#its like. fr i was shipping it casually until this

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOO dw it’s just part of your character development that’s honestly really funny (the way that you always find crazy people around you is also kinda crazy LMAO not even kidding you really did get the “it’s for the plot/character development” treatment

So real it’s definitely not ALL animanga but you can tell there’s some that just let the art or style carry actually I think you bring up a really good test though!! Like if you can co very it into a light novel and have it still be good then you know there’s at least some substance beyond just the visual effects…omg the jjk discourse about the female cast fr irks me like guys even maki is NOT developed enough like she fr is always just alluded to as tojis copy so??? Bro angel/hana’s treatment was actually foul I’m ngl I barely even remembered her until I saw her in the second to last chapter and immediately face palmed like bro why…..but yeah jjk is definitely not AWFUL awful but not as peak as everyone screams about

Oh definitely orv cast is developed and actually relevant also yess i love the platonic relationships and dynamics!!! Kdj and hsy are so funny LMAO I love seeing that kinda found family/platonic connection with kdj and co.

LMAOO so real like there’s chronically online but then there’s an even more extreme where it’s really “do you ever see the sun” but speaking of that post you reblogged made me giggle “are you pro or anti ship” “I have a life” LMAOOOOOOOO so real like it’s really not that deep guys

DDHSHS people on wattpad fr cannot handle reader not being the Mary Sue ultimate it girl with a reverse harem also to the people saying it’s perfect except the OCs bro it wouldn’t be the same without the ocs like let’s be real please and yeah like ESPECIALLY since it’s not even a commission of any sorts maybe you were just posting for the sake of being able to read it all through wp formatting and platform too, why people have the audacity to actually spew shit like that is beyond me like ok it’s not your story though??? And you really took the effort of writing out a comment to say this it’s much faster to just click the close tab button?? It’s like they comment thinking that you’ll go back and edit out all instances of your ocs??? Honestly disappearing off wp is such a mood

LMAO yeah I’ll definitely casually watch the anime because at least the animation usually has some cool scenes too but nothing all too serious after knowing what happens (actually I’m excited for the memes to come when the Yuta and cockroach curse get animated HAHA)

SHSGSHSHS it’s ok if you end up converting there’s a good chance that at some point I’d follow suit knowing us but the opposite sides of a war trope is actually so interesting I haven’t read anything with that in awhile?? Just generally not even on tumblr so many possibilities for adding in complexities and depth…wc Kunigami esp with the angst and the whole transformation of wc

REAL when kaneshiro fails yk Mira’s got you….still baffles me how yukis been sidelined (literally) sm WAIT AHAHAHAH im crying if it were otoya instead of yuki fwtkac i can imagine it where instead of reading looking at yukis account during that lunch scene she’s looking at otoyas profile and karasus like “bruh his hair looks like a fucking leek you like this one???” And then he enters the room where they play tag and he’s like “HOLY SHIT ITS THE LEEK DUDE YOU MF” while otoyas trying to think which of the fifty dates he went on karasus referring to

Ok good LMAO ik sometimes when people type on a keyboard they’re wrists get tired which is why the buy wristpads so jic that was you I didn’t wanna be making you type a whole essay response like normal LOL WAIT GAHAHAH the recent one where sae goes “this goal is still lukewarm” and literally has the whole genie looking trail this is too good

LMAO I’m gonna be honest most of the media I consume usually isn’t for the romance factor anyways like I usually watch kdramas after seeing like a cliffhanger betrayal/dramatic moment so I don’t even mind that it’s not super romantic LOL I agree having some crack shenanigans content is good it balances out the angst and romance

LMAOOOO noted I will take this calibration into account in the future o7 but YEAHHHH PURSUIT very hype

- Karasu anon

PLEASEEE i have made so many opps in my life and honestly i know there’s a saying that if you make enemies out of a lot of people you’re the problem but i really don’t think i am?? like i always try to self reflect and i definitely have been villainous in the past as has everyone but there’s a startling amount of people that dislike me for dumb reasons JHSFSD omg it’s so bad

whenever i think of dropping someone i’m like oh was i the bad person in this situation but being objective i hardly am 😭 this girl i think was just really jealous of me and so took the opportunity to put me down at any opportunity (she was also lowkey islamophobic and as almost half of my family is muslim i did not find her jokes terribly funny) and she was also one of the ones that like if i liked a guy she was suddenly OBSESSED with him meanwhile they wouldn’t even know who she was?? like she’d go up and talk to whatever guy i idly said was cute and they’d literally be like “who are you lol” 😰 there’s a lot of weird stuff w her she’s also HUGE into jjk and jjk x readers so i’ve always been terrified she’ll find my account hence why i don’t ever do face reveals or post pictures of things she might recognize (like my dogs…we had already stopped being friends by the time i started riding cloudie so i’m not scared of posting him) she only ever read on ao3 and didn’t try to figure out tumblr + she liked gojo choso and nanami none of whom i’ve written for so i probably would be safe but it’s still a thought in the back of my mind…anyways…

