#its an angst yume

[yournamelesswriter]

Picollo lupo mio

I've been very interested in someone as you can see.

[shun-nie]

SatoSugu x reader

=>They can't reach you while you're on a mission.

—>a little angst to fluff

!!!!!swearing, gn!reader, mentions of death!!!!!

"Why did Yaga-Sensei gave the mission to Y/N anyway?" Satoru said as he frowned, you left early this morning and still didn't came back.

"Because Y/N always finishes their work smoothly, they always thinks logically and moves smart in missions." Suguru replies, he missed you too. He was also annoyed that Yaga-Sensei gave the mission to you but it was understandable why he did that. Suguru sighs, he and Satoru were sitting on a bench, sulking beacuse you're not here.

"I missed Y/N, Suguru. Why haven't they come back yet? The mission shouldn't be too hard for them right?" Satoru whined, it was so boring without you. And you always finished the missions quickly, plus you would call them if you were going to be late. Suguru frowned, what if something had happened to you? Sure you were strong and smart (pretty too) but anything could happen right?

Suguru immediately took his phone out of his pocket, went into his contacts and tapped your name. Satoru stopped whining and turned his gaze to Suguru, watching him get impatient as you didn't pick up. Suguru called you for the second time, after ringing a few times, he heard the message "the person you are calling cannot be reached at the moment, please try again later". Suguru looked at the phone screen, why weren't you picking up?

"They usually pick up the phone even if they're busy..." Satoru said quietly, he was thinking the worst scenario. Did you got hurt? Oh god. What if you did?

Suguru got up from the bench and looked at Satoru, Satoru undertood what he meant even if he didn't say anything. He stood up as well, they both walked off to find Yaga.

[meanwhile]

"Fuck, this shit hurts." you said as you clenched your fists, pressing a cloth over the bleeding wound. The mission went smoothly, there was two 1st grade curses. You got rid of them but then a special grade showed up, and there was a little girl in its hands. You had to save the child first, you did save the child and killed off the special grade but you were injured badly.

"Y-Y/N-san, please don't-please don't die!!!" the little girl cried out, tears running down her face. You panicked a little but calmed down.

"Hey, I won't die. Don't worry. I'm one of the strongests, y'know?" you grinned, you actually felt like shit and your head was hurting, there was a ringing in your ears, your phone was broken, you were bleeding from multiple spots. 'Fuck, I'll probably die.' you thought, guilty that you lied to the little girl.

"W-what do we do?! You'll die!!!" the little girl cried even louder, hugging your body close. Not wanting to let go. You sighed and pat her head, thinking of a way out.

"Say, what's your name?" you asked gently.

"Y-Yume..."

"Yume, that's a pretty name. Just like you." You said and smiled, Yume wiped her tears. Looking at you.

"Yume, can you find me a long stick?"

[...]

"Sensei, we have to look for them!! Let us leave!!

"I said no, Satoru. Y/N is strong, no need to worry about them."

Satoru clenches his teeth, clearly angry. Yaga refused to tell where you are and both Satoru and Suguru were worried about your safety. Sure, you were strong. There is no doubt in that, but you were still human and not an immortal. You could've die while they were sitting on a bench doing literally nothing. Suguru frowned at the idea of you dying alone, he wouldn't want that. You didn't deserve that.

Yaga couldn't reach you too, you didn't pick up his calls either. He was worried too, but he knew you were strong and believed that you would manage to get the work done.

"Sensei, we know Y/N is strong. But that doesn't change the fact they can get hurt." Suguru said, trying to remain calm. Yaga looked at them and opened his mouth to talk but Haibara opened the door harshly, he had a scared look on his face. Satoru and Suguru shared a look before looking at Haibara, Yaga was about to scold him for not knocking but he got silent as his eyes widened at Haibara's words.

"SENSEI!!! Y/N-SAN CAME INJURED, THEY'RE NOT BREATHING!!!!"

[...]

"..-/N...!"

".Y/-....!"

"Y/N!!"

"..The hell do you want? Don't scream in my ear you dumb fuck..." you said with a tired tone and opened your eyes slowly. Blinking multiple times to adjust the lights.

You saw 2 familiar faces when you opened your eyes, then you sense that there are 3 people in the room. All the eyes on you.

"Glad to see you're the same even if you came back from death." you heard Shoko's voice, she sound tired. And her voice was hoarse, did she cry?

You tried to process what had happened for a few seconds, and when you remembered what had happened, you immediately sat up in bed. Your head, throbbing as you did so. Suguru and Satoru were looking at you with concerns, Satoru probably cried as his eyes were red. Oh. Oh shit.

"Yume...Where is Yume? Is she okay?" You asked quickly, turning your gaze to Shoko, she sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, there was not even a scratch on her body. She's sleeping in your room." Shoko said and got silent for a moment before talking again.

"You almost died and you're not even worried about yourself..?" Shoko said quietly. You sighed and let Suguru lay you down on the bed.

"I'm sorry. The special grade just showed up, I couldn't just left Yume to it's hands." you replied quietly, "Sorry..." You said again. Suguru kissed your forehead, he was holding your hand as your other hand was being held by Satoru. Shoko walked over to your bed and kissed your cheek, it hurted to see you in this position.

"Just rest, yeah? Don't worry much about it." she said and walked towards the door, leaving the room to smoke her stress off. You were left with Satoru and Suguru, Satoru was resting his head on your stomach as he played with your fingers. Suguru was stroking you hand with his thumb, probably think of which words he should say.

"Satoru, Suguru. I'm sorry I worried you both." You said, not looking at them. Satoru pulled his chair closer to your bed, kissing the side of your lip softly before grinning. Teasing you about how depressed you sound, you teased back telling he looks as depressed as you. Suguru watched you both and smiled to himself.

He was glad you didn't left them.

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[haru-natsuka]

My Love (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader)

Genre: Angst

Atatakana yuri kago

hoshi no hikari yorokobi yo

ima mo mitsumeta hitomi tomo nii you

osorezu yume kara samete mo

Nemureya nemure ii toshigoyo

Omae ga doka yume no naka

michibiku

hikari e to

Ayumu youni

A melancholic song filled the still silence of the night as the moonlight illuminated the lonely individual. Singing an old lullaby, she held her newborn child in her arms and expressed her deep affection for her little one through the melody. She attempted to keep singing but felt her throat begin to tire, even though she did not want to take a break to drink water for every minute mattered.

The mistress hoped that her son would understand how much she loved him by the way she sang for him. She wanted him to remember her with every note of the song, even if it was only a faint memory in his heart. She loved her son with every fiber of her being and did not want him to forget it, even if her own time was running out.

Her infant remained asleep in her arms, which made her smile with happiness. The smell of the baby made her continue to shower it with love and affection, showering him with kisses and cherishing him. She already did care for him since he existed in the world and never stop giving out her love and power for him as for a dragon egg to hatch, it needs the love and power from its parents the most. If only his father was not the King of Briar Valley, they could love happily together.

