her hand was warm, and tickled you slightly, but it was comforting just as any other touch she'd ever give you.

"It's okay," you say, leaning your head against her shoulder. You're quiet for a bit before you remember something.

"I got you some flowers." You leaned forward to grab the small vase that contains the daisies, then going back to be close with her once more. Her lips were parted in surprise. "No, you didn't."

"That's so sweet of you. Thank you." She smiles, taking it in her hands. Her fingers gently touch the soft petals, and her eyes look softly at the little daisies.

You smile along with her, leaning against her as you watch her.

end of chapter 2. <3

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Happy Birthday, Jade and Floyd!

In which Mouse makes some decisions, and Floyd makes a declaration

Sam had gotten in a new collection of articulated metal keychains, mostly of various animals, and Mouse was looking over the offerings. They were spinning the rack, watching the light reflect off the enameled metal, when one in particular caught their eye.

It was a red goldfish, fins hinged so they flapped lazily as the display spun. Mouse picked it up with a little giggle. Riddle might not be pleased with the thought, but it wasn’t his birthday coming up.

They spun the rack again, looking over the keychains more carefully this time.

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“I’m going into town for a bit, there’s a new little garden store I want to check out,” Mouse slid on their shoes and picked up their keys off the table by the door.

“Wait, I wanna come, too!” Alise cried, rolling off the couch and bouncing to the door, shoving her feet into her boots and jamming the laces into them.

“You can take the time to tie your shoes,” Mouse sighed.

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“This place is cute,” Mouse said when they entered. “A little more ‘gift shop’ than ‘garden store’, though.”

The little shop was full of garden-themed things - lots of pretty glass vases, throw blankets with herbs and flowers printed on them, windchimes, books on the language of flowers - but very few actual gardening items. Mouse found a pretty pair of gloves, pink with a ditzy print of white flowers and green leaves, but nothing else of particular use.

“Oh, this is neat,” Alise said, taking a hanging glass ball off its hook. It was a little terrarium, with some kind of moss with the tiniest of purple flowers. “I’m gonna get it.”

“You’re getting a living thing?” Mouse asked with disbelief.

“Not for me,” Alise assured them. “For Jade.”

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“Why are we in this toy store again?” Mouse asked. Not that they minded, really. They were currently hugging their way through a wall of stuffed animals.

“Floyd,” Alise answered simply, clacking a magnetic building toy together and shaking her head.

“Ah, of course,” Mouse said like that made sense, picking up a stuffed broccoli wearing a chef’s hat.

Alise gave up on toys and wandered over to the books. Maybe there would be something interesting on the shelves.

A book with a plain brown cover caught her eye. It said “My Adventure Book” in a curly type, and every letter was a different color. The copies of the books on the shelf all had a ribbon around them to keep them closed, but the display copy was open.

She picked it up and paged through it. Every pair of pages was a picture and some lines for taking notes on one side, and the other side was a scratch off. Some of the ones in the display copy had been scratched off, and each one was some kind of “adventure”, things like challenging the reader to learn card tricks, or building a pillow fort. Yeah, this was perfect.

Alise picked up a copy of the book, and found Mouse with several plush mushrooms arranged in front of them, looking at each one thoughtfully. They eventually decided on the one with white spots on its red cap.

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The Mostro Lounge was festive, but tasteful. Swags of tulle and twinkling strings of lights decorated the room for the tweels birthday.

“Happy birthday!” Mouse cried, handing each of them a box.

Floyd immediately shook his, and the clinking, rattling sound that came from it stopped him almost as fast. “Did I just break it?” he asked, starting to look upset.

“Open it and see!” Mouse urged him. “You, too,” they said to Jade.

Floyd made quick work of the wrapping paper, and tore the tape holding the cardboard box inside open. He looked into the box, worried that it was just going to be pieces of whatever Mouse had bought him. It wasn’t broken, it was just a box of keychains.

He pulled out the first one, an enameled crocodile whose legs wiggled when you shook it. Then a sea turtle, with floppy fins. A crab who’s claws waggled. A slow smile started on Floyd’s face. An otter whose head and tail waggled. A seagull with flapping wings.

“Sweetfish, you got me everyone!”

“Everyone I could find,” they told him.

Hands full of small metal friends, Floyd wrapped one arm around Mouse in a sideways hug.

“What’d you get?” he asked Jade. “It won’t be as good.”

“Indeed,” Jade chuckled. “I got a fly agaric. A very squishy fly agaric.” 

“Do you like it?” Mouse asked.

“I do,” he answered sincerely. “It will take pride of place on my bed.”

They smiled, extricating themselves from Floyd to give him a quick hug.

“Cuttlefish, look!” Floyd said, jiggling a keychain up and down. “It’s you!”

Alise laughed, setting her presents for the boys down on the table, to admire the wriggling keychain collection with Floyd.

“Is one of those for me?” Jade asked her with a sly smile.

“One is,” she agreed. “Don’t shake it.”

He chuckled and checked the tags on both presents before asking, “Am I the ‘Left Twin’ or the ‘Right Twin’?”

She grinned at him as his hand hovered over first one box and then the other, looking for some sign from her.

“You’re the Right Twin,” she said finally.

“I see,” he said, picking up his present. 

“Oh, Alise, it’s lovely!” He held the terrarium ball up, turning it around and admiring the tiny world within.

Floyd slid his present over and tore the paper off. He looked at the book, and then looked at Alise curiously. He flipped it open halfway, and flipped through a few pages, then went back to the beginning to read the first few pages that explained how to use the book.

“We’re gonna do these together,” he declared.

“Maybe some of them.”

“All of them. It’s my birthday, and I said so.”

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Fun facts abt residents according to Ikevamp Radio (ヴァンなま) Part 5

The last post of this series, featuring episodes 13-15!! Let's get on with it!!

Episode 13: feat. Dazai’s VA Yashiro Taku

Makki messed up his lines a bit so he said “Subas” instead of “Sebas” (so cute)

Dazai’s happy that Vincent enjoys baths

Dazai baths a bit earlier than them, that’s why they don’t usually meet

Dazai’s writing a novel about a “married woman and a blossoming love and desire—” Sebas: “Nonononono! Stop!” bc it got too out of control

Sebas: “Master Vincent’s here, so let’s keep it at the same level as an educational children’s TV show” Vincent: “were we so strict about it here?”

Dazai agrees to answer some questions for Sebas & Vincent as they were curious about him

Vincent first asks him what the object he hung in the entrance where it makes ringing noises when the wind blows it. Sebas: “Rather than Dazai-san’s personality, you’re more interested in that, huh?” Vincent: “well, it was really pretty, so I got curious” Dazai teaches that it’s a windchime, tells him that it allows people to enjoy the summer with both their eyes and ears

Vincent got curious abt ways Japanese ppl spend their summers

Dazai says he used to watch fireworks, look out at the sea, eat shaved ice. Dazai asks Sebas if he’s done something similar, Sebas replies “Yes, I’ve also gone out to watch firework tournaments (花火大会). When I was in Japan, I’d wear a yukata and go out to watch them” Sebas also enjoyed caramel-apples and goldfish-scooping (金魚すくい)"

Dazai: “It may seem normal, but Sebas has had a childhood as well, huh?” Vincent: “Really. Sebas didn’t become Sebas as soon as he was born…” Sebas: “...what do the two of you think I am?”

Dazai explained that the best part of the fireworks tournament is the atmosphere. The sound of fireworks and the geta (shoes you wear w/yukatas), the enthusiasm of the happy individuals, and most importantly, women wearing yukatas. Vincent: “Yukata… It’s what you typically wear, a type of clothing in Japan, right?”

Dazai: “Women in yukatas are especially good. The skin you can see from their hair raised up, and their skin lightly coated in sweat—” Sebas: “Nonononono—”

Dazai: “... are you excited?” Sebas: “...yes” Dazai: “Oh, you are excited.” Sebas: “A little bit” Dazai: “So even Sebas can get excited” Sebas: “the topic of the conversation ended up a bit off, so I had to put a stop to it”

Dazai: “Even for Sebas, don’t you have a favorite yukata for women?” Sebas: “Let’s see… for women’s yukata, I like a dark blue color. Also, I prefer when the hair is tied loosely near the ends. I also really enjoy it when they fix a loose strand of hair…” Vincent: “Umm.. Sebas?” Sebas: gasps “I apologize. However, Master Vincent must also have a color that you’d like a woman to wear?”

Vincent: “Hmm… I think any color would fit, but probably bright colors would fit the most.”