RIGHT like can you make a light novel out of this?? then it’s probably good…i think blue lock is a good counterexample actually where the story is very much so enhanced by the visuals because it’s a sport animanga but i think the sports genre is a little exempt from that test because who wants to read about sports KFHSD idk if that makes sense ANYWAYS everyone always says that jjk’s female cast is good as if not sexualized automatically equals well written…like yes gege did more for them in the sense that they were at least mostly covered up but that’s about where he began and ended 😭 BRO HANA GET BEHIND ME the way everyone hates her too i honestly just wish she got better treatment back when i was into jjk i LOVED her i honestly could write an entire essay about how i would’ve preferred she be written (like i did w kuni and yuki) but tbh the story started going downhill shortly after her introduction so idek where i’d start…suffice to say i would’ve had her be alluded to much earlier, not had her be obsessed with megumi (i think a romance between them could’ve been thematically and visually very lovely but NOT how it was handled and not given the fanbase jjk has), and expanded on the angel vs sukuna beef especially how that might’ve impacted the hana and yuji dynamic 😩 i think gege had the same problem as kaneshiro where there’s just too many characters but unlike bllk, there’s a much more expansive world in jjk too and that would’ve allowed for in depth exploration of more characters without slowing the story terribly if only that was a consideration yk

i don’t think jjk is horrible either!! there are a lot of things i enjoyed about it and i wouldn’t say it’s the worst thing to come out ever — it also suffers from having such a large fanbase that people are going to be disappointed no matter what direction gege goes in, so i have to give him that; however, agree, it’s not as peak as everyone says it is, and i think it’s fanbase would do well to recognize it for what it is (a normal shounen with slightly more gore but also with the regular pitfalls of the genre) sometimes i think the ending wouldn’t have been as disappointing if it hadn’t been hyped into smth beyond what it actually is yk 🤔 and honestly i don’t think it’s a failure of jjk to be that LMAO blue lock is very much so in that category and i still love that!! mostly because it is self aware and doesn’t try to do more than it has the capability for…instead it takes genre conventions and works inside them/expands on them (ego vs teamwork, the backstories of characters like snuffy) to maximize its impact?? idk if that makes sense HAHA like at the end of the day kaneshiro included anri’s hip waist bust measurements in the egoist bible and she’s also the only somewhat main female character so he’s not trying to beat the bad female cast allegations whatsoever he fr just threw chigiri in and called it a day but it works?? because he didn’t sit and say “hm how can we defy everyone’s expectations and astound the world” he was just like “ok soccer manga time”

I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE ARE SO PRESSED ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE’S SHIPS like i literally do NOT care i ship zero characters it absolutely does not matter to me…only ships that are important are nagimira, miraeita, and tabimira otherwise idgaf /j fr though like how hard is it to just scroll and ignore when you don’t like smth 😰 also the entire school of thought (mostly from 15> year olds) that you should just stop engaging in fandom or liking characters or whatever after the ripe elderly age of 20 is SO FUNNY but also insane like who do you think is writing the fics you enjoy?? i have many thoughts on it that would get me cancelled but to me the line is like “okay if the mangaka/anime studio drew the exact same character and said they were 20 would i believe them?? if so it’s whatever if not that’s a little weird” for example when i was a kid watching indigo league i liked gary oak LMAOOO but now i wouldn’t like him because he very obviously looks like a kid yk?? but there is functionally no difference in the way that megumi, inumaki, and ino from jjk are drawn despite them all being wildly different ages it’s truly just arbitrary and in my experience a lot of shounen is just adults writing stories about other adults and then making them be “in high school” to appeal to their target audience and make their characters be more relatable to high school boys aka the main readers 😭 anyways at the end of the day people like to police stuff like that a lot so i don’t really share my thoughts on it but it really is just live and let live i promise you whatever character you’re defending does NOT care that people are writing fics about them they are literally just lines on a page…