Atatakana yuri kago

hoshi no hikari yorokobi yo

ima mo mitsumeta hitomi tomo nii you-

Her singing came to a halt as the voice of the opening door echoed through the halls, alerting her to Malleus's presence. It was time to say goodbye, the mistress, unfortunately, had no choice in the matter. The separation of mother and child was too cruel to fathom, but Malleus did not care for her feelings. Even as she begged, he paid her no mind, because, in his eyes, she was not Yuu. The mistress knew that the cruel fate that awaited her would come to pass, and she would be separated forever from her dear son.

The mistress felt her tears falling down her cheeks, no matter how hard she tried to conceal them. She held her baby boy closer and hugged him tighter, not wanting the moment to come where she would bid him goodbye. The mistress understood that a child required the love and affection of both parents, and that she was the mother of her baby.

"It is time," she heard Malleus's warning words coming from behind her. She was too afraid to turn around or face him, for she was determined to keep her baby boy hidden and out of his sight. But deep down, she knew this wasn't possible, and that she would eventually have to come to terms with this separation and say her farewells. She knew that the moment she'd been avoiding for so long was upon her, and yet, she could not find the strength to accept it.

The mistress replied, "Please, let me just have a day more with him. He just came into this world, and he is my little child. We created him together, and I want to have that time with him."

However, in response to her plea, Malleus coldly retorted, "My heir is not yours. Yuu is the rightful mother. She is my wife, not you.” The mistress was stunned once more, realizing that she would not be able to convince Malleus otherwise. He maintained his cold glare on her. She was never deemed as his wife, Yuu was. It was true that the mistress had only given birth, but Yuu was the chosen one and her marriage with her husband was only for an heir for the fae legacy.

"Being stubborn will lead you nowhere," Malleus said angrily, as he tried to snatch the baby from her. The mistress continued her futile struggle to keep her child to herself, but felt herself failing as Malleus's grip on her arms grew tighter. It was a losing battle, and she knew that there was no other choice but to let her baby son fall into Yuu's hands.

“Then, just for a while. One minute more”

With a kiss to her son's forehead, she casted her unique spell, hoping to preserve his memory of the rhymes she had sung to him every night. For this song was one that was sung to a child from their mother, and it was something that she wanted to preserve his memory of, so he would have that part of her forever. Now that she was to be separated from her son, this song and memory would remain with him forever, always there to comfort him and remind him of her and their time together.

“I never care when you married me without love. I never care when you want to get rid of me but for this sinless child, give him all you got”

A warm cradle

Starlight and the happiness

Even now I will be by your side as we look at each other

Don’t be afraid even if you wake up from the dreams

Sleep, sleep, my beloved child

In dreams, I pray you would be guided to walk toward the light

[nanaminokanojo]

00:00:01

Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | You

A spin-off to this.

TW: angst without comfort | mcd

I went to my personal Instagram account where I thought I won't see Satoru on my reels, but suddenly, this edit of his high school days comes up and the song was Lamp's "Yume Utsutsu" and I go, "Oh come on! I just stopped fucking crying!" Anyway, please enjoy and suffer with me.

~*~

You truly are alone now.

It was a selfish thought. It was uncalled for in that situation, unjustified even. Everything was at a standstill as the scales tipped over in favor of the curses. And in the middle of it all, Gojo Satoru, the only honored one between heaven and earth, has fallen.

The strongest has fallen. To everyone else, at least, what was palpable was the fact that the odds just became more daunting without him. If Gojo himself was defeated, lying in a pool of his own blood, what hope was there for anyone else?

It was the truth, but you couldn't process that at all, everyone else be damned. The whole world could be on the verge of exploding and the whole human race could go extinct in a blink of an eye. Still, all you could feel were the cold hands of loneliness as it slowly wrapped its icy fingers around your heart.

Gojo Satoru was your best ally in all sense of the word, one of the two dearest friends you have left. Above everything else, he was probably the only one in the world who fully understood the weight you carried all those years ago. It was a burden you shared with him, and somehow, it was easier knowing there was someone else who knew your pain in its molecular degree. It comforted you that for once, when he said he knows, you believed it.

And yet, you stood behind multiple screens, watching the only person in the universe who truly knew you. You've never felt lonelier in your life.

One last time, you saw the glory behind those impossibly blue eyes shine their brightest before turning glassy and dark as the life in them drained out, amplified by the red that began to surround his snow-white hair. The Gojo Satoru that you knew lay in tatters in the midst of the rubble, a patch of blue sky in a field of crimson blooms.

This time, no one will sit with you and hold you together while you drown every semblance of feeling like you did when Geto Suguru died by his hands. No one will know you well enough to know what to say or do. No one will comfort you enough to ease the debilitating pain that rendered you an inch towards death on the inside.

Your only true ally was gone.

"Brave of you to come here alone," the voice of your former lover said, coming like jagged spikes through your chest, knowing that it wasn't really him who was talking to you. "But I guess, I understand why you're here."

Geto Suguru, or rather Kenjaku, beckoned you over with a flourish of his hand, gesturing towards the chair across from him. It wasn't hard to look for him, having been too accustomed to the life force he possesses, one you would recognize without a doubt even if it was tainted and violated by a dark presence.

You did as you were told, glancing over the destroyed wall of what remained of the high-rise cafe he chose to witness the battle between Gojo and Sukuna. You merely stared down at the chaos below, merely recognizing the spot where Gojo currently lays.

"You mourn..."

Your lifeless eyes shifted towards the man before you, very much like the one you knew in your youth, loved and cherished with everything that you are, the same man Gojo Satoru calls his only best friend. The only thing that told you outright that it was a different being before you were those cursed stitches on his forehead, and yet you tried your very best to look past them.

An exhausted smile etched itself across your lips as you looked into those eyes, trying to find the amber in them despite being muddled in a darker color. He looked disconcerted as he regarded you.

"The day you died, I..." you started, swallowing the lump in your throat. You breathed in deeply, drawing as much courage as you can muster in your current state. With a sigh, you said, "Satoru and I mourned your death, you know."

"Geto Suguru cannot hear you."

You chuckled. "We were both such a mess." Again, you glanced at the spot where you knew Gojo would be, ignoring the vicious words that cut you deeper than any slashes Sukuna could ever inflict. "From the moment you decided you didn't want to stand on the same side with us anymore up to that moment you declared war. Satoru was way better at dealing with his feelings. Always have been, but I cannot say he didn't struggle to figure out where to start picking up the pieces, too."

Tears started pooling in your eyes, but you still smiled despite all the hurt. "No one understands us more than each other where you're concerned. And even in his last conscious moments, I bet he's thinking of you."