Dazai likes graceful (?) colors like a deep purple to contrast the color of their skin, make them look prettier

Taku is really good at drawing?? In the “Van Gogh’s drawing section” the VAs had to draw in the theme of “Ikemen Vampire light novel! By Dazai Osamu” and Taku drew (the real) Dazai & it was really well-drawn?? (Dazai draws Dazai haha)

“Can you tell me… your name?” segment comin up!! First up is Vincent! His options were “It’s really hot… let’s just take everything off” “Since it’s hot… do you want to take a shower together?” “I can make you forget about the heat” “Hm? The thing in my mouth? It’s ice. You want it?” The chosen line was the last one. After saying his line for the last time, he continued “Here. Ahhh~” (listening to it when it’s winter was kinda counter-intuitive but… it was nice ig)

Dazai’s options were “If you’re hot, why don’t you take off your clothes?” “We can reenact that passionate night that will make us forget about the heat” “You don’t like the heat? Then, you can spend the time with me until the season becomes cooler” and 4, which is a combination of all three (Which was the one selected)

His voice is so good??? “(y/n), it was a really hot night. Until it cools off—no. Can you stay here with me forever?” He actually said his lines properly unlike Morishi and Makki so it was even more amazing 

And Sebas’s options HERE WE GO “You need guts… to go in saunas” “Do you want to start a chilled Sebas?” “I can make you feel cooler. *insert terrible pun* (吸血鬼のお尻が９個で９ケツなんちゃって)” (I can’t translate the pun itself bc it wouldn’t make sense, but just know that it’s a pun involving vampires and 9 butts lol) and option 4, “Even when you’re struggling in the heat… you look beautiful” The chosen one was the second option “Do you want to start a chilled Sebas?

There were two funny options (options 2 & 3) I didn’t know which was gonna be chosen

Anyways there was “Yoshihiko, do you want to start a chilled Sebas?” Makki: “Yes, please” the last one he said was “(y/n), do you want to start?” and the others were like “start what??”

Episode 14: Vincent & Sebas w/an audience once again

This happened at the time of Ikevamp 1st anniversary, this episode celebrates this event

They also talk about the 1st Ikevamp election & the rewards players get when each resident completes a certain goal (place within a certain ranking, gets more votes than a certain character, etc.) Makki and Morishi create their own goals for the election too.

For Morishi, if Sebas places within 10th overall, Makki and Morishi will do the radio while drinking. For Makki, if Vincent gets first, he plans to telephone an audience member live during the radio

Very unrelated but you can tell Morishi really knows his game knowledge since he knows what blanc was, as well as the ikevamp 1st anniversary song when it played in the background

The theme of this episode’s “I love yu” segment is “Thank you, and please take care of me from now on too”

Sebas was already in the baths when Vincent entered, he said he’s been waiting for Vincent for the past three hours Sebas: “I was conversing with the audience, and before I knew it, three hours had passed” 

Vincent: “Audience? We’re in front of an audience? When we’re naked?” Sebas: cough “W-well… please don’t worry about that”

Vincent & Sebas reminisce about the time they had spent in the baths together (April Fool’s w/Leo, Sasuke entering the bath w/them, turning into idols)

Vincent asks who Sebas has been talking to, Sebas replies, “Don’t worry about that, my angel”

Vincent says that he’s been enjoying his time w/Sebas in the baths, but he’s worried that he’s relying on him too much. His solution? To change bathing times with Sebas

Sebas is shocked. “My oasis… is about to disappear… Lost on Eden… Master Vincent, I won’t record your voice or take pictures of your angel smile or shiver and shiver because I want to see you! So please! Please! Rethink your decisions…”

Vincent says it was all a joke. Wanted to scare Sebas for a bit, and apologizes for scaring him

Sebas is relieved & forgives Vincent. Vincent admits that he likes spending time w Sebas, to which Sebas agrees.

Sebas keeps referencing the audience, Vincent: “Hey, Sebas? You’re seeing things that I can’t see, right?”

The next segment is the “Ikevamp radio 1st anniversary awards” The first award is the “best guest awards” with the nominations being Tsuda Kenjiro (Leo’s VA), Sato Hisanori (Theo’s VA), Yashiro Taku (Dazai’s VA), Horie Kazuma (Comte’s VA), and Morishima Syuta (Sebas’s VA). Ofc Morishi won that category

2nd award is the “Best Drawing awards” the winning drawing is “Movie ‘Love promised under the cherry blossoms~my love is always full bloom~’ PR poster by Makki”

3rd category is the “Best Word Award” with the winning word being dyungyun (obv). In happiness with his word winning the category, Morishi performs voice percussion

No “Can you tell me… your name?” segment today :((

Episode 15: The last episode I can get my hands on…

Morishi wants to go on a vacation trip w Makki. Makki asks him where he wants to go, to which Morishi replies, Paris, the Louvre Museum.

Makki: “What will we be doing there?” Morishi: “Going to the Louvre, looking at some paintings, then opening the door. And then be like ‘What? When I opened the door, there are 12 historical geniuses…?' And we’ll stay there, just the two of us” Makki: “No, I don’t want to!”

Morishi: “I think it’ll be a while until the two of us actually go on a trip together. It would be more realistic if Sebas and Vincent did instead. So! Scenario-writer! Please write about a situation where Sebas and Vincent go on a trip together! And Yamada Shiro-sensei! Please draw an illustration like that as well!”

They announced the winners of the Ikevamp election that happened that year & the merch/events released to celebrate certain characters’ poll victories

“I love yu” skit! Starts off w Sebas saying “Sigh, it already ended. The Ikevamp election. Oops, I shouldn’t be thinking like that. Ta-da! (in a Doraemon-like voice) Historical genius observation journal! I need to note the other’s excellence here. Just like usual, Master Napoleon was very courageous, and Master Leonardo was as sexy as usual. Sorry, my angel, Master Vincent was an angel as always—”

Vincent: opens the door “Who. Is. An. Angel?” Sebas: “Master Vincent?” Vincent: “Really, I’ve been drawing all day, and I’m so exhausted” (he says this is a rough tone) “Sebas, I’m going in, so I need you to move to make space for me” Sebas: “oh, o-okay”

Vincent: “The temperature’s a bit lukewarm, so it’s not that satisfying. Well, I’ll let you off the hook for this one” Sebas: “Master Vincent? What happened to you? It seems you have a different tone than usu—” Vincent: “It’s just a part of your imagination, Sebas!” Sebas: “Yes! Of course!”

Sebas asks what’s happened to Vincent, asking if he got into a bloody argument w Theo. Vincent replies “We don’t get into arguments! That’s uncool!” 

Sebas asks if Vincent’s hit his head somewhere. “If that’s true then, I need to take him to a doctor—” Vincent: “I need you to leave me alone!” Sebas: gasps “Master Vincent?”

Vincent: “From now on, I’m going to change.” Sebas: “Change?” Vincent: “Yeah. I’ll keep on going on a bike that I stole from who-knows-where and break the windows of the school at night and I won’t be manipulated by the adults! (It’s basically what delinquents [ヤンキー] in Japan used to do)”

Sebas: “Why do you say things like Ozaki Yutaka and Keyakizaka46? That isn’t like you, the great angel Vincent—” Vincent: “If you keep on calling me ‘great angel,’ it’ll only make me upset!”

Sebas: “Master Vincent’s—Master Vincent’s ‘idiot’ (ドアホ). I don’t know what happened to you, but please open your eyes. Take this! Perverted butler, Sebastian’s forehead flick of love!” Vincent: “Gah! O-ow… Huh? I—”

Vincent: “Sorry about that Sebas… It seems I lost myself.”

Sebas asks what had happened, Vincent promises Sebas that he wouldn’t laugh at him. Vincent: “I-I wanted to be a different self. Do you remember the one event where we asked who she (MC) likes? Hearing the results of it, I wanted to be more liked by her… so...”

Sebas: “Master Vincent, please listen carefully. What if I had wondered the same thing you had, and become like Master Arthur, saying ‘Hey, can I kiss you?’ (in Arthur's tone) What would you think about me?” Vincent: “I would think it’s very repulsive.” 

Sebas: “Of course. Or like Master Shakespeare ‘I would like you to dance on my stage in the theatre’ (in Shakespeare's tone) What would you think about that?” Vincent: “I would think it’s very scary”

Sebas then tells Vincent that he understands his desire to change, but does she (MC) actually wish for that? I think she likes Vincent as is.