PEOPLE ON WATTPAD ARE INSANEEEE bro (related to the earlier point) it’s the same people that complain about adults liking characters that start spamming the most insanely foul sexual things at the age of thirteen like how do you even know what any of those words mean?? forget about saving yuta okkotsu from anne at accounting who likes to read fics about him after work SAVE HIM FROM THE TWEEN FANGIRLS THAT WOULD GET HIS ASS ARRESTED ‼️ since we’re applying irl morals to fiction and all it very much so is illegal the other way too 😭 anyways yeah they always have smth to complain about like if y/n isn’t a reverse harem lead with every single guy at her feet, every power in the world, cringy “cold” personality where she’s uber strong and tells people to commit, and isn’t lame asf they go insane?? people complain in the early chapters of pomegranate ink that it’s “embarrassing” how reliant the reader is on noritoshi and how she’s always sucking up to him…like hmm…let’s apply some critical thinking here…why would she (who’s been told her entire life that she’s good for nothing but bearing heirs, has been essentially locked in her room for her whole childhood, is considered “worthless” because she didn’t inherit her family’s powers, and was almost married off to NAOYA ZENIN) be grateful to the one man who allowed her to have her own agency and treated her like an equal??? why would she be unsure in herself?? why would she ask for help constantly and think she’s weak??? also when they complain about her being weak omg please this story is 200k words i’m sorry she doesn’t start off strong but that would literally be so boringgggg it’s all about the slow development!! by the end of the story she’s brought someone back to life, is a grade sorcerer, defeats a special grade curse (because lbr she could’ve gone all of the way and killed jogo if it weren’t for plot needing him to be around longer), takes control of her ENTIRE CLAN, talks shit to sukuna’s face and then is instrumental in his defeat COME ONNNN SHE’S NOT WEAK FOREVER GIVE HER TIME she’s been abused for years it’ll take her a sec!! and speaking of abuse don’t get me started on the way they talk about reader’s mother LFKJHSDLKFJ they fr act like she’s the true villain when she’s in no better of a situation than reader 😭 actually things are worse for her because she has no one but her daughter left and her relationship with reader only just starts healing in pomegranate…god forbid we have complex female characters though!!

HELP if i convert to itoshism i’m dragging you down with me i can’t do it alone!! and i think opposite sides of a war necessitates writing a conflict that isn’t black and white (or else one of the characters would be evil and that’s usually looked down upon) hence why most authors steer clear as that can be difficult to do without making any one side into a villain HAHAHA maybe one day i’ll tackle the challenge again!! believe it or not i have done so previously in ship in the harbor and ig i did it well enough people seemed to like it…who knows LMAO

PLEASE THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING like fwtkac reader posts a picture of herself and otoya on a date and karasu swipes up on the story with an entire paragraph about how her new boyfriend is ugly horrendous hideous nasty fresh out of the swamp and whatever other insults fwtkac bestie came up with meanwhile reader is just like ?? your hair can be measured with a protractor ?? LSKFHSDKFJH omg there would fr be no tabieita it would be tabiken and then otoya would just be there because karasu will never forgive the “shrek lookalike” that almost stole his girl…wait that reminds me that according to hiori fwtkac reader is the only girl karasu follows on social media??? idk but that’s making me laugh rn because i think i wrote that he’s friends with all of reader’s friend group but he’s just so loyal to this girl who absolutely despises him that he won’t follow any other females but her 😭 honestly for all of her academic genius looking back fwtkac reader is so dumb because how did she not read between the lines there…

HAHA DW i’m all good!! i’ve recently begun responding to your asks on my ipad instead of my iphone which is why my responses have gotten exponentially longer and less emoji riddled LMAOO so it’s been chill!! responding on my ipad also means no random glitching out since i’m doing it on the website which auto saves drafts iirc so double win fr

LMAOO if you do end up watching it lmk how it goes!! and yeahhh if i’m ever going to go on a long hiatus i’ll make it explicitly clear like you will be able to tell without question that i’m gone otherwise it’s probably just me being silly HAHAH anyways this ended up being a bunch of random unrelated rants i’m sorry 😭

[chuubian]

Midnight pearl

Tags Pirate Chuuya x gn mermaid reader, mermaid courting ritual, Chuuya is perpetually confused, hunting, trafficking (just talking about it not actually doing it), dehumanizing language, reader is kinda feminized? like there's a bunch of pearls and traditionally feminine things they wear and own, the flags are happy and alive

Summary While swimming peacefully in the ocean, you're suddenly caught in a big net. Pulled out of your reverie, you're hauled onto a big ship and stuffed into a tank that can barely fit you. The captain of this uncivilized group of pirates is Chuuya. He had first planned to sell you, but over time his heart softened until one day he realizes he's fallen for you.

Part 1 Part 3

The rough waves and bright lamps in the room make it hard to get proper rest. It had been at least thirty minutes since the red haired man left you all alone in the room. It was silent except for the sound of water swishing vigorously. You were glad no one else was in here, it would be embarrassing if they watched you get knocked into the glass of the tank- and you had taken more than enough humiliation for the night. The rough sounds of waves turn into hushed white noise- lulling you to sleep.

Warm radiant light shines into your eyes, dragging you out of your soothing slumber. There's a low murmur coming from outside of the office and the squeaking of creaky old wood- struggling to hold up from the weight of people walking on it over years. As the crew stepped on the floor above you, dust would sprinkle down. It was reminiscent of snow- but worse. Snow comes from the sky, soft and fluffy, refreshing, bringing out rosy cheeked children to play. This was dirty, it’s coming from the boat that’s trapping you inside its old walls, forming from the stomping of greasy angry pirates.

Thankfully, the dust couldn't reach you inside the tank. The water was completely clean except for the few pieces of hardtack and salt beef that you refused to eat- despite the short man's warning. As you were laying flat peacefully, the door creaked and slammed against the wall. In the entryway, was the same man from yesterday. You noticed he'd changed. Instead of wearing the fancy suit from last night, now he was wearing a loose linen shirt and pants. It looked much more casual, he seemed more approachable this way. His expression wasn't as annoyed as yesterday, but he still had that permanent furrow between his eyebrows.