Just then, a hand covered yours, a familiar warmth surging in through every pore of your skin which it touched. Those fingers squeezed yours, reassuring albeit weak. It was gone before you could make sense of it, and you were met with the smirking face of Geto Suguru, a concealment of the fleeting sorrow that crossed his features.

You hung your head low, closing your eyes as memories of your youth with both Gojo and Geto started flashing before your eyes. And when you raised your head, your tears had finally fallen. "And now...the only person I share that with is also gone."

You took a deep breath, letting the painful truth of it all sink in and engulf every cell in your body. Gojo Satoru, who had been your rock through everything, wasn't there to hold you together like he did before even if he himself was falling apart back then. You wished you could have at least held his hand as he was lost to the world, made sure he knew he wasn't alone like he did for you back then. But what can you do?

"I'm going to miss him terribly no matter how annoying he is," you murmured through hollow laughter. "I couldn't even thank him."

You grinned bitterly. "I thought he couldn't hear me."

Kenjaku – you choose to call the being before you for who he really is – shrugged. "I must say Geto Suguru's spirit is just as hard to break as it is to face Gojo Satoru. It's not easy possessing this body like any other. I see why they're the strongest."

"You should instead see why they are friends," you corrected. "They're not just 'the strongest' as you put it. Shame you had to pit them against each other for the second time."

"I..." Kenjaku choked the word out, a single tear falling from his left eye. "Y-y/N..."

You nodded, directing your gaze down to where Gojo was. "I know, Suguru. I know. I'm sorry, too."

"Enough –"

Kenjaku can't seem to take full control as his face contorted into confusion and frustration, so you took your chance.

"You did your best for Riko. I'm proud of you, I hope you know that." Your tears flowed freely now. "Satoru did his very best for everyone, too, and I know he's just as proud of you for doing what you can until it got too much to handle. You two just grew up too fast, but I guess you can both rest easy now."

Again, you met his gaze. "Sorry we couldn't do as you asked us – live long and happy – but know that we both wanted to. Even if you weren't there anymore."

You stood up and crossed the space between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and running your fingers through his dark locks one last time. You were half expecting to die at that very moment, but that moment didn't come even as you stayed longer than you could ever hope to do so.

"But at least Satoru can keep his promise to meet you again now." You kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry if I might take a bit longer, but I'll make the same promise Satoru did..."

You drew back and walked towards the edge of the open wall, and with a wave you said, "We'll meet again."

~*~

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20230924]

[comingyourlugubriousness]

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A chibi drawing for Pride! This time including my HC for Idia. I HC him as Demi-Romantic and Pansexual! (These are just my HC's everyone is entitled to their own.)

I also wanna ramble about Idia and his perspective/relationship with love and romance in general.

In the ghost marriage event, we get glimpses into a couple characters' view of romance, what they want from a partner in the future, and just how they view love in a general sense.

Idia's outlook on romance and love is expectantly pretty negative. He claims he doesn't think 'eternal love' exists and looks down upon people who fall in love easily. Claiming that expressing strong emotions is embarrassing and that those feelings are just from "chemicals in your brain". To me, this teenage angst-fueled perspective is just a self-imposed defense mechanism to hide from the REAL issue. That issue is that frankly, Idia doesn't think he can be truly loved. He finds the idea that someone could see him for who he is and know about the things he’s done and still love him, to be an impossibility. And so he projects that outward onto others and his general world view. There’s also another layer that Idia does not think he is deserving of that love and by extension the happiness that comes with it. (Due to his past.)

Being happy is an impossibility for him so, by extension, so is loving someone romantically and being loved in return.

He’s definitely closed himself off in that regard and has come to a gloomy acceptance with it. 

But only for the most part.

 I think there's a part of Idia that really craves that intimate connection with a person. But he’s both too afraid to commit to a person and too self-conscious to show his full self. Plus even if he did fall in and love to commit to a person he would be condemning them to be a part of his cursed family and live that life with him. (Which he would view as the worst-case scenario for the person he loves, being trapped like he is.) So the very act of him loving someone and wanting to be with them is selfish in his eyes.

Overall, I think Idia could only fall in love with someone he makes a deep connection with, so friendship would definitely be the start of the relationship. Honestly, I think falling in love with someone would sneak up on him and he would be so hesitant to go forward with his feelings, even if it was mutual. His partner would have to have a delicate balance of patience and persistence, and maybe even take getting rejected a few times by him, before he gives in and lets himself be happy with this person in the moment. Though he would still always feel like it wasn’t going to last.

But beyond all the gloom and doom Idia wants someone to love him. He wants to have those cheesy date troupes and do all the cliches and be sappy with his partner. He wants to be so cringe about it and not even care because he's in love. And more than anything he just wants…a happy normal relationship. Something so simple as holding hands with his partner on a date seems like an impossibility, a dream, but he wants it…he’d never admit it though…and it won’t happen. So its easier just to say that “true lasting love” isn’t real...

...Right?

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Also Idia's shirt:

And Yume's outfit is based of this artwork!

[chisakifiles]

you save me over and over again | chisaki kai overhaul yume/comfort oneshot

by popular demand. (im kidding) hope this is enjoyable since its my first time writing for tumblr. anyways an intervention was necessary and i need a lil kiss on the forehead yk

content warning; self harm (literally the first line of text), suicidal tendencies, angst, genderneutral!reader. disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction and is not based on any real events.

I sat on his bathroom floor and watched the blood pool. I felt the emptiness get replaced with the sting of the wounds along my arms and everything was finally quiet. This wasn't my first time doing this and expecting my life to end. I cut my arms and wrists before. I tried a gun in my mouth, and another one to my head. I even “accidentally” took too many pills on purpose. But every single time I deliberately forget to lock the door, and he has found me every single time. I tell myself to lock it every time I plan, too. Yet something deep inside me hopes he will open the door, and he does. Every single time. This time was no different.

The static noise in my head is replaced with the peaceful buzz of the burn in my arms, but I felt dizzier too. As if the sound echoed through my head, I heard the bathroom door open in the distance, even though it was directly to my left. Oh dear. Someone's here, I thought. I wonder if it's him.

"Fuck!" I heard them scream, and then rush to their knees in front of me. Oh, it's his face. It's him. Again. He's so lovely. Fuck. He held my face for a second and called my name. I blinked slowly and surveyed his frantic body. He immediately picked me up and placed me on the closed toilet seat. Grabbing bandages and rubbing alcohol, he attempted to clean my wounds before dressing them. The cuts were deep enough to make someone scream if alcohol were to touch them, but when he rubbed it across my arms, all I could do was flinch. My face remained empty. He looked at me with worry for my lack of reaction. "Y/N? Are you still here?" He asked me. I blinked again to answer, since I didn't feel like responding. Then he got up to get me some water.