Discovered that there’s a Ikevamp LINE stamp and honestly it looks pretty good link here (idk if I would ever use it considering I only ever text my family members... lol imagine sending a sticker of Isaac to your parents haha)

Because Sebas got more votes than 1 suitor, Morishi will do ikevamp radio while drinking (sad that I couldn’t find the episode) they were planning to drink the blanc that will be released soon

No "Can you tell me... your name" segment im sad

And... that's the last episode!!! I'm really happy that many people enjoyed reading this as much as I did when I watched & wrote this. I'll be looking for more of these radios & in the future I'll see if I can write things similar to this as well. Anyways I hope everyone has an amazing rest of your day/night :))

[thisaccountisagainstmywill]

random OC ask: what would your OC wear on an average day? what would they wear to a special event?

[feel free to include reference images, if you'd like!]

Thank you for this ask! This has been an excellent excuse to pull the sketches I've been sitting on for the last few months together and throw them onto some quick paper dolls-type models. Luce Locke the Half-Elf Lore Bard

Every day Luce wears oversized clothes (don't ask where she got them from) adjusted to fit her properly with either ties, corsetry, vests, or exceptionally wide belts. For a formal outfit: I've gone with a Hero of Baldur's Gate, patriar-appropriate styling that leans a bit more into her Wood Elf Heritage fancied up but still keeps the silhouette type she prefers.

Elain Freespawn the Tiefling Sorcerer

Elain's every-day post game uses elements of her old formal robes softened up. She keeps the 'belly dancing' bells as part of her costume because she enjoys how they sound like windchimes when she flies around. Elaine's Formal outfit is a de-gore-ified version of her old cult robes.. -- Which is largely based on one of my own RennFair costumes

Aerfen Mlaștină the Human Monk

Aerfen's every clothes are just her monk clothes which are based on traditional formal Romanian clothing. Her formal clothing is her normal monk robes plus a Vest. Very fancy. :)

Malkira, Chosen of Bhaal the Drow Druid

Mal's everyday clothes are her personal (non-Bhaalist) assassin robes. Her favorite clothes. She likes that it gives her a weird silhouette around her joints when she crouches. Her formal clothes are her cult leader-worn clothes, she does no other formal events willingly. And this is where I would put Vlaaz, Githyanki Cleric of Vlaakith. But to be honest, drawing the Githyanki armor sucks ass. And I was only going to joke that she wears the same thing for daily and formal and it wasn't worth it. Here's Vlaaz anyway. I think she's neat.

She will not dress up any more than this. This is perfection.

[micamone]

I've always had a weird relationship with mirrors.

I like them - I really do! I've never understood people that don't like mirrors, but have done my best to try to be understanding, at least.

I like how bright and big they make the room feel. I like that I can see behind me, around corners. I like that you can play with light in them. I like that I can focus on the glass, the dust, the smudges, the marker notes and drawings I've put along the edges, and then shift my eyes a little like i'm shifting into x-ray mode and focus on the room behind it. I like the extra movement they give to the room, the same way hanging decorations from my ceiling like paper cranes and windchimes and suncatchers do, just by someone walking past.

I even like looking at myself in them. but it still feels... weird.

My mom says in one house that we had for a year, one that I remember very fondly for it's tiled floors and loft gameroom, in that house I used to find any excuse sit in the main room at the table beside the entire wall of mirrors. She shares the story in a fond way, in a "kids are so funny" way, in a "I'm teasing you for being a having been preteen, but lovingly" way. According to her, my favorite thing to do was sit shirtless, admiring my changing body, and embarrassing anyone of her friends that came over. I don't remember doing this, but it sure sounds like me. I don't like wearing shirts even to this day, and I was wearing a god damn bra after all. I was decent... if not modest, i guess. their embarrassment was their problem.

I don't remember doing it. I remember plenty of other things very clearly from that house, things that happened once and never again. but not that. And if I try to imagine it, to put myself in that place again, it's certainly not the same way she tells it. watching myself maybe, sure. I think I was doing that. but not admiring.

I remember one time in high school getting up to leave my councilor's office, and being struck suddenly realizing there was a mirror at my eye-height on the wall. I leaned in to look at myself, before realizing where i was and pulling back with an apology. "It's okay," he said, "that's what it's there for."

"No, it's not," I remember thinking, but not saying. "it's there for the same reason your box of tissues is on your desk. it's for students who need to make sure they're presentable before they leave. for them to check what's ON their face, not what is their face."

I remember being a kid. I remember lots of moments we have pictures of. I see the pictures, and I recognize everything and everyone but myself. I look at my hands every day and don't recognize them.

It feels a little like remembering what my mom looked like at my age, and being surprised when I look at her today and suddenly she's aged 20 years in a blink. i wonder if in another decade or so when I catch up to how old the earliest memories of my grandparents are, if that'll feel just as wracking.

I stand in front of a mirror and turn this way and that. stretch and flex. trace the lines and silhouette with an artists eye: wondering how I would recreate it on paper or in clay. manipulating it like a doll in my hands. studying it like a bug. wondering when that new beauty mark showed up. I get lost in the hairs and wrinkles and colors and try to make it feel like it's mine, like i'm in there.

I've never made a self-portrait I've recognized myself in, but I've looked at old self-portraits i've drawn years ago and recognized the drawing as being someone that looks exactly like the photos of whoever I was at the time.

I like mirrors. they're just weird.

[wistful-gremlin]

The Goblins of Wyrmspine

before I get into this one, I wanted to put a disclaimer/general blurb at the top, as this particular part of the project I was trying to be incredibly careful with. As a fantasy lover, I knew I wanted to include many traditional fantasy creatures in the world of Wyrmspine, while still putting my own twist on them. While this was a simple task for most, the goblins of Wyrmspine introduced somewhat of a dilemma. goblins have historically been both a staple of the fantasy genre, and a vehicle for antisemitic caricatures an stereotypes. As a fantasy lover, I wanted to include them in Wyrmspine, but had to understand throughout the process that, first and foremost, before my own personal feelings, I had to make sure that my portrayal of goblins was in no way damaging towards jewish people. I didn't want them to be represented in a way that would encourage stereotypes, antisemitism, or cruelty. I believe that fantasy worldbuilding can and should be an outlet for creativity, adventure, and curiosity, and that if the worlds I create enable hatred, or make people feel unwelcome in my work, then I have fundamentally failed as a creator. That being said, while I try as hard as I can, I am imperfect, and sometimes despite my best efforts, there is an element that I have not considered, and things can slip through the cracks. If something has slipped through the cracks now, I urge you to let me know so I can address it as soon as possible. Now, onto the main event.

The Goblins of Wyrmspine

Goblins are a heavily communal, subterranean race. As a rule, they have very little concept of “private property,” with a small number of exceptions, with all resources necessary for survival and comfort being shared among the group. Because of their environment, they rely heavily on sound for navigation and identification. Many goblins will carry around pouches of things that make pleasant sounds that aren’t natural to their environment, many learning to create coins from metal, and polish gems specifically for this purpose. Hearing this sound will identify them as other goblins, even if they can’t be seen. This helps differentiate the sound of breathing and footsteps between friend, and foe. Other goblins will attach windchimes to their belts, or wear shiny articles of clothing or items of jewelry. This allows them to be more visible to other members of the community, as these items will reflect light, and make sounds when they hit against each other. Shiny items are also placed as markers in certain important places, as their reflective nature allows them to be seen from a distance. This is mainly to help younger members of the community, as while most adults have memorized the layout of the cave systems they live in, younger children have not, and greatly benefit from visual guides. This can often lead to misunderstandings between goblins and other humanoids venturing into cave systems, as those without auditory markers can be mislabeled as a threat and attacked.

Goblins tend to be short, and have grey-green skin, similar in color to mossy rocks, which allows them to blend in with their surroundings and squeeze into small crevices to avoid dangerous cavern-dwelling predators. They most commonly have brown eyes, though some may have blue or green eyes. Their hair is also most commonly brown, but can also be black, or a similar grey-green to their skin. Their ears are large, and somewhat bat-like, to better enable them to navigate through audio cues. 

[bluezenzennie]

🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notes, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻 (no pressure)

I prefer wearing flowy clothes over skin tight clothes. My skin starts itching when the fabric gets too close to my skin and I feel like I can't breathe.

I really, really, like sitting in my tree swing and let the fresh air breeze make me feel like a wind chime, song softly flowing through the wind and out to the world.

Anything that makes sounds like windchimes, small bells, big bells, crystal clear clinking sounds that chime and sound pretty, makes my brain feel like it's being washed with cool water. I also crave having said things that make said sounds.

[shades-of-sapphire]

Cappuccino, hot

She was never much of a planner. She liked to plan things, to some extent, but she never felt the need to draw out every single thing down to the tiniest of details. She only needed the gist of a plan according to a particular objective, then she could happily improvise from there, as long as the objective of said day was well achieved. She liked the fact that she got the best out of the two traits; the anchorage from having a plan, the freedom of being impromptu. 