He slowly sauntered into the room, boots thumping against the floor, the wood bending and squeaking under him. He stopped in front of the container, observing you.

“You didn't eat.”

His lips press together into a frown when you don't respond.

“Why? Would you rather starve?”

You turn to face the wall, like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Look, you don't have to be so upset. I got your stupid clams."

He pulls out a small canvas pouch from his pocket, weathered and thinning from use. Opening it up, he pulls out a small black clam. It was fresh, still dripping with seawater, smelling of salt. You turn around quickly, feeling your stomach grumble. How did you not notice how hungry you've gotten?

"Oh yeah, now you're paying attention huh?"

He grins smugly, dropping the clam into the tank through the small hole. Immediately, you grab it, breaking it open and slurping up the animal inside. It was delectable. You were starving and although the man only gave you a little, you were thankful. This was the best meal you had gotten in a while. After you finish the first one he gave you, he drops in the rest of them, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of the tank- legs spread, observing you.

Within a few minutes, you've broken open all the clams, eating all the contents inside. The tank is littered with shells, fluttering and sinking to the bottom. Sighing softly, he speaks up again.

"You happy now?"

Nodding, you can finally feel your stomach start to calm down- happy, full, and satisfied. He gets back up, holding the pouch out in front of the opening in the tank.

"Put the trash in here. I don't want you living in filth either, as annoying as you are."

You quickly gather up everything you can in your hands, pushing it out of the crater. To the man's dismay, this included a handful of salt water. It splashed all over the front of his clothes and down the side of the tank, eventually dripping down onto the rickety wooden planks. His linen shirt had become see-through and stuck to his chest.

“Seriously?!”

He was clearly upset at you, glaring, but you couldn't help laughing. It was funny to see the little man so angry. His face lightened up at the sound of your giggling.

“oh you think that's funny huh? How do you like this?”

The man lunges forward, grabbing the edges of the tank and shaking it vigorously. Once again you were embarrassingly being hurled against the glass. Face first. There was a painful ache blooming from your nose out to the rest of your face. Your hair was tangling from the disturbance, some of it even getting caught between your scales. More of the water escaped the small hole and got on him, but at this point he didn't care- his goal was clear. To get back at you.

“Agh! Stop!”

His lips quirked up into a grin, chuckling at your reaction.

“Hah. not so funny now is it?”

He finally stopped his torture and stepped back, looking proud of himself- smile dropping once he saw your reaction. You were holding your nose, whining.

"That really hurts!"

He groans, rolling his eyes.

"Come on, it wasn't that bad let me see."

He crouches down to eye level, expression unhappy. He was used to being hurt, but you werent. He couldn't seem to understand what the big deal was. When you reveal your nose, his demeanor seems to change. A look of worry flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared again.

"It's not that bad... just a little bruising. Does it hurt?"

Nodding, you try to rub it in a soothing manner, but that only makes it worse.

"I dont think it's broken but it's still painful."

Sighing he stands back up.

"This just had to happen. It's gonna be harder to sell ya when you're damaged goods now."

Scowling, heat rises through your body. You knew this was going to happen but it still felt horrible to hear. You were going to be sold to the highest bidder. Like an object. There was a pit deep in your stomach, aching and crawling with uneasiness.

"You're still planning to sell me?"

He looks at you like you're stupid.

"'Course I am. Did you think you were here just as a decoration?"

Shame burns on your face. You can't even meet his eyes anymore. Some small part of you still had optimism that the man would change his mind, but judging from his attitude, that wasn't any time soon.

"Don't be sad. Think of how much money you'll bring us."

He's mocking you. Taking enjoyment in seeing you down. After watching you for a few seconds, he speaks up again.

"Look, let's get you fixed up okay?"

He tinkers with the old lock on the container holding you prisoner- chains clanking loudly as they loosen. Some rust scrapes off and dirties the surfaces around it, leaving deep orange dust on the floor and glass of the tank. As the lid comes off the container, the air returns back to your lungs. It might not be much, but subconsciously, you can almost believe that you're being freed. That you're being given a small mercy. That they might be remorseful. The ginger man reaches into the water, taking hold of your waist in a similar way that his henchmen had the night before. His rough fingers dig into your flesh, firmly grabbing and fishing you out. The man doesn't seem to care that you're getting him wet yet again, and sets you down on the chair he was sitting in before.

Your lungs fill with dry air- it's something you're not used to even after years of sitting on rocks above the ocean, looking down from the surface to the world underneath. It wasn't necessarily some common occurrence for you to stay on dry land. You tended to stay under water, where it was cool and refreshing, where you could feel the water hug you, where it felt like home. Your skin is starting to dry relatively quickly, probably due to the amount of salt from the sea water you're covered in. The scales on your tail were pressing into the chair, making it uncomfortable but not overtly painful. Unfortunately, your tail was long, so the soft, flowy end of it was brushing against the old wood. These stupid chairs definitely weren't made with someone of your anatomy in mind.