When he returned, he held it close to my lips, but I refused to move. "Y/N. Please?" I still couldn't move. "Alright. We don't have time," he said, picking me up by the waist. When I refused to walk, he grabbed the rest of me bridal style and carried me to his lab. On the way there, he knocked on Chronostasis' door. "Chrono, come to my lab right now. Y/N needs help," he said, then continued onwards.

Upon arriving, he placed me in the hospital-like chair and immediately hooked me up to the IV. Chrono joined to aid Kai in taking care of me. The more I came back into focus, the angrier I became. I felt the frustration reach my fingertips and I almost jumped from my chair in a blind fury. Chrono grabbed onto me and held me down to the chair. Chisaki locked his eyes on mine. All I could see was worry. "Relax, hey relax. It’s okay,” Chrono said, barely audible to me. I couldn’t hear anything thanks to the sudden tunnel vision I was experiencing, so I ended up taking an arrow to the neck. Then I felt my entire body slow down within seconds. Even my heart. I could hear again. When I finally stopped huffing, Chrono removed the arrow. I stayed still and Chrono affectionately ruffled my hair, stepping back.

"Why do you do this? You make this hard for me," I finally spoke quietly.

"What is it that I’m making hard? Why do I make it so difficult for you?" Chisaki asked, a slight tremor in his voice as he squatted down to look at me. We both knew the answer to his questions but I stayed silent, tears in my eyes welling. I avoided his own eyes, training mine on his shoes. After a moment, he says "I do this because I love you. It's only natural for humans to protect the things they care for." He leans down to hug my waist, sighing shakily. It was then that I noticed he was wearing only a regular black mask. I felt his breathing through the cloth of his mask and my shirt, onto my stomach. A moment passed in complete silence. You could hear the IV drip.

"I detest you," I said almost furiously. Chrono saw Chisaki's face drop in silent fear, hurt deeply by the words. "I hate that I love you." His face softened as his tears began to well in his eyes. "I hate that I look forward to you always being there. It makes this so much more harder. Why do you do this to me? You have no business preserving someone else's life for your own selfish reasons. This feels...like hell." He pulled back and just watched me, tears threatening to fall. The guilt dropped its weight. "I'm sorry. Chisaki, I'm sorry. I...I know you're trying to help. I...you don't deserve this," I sniffled, rubbing my eyes. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to put you through this. You deserve better than that. I'm sorry." I gently raised my hands, motioning for him to stay away from me.

He speaks slowly. "It's worth it because its you. I wouldn't rather live any other life. You deserve to live because I think you are worth living for. You have changed me for the better. I can only return the favor. If I had to choose...I would choose to find you and pick you up and be there until you get better, and keep doing it over and over until you're free from it." I stare at him in suffocated silence. Then my own tears fall, and continue to fall until I can no longer speak.

After a moment, I mumble, "Why do I always hope you find me? Why?"

He holds a conflicted look on his face. "I'm...not sure. You...you love me, right? I'm something you care about right?"

I nodded. "I can't...protect you if I'm gone. But you're protecting me instead."

He pulls his mask down and smiles softly. "That's okay. We can take turns taking care of each other. That's what relationships are for." He raises from his knees and sighs. "What makes you feel better? Anything you need. I'll do it for you," he says quietly.

After a moment, I look at him and sigh, pulling the IV out. "You can get me a glass of water," I say, tired.

Chrono begins to move, holding a pensive expression on his face. Chisaki tells him he'll get it himself. Chrono pats Chisaki on the shoulder, then steps out, closing the door. Chisaki gets the water and I stand up to take the glass and drink it slowly, holding back more tears. I put the glass down as he comes in close and envelopes me in his arms. He had put on his jacket that he had left in the lab and wrapped his jacket around me in the hug, and I hold onto him, clinging tightly and taking in his scent. Feeling me grab onto him, he squeezes himself even tighter around me. I began to openly sob into his shoulders. "Please, please, please don't let me go. I don't want you to leave me," I whispered.

Petting my head, he answered just as quietly, "I would never. You could make me furious beyond reason and it will never be enough for me to leave you alone. Then we'd both be alone. You are my spouse, I am your husband. I'll die with you." Somehow I clung even tighter. I felt my fingers begin to ache. I don't know how long we stood there until I heard him laugh softly. "Come on. Lets take a bath." We headed back to the bedroom, walking slowly. He interlocked his fingers with mine and pulled me along behind him. When we reached the room, he lead me to the bathroom and began running a bath. we stand next to it and he offers to help me undress.

I lifted my arms slowly, wincing at the ache in my bandaged limbs as he pulled my shirt over my shoulders. Then I watched as he carefully undid the bandages, revealing the still fresh cuts. Tugging my waistband, he looked at me, then pulled my pants down. Despite us being married, I caught myself feeling flustered as he passed his eyes over my crotch. I took off my underwear and stepped into the large, round tub, sitting down to watch him take off his own clothes. I couldn't help but stare at him myself, watching his body.

He followed me into the tub, sitting next to me. I watched as he rest his arm on the edge of the tub behind my shoulders, almost leaning into me. “We can rest for however long you like, and then I can help wash, too. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the room, reminding me of him.

“Okay,” I nodded and just sat back. We sat in now comfortable silence, drifting off into our own thoughts while still being anchored by one another. I thought about how completely startled I was at the fact that he wasn’t compulsively scrubbing the both of us down right now, and how he didn’t give his bloodied cloth gloves more than a second glance earlier. Not once did he break out either. He just seemed completely at ease. In turn I felt like I could breathe more easily too. “Thank you,” I said, leaning over him to place a gentle kiss on his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I continued, each “thank you” complimented by another kiss on his neck.

He sighed and placed a sud-covered hand in my hair. “Why do you thank me? I told you, there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right now,” he answered.

I shrugged, sinking down to rest my chin on his shoulder. “I don’t know. I just feel bad. You can’t expect me to not feel even a little responsible,” I said quietly. He continued to pet me, and I felt our skin grow warmer with contact.

“You’re right. It’s okay if you do. But the reality of it is that it isn’t your fault. You’re just trying to find the best way to help yourself. Even if it isn’t actually helpful.” He turn to look at me so I raise up to meet his gaze. “There’s no malicious intent behind struggling with something like this. None of us have the right answer to being alive so what are you really responsible for in the first place?”

“…Fair enough,” I replied. He leans in apprehensively and lands a tender kiss on my lips. I close my eyes and sigh, feeling his presence in front of me. The simple thought that I was not in fact the only human being on the planet eased my mind tremendously. After a few more soft kisses I say, “Okay, I’d like to have this bath now.”

Chisaki nodded and grabbed the soap bottle, along with shampoo and conditioner, then the shower hose. "Would you like for me to wash your hair?" he asked me. I closed my eyes and nodded. He ran the water over my hair, making sure it was soaked in warm water before grabbing the shampoo and lathering his hands in it. I relished in the feeling of his fingers massaging my head, reaching every corner, crevice and ache. He washes it out and I put the conditioner in my hair myself.