Her objective today was to get the air conditioner of her car fixed, and after a couple hours of hanging out at the service center she finally concluded the task. It was a rather warm and lovely Saturday evening, and going straight back to her flat sounded a lot like she was wasting the remaining hour of sunlight. It's not like she had things to do at home anyway – or someone waiting for her, she thought dryly, so she decided to wander by herself. 

As she slowed down her car for the upcoming traffic, she weighed her options. Her mind started to list the craziest things she was definitely not prepared for; swimming, running, bungee-jumping – 

Less extremes, she thought firmly, and started over. Go see a movie – that actually sounded nice. She picked her phone up from the empty front seat to check out the movies currently playing, when her eyes found the coffee shop just a couple hundred meters up front. Something from the exterior of the little cafe drew her in; while she was not much of a coffee drinker herself because she always preferred tea among the caffeinated beverages, sitting at one of the tables while enjoying the lasts of sunlight through the window did sound nice. Besides, they must serve other things other than coffee. So as the traffic inched forward, she happily improvised and pulled over to the café's parking lot. 

The sound of a small windchime hung above the door welcomed her in. As expected from a Saturday evening, the surprisingly spacious café was quite packed, but there were still a couple empty tables left, and aligned with her newly-found objective of enjoying the lasts of sunlight, there were still two empty tables by the window. Silently praying they stayed empty until she finished ordering, she crossed the room and glided to the register. 

"Good evening," the young man manning the register – his name tag read Albus – greeted her with a bright smile. 

She smiled back. "Good evening, Albus... Dumbledore? Like the headmaster?" 

He grinned. "Unfortunately, no, so just Albus please. To not ruin the fantasy." 

"Alright then, Just Albus." 

His grin evolved into a short laugh. "What can I get for you?" 

She started flipping the pages of the menu book in front of her. She liked this, having an actual, physical menu with actual, physical pages she could flip rather than having to scan a QR code to access some PDF. "Could you give me a moment?" 

"Sure, but if I may?" 

She looked up from the menu. Just Albus was looking at her, still with the same bright smile. "Sure, go ahead." 

He tilted his head a little, considering, smile unwavering. "Cappuccino, hot?" he deduced. 

She laughed, genuinely amused. "What makes you think I'm a cappuccino person?" 

"You look like a coffee lady, but maybe none too strong." 

Even though he was technically wrong because she wasn't even a coffee person to begin with, her impulsive side decided that she wouldn't mind a cappuccino this evening. "Alright. Hot cappuccino it is, then." 

He beamed, looking slightly proud of himself. "Coming right up." 

As he scurried to prepare her order, another voice came from her left. "For the record, you look like a tea lady for me." 

She turned and saw a man sitting on one of the bar stools lining the counter, close enough for him to hear the entire conversation of her with Just Albus rather easily. "Oh?" she offered, intrigued. "What gives?" 

He shrugged a shoulder – broad, she couldn't help but notice, even through the hoodie he was wearing. "Just a hunch. Black, no milk, with sugar but not too much?" 

She was both impressed and intrigued enough that when Just Albus was finished with her order, she decided to abandon the still-empty two tables by the window – despite her previous objective to enjoy the lasts of the rays – and go sit with the man by the counter because he somehow had guessed how she took her tea down to a T. 

She was never much of a planner and preferred to be able to improvise when she could, but this time she didn't really have the room to improvise because she needed everything to be perfectly executed. The insanely detailed preparation was grueling and she was worn out by the time they were done with one particularly packed Saturday. The only good thing keeping her from passing out right then and there in the car was the rendezvous she had scheduled that evening with an old friend. 

One look at the man sitting next to her behind the steering wheel told her that he was excited for the rendezvous, too. And if it hadn't, his next words would've given him away. "I actually have been looking forward to meeting him the entire week." 

She let out a chuckle. "Exciting, isn't it? We owe him a lot and he didn't even realize." 

"That's why we're meeting him now. He needs to know the consequences of his actions." 

Her chuckle evolved into a laugh, short but genuinely amused. "You call all of it consequences, now?" 

He shrugged a shoulder – broad, she couldn't help but faintly think, even now after she knew exactly how said shoulder looked and felt beneath the pristine shirt he was wearing. "Eh, one I'm extremely happy with." 

She thought she might feel just that, extremely happy, when she saw Just Albus, now a marketing associate in a prestigious company, walked through the door of the café once he worked at. She thought she might feel extremely happy when Just Albus still remembered her as the "cappuccino, hot lady" he once crossed paths with many years ago, despite never meeting her again after that fateful encounter. But then, as she pushed an invitation – a physical one that could actually be opened rather than some QR to scan – across the table to him, there was no doubt that she was. Extremely happy, that was. 

Just Albus widened his eyes in disbelief. "Is that what I think it is?" 

The man with the broad shoulders who was sitting next to her laughed. "Yes. We're getting married." 

"And it wouldn't have happened if it isn't for your cappuccino, hot guess," she added. 

Just Albus' eyes widened even more as she proceed to explain how his nonchalant guess of her beverage led to the man with the broad shoulders, now her soon to be husband, taking his own guess at her beverage preferences – which happened to be exactly right somehow. How that led to her sitting with him despite not knowing him at all, which led to a long, pleasant conversation while getting to know him, which led to her thinking she might have fallen in love with him by the time they got into their second beverages. 

Just Albus shook his head, astonished. "Not gonna lie, I was super confused when you reached out last week and have been wondering why, but I would've never guessed the reason to be this." 

Her soon to be husband chuckled. "Sounds crazy, right? We don't know how to thank you enough, man." 

Just Albus turned his gaze to her. "I do have one question, though." 

She smiled. "Sure, go ahead." 

"Was I even remotely correct with the hot cappuccino guess?" 

Her smile erupted into a laugh. "No, but I couldn't be more grateful for that." 

: I do still have one question for you, man  : shoot  : How does your bride to be actually take her coffee?  : she doesn't. she's a tea person :D  : Damn! 

[outer-space-face]

Thanks for tagging chir! I was also tagged by @littlekingbergara in this post so thank you mariah for the other tag! :D

nickname: I don't really have one if I'm honest. Y'all can come up with some I guess. Space face? Miss witch? Frog enchanter? All work honestly.

sign: scorpio

height: 5'6

last thing i googled: build a bear frog, I promise you it is the cutest thing in the universe I don't know how buold a bear does it. They're like happiness incarnate. Like they all just look so happy to be here it's the best! <3 :)

song stuck in my head: punisher by phoebe bridgers

followers: we're going at a whopping 71 ajshjsjsjs. I'm a baby when it comes to this beautiful hellsite and I haven't been here very long so thank you to all of those who have followed me and become my beautiful and beloved mutuals, I love you all so much :')))

amount of sleep: like, an okay amount? Not as much as I would've wanted but, pretty good. Maybe like 7-ish hours? I like my sleep 😌

lucky number: 7 & 11. 7 more so though.

wearing: PJs! I feel cozy, I woke up a little while ago.

dream job: acting of some sort. Honestly just creating. Acting is my true love when it comes to passions but I love directing and being involved in creating and idea making in every form in comes in. So a life that lets me be free to do that would be pretty great.

movies/books that summarize me: Kiki's delivery service (but you all knew that) & Amélie both summarize me pretty well, and they're some of my favorite movies :)

favorite song: I will NOT be able to answer this if it's just one, but a couple are Kyoto by Phoebe bridgers, Friday I'm in Love by The Cure, Giving in to the Love by Aurora.

favorite instrument: I don't really know, I just know that I like certain sounds together and the way they make me feel. But maybe violins or clarinets? Idk if this counts but also windchimes. I feel like if I were an sound or instrument I'd be a windchime. Anyway that's besides the point. The point is, I like sounds :)

favorite author: I don't really follow individual authors, I just kind of snoop around and find individual books I'm interested in. The only real time I follow authors is when it's graphic novels.

aesthetics: Witchcore, kidcore, nostalgiacore, cottagecore, & just the general disco aesthetic too.

favorite animal noise: tropical bird chirps!

random: I hope you have a good day! :)

I'm tagging: @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @earendilsass @watcherwatts @wonderfulwatcher @antipocalypse & anyone else who wants to do it! :D

Thanks for tagging me @tyridot this is fun!! :D

Nickname: Corv, Koro, Corvy, Corvid, Scotty-Boy. So basically any play on the names Corvus and Scott. But if you call me Corsussy I will kill you immediately.

Sign: Sagittarius

Height: I don't want to expose myself as small

Last thing Googled: Cursed crying emoji

Song stuck in my head: No One Lives Forever by Oingo Boingo!

Followers: 255!