"There we go. Now, don't you dare try and wiggle away, i'll catch you again before you know it if you try."

He walks out of the room quickly, you can hear the faint footsteps and creaking wood fade until they're gone altogether. As you sit there, contemplating if you should try to escape- and if it would even work- he comes back. The short man grabs the chair from behind his desk and settles down across from you. He's holding a little pouch that's completely soaked through with water. Slowly, he scoots closer until his knees are pressed against the fleshy part of your tail, you can feel the soft fabric of his pants rubbing against it. Reaching his hands up, his calloused fingers feel around your nose. It aches and feels sore, almost like he's trying to dig his fingers into your face. Your nose is starting to deepen into a burgundy color, blood vessels bursting, letting the red substance rise to the top of your skin and form a painful looking bruise.

“It's definitely not broken. Here, put this on your nose.”

He hands you the small pouch that was in his hands. When you grab it, it's surprisingly cold. Freezing actually. There seems to be ice inside- that already started melting from the hot weather outside. You put the ice pouch on your nose, the hard texture and sudden frigid feeling make you hiss in pain, but after a minute your body adjusts to the new sensation.

“You mermaids are real high maintenance huh? so delicate.”

Shrugging, you relax into the chair.

“Maybe i'm not high maintenance, maybe you're just a barbarian.”

He grins, leaning back in his fancy leather chair.

“Yeah? You haven't seen anything yet.”

He glances down your body, taking notice of the finger shaped bruises that formed in your waist from last night. They weren't very big but they were littered across your arms, waist, and back.

“Those guys back there really roughed ya up huh?”

Glancing down you noticed that over the few hours of the night the marks had deepened in color, becoming yellowish and dark purple. Nodding, you look back up at him.

“Is everyone on this ship so... aggressive?”

The ginger man's lips purse together, unhappy with your wording.

"They Are not aggressive just... unaware of their strength."

"Or they're both."

His face sours. He crosses their legs and sits up straighter.

"And if they are aggressive? So what? You can't do anything about it anyways."

When you don't answer, he changes the subject.

"So what do mermaids even do down there? you sing or something?"

"Sometimes... Do you know anything about mermaids? Or are they just things you read about in fantasy books?"

His eyes narrow, taking a deep breath.

"I never had any interest in researching mermaids, but youre here now, I might as well get to know you... You ever been on land before?"

Shaking your head, you finally put down the pouch of ice. It was starting to hurt more than it was helping. The man winced when he saw your face but quickly shook his head, trying not to point out the awful swelling.

"It's not like I can walk, what would even be the point of leaving the sea?"

"I dunno, to check it out? You're not curious?"

"Are you curious about the ocean? Why don't you check it out?"

He gives you a pointed look. Right. You almost forgot his profession.

"Sorry. Stupid question."

Taking a deep breath, you decide to ask some questions of your own.

"What's your name?"

"Why do you need to know?"

You roll your eyes. Are all pirates so closed off? It's just a simple question. Public information really.

"So I know what to call you…"

"It's Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara."

“Chuuya…”

You repeat the name, it feels foreign on your tongue- but not in a bad way. The man's face flushes a bit when you call him that. He adjusts himself in the chair, sitting up straighter, eyebrow raised.

“Is that all you wanted to know?”

“So now all of a sudden you want to tell me about yourself?”

He huffs, face turning redder to match his hair.

“You're the one who started asking me questions!”

Thinking, you bring the ice back up to your face. It's already starting to feel a little better- though not by a lot.

“How did you become a pirate?��

That question seems to strike a nerve. Chuuya tenses up visibly, face twisting.

“It's a… long story.”

Somehow you feel like you shouldnt pry, but curiosity is getting the best of you.

“It's not like I can leave, I have all the time in the world.”

He hesitates. The tension in the room grows, you notice how his hand clenched in the fabric of his pants. Taking a deep breath, he finally speaks again.

“I didn't have a family growing up- at least not one that I remember. When I was 7 I joined a group of kids like me. We helped protect each other, but eventually things fell apart and they stabbed me in the back… After that, a group of pirates took me in and treated me as their own, and here I am now. 7 years later.”

You take a few seconds to process everything. He had gone through so much, and even though he kidnapped you, you can't help it when your heart starts to sting. Maybe you shouldn't have even asked. He seemed to gloss over it, but it was evident that those memories are still a sore subject. Visions of the past, gnawing at the deep recesses of his mind. No matter how hard he tried, the things he'd been through would always be a part of him. They would always haunt him.

“I'm so sorry that happened. A child shouldn't have gone through that.”

Chuuya gulps hard, adjusting his collar. You give him a half smile, as if trying to make him feel better and yourself less guilty. The tension filling the room is thick and heavy, making it hard to move or breathe.

“It's fine, it's all behind me. My crew is my family now and I trust them. I don't need your pity.”