Once I finished combing my fingers through my hair, I looked up to ask him, "Want me to wash yours too?" His hair was significantly shorter, so it wouldn't be too much of a task.

"Sure, why not," he sighed, and I did the same for him. As I scratched at his head with shampoo, I couldn't help but steal adoring glances of his face. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in bliss. Then we both took the regular soap and scrubbed ourselves until we were completely clean. Chisaki grabbed the shower hose and washed my skin off then my hair, gently covering my eyes to keep the conditioner out. He lifted my face once the suds washed away and placed a small kiss on my forehead. Then he quickly washed himself off along with his hair and we get out of the tub.

I watched him drain it and clean up in the bathroom as I began to dry myself off, but as I'm watching him, I see him walk over to me, still sopping wet. He immediately grabbed fresh dressing for my wounds and recleaned them before applying it. I watched his face as he worked, completely void of any negative emotion. His fingers moved quickly and carefully, as if he were 100% sure of himself. Once he finished, he took the towel from my hands, burying my head in the towel and ruffling it nicely. I laughed softly at how willing he was to do anything for me and I took the towel back from him. "It's fine, I got it. Go help yourself, my love."

He huffed, slightly embarrassed. "Alright." I watch him dry himself off and then I follow him back into the bedroom. I went to my closet and searched for clean pajamas to put on, to commend his effort to help me. He dressed himself quickly and by the time I get my pants on he's already grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it on over my head. I sighed and smiled at him, giving in. He then helped me finish up moisturizing my hair, which was actually just him taking over completely. "I want to do this for you," he said.

"Okay," I answered softly.

Once he was finally done with me, he pulled me close and grabbed my hands to bring them around his waist. I interlocked my fingers together and rested them on his lower back as he brought his own larger arms around my shoulders to grab my back, squeezing me in an embrace. I rested my chin on his shoulder, accepting my pleasant fate. After a moment the tears threatened to return, and as if he sensed it himself, he let go, placed a small kiss on my neck and grabbed my hand.

"Let's go to bed. You must be exhausted."

I nodded, giving him another "Okay," except this time it was shakier.

He led me to our bed and let me get under the covers first before following and collapsing himself on top of me. He laughed softly and I followed along with him, which took me completely by surprise. He showered me with kisses and said, "Let's go to sleep. I can offer you myself as an additional blanket for tonight." He didn't normally act playful, so I could tell he was trying to cheer me up, and it was working.

Yawning, I answered, "That sounds good to me." He shifted above me and snuggled close. I knew he wasn't comfortable on top of me and would last 40 minutes tops up there, but I let him do as he pleased, because watching him try to make me happy was definitely making me happy. I definitely didn't last the 40 minutes, though. Before I could think of anything else to say to him, I fell deep asleep.

He kissed my forehead once more and whispered, "Good night. I'll see you tomorrow." He rolled off of me while still resting his arm on top of me, drifting off himself.

[hymn-of-muse]

Hello again! third time the charm I hope. Thank you and sorry I bothered you. I tried copy the length of another request. Yume, adult, she/her, Honkai Star Rail and Genshin Impact, males please. I have dark brown hair that reach mid/lowerback, dark brown eyes, I'm 5'4" I think (165cm), and has a big chest (I hate it!) I'm shy, introverted,don't talk if not asked to, anxious. I keep to myself, like helping others.aggressive w/anyone attacks my friends/loved ones, loyal to a fault, very calm, patient. take alot of time to snap/act rude. Also cold as ice when deeply hurt. Others says I'm kind&caring.

I like stars, the sea, books, flowers, astrology&astronomy, crystals&gems, arts, music ,voice acting/dubbing, daydream, writing, playing vgames, helping others, dragons, listening to others, animals. I dislike insects, bullies, loud sounds, being alone, my anxiety, betrayals, feeling useless, some vegetables, my sensitive self, hurting others.

My type of man is angst. As a general rule, I'm most always attracted to angst, some of my favorites being XIAO, Wanderer, Dan Heng. I'm also easily attracted by characters with dragon motif or that are dragons.

i see ^^

i dont think i need to do the paring here, you've already got it yourself, dan heng and xiao!

it would take some time for xiao to warm up to you though, you both have a lot in common personality wise and you might be in a slight stalemate until one or the other makes the interction start but once it does he'd be there whenever you need and making sure youre alright. the two of you both have a protective nature and while he doesnt understand why you like him nor thinks he deserves it he definetly appreciates it.

dan heng would be a bit distand and quiet at first, noticing your shyness and giving you space, but would still be the one to start interaction, he'll still make conversation and that will lead to you two getting closer. he might take your anxiousness to mean he's being overbearing and grow a little more distant to give you space but will also be there to help you through your anxiety if you need to. when you fnd out about his past and the dragon thing hes worried at first but when you show youre into it hes more confident about it. youre probably the only person he'd let touch his horns (or tail) and march thinks its unfair.

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Giegue/giygas for the ask game, maybe?

First impression: I learned about Giygas through internet osmosis long before I even thought to play EarthBound. All the usual "ooooh this game is secretly sooo dark" and "he's ack-chewally an aborted fetus, see, oooo" kinda shit. I remember it giving me the impression Mother was way scarier and edgier than it turned out to be. (I played games like OFF and Yume Nikki first though. So by the time I got around to Mother, it was very refreshing to play somethin bright & uplifting at its core, lmao.) (In retrospect, I kinda wish Giygas wasn't among the first things every prospective player is told about the EarthBound. Going into the Giygas battle blind seems like it would've rearranged my brain molecules, and I wish I'd gotten to experience it like that.) I forget when exactly I learned about Giegue (I didn't get to play M1 blind either), but I'm pretty sure my first impression was honestly pretty neutral? The imposing presence of a huge alien spaceship, 8-bit sci-fi machinery, and a barely legible creature in a capsule was pretty wicked to see for myself the first time though!

Impression now: Giygas is a big triple decker chocolate layer cake worth of metaphor & symbolism. The existential horror of growing up, the fear of losing who you fundamentally are in the process, the horrific inhumanity adults are capable of, the hopelessness of coming to terms with the world as it is, and so on. Not really a character per se, but the quintessential globular slurry of adolescent angst Ness & pals've gotta contend with. Giegue is a bittersweet little story about a broken family. An internal conflict between vengeance, familial love, and maybe where one's obligations lie? Cool antagonist for sure. I wanna like him more than I do (M1's cryptic hands-off approach to storytelling is hard for me to sink my teeth into 😔). I've speculatively written (and drawn a comic for the upcoming zine 😉) about how Giegue became Giygas, and read some good fics on the topic. In the canon we're given, though? There's really so little binding them together narratively or thematically… I have a difficult time reconciling the two, in the context of the games themselves. Mother 2 in general feels more like a reboot than a sequel - and there's hardly if any "lore" weaving Giegue & Giygas together - so Itoi's choice to declare they're one and the same just seems kinda odd to me. C'est la vie. Fan creators make do.