Amount of sleep: Well I fell asleep at 6:30 am and woke up at 4:40 pm... I am nocturnal lmao

Lucky number: 5

Dream job: Either a forensic technician, mortician, or history professor!

Wearing: Black velvety lounge pants, calico cat paw socks, and a huge oversized KISS t-shirt with a cool comic book b&w print all over it

Movies/books that summarize me: Yeah what the fuck does this mean? I'm just gonna list my favorites, lol. Books: Frankenstein Dreams, A Year In The Life of William Shakespeare, Jekyll and Hyde, The Spy Who Came for Christmas, Murder As a Fine Art, Clan of The Cave Bear. Movies: The Batman, Reanimator, Malignant.

Favorite song: Uhhhh. Either uh The Black Widow by Alice Cooper, Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears, Killer Queen by Queen, or Laplace's Angel by Will Wood and The Tapeworms

Favorite instrument: PIPE ORGAN!! Maybe a Keytar?

Favorite author: David Morrell or Robert Louis Stevenson

Aesthetics: Vulturecore, dark academia, liminalcore, piratecore, vampirecore, victorian, light academia. Lots of browns, greys, black, white, yellow, green. Sometimes red.

Favorite animal noise: Cats :)

Random: You all mean the world to me! Tumblr is my safe place.

Tagging: @littlekingbergara @noa-nightingale @dreamcatcher-ranger @moth-yknowtheartist @hip-to-the-lottybean @gojoshugsquad

[koi-bysunset]

close your eyes, i’m trying not to kiss you

(PUTTING MAKEUP ON NIGHTOWL REAL NOT CLICKBAIT)

(this is the second intimate bathroom scenario ive done in a row. I JUST. REALLY LOVE BATHROOM SCENARIOS OK)

"ready to go out, cutie?"

nightowl leans on the doorway to the bathroom, crossing his arms. "dude, just a minute." you're leaning over the bathroom counter, putting on liquid eyeliner. "just… gotta get this… done. there." you lean back, admiring your handiwork from afar. blended eyeshadow, check. rhinestones, check. dark lipstick, check. graphic eyeliner, check. eyebrows, check. you look at nightowl through his reflection in the mirror. he's wearing a loose & dark purple button-down, unbuttoned dangerously low, a pair of tight black jeans, boots, and a choker to compliment the look. boyfriend? definitely check.

"oh wow. you look really fucking good, cutie. i won't be able to keep my hands off you tonight, i can already tell." he looks at you from head to toe, and it's starting to make you shy. you were about to say something when nightowl asks, "can you do something like that to me, too?"

you blink several times. "like… this?" you raise a neatly-plucked brow in question. you knew what he meant, but you wanted to make sure. "i mean i can, but it could take over an hour to do a full fa--"

"just the eyes will do, don't worry about it." he walks towards you, having already decided for himself, and traps you between the counter and his body. "pretty please?" he leans even more, his face mere inches from yours.

you roll your eyes, but you know your face is probably beet red right now. thank god for full-coverage foundation. "fine, fine." you look around at your makeup scattered around the counter. "what look would you like?"

he puts a finger up to his chin as he surveys the items. "how about something purple? so it matches my shirt." you nod approvingly and start to sort out the things you'll need, putting them in one corner. you put away the rest. "okay, so. i need you to face the light and stay very still. i'm gonna be gentle with your eyes but you gotta promise me–no hard blinking while i'm putting on your makeup. i hate hard blinking."

"aww, cutie's gonna be gentle with me?"

"nightowl i will gouge your eye out with a brush." he lets out a laugh that reminds you of windchimes at the beach. a light, tinkling noise, signaling sunny seashores and falling asleep with sand between your toes. "now be just hold on, okay?" you take his face in your hands and start your work, with him putting both of his hands on your waist to center himself.

"oh, lemme guess what you're doing to me!" you hold up a nude-colored tube. "is this… foundation?"

"wrong. it's primer."

"i don't even know what that is, cutie."

"well you see, it's kind of like a… protective layer? i guess?" you try to read the miniscule words on the tube in an attempt to see if it helps you with your words better. "like. we usually think makeup goes on the skin, right?" nightowl nods. "primer kind of adds another layer so our pores won't clog… i guess. i don't know, i'm just pulling all of this out my ass." he leans forward and laughs loudly, and he looks like he didn't expect that sound to come out of him. "yeah, yeah. i can tell." you tut at him, but you're failing to keep your smirk hidden. "just let me work, alright?"

you spread the primer on his lids with your fingers, then hold up two small tubs of what seems to be eyeshadow. "okay, so. which color?" you hold up purple and black. "aren't those going to be too dark?"

"well, i plan to use these cool neon glow-in-the-dark eyeliners to make it pop out, so it doesn't matter much," you say as you point the tiny container, lying horizontally. it reads überdecay 24-hour glowstick eyeliner.

"dude, that is fucking sick."

"i know right!"

nightowl contemplates for a moment, eyes looking back and forth between the two colors. "i mean, if it doesn't matter much then," he looks at you sheepishly. "is it okay to ask for both?"

you give him a small peck on the lips. "of course, baby."

you start to lay down the base colors, and the two of you lapse into a peaceful silence. "we are so gonna get in trouble with quest for being late." oh, right. you almost forgot that everyone's hanging out tonight at a bar then plan to go to a club after–except salo, of course("i think i'm too old to go to the club, dears," salo says, vehemently shaking his head, but you see the mischievous glint in his eye, hinting that he's had plenty of clubbing during his time). you smile, blending the colors together. "not if xyx gets him drunk enough first." as the silence stretches on, you can't help but get a little lost in your thoughts as you remember the first time bloombot introduced themself to you. it was a shock, but you remember the fear you felt when everyone started to be removed from the server. you remember being added back, immediately being in a call with nightowl, seeing his face too close to the camera, clearly struggling and failing to hold back tears. "hey… you're still here." he laughs in the midst of his sobs, and the sight is nerve-wracking. you spend the rest of the night on a call with the entire server, basking in the relief of everyone's reunion.

"cutie? you still here with me, babe?" you ground yourself back to reality and see nightowl looking concerned, brows furrowed together. "yeah, uh, no. i'm alright." you start to blend the eyeshadow on his other eye. "i just–i just remembered the day i almost lost everyone." you bite your lip. "the day i almost lost you." he gently holds your arm in his hand, pausing your work. "hey, hey. i'm right here, cutie. i'm here, in our bathroom, getting ready to meet everyone in the server." he looks at the mirror behind you and cracks a soft smile. "i look ridiculous right now, but it's you who's doing this to me. you're here with me. okay?" you can only nod, looking up at the ceiling to blink back tears. godfuckingdammit, you can't cry. not when you have 120 dollars worth of makeup on your face right now. fuck.

he waits for you to compose yourself before continuing. "i'll admit though, i was terrified. the server meant a lot to me before you came in, and when i met you and realized what i felt for you…" he lets out a humorless laugh, no longer sounding like windchimes on a sunny day, but an oncoming storm–clouds heavy with fear, rolling in with the threat of almost-despair. "having you ripped away from me, it felt like taking a nosedive. i was getting dizzy and i already had my hand on the bottle of jaeger when toasty settled things down and we got added back to the server." you look up at him, alarmed. "but if you did that, you would have failed your test!"

"i might as well have. i felt so hopeless."

"nightowl…" you reach up to cradle his face in your arms. he shakes his head. "if i had lost you, i might as well have lost everything. that's how important you are to me." he's looking at the floor now, eyes refusing to meet yours, his hands running up and down your waist. he's using you to ground himself.

"well then, it's my turn to tell you that i'm here now." you turn his face gently to face you, and he doesn't resist. "i'm here, we both are, in our bathroom. we're both getting ready to meet our friends and have a good time. and," you pull him in for a gentle kiss. "i still need to finish your eyeliner so you look really hot in the club tonight." he stares at you for a few moments and he finally gives into it, letting out a soft chuckle. you sigh in relief–the storm is clearing now, and you faintly hear the windchimes again–and you can't help but give him another peck. "now. stay put. i gotta be real precise with this and if i fuck up we'll have to start all over again."

nightowl repositions himself so you're both on eye-level, eyes already closed. "do your worst, cutie."

you dip the moist brush into the tub of eyeliner and begin. inner corner, then out, then back in, aaaand bullshit swirls all around the eye. there. you do the same pattern for his other eye, and you lean back, trying to gauge if there are adjustments needed. "are we done? can i open my eyes now?"