His hands clench, trying to hang on to any shred of dignity. Chuuya didn’t necessarily seem like someone who was used to talking about his feelings.

“It's not pity i just-“

He cuts you off.

“It is. and it's fine if you feel bad but I don't need you seeing me as some kind of emotional, broken person.”

“I don't see you as broken. I'm just… sympathetic.”

His eyes are narrowed, studying your expression and body language. Eventually he seems to accept your answer, relaxing in his seat, mumbling softly.

“Thanks I guess.”

You smile.

“What was that?”

Chuuya blushes a dark red, the color spreading from his cheeks all the way under the collar of his shirt- chest puffing out. He speaks quickly, completely mortified.

“I said thank you.”

You snicker at his reaction- it was funny to see how easily flustered he gets, while being a pirate who had definitely killed people before. Chuuya crosses his arms, huffing and pouting immaturely.

“Well what about you… Do you have a family? Any friends? No one tried to come to your rescue, you know.”

You put down the ice pouch on your lap, fiddling with your fingers nervously. There's a hollow feeling in your chest- reminding you of the bleak emptiness in your life. You had nothing and no one. Shaking your head, you can barely even maintain eye contact. Chuuya’s gaze is intense, even if you don't look at him, you can feel his stare burning into the side of your face. You look out the window while avoiding his eyeline, the open ocean is so close yet so far away.

“I dont have anyone any more.”

Chuuya’s face softens. He follows your line of sight to the view outside the room. Something stirs up in his chest, a tenderness, a twinge of understanding. He had been there before too. A lonely child, with no one who cared for him and no one who would help. He didn't even know what sliced bread was. He was starving. Until he found the sheep. He felt a sense of mutual understanding between you two. You were like two sides of the same coin. Chuuya stood up quietly and grabbed the pouch of ice from your lap. His fingers brushed against yours- a buzzing, electrifying sensation washed over your hand. It was gone as quickly as it came, leaving as soon as Chuuya stopped touching you. But the heavy pressure on your lungs didn't. The tension in the air was palpable, sinking down and making it hard to move from your seat. You didn't know whether you should speak first or wait for him. While you're considering what to do next, he interrupts your thoughts.

“Do you wanna look at the sea again? without a window in between you?”

You nod, still staring out the window. There's a faint look of bitterness and mourning in your eyes. Lamenting the way of life you had before. Free to do as you please. Your body is starting to feel numb and light, as if you aren't even in control of your own body. Like you're watching over the scene through a tv screen. Chuuya shakes your shoulder lightly, snapping you out of it.

"You okay? Can you survive for long without water?"

The air around him is soothing, helping to ease your nerves, helping bring you back to reality. It's hard to speak up, your voice seems to have given up on you. Turning ordinary talking into hushed whispers.

"I'm fine. dry air doesn't hurt me, I just like water more... Can I go see it?"

"Sure, I'll help you up."

Chuuya leans down, arms wrapping around your hips and waist, picking you up like nothing. His hair brushes against your face- it's soft and shiny. The man doesn't dig his fingers into your skin how he did last time, now, he tries to be considerate. When you both make contact, a shiver runs through your body. He's so warm and so close. your breath was stolen from your lungs, heartbeat speeding up. He took notice, oblivious to the real reason why.

“Are you scared?”

shaking your head, you try to seem strong.

“No... Can we just go?”

He acknowledges your question and starts walking out of the room with you in his arms. the old floors screech, straining and struggling to hold up the both of you. You hadn't noticed the night before during the chaos, but a few of the planks had already developed small holes. Even the walls were dirty, developing mold and starting to rot. Chuuya’s grip doesn't falter even once. As he walks through the perplexing hallways, you can feel people's eyes on you. It's unsettling. repulsive. It's nothing like the way Chuuya looks at you.

Soon, you reach the upper deck. Large waves splash against the side of the boat, covering the floors in salt water. No wonder everything was deteriorating. The sun is high above the sky, warming your skin and lighting everything in its sight. It was a welcome change from the monotonous picture of Chuuya’s office. There was a large group surrounding the two of you, pretending to work while they gossip and giggle amongst themselves. Chuuya scowls once he notices.

“Albatross! get your ass over here!”

A man in the distance jumps in surprise, quickly running over to you. Once he's up close you notice how short he is too- did Chuuya only hire people his height?- with blonde hair and a small braid. It's evident he's been out in the sun every day for years judging by his bright red sunburn and the glasses-shaped tan around his eyes. Just like the rest of the crew, he smells of sweat and salt. His breath is an especially awful concoction of beer and meat. But in spite of the awful conditions he lives in, his smile is beaming.

“Yeah? Who's this you got here? New toy?”

The blonde man is laughing through this, poking Chuuya in the ribs and teasing him. As soon as the words leave his mouth Chuuya flushes a light pink, annoyed at Albatross’s pestering attitude.

“‘Course not! go get me two chairs before i beat your ass!”

“On it boss!”