Favorite moment: The Giygas battle, but like, before he goes sicko mode. When he's bound to a chamber of wires and innards, reflecting Ness' face back at him, and it turns out our fervently raving buddy Porky is actually the one in "control". The atmosphere is so intense and unnerving, such a bizarre yet captivating way to ramp things up. There's like, this sense of stomach-churning dread, as you begin - if only scarcely - to realize the alien overlord you were expecting is an entity far more powerful and personal and helpless and incomprehensible than you ever could've imagined. I mean. You know, because the internet spoiled you when you were 11. But in the bigness of the moment it still makes my mitochondria itch on a primal and cellular level. /pos. Love it.

Idea for a story: My favorite Giegue thing is the vague implication (??) of whatever the hell George did to to him. Y'know, whatever made him hate humanity so much. Whenever I see fan content speculating on how George might've experimented on him or mistreated him I do in fact Feel Somethin' There. (I have been a sucker for angsty-creature-in-a-lab stories from the time I saw Mewtwo Strikes Back in kindergarten all the way to Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3 a couple months ago, and I don't suppose I'll ever be sick of 'em.) The conflict it introduces between George and Maria is intriguing too. Like, her husband's treating her dearly beloved child like a science project? Trying to extract the secrets of PSI from his oversized alien brain?? You know if this kinda shit went down, those two were on a caliber of divorce drama the world has rarely seen.

Unpopular opinion: I really like Giegue design interpretations that're freaky and grotesque and biologically unfamiliar. When the beast isn't just mammalian in nature. Truly out of this world.

Favorite relationship: A mean-spirited but otherwise ordinary 13-year-old willingly aligned himself with the alien emodiment of all things evil. And the alien embodiment of all things evil willingly let the kid be his right-hand man. And I'm normal about it. EarthBound tells us basically nothing about how Porky n' Giygas' partnership in crime came to be, but speculating about it sends me into a shark frenzy. Porky seeking power over the world that wronged him, at literally any cost. Giygas weaponizing a child's worst, most vengeful impulses. Porky ultimately usurping Giygas, at least in terms of agency. Witnessing the absolute horror his "master" becomes, and simply sidestepping out of the universe itself to dodge the mess he brought about. I like to imagine there was a period where Giygas was still cognizant enough to maintain a rapport with Porky - and that the two of them fucking hated each other. Both of 'em using the other as a means to an end, assured in the conviction they're the one with the upper hand. And they're kind of both wrong. Bloaw up da worl.

Favorite headcanon: Giegue/Giygas speaks (telepathically?) with a rural midwestern accent. Courtesy of the fine folks who raised him. Other aliens probably think it's weird and mondo cringe, but are too intimidated to say so.

[astralix]

  Act 009 Promise

Pretty Guardian ✶ Sailor Moon

Characters: Original Characters, Canon Characters-mentioned Rating: Teen, Older Teen Genre: Angst, Action, Fantasy/Magical Girl Song: “Promise Me” The Birthday Massacre

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon.  I only own my versions of Zodiac Senshi, Phoenix, Ophiuchus and Andromeda.

  ✦✶✦

We don’t listen to each other Cause we’re all too busy talking We’ll tell lies about each other Cause the truth is such a bore With the threat of drawn approaching And our interest quickly fading We will stumble home together As we did the night before

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  It was hard to tell which was which at first.  They had changed their hairstyle to look like the other.  Tenmei, or Sailor Phoenix, looked between the now “eclipsed” twin sisters.  She did not like what was happening to them one bit.  The others were struggling against the both of them, and the twins were also arguing.

When have they ever not?  Tenmei thought to herself as she dodged another rune.  Neither twin got along with the other, but when they shared an enemy … dear stars, they could fight.

The more athletic of the sisters dodged a fireball from Sailor Leo, pulling the less athletic one of the sisters into its path.  Sailor Gemini, or rather Haruno Yumeko, cried out in pain.  She was badly singed.

“That’s what you get, Yume-chan!” laughed the now “eclipsed” Sailor Didymos, or rather Haruno Nijiko.  She attempted to land on another platform, but her sister pulled on the chain between them.  Her fingers and palms cut on the cuffs that joined them together.  “Whoa–AAAAH!” Nijiko was shoved into the ground next to Yumeko.

“We made a promise.  We’d take care of the others,” Yumeko cried, determined to get her sister to cooperate with her.  “And together!”

Tenmei’s eyes widened, staring at the “eclipsed” Gemini sisters.  “What promise?”

The girls showed their cuffs which also held a bracelet.  Yumeko’s held a muted white pearl.  Nijiko’s held a muted black pearl.  An inverse of the twin’s brooches of their Sailor suits.  “Our promise to eliminate you!” they cried as they aimed their palms at the others.  Both held small planetesimals of light and darkness, and fired.

Tenmei and the others jumped in various directions to avoid the explosions.

“They’re eclipsed, Phoenix, we need to purify them!” Virgo shouted from her place on the ground.

“Right!” Tenmei gasped, and pulled out her sword.  It transformed into a staff.

Both twins stared at the Senshi, concentrating on forming planetesimals again.  Virgo managed to pull herself up and darted in front of Tenmei to take the brunt of the hit.  Virgo grunted in pain as the planetesimals hit her and she landed on the ground next to Tenmei.  Smoke came off of where Virgo was burned by the attack.  She was also nursing some major cuts.

“Hngh… don’t … worry about me, we need to purify them!” Virgo shouted.

“But you’re hurt!” Tenmei cried, tears pricked her eyes.

“Concentrate!  On!  The!  Fight!” Virgo screamed.

Aquarius, or Hoshino Izumi, stood in front of Virgo and Phoenix.  She outstretched her hand to summon an amphora.  She aimed the amphora at the sisters.  “We’ll have to weaken them beforehand!” she called.  “I’ll take her hits!  Sagittarius!”

Sagittarius materialized a lightning bow and two arrows.  She pointed them at the sisters.

Tenmei was horrified.  “What are you doing, Sagittarius?!”

“Be prepared to heal and purify, little empress!” Sagittarius growled, shooting the arrows as the sisters shot more planetesimals.  Sagittarius balled a fist and gestured for the arrows to cut through the balls of energy.  They did, however the planetesimals made their ways towards Aquarius.  “Aquarius!”

“Got it” Aquarius said, pointing the entrance into the vessel at the planetesimals that have conjoined in one massive ball of energy.  Her amphora pulled the energy in, and Aquarius had to do everything in her power to maintain the voidal energy she was using.  She succeeded, however she was pushed back closer to Tenmei.  “Before all of this, what promise did both sisters break?  That’s what I want to know,” she confided to Tenmei.  “That might have had to do with them turning and eventually seeking the enemy out.”