"not yet! here, lemme–" you purse your lips and blow gently for a few moments, nightowl's eyelashes fluttering in surprise but trying not to open them so he won't ruin what you made. "there we go, i think that's dry enough." nightowl opens his eyes and immediately checks his makeup in the mirror. "this looks so fucking good, holy shit. wow." you grin and do a faux curtsey. "thank you, thank you. master craftsmanship from yours truly." he looks back and sweeps you into a passionate kiss, one that leaves you breathless and dizzy. "thank you. for everything. for being there for me, for believing in me, for still wanting to get with me even though i called you a dumbass and took my anger out on you." he presses his lips on your forehead, and you close your eyes, feeling the puzzle pieces falling together. you look up at him with a smirk and say, "plus, you know, who's gonna put some finger-lickin', knee-slappin, booty-bangin' eyeliner on you?" he laughs again, and you realize why you always compare his laugh to the beach: it reminded you of home.

you grab his hand and lead him away from the bathroom. you'll fix the mess later. right now, you have the love of your life with you, looking absolutely gorgeous in dark eye makeup, and on your way to meet up with the other people you care deeply about. you look at him and ask,

"ready to go, cutie?"

[earlgreymon]

clean sheets and daisies

enlightenmonth 2022 (@koushirohikari) // [day 1-4] friends/family welcome to enlightenmonth!! let's see if i can finish them all lmao. i LOVE the dynamic between atlurkabuterimon and angewomon in the original adventure, so i think it will be nice to tell a story from tailmon and tentomon's perspective. also i love maid!tentomon. set on the day hikari and koushiro will return from the hospital after giving birth to their first son, also with a hint of kenyako :) I LOVE CRYING WORMMON

When she received the basket that would serve as her bed a few years ago, Tailmon immediately claimed the corner just below the torchère as her territory. According to her careful calculation, the spot was perfect because she could watch whoever came and go through the front door. At the same time, she had the view of all the greens and flowers planted on the balcony, just under the windchime that added to the relaxing vibe. With the apartment facing the east side, she would also be blessed to be woken up every morning by the sunlight that filtered through the balcony door.

This morning, however, it was the soft sound of a machine and a familiar buzz that forced her to open her eyes.

The first thing she caught was Tentomon, wearing his infamous maid apron, thudding the Roomba that got stuck in the corner of the TV cabinet. It was always hard to read his expression with his type of face, but Tailmon could figure that he was currently grumpy after living under the same roof for a couple of years already.

That, and because his knocks were getting louder.

Tailmon winced her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I think this device is broken!” Tentomon chided. “The advertisement said that it ensures ‘100% cleanliness in your home!’ but look at this! It can’t even clean this corner where the dust hangs out the most!”

Tailmon glanced at the said dent—an obvious right angle where a circle-shaped Roomba would never fit. Perhaps he forgot that not every robot could morph like a Mochimon. She sighed, jumping off her basket and lifting the Roomba away from the corner so the robot could return to a straighter lane.

“Now you can clean it with your broom, and the problem will be solved.”

“But Hikari-han won’t allow me!”

“Hikari isn’t home yet. I’m her partner, so we have an equal voice. Just clean it as you want, Tentomon.”

If his eyes could gleam, they would definitely do so.

“Ookinai, Tailmon!”

Tentomon was gone in a blink of an eye, coming back with a mini broom and a dustpan to sweep the corner. He hummed and even proclaimed how much he missed doing chores as if he didn’t do it secretly every time Hikari went out. After all, Hikari was the one who asked Tentomon not to act like a housemaid—including in the past nine months where she was required to lessen her activities, hence the purchase of the robot vacuum.

Tailmon strolled to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of milk from the fridge when she noticed there was a pot with uncooked rice soaked inside, just beside the sink. She once again eyed the happy bug in suspicion.

“Tentomon,” she called, repeating her question. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” he mumbled after understanding what Tailmon was referring to. “I am making porridge. Hawkmon said babies can only drink milk, but I reckon that is not enough to help the baby grow healthier. He needs more nutrition!”

“...but that’s the point, right? Babies can only drink milk.”

Tentomon paused.

“If that’s the point, then maybe you shouldn’t drink that milk, Tailmon. We need to save it.”

“But the milk can only be—” Tailmon stopped midway, remembering that Hawkmon only told her about where babies get their milk right after Tentomon flew away. Perhaps the concept of breastfeeding would be too strange, even for an intelligent Digimon like him.

“You know what?” she decided. “Let’s just make the porridge. I think Hikari and Koushiro will be hungry too.”

They ended up working side by side to cook the dish, with Tailmon mincing the ingredients and Tentomon mixing them into the pot while controlling the stovetop. The last thing to do was to wait for the porridge to cook, so they utilised the remaining one hour to have one final check on the master bedroom. Even though it had been left empty for three nights already, Tentomon managed to keep it tidy—Tailmon could even catch a faint smell of laundry. However, the spotlight was not the queen mattress on the centre. It was the wooden cot on the corner, decorated with hanging planets above. Inside, a teddy bear was resting comfortably under the blanket; its head looked so tiny even though the pillow where it rested was smaller compared to the ones that adults use.

Soon, its place would be taken by a baby boy.

“Oh, my. I cannot believe it,” Tentomon mumbled, clenching the cot’s fence with his forearms. “It feels just like yesterday when I saw Koushiro-han analysing the Digital World, and suddenly he’s an adult—” a sniff, “—and now he’s having a child.”

His melodramatic wail echoed across the room. Tailmon remembered another thing Hawkmon said about Wormmon having the change of hormone instead of Miyako. Perhaps the same thing happened to Tentomon. He was a delicate-hearted creature, after all.

But she couldn’t blame him. Even Tailmon felt like time flew way too fast. She still remembered how she watched a little girl with a pink scarf from afar, shifting her intention to kill into something more endearing. They had jumped together from one journey into another, beating monsters and meeting new friends. And now, flashing before Tailmon’s eyes, she witnessed the already-mature Hikari stepping into a new adventure called motherhood.

Tailmon exhaled. She decided to channel her melancholy by running outside to the adjacent park. She found a patch of daisies and picked some before dashing back up. Tailmon then tucked three stalks on the doll’s hand so it would look like the doll was carrying a bouquet.

“This should be a nice welcome to the baby,” she smiled before turning to Tentomon, handing the one remaining stalk. “And this is for you, Tentomon.”

“...for me?”

Tailmon nodded. “Thanks for taking care of the house. I hope we can continue to work together to protect Hikari and Koushiro’s little family.”

Tentomon’s eyes started to get watery again. The weeping returned in a split second, and Tailmon could only pat him on the back in hope to make him feel better. That was when her sharp ears caught the faint steps outside with an indistinct chatter—a signal that widened the upward curve on her mouth.

“They’re here,” Tailmon announced. “Come on, let’s greet them!”

A new chapter was officially begun as they opened the door to reveal a new family member.

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

Hellsing Commentary 2 Notes

This commentary is done by Taliesin Jaffe, the voice director and script adapter of Hellsing, Patrick Seitz, the voice of Luke Valentine, and Josh Phillips, the voice of Jan Valentine. Direct quotes may vary in accuracy, as these are written down from audio without transcripts. I also didn't write down every joke or piece of trivia because I feel like people who watch the commentaries should get to have some nice surprises for stuff that isn't covered here.

-Taliesin says that they take their cues from Dracula.

-According to Taliesin, on the day they recorded Alucard's flashback the VA that played Helsing "shows up to the door in a trench coat, bringing storm weather with him, and says 'Hello.' (Thick Dutch accent) and I was like 'Ah, Von Helsing!'"

-Someone sent Taliesin a box of cigars from Integra's brand at one point and he "went through them very fast, they're very nice."

-Like Crispin, Patrick would also listen to Integra's VA read the telephone book.

-Taliesin had to pull Mike McFarland to help him write "some truly vile things" for the Valentine brothers (mostly Jan.)

-Josh and Taliesin were both "groggy" (tongue-in-cheek 'hungover') the first day they came in to do the series together.

-Hellsing was only the third or fourth thing Patrick had worked on, so while coming back for Ultimate he got nervous about matching his prior performance, during his first tenure he was inexperienced enough to be like "So I talk after the beeps? Is that what- huh?"

-Josh and Patrick were the first choices for their roles and there "wasn't even a question" to Taliesin as for who would play the Valentine brothers.

-Taliesin's favorite line of Jan's speech prior to entering the Hellsing estate was cut due to not having enough time. After stating "I mean, what the fuck?" he was supposed to add "What do you do for a living with that thing!?"

-When working with Luke Valentine/Patrick, Taliesin says that the main fight was "Making sure you sounded like a cheap imitation and knockoff of Crispin without actually sounding like a cheap imitation and knockoff of Crispin."

-Patrick says "When my friends find out I was in this, they're always like 'Oh, you're like, a Valentine brother? Are you the one that swears!?' No. 'Oh. Oh…well, that's still cool.' Without fail!"