Albatross stands up straight and salutes Chuuya, chuckling to himself before running off. His braid swings from side to side, hitting him in the face while he rushes around. The blonde man drags two small chairs over to the two of you. Chuuya settles you down. The seat is weirdly squishy for something made of wood, starting to fall apart and decay. the end of your tail brushes against the wet wooden floors. It's hardly anything but it soothes your nerves, refreshing your body with the cool water.

Chuuya takes the seat across from you, looking out over the ledge, to the sea. It's a gorgeous deep blue color. A familiar hue. One you see every day. Salt water splashes onto your face, hydrating your previously parched skin. You couldn't help but smile- despite the lump in your throat and the trembling of your lips. It was a bittersweet moment. The roaring ocean you loved would never be yours again. Albatross’s loud voice butts in, dragging you out of your musings.

“So boss, when are we selling it?”

Chuuya’s eyes flicker with anger, narrowing, and glancing over at him.

“None of your business, go away.”

He waves Albatross off, scowling at him and anyone else who tries to look their way. But the mean look does nothing to deter the one other person on the ship who looks genuinely clean. A woman steps forward, taller than Chuuya, wearing a pink kimono and flowers in her hair. She smells like silk flowers and baby powder, a contrast to Chuuya’s darker scent. She kind of just looks like his older sister, with the same bright red hair.

“Chuuya, try not to be so grumpy all the time, hm?”

She walks behind you, resting her hands on the sides of your head. Her silk kimono is soft against your skin, alleviating it after the salt dried it and made it sensitive to certain textures.

“Ane-san you don’t understand. If Albatross wasn't such a pain in the ass, I wouldn't be irritated.”

Chuuya crosses his arms and leans back in his seat, mumbling under his breath, cheeks light pink.

“Well, regardless… You seem to have developed a soft spot for this pretty thing here huh? You should keep your goal in mind, Chuuya.”

She gently runs her fingers through your hair, nails scratching around your scalp. It makes your back and head tingle, relaxing and easing the tension in your body.

“No! it was just upset… I-I’m just letting it look at the water okay? I'm not letting it go.”

They continue to talk about auctioning you. Like you weren't even there. The audacity to discuss things like this in your face is ridiculous. For a second you had even thought that Chuuya was warming up to you. It was such a stupid thing to hope for. That there was any sense of understanding or camaraderie between you two. The woman's touch does little to help you loosen up any more. The sea is so close. You could almost taste it. If you would just… jump overboard.

Before you think about it too hard, you've gotten out of your seat and attempted to launch yourself overboard. It was hard. You couldn't use your tail to help you on dry land so you had to use your own arm strength, and then you finally got a little over the ledge, the wood was rubbing against you stomach and tail, creating a grating sensation- making it harder to slip off the balcony and into the water. Some of the wood splintered off, digging into your skin and trapping itself in between your scales. Just as you were almost gone, once you had started sliding down, you felt four hands on your tail, pulling you back onto the deck. Your back slams hard into the floor, knocking the air out of your lungs. It's a deeply unpleasant feeling, one that not only hurts your physical body but creates a buzzing sensation in your head.

The awareness that you truly will never get away sets in. There's too many eyes watching you at all times. They all know about you. They know what's going to happen with you eventually. They're not only aware of it, but they also help each other keep you tethered to this place. Until they sell you off at least. Until they make enough money from you. Without a care for what you have to say or think.

Your attempted escape had caught the attention of everyone, bringing a large crowd to surround the three of you. The crew of pirates were gossiping and whispering, some even laughing that you really thought your plan could work. The sight and smell of everyone around you was suffocating. Everyone was so packed together that you could barely even see the sunlight anymore. The bright sunshine that gives life to everything on earth. Chuuya had straddled your hips, pinning your wrists down. His grip was tight, you briefly wondered if he even knew his own strength. The woman was standing over the both of you, looking down at you with disdain. Apart from the wet sleeves of her kimono, she looked perfectly calm. Her hairstyle didn't have even one strand out of place.

“All of ya’ll need to back up!”

The crew scattered at his harsh tone, going back to doing their pretend work, ducking behind barrels and pillars to spy on you. Chuuya picked you up by the waist, sitting you down on the chair again, not bothering to move away from the edge.

“I'm guessing you won't be doing that again.”

The woman stood behind you again. She grabbed your shoulders this time, nails digging into your flesh as warning.

“You should learn to behave little mermaid, next time I won't be so merciful.”

Her words sent chills down your spine. Did they plan to kill you? You wouldn't put it past them, but weren't you a little too valuable to die just like that? As soon as her touch was there, it was gone. Her words carry weight, sticking in your mind and burying themselves deep in the depths of your mind. Her light footsteps are almost completely silent, masked by the reverberating waves of water.

“You know you won't escape dont you? you know it deep in your heart and soul, so why did you do that?”

“I had to at least try.”

Chuuya stares at you, arms crossed, unsatisfied.

“It could've gotten you killed.”