“Right, but we’re all in different schools, Aquarius!” Tenmei said, desperate to remember at least some clues to help her persevere.  She wanted her friends back!

“Yes, but Virgo’s here, what did you hear about the Haruno sisters?” Aquarius asked, glancing over to the green and pink Sailor suit-clad girl.  “It’ll help us, while I take on more of their attacks.”  She hurried forward to tank another set of planetesimals.

Virgo closed her eyes and reopened them.  “I remembered Nijiko wanted to stand apart from her sister, but she was also angry that her sister took the guy she wanted,” she said.  She remembered the tears.  The anguish from the younger sister as she found Yumeko with the guy she liked.  Her eyes widened.  “United they stand, divided they fall!  Sagittarius!  Separate them with your arrows!”

“On it!” Sagittarius said as she watched the sisters attempt to cooperate with one another to bring all of the Senshi down.  However, it was not going to work.  Sagittarius skidded down from her perch, and darted for the two sisters.  “Leo!  With me!”  Leo nodded and followed Sagittarius.

“I don’t want to hurt them.  I might kill them,” Tenmei clenched her fists on the staff.  Tears fell down from her cheeks.

“You must do your best.  They’re in pain too,” Virgo said as Aquarius collected more energy and shot a string of energy back at the sisters.

Tenmei looked down at the ground, as Sagittarius and Leo started close hand combat with the twins.  Her eyes narrowed in determination.  She dropped her staff and ran towards where Sagittarius and Leo were.  The twins were still fighting amongst themselves.

“Phoenix!” Aquarius cried.  “Shit!”  She ran after Phoenix with her amphora at the ready.

Virgo’s eyes widened as she watched in horror as Sagittarius and Leo were pushed back.  The twins were free and were able to turn on one another.  However, Phoenix was rushing into the fray.  She was determined to come between the sisters.  “PHOENIX!”

Tenmei glanced as she saw Nijiko and Yumeko readied their attacks against one another.  She rushed between them and let the planetesimals attack her instead.  She let out a pained scream.  Her eyes widened.  She burned all over.  She was cut all over too.  One of her pigtails’ ties was ripped apart and orange-red hair spilled down her back.  She could not see the widened glances from the others as she fell to the ground, fabric and blood fell from her suit and wounds.

“Phoenix!” Nijiko shouted as she rushed towards Tenmei.  Yumeko gasped as she hurried towards the twins’ downed friend.

Tenmei was happy she got the two to stop fighting.  She let that be known.  Yumeko and Nijiko begged her to stay with them.  To not shut her eyes.  Tenmei did not, through her tears and agony, she struggled to place her hands on each girl’s hand.  She smiled at them as she glowed a red-orange.  She would purify them if it was the last thing she did.

“You made a promise to me.  Each of you.  Please uphold it.”

  Eventually the bracelets shattered off, and the twins appeared in their respective Sailor suits.  They in turn healed Tenmei.

They would all struggle to get home together.  The boy was forgotten for the time being so each of the girls could forgive the other.

[cloudninetonine]

ITS DONE

Not sure why the last few panels took me so long, I thought some of the stuff I wanted to do would be to hard to pull off. For example I wanted to have Player fall backwards into the water under them (suggested by the ripples), and that be where the darkness behind the panels would come from, they’d then snap the strings. This became tedious though so I scrapped that in favor of something more vague and simple.

Essentially, this is based on a theory I have where Player gives up their own memory of events willingly, not only for the life they had to return to, but also because they knew that the boys would forever feel hollow without them, and that the heroes forgetting was better than them seeking them out and ultimately finding nothing.

A few fun details: the symbol on Player’s chest and eye is the symbol for courage in Zelda (the one on player’s chest is turned sideways), that’s why it is green, as that is the color associated with courage.

The items attached to them in order are the sailcloth (Sky), the four swords (Four), the ocarina of time (Time), the flower Marin wears (Legend), the triforce (Hyrule), Twilight’s weird ass crystal I can’t remember the name of (idk if it is in TP, never played it), the wind Waker (Wind), Warriors’ scarf (self explanatory), and the sheikah slate (Wild).

Finally the large, white, seemingly liminal space Player is in with a water floor is inspired by the Nexus from Yume Nikki, a small, dark space filled with a number of doors that bring you to different dream worlds. The idea is that if Player were to drag one of the floating objects down with the string and touch it, they’d continue the journey. Now that the journeys are over, they cannot access them. I also took a creative liberty and made the white space seem more infinite and limitless, kinda like where you begin in The Unfinished Swan, where it looks like endless white until you poke around some.

Anyway, tell me what you think, this was fun to make!

BB THIS IS LITERALLY FANTASTIC I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS AT HOW TRULY SPECTACULAR THIS PIECE IS!!!

THE SYMBOLISM, THE ANGST IT'S JUST MAKING ME TEAR UP IN PURE ADMIRATION- THANK YOU FOR ANOTHER AMAZING THING!!!!

[vk-crzy]

maybe a dumb question but do you still like vampire knight memories? all i see is hate for it but i genuinely don't think it's that bad

Hi Anon,

So, I'm in the same boat as you and I do actually like the series lol.

I don't necessarily love it in the same way that I loved the original, but I can definitely appreciate what Hino's doing and I do genuinely like the 'quiet atmosphere' that she's created. There are lot of little moments that just feel very sweet and emotional, and it's a completely different vibe to the angst of the original series for sure, but I think it's good in its own way.

And this isn't a criticism of others, but I feel like a lot of the hate that VKM gets is the result of people having certain expectations that just weren't ever going to happen. Z*kis wanted a romance all about their ship, but Hino would never 'disrespect' Kaname by doing that. 'Kaname-first' fans want him to recover his memories immediately, but that would end the series and we'd have nothing left to cover. Certain expectations just aren't feasible and if you keep waiting for those things to happen, you're gonna miss the good things that are actually happening.

20+ chapters about Ai may not be for everyone, but as someone who loves Ai and who has put their Yume hopes on hold for now, I can at least appreciate the story of their daughter and enjoy her growth and journey.

[frostbitingabyss]

I just reread all of your VK fanfiction. I love them and pls update Arcanum. Btw why the series called in vinum veritas?

Hi! First of all thank you for the question I really appreciate it! Secondly I have to announce that I will rewrite arcanum ( and solos for that matter) bc, to put it simply, my writing evolved and I am not that happy with Arcanum; so I will re write the whole thing starting with February! So if you see me deleting it, don't worry, it will come back better next month since im currently working on rewriting it.

I also have started various other vk fan fiction that I will soon update as well! ( the addams vk crack fic, other angst yume fanfics, several threesome one shots with several couple its a RIDE.)

Oh and in vinum varitas literally means in wine is truth; meaning if u get drunk u will starting telling the truth.