-Taliesin jokes that "When you're in doubt and you need Englishmen, you go to the video game Medal of Honor and you start taking all of their actors, is the trick."

-There was a lot of talk about Jan's Konami joke, because according to Taliesin the Japanese thought it never quite came off for them. They had a long talk about "Are people gonna get this?" but eventually decided to leave it in.

-They rewrote Jan's loudspeaker speech the same day they recorded it.

-The one that took the most time for recording OVA 2 was Walter's VA.

-Josh plays guitar and sings in his own band. At least at the time of the commentary, he shows up in LA "every once in a while."

-In regard to how Luke massacred the Hellsing soldiers, Patrick was deeply excited about how in Ultimate "I'm not just showing up and talking the big talk and then getting my ass beat down, I get to have some coolness first." One of Luke's moves while killing the Hellsing soldiers is also a reference to Fist of the North Star.

-According to an offhand comment by Taliesin, Jan wears a Nike jumpsuit.

-Josh apparently has lip piercings and Taliesin disparagingly jokes about how "It's the thirty minutes we have to wait for you to take out your hardware." while doing voiceacting. Patrick gleefully adds "It’s like a damn windchime, Jesus!" Josh comments a few minutes later that "You could actually play Mary had a Little Lamb on these two."

-The going-around-the-table-with-exhale reactions are "one of the things that drive me a little crazy about this job" for Taliesin, "'cause it works in Japanese, but you look at it and go 'How on earth am I going to make this work in English?!'"

-Both Taliesin and Josh comment on how Seras does not match her VA at all, calling Katie Grey this "serene, quiet...sweetheart" and a "peaceful little flower girl." She also sings and records her own "folky, girl-with-a-guitar" music.

-Taliesin has gotten to play with a monocle before and "you don't have to squeeze your eyebrow down as hard as you think."

-Josh comments that Crispin "gets to be a lot more insane in this one. Like, when this fight really gets going he's like, freaky."

-Taliesin is an H.P. Lovecraft fan.

-They had a tough time casting Walter, but eventually settled on a "Roddy McDowall" voice, because Taliesin likes "the sound of an old person who never really got very good at it."

-According to Taliesin, there is a common misnomer in Japanese that English is a faster language, which has made him come to believe that the Japanese put extra lip flaps into the show to make it easier for the dubbers. He actually wrote to them at one point with "Please, stop! Less animation, for the love of god!"

-Taliesin is annoyed about Luke Valentine getting so many shots out of what seems to be a small flintlock gun, pointing out that there's nowhere to actually fit the bullets in the gun. Patrick jokingly replies "I've got mind bullets!" They continue ragging on this for several minutes.

Taliesin: "But seriously, I see a lock, I see a stock, I see a barrel, I don't know where the bullets go, because that's a musket."

Patrick: "They go into Alucard."

Taliesin: "So why don't you just come in there with a matchlock, why don't you, like a little piece of burnt rope in your hand going 'Wait wait wait, just have to light the match here, hold on.'"

-There were "like 19 different things" written for Jan's line after he busts into the Round Table Conference, including "Shit," and "Hi."

-Because Crispin/Alucard's starting point is "a lot more chilled-out now," Taliesin got to build his levels of crazy, "same as Anderson," who's no longer "just crazy." Patrick comments at this point that he enjoyed Anderson during the original TV series, but likes him even more in Ultimate.

-The sound(s) for Alucard's hellhounds are made with "a layer of Crispin going 'AGHBLAGRAHH,' Crispin doing Tasmanian Devil," and an underlying high-end of "crying awful babies" that were reversed, chopped up, etc.

-Taliesin jokingly likens the moment to where Alucard finds out Luke isn't on his level as "it’s like suddenly finding your date won't put out." Patrick adds "He seems so let down: 'I thought you were different, different than the others,'" and Taliesin agrees, saying that that was exactly what they were going for.

-Patrick comments that they got Luke's death scene "in less screams than I thought, I thought I was gonna be shrieking all the way."

-"AND THOSE LAST SEVEN BULLETS THAT YOU WERE KEEPING IN YOUR FLINTLOCK!"

-The snarling/berserk "batshit crazy" version of Seras is what got Katie Grey the part back when she was cast, before Taliesin got the scripts or had even seen the anime. OVA 2 also happens to be the "last place of safety, casting-wise" for Taliesin, since starting on OVA 3 he has to start casting again.

-According to Taliesin, the Darby Bible is the bible to use when quoting.

-At the time of recording the commentary on OVA 2, Taliesin was working on getting contacts in Germany to make sure the German/Austrian/Dutch accents are correct. When casting, he also runs his ideas by Japan and "-they'll either say 'That's- that's nice,' at which point I know I have to think more on that because they're not happy, or they go 'Ooh, that's really cool,' and then, you know, you've done it."

[write-ur-wrongs]

Of Monsters and Men (pt. 1)

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier travel to a small seaside village after being hired to take care of a monster that has been terrorizing the villagers for months. However when they arrive, Geralt finds that the monster in question isn’t so easy to kill. 

A/N: This was getting to be quite lengthy, so I decided to split it into parts. This is the story I wanted to write when I first started watching the Witcher on Netflix and I am nervous and excited to finally be sharing it here!! Like with all my fics, I try to keep my Y/N has physically non-descript as possible, she/her and vibe are the only descriptors. I’ve also not proof-read but will edit errors as I see them post post lol. I hope y’all enjoy this!! Your feedback is always welcome :’)

this is approx. 2200 words and is largely setting the scene. I expect this to story to be told in no more than 3 parts. 

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When Geralt and Jaskier rode up to the quiet coastal village, they were struck by how calm and peaceful it was. The sound of waves lapping against the rocky shoreline, the rhythmic bumping of boats against the docks, and the soft clatter of driftwood windchimes melted together to create an atmosphere that soothed Jaskier to his core. He found himself gaping at the sights that surrounded him in wonder; truly taken by the way setting sun cast a golden glow on everything and painted the cloud-laced sky in rich hues of pink and orange.

“This place…” he sighed theatrically, waving his arms around, “is wonderful! Geralt are you not moved by the sight of it all? Does your soul not sing out! Oh, Geralt! Wow!”  

The witcher only rolled his eyes at his friend’s dramatics. Jaskier was always so blown away by the simplest things and it both amused and annoyed Geralt. Yes, the sky and the sea were beautiful sights, but more importantly, they were merciless vehicles of danger, death, and destruction; and Geralt knew better than to romanticize things that were, at their core, dangerous.

Sensing the bard’s eyes on him, Geralt gave him a hum of acknowledgement hoping it would be enough to satisfy Jaskier’s need for collective appreciation. It was, as he dreaded, insufficient.

“Come now, Geralt!” he enthused, “take that stick out your arse for a moment and appreciate the sights and sounds of this charming inlet! Listen to the sea! The chimes, Geralt! Listen to how the wind tickles the –”

“For fucks sake, Jaskier! It’s a fucking port city just like any other. This place is one bad storm away from being wiped out by that scenic sea of yours!”

“Yeesh,” Jaskier said letting out a low whistle. “Was it the stick in the arse bit? Too far?”

“Jask-”

“- because look, you are very stoic but – and I mean this as a compliment Geralt, so don’t get your leather in a –”

“Jaskier!” Geralt interrupted gruffly as he dismounted Roach with a huff. “Will you please shut up! Let’s just find the stables and the inn and get this over with.” Without waiting for Jaskier to catch up to him, he led his mare deeper into town.

Jaskier, refusing to let Geralt’s gruff exterior get him down, dismounted gracefully and lightly jogged to meet up with him, his lute clacking loudly against his back as he ran.

“Remind me again what dreadful little creature brings us out to this enchanting harbor?” he asked, still jogging a little to keep up with the witcher’s long strides.

“Don’t know yet.”

“Oh, ho-ho! A mystery? Always makes for a good song. What do we know so far?”

Geralt stopped and turned slightly towards the bard before speaking.

“Apparently a creature has been killing and dismembering men in town. They are being killed at all hours, bodies found in town, at sea, or out in the surrounding forests. Seems nowhere is safe.” Geralt let his cat-like eyes linger on the bard’s horrified expression for a moment before turning back and keeping on the path into town, shaking his head at Jaskier’s queasiness.

“Yeesh – Geralt! You’re not serious! Why would you bring me with you!?” Jaskier picked up the pace, suddenly wanting to be closer to his friend.

“You invited yourself,” Geralt said, trying to contain his smile, “as always.”