“I know.”

You stare out at the sea, watching the fish swim and dance in the water, jumping for joy. If you close, you can almost imagine you're still in the ocean. Covered in the invigorating water. You can pretend that your lungs aren’t filled with dry, hot, air but instead with the thing that was most natural to you. Water. Before you notice, your eyes start to tear up. Your entire body was in anguish, mourning the loss of its natural habitat. Your hands were trembling, and there was a pressure building up in your head that was becoming painful. Chuuya’s eyes widened, not expecting you to suddenly start crying.

He reached out for your hand, trying to pacify your sorrows but it didn't seem to work. Your face was reddening, cheeks covered in wet tears, and it was only getting worse. soft sniffling and crying noises were the only sounds he could hear. everyone had stopped working or talking and just stared. In a moment of panic, Chuuya pulled you onto his lap. Your scales were getting caught in his pants, trapping the fabric under a few of them but he didn't pay it any mind. His main goal was to calm you down. Trying to pry his hands off didn't work, his arms are too strong- so your next course of action was to hit him, in hopes that he would release you. You slammed your fists against his chest, pushing him away, but this only made him hold onto you tighter. He didn't seem fazed at all.

Chuuya held you closer, letting you bury your face in the crook of his neck and cry your heart out. the wailing and bawling was starting to have an effect on him. The sore sensation in his stomach was getting worse. He had an urge to comfort you. To make you not only laugh temporarily- but happy permanently. He ran his fingers through your tangled locks of hair, waiting for you to finish your agonizing display on your own time. The sensation of his skin on yours was tranquilizing and energizing all at the same time. A fluttering feeling bloomed from your stomach, spreading all the way out to your extremities.

When you finally stopped sobbing after a few minutes, you sat back up straight. Your lips were swollen and red, cheeks flushed and shiny with tears, and your eyes were puffy and glassy. To Chuuya, it wasn't an ugly sight at all. It was a view that was just as beautiful as your regular self. He reached out, running his thumb over your cheek, wiping the wetness from them. His cheeks burn a bit, turning into a light pink, embarrassed by all the eyes on him and how close you are at this moment. He runs his hands up and down your sides, hoping to ease the tension.

“I'm sorry it has to be this way.”

He's starting to regret his actions. Wouldn't it be easier to just let you go? He has enough money anyways he doesn't have to sell you. You don't answer, just finding comfort in his strong hold. The excessive crying had exhausted your mind and body, the warmth radiating from his skin and the high afternoon sun was making it harder to keep your eyes open. Chuuya pulled you closer, letting you rest your entire body on him. Your consciousness slowly starts slipping away, sounds fading, eyes fluttering shut, body going numb, until you fall asleep again.

[krakenattack]

An Unfinalized List of Characters in FFVII Remake, In Order of Who Wants to Get Into Cloud's Pants Least to Most

To be finalized when I finish the game. A note: this is the first Final Fantasy game I have played, so I have no nostalgic connection to these characters.

Barrett - A fanatic. All his passion is wrapped up in The Cause. Literally uninterested in anything but the cause. If there was a physical way to make sweet love to the cause, he'd do it. He'd settle for someone who cared about it as much as he does. Deeply uninterested in Cloud.

Aerith - I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. Maybe I'll change her position as the game goes on, but right now she's mostly interested in Cloud the way one might be in an undersocialized cat. Kinda worried, but also laughing a bit as it tries to make sense of its new supportive environment.

Reno - only had one fight with him so far, but he only flirted with Cloud like two or three times in that whole 15-min fight, which is well within the range of flirting during battle that is acceptable for making jokes or attempting to unnerve your opponent. Would he fuck Cloud? Who knows, he is currently an enigma to me.

Biggs - He clearly is a part of Team Re-Socialize Cloud Properly. He wants to be Cloud's casual dude-buddy. Invite him over for an equivalent of a game day night hangout with beer and pizza. If they were both drunk and Cloud offered a friendly mutual-exchange handjob, Biggs would be up for it, but it'd probably only be the once. Also, Cloud would never offer so their bro-ship is pretty safe.

President of Shinra - If there was something in it for him, like increased market share or it was part of a 14-step plan to something else, he’d do it. But I don���t think he’d enjoy it very much.

Heidegger - Not interested in and of itself, but that’s a man who would deeply enjoy some sort of humiliation fuck with Cloud, just because he’s clearly the kind of guy to get off on public and private humiliation. He’d do it as some sort of powerplay, possibly in front of cameras.

Wedge - OKAY HERE’S THE THING. Wedge is a beautiful mystery to me. He clearly hero-worships Cloud, openly seeks his approval and goes out of his way to help and assist Cloud any chance he gets. But, does that translate to romantic/sexual interest??? Or does he simply view Cloud as cool-older-brother material? I put him this high because after some consideration, I concluded that if Cloud ever made a move towards him, Wedge would absolutely jump at a chance to be involved with him. Fortunately, as above, Cloud would never offer, which is good since that relationship would