With the arcanum/ solos series the wine is blood ( since red wine and blood look very familiar, I thought its a interesting title for the series haha) . In blood lies the truth. If Yuuki ever drank the blood of a pureblood, she will find out the truth.

[goth-automaton]

N, O, and U for the ask game!

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Answered here for Kingdom Hearts, so let's try with a different one... DrakeNieR!

MORE LOVE FOR HANCH. Like, the canon already did my girl dirty, she deserves more screentime, more attention, more LOVE. T^T

MORE MPREG. (Surprising, I know. ^^")

And more chill for some people, especially on Twitter. (like, don't get me wrong, I love this fandom and its members, but sheesh, I could do without all these arguments...)

TBH the last one can apply to all fandoms, but welp.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

I won't throw my whole waifu playlist at you, so let's go with

for our beloved 2B. 💜

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I lied, have the playlist.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

*sounds of connecting modem* *bluescreen* Have I ever told you how bad I am in picking favourites? ^^" But okay, I'll try.

Fear & Hunger: Enki Ankarian! I have a thing for skinny long-haired blond bitches and he's perfect. Also. All the whump potential! This man was made to write angst about him! 🤩

FullMetal Alchemist: Envy! Love me a nonbinary pretty villain. ^^ They also used to be my yume, when I was a teen!

The Mortuary Assistant: Mimic! Like, okay, maybe he isn't much of a character, given the fact his only role is tormenting the main heroine (and the player)... But c'mon! For most of the time, he's just chilling somewhere and not bothering anyone! I wouldn't mind hanging out with him, he seems to be a nice fella. ^^

Thank you! 💜

Fandom ask game.

[rhythlin]

llılılı . let the sound of clashing swords resound ¤

this blog is my miscellaneous writing blog! mostly for when i’m bored and can’t draw ^_^ some things to note below!

♬ suggestive / nsfw will be present on this blog but is tagged ‘suggestive’ / ‘nsfw’ and never maintagged

i am not comf w minors int’ing w suggestive / nsfw and will SB ( HB if its a further issue )

♬ general triggering topics, such as suicide, violence, death, etc etc, will be tagged properly ; read at your own discretion

♬ requests r always open but i do reserve the right to deny a request if i feel i can’t fulfill it!! the types of requests i can do include:

yume, character ship, ocship, rarepair.. go carazay

comfort

angst

nsfw

crack <- my fav tthing to write ever i like silliness

⠀ to keep me from burning out, requests hav a general word limit of 500-1k words but. if i go crazy i go crazy . my motivation cannot be predicted its a wildcard its anyones guess . its a crazy roulette you could say

♬ if you ship inc*st, please stay off my blog

♬ i personally do not care about first year/third year ships, or 2-3 year age gap, but if u ship like. r*inne/first or second years. any teacher/student. dont follow me please. also dont follow if you hav an issues with lots of rarepair or rambling talk becos my ass is insane over shit i have never thought about before

♬ i dont write headcanons becos i am NAWT good at them </3

[a3yumemira]

I’mma do this before I decide I shouldn’t - Hi. My self-insert/a3 Oc is Izumi’s younger sister/sibling because I had a fascination with the family name Tachibana for a long time and had an OC named Mira Tachibana a long time ago so when first playing A3 it felt like fate (cheesy corny I know). So depending on how I feel either they are - A director; helping out with the company; just a fan - I have a history of being an Assistant Director, and also I was a ‘business student’ (Accounting Major) so I stuck them in Yosei Uni so they could meet both Tsuzuru and Omi.  My ‘blorbos’ (I never use that word forgive me) Are Omi, Hisoka, and Misumi (With a splash of Tasuku and Tsuzuru) and my boy is Taichi. If they are just a fan, then Taichi is the focus - not romantically, I’m just literally a huge fan of Taichi. But if they are a director, they’re the Spring and Autumn director (With my best friend’s being Summer and Winter) - and are in many of the same classes as Omi since they are in the same Major and the same age. I am a writer, so they become fast friends with Tsuzuru. Misumi, Hisoka, and Tasuku are specifically tied to being involved with the Mankai Company in some way shape or form, however. I kinda wish I had something more interesting to share, like ‘They’re a badass ex-gangster who knew Omi back in his gang days’ or ‘They’re from the organization and were teamed up with April August and December’ Buuuuuuuut I love A3 for its found family troupe so putting angst into my comfort material is only okay if its a little bit.

I... I have a yume canon timeline with my best friend for our yume characters and have written a lot but not enough. Slow burn, Mira doesn't get with their blorbos until year 2 during the story for Misoshiosa Island.

im curious for those of u who have a3 ocs/self inserts or if u just daydream about being in the mankai-verse

how do u end up friends/dating/whatevs w ur chosen blorbo??

pls reblog n tell me i literally would love 2 know

[ven7s]

the fragility of leaves (in which you are the leaf)

— diluc ragnvindr x gn!reader ; wc. 0.4k ; genre hurt-comfort, modern!au, non-canon information

third part to the seasons as love series :)

diluc’s always liked fall as a kid.

(he's always believed it was the calm before the storm.)

autumn brings a nice chill into the air with crisp mornings and color changes in leaves (from every-day greens to bright and dull shades of red, orange, and yellow)

(he’s always thought the changes of color were magical as a child.)

it's the period of time that tends to last till late november when snow starts to fall, which signifies the start of winter.

and as he thinks about it more, he realizes that autumn reminds him of his childhood. he holds fond memories of him, his dad, and kaeya jumping into a pile of leaves. it reminds him of the times where his dad would bring both kaeya and himself to the renowned ragnvindr’s cafe to try the latest autumn drinks. as they walk, there’s crunching beneath their footsteps and the sun is setting faster than the previous season.

and, at the age of 21, diluc is the owner of the family cafe he used to visit dearly with his dad and brother. but, also at the age of 21, diluc still deals with the loss of his father and brother.

so, when the familiar feeling that proves fall is now, diluc is filled with grief and bitterness.

and, oddly, —you think— there’s something so frail about it.

through the way your face fits safely into the crook of his neck to the tenderness as you cup his face into your hands, you realize that behind the walls he’s created, he’s like the leaves that scatter around outside during fall.

because it’s grief, you think, grief that has molded him into what he is today. with all the tragedies diluc’s endured, you don’t blame him.

and, diluc, who longs to have a family once more, finally shatters in your hands.

like a brittle leaf that’s been stepped upon by hundreds of people, diluc lets his walls —the same ones that would so powerfully protect him before— fall down.

you treat him with love that reminds him of his childhood: it’s love that holds such gentleness and daintiness that he can’t help but let himself melt into.

its then that diluc falls in love with autumn again. the memories of his family are now an extension to what he shares with you.

so, just as the leaves change, diluc’s wounds start to heal over time.

(once again, fall is just as comforting and cozy as he remembers it to be in his childhood.)