“Of course, I invited myself! You’re far to proud to admit you’d miss me.” Jaskier retorted. “Let’s get these horses to the stables, get rooms, and find food so that you can sort this out as quickly as inhumanly possible,” he said, speaking quickly and with a light waver, trying to pretend the quaint seaside village around him didn’t now leave him chilled to the bone.

“Hmm,” Geralt chuckled, happy to have managed to scare the bard into silence, at least for the time being.

The local pub was busier than Jaskier had expected when they rode into town. Seems the reason the village was so peaceful upon arrival was because everyone had already made their way to the bar. Fortunately, he’d managed to nab them a table by the stone fireplace; after a day of riding alongside the sea, Jaskier was desperate for a cold ale and a warm fire.

“Alrighty then, Geralt,” Jaskier said, holding his hands up to the hearth, “what have we got so far?”

“Not much,” he replied, tearing apart the loaf of bread a barmaid had brought over moments prior, “a couple people stopped me at the inn to ask me if I was here to kill the beast, but they didn’t have any information to offer besides the fact that it was a constant threat.”

“Well, maybe you’ll have more luck here – I mean look around, you’d think the whole town’s come to drink!”

“Port cities, Jask,” Geralt said, letting his gaze scan the room slowly, “the people here either spend their days at the mercy of the sea or waiting for their loved ones to come home. You drink for sorrow and for hope of a bright tomorrow.”

“That was poetic as fuck, Geralt! My influence?” he teased, shooting the witcher a cheeky grin, who merely grunted distractedly in reply.

Now ignoring his still-talking friend, Geralt’s eyes had landed on the two women working behind the bar. One was talking excitedly and kept casting quick glances toward the bard, blushing brightly when she caught his eye, while the other was watching Geralt with inquisitive eyes.

“… I tell you Geralt the more you allow yourself to – oh! Speaking of which, here come a few now!” Jaskier flourished, winking enthusiastically at the blushing barmaid who was making her way towards them sheepishly.

Geralt sat back in his chair and rolled his eyes, already tired of the flirting he was about to witness. To his surprise and great pleasure, Jaskier got up and met her halfway, leaving him in peace with his thoughts.

Having brought his attention back down to the bread before him, Geralt didn’t notice that he had company until she was right in front of him. Sensing her presence, he shot his gaze up quickly, and found her staring at his wolf medallion with a quirked brow.

“Forgive me,” she started, her deep, velvet-like voice washing over Geralt like morning sun after a cold night, “but you’re… a witcher?”

“I am,” he replied, giving her a crooked smile, his own voice, low and gravely and smooth, not going unnoticed by the woman before him. “Geralt, of Rivia.”

“Oh fuck,” she said, with a breathy sort of laugh, “so you’re not a witcher, you’re the Witcher then, aren’t you?”

Geralt let out a low and modest grunt, shaking his head at the comment. He thought himself immune to the scrutiny and awe that came with being the White Wolf, having carried the title for so long, but there was something about the way she was looking at him that left him shy.

“I’m,” he faltered needing to stop to clear his throat, having made the mistake to look her in the eyes, “just a witcher. Really.”

“Well, they don’t send you out for just anything, do they? For you to be out here in our little hamlet…” she squinted at him with a small tilt of her head, “we must be under some kind of threat. Should I be worried?”

“I was hoping you’d tell me, –” he stopped, waiting for her to introduce herself.

“Y/N,” she replied quickly, offering Geralt a warm smile despite the fact that she’d just crossed her arms, “and I mean we do get the odd ruffian coming through town. They always make a mess of things, don’t they? Beyond that, well, I suppose alcohol does breed violence in some,” she gave a light, one shouldered shrug, “but that’s not the kind of crime that would reach your ears.”

Geralt hummed thoughtfully, taking his time to consider Y/N’s words. She seemed almost too friendly, and there was something about her that both drew him in and had him putting up his guard.

“A monster has been picking the men of the village off one by one.” Leaning back into his chair to put some distance between them. “I’m surprised you wouldn’t be aware, considering,” he nodded towards the bar, “your job here.”

“Meaning what?” she retorted, wearing a playful smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Only that you must hear a lot,” he gestured vaguely to the crowd surrounding them, “and see a lot, doing what you do. I would have expected that the disappearance and dismemberment of men in town would be something of note.”

“Well,” Y’N tsked, “I’m sorry to say that you’ve been brought out here on something of a fool’s errand. There’s no monster here; the tale of disappearing men has been told here for months. It started with a woman, too embarrassed to admit that the man who impregnated her left her overnight, telling everyone that a creature from the forest killed him. From there the story grew wilder with every retelling.”

“Hm,” Geralt hummed, watching Y/N carefully with narrow eyes, “I was told dismembered body parts were turning up, consistently, after each disappearance, and that they were being identified as belonging to the latest victim. Besides, I was hired to come here. Why would someone pay me coin to rid a town of ghost?”

“People struck by tragedy will claim to see many things, Sir Geralt,” she replied softly, “not all of them will be true. A dead fish floating at sea, a creature mauled by wolves by the roads, rotten meats abandoned by vendors…” she shrugged, “the mind will twist the truth in order to bring comfort. Who hired you?” 

She added that last question quickly, and Geralt could tell it was calculated. Sensing this, he only replied with a quirked brow and a tilt of his head. 

Y/N betrayed no sense of frustration when she realized the Witcher wasn’t going to elaborate. Instead, her eyes softened, and she smiled at Geralt with what he perceived as pity. 

“Look, the truth is that there is no monster here. Isn’t that right Thalia?”

“Sorry, what?” Thalia, who had just walked back over the Geralt’s table with a tray of ales in her hands, was breathlessly giggling at something Jaskier had whispered in her ear. As she and Jaskier placed four ales on the table, Y/N took a seat across from the Witcher and quickly explained got the two up to speed.

“Oh goodness, that! I can not believe our town’s little lore made it to your ears, Sir Geralt!” She said with wide eyes as she snuggled up next to Jaskier, clinking her tankard with his before taking a generous sip.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jaskier coughed on his ale, “you’re telling me there’s no monster here? That we might actually be able to enjoy a little rest and relaxation here without any horrible monster-killing business? Geralt this is good news!” he exclaimed, smacking his free hand on the table for emphasis.

Geralt only growled out a hum in response, never taking his eyes off Y/N.

“I’ll admit,” Thalia continued, seemingly unaware of the tension between the Witcher and her friend, “it’s scary to think about – you know, murder – but when you actually think about who disappears, it’s not difficult to see the truth.”

At this, Geralt turned his fierce gaze away from Y/N. “What do you mean, ‘who disappears’?”

“O-only that the men who leave aren’t really the type that anyone would miss.” She replied, stuttering a little against her best efforts to not recoil at Geralt’s inhuman eye-contact. “They were mean, violent types. The kind of man that would get crueler the more he drank. Just, awful, evil men, right Y/N?”

Y/N nodded quickly in agreement, taking a slow sip of her ale. “Good riddance.”

“Exactly!” Thalia agreed, clinking her glass to Y/N’s.

“Hell, I’ll drink to that,” Jaskier laughed, before picking his lute up off the floor. “What do you say ladies, a song?”

Thalia cheered loudly and encouraged the rest of the patrons to listen to the bard, letting them all know that he was in fact, the one who traveled with the great White Wolf. Jaskier was positively floating from the adoration as he danced around the pub, pulling cheers and applause after every song.

All the while, Geralt never took his eyes off of Y/N, who had retreated back to the bar after finishing her drink.

Geralt wasn’t sure what to believe. He had a strange feeling about this place from the moment he and the bard arrived, and it frustrated him to no end that even after hours in town, he was no closer to understanding the source of his discomfort. One thing was for certain, something about the story he heard here tonight did not add up, and he definitely didn’t trust its source.

Y/N was standing behind the bar washing glasses, but she wasn’t focused on the task at hand. Instead, her eyes were trained on the crowd before her. Geralt watched her as she scanned the pub with calm, slow-moving eyes that jumped from patron to patron.

The witcher was distracted for a moment when Jaskier sauntered into his sightline, singing a loud chorus of Toss a Coin to Your Witcher. Despite himself, Geralt couldn’t help but smile at the bard, whose face was flushed from the ales and the exertion.

However, as Geralt watched Jaskier twirl across the crowded pub, something in his peripheral vision made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Y/N had turned he head and was staring right at him with a pair of pitch-black eyes.  

Like a shot, Geralt turned his gaze to the woman behind the bar – his heart beating loudly in his ears – only to find her smiling warmly at him, her eyes their normal shade.

Instinctively, Geralt brought his hand up to his wolf-head medallion, hoping it would signal the presence of some supernatural evil. But he felt nothing.

He didn’t know what she was, but she was not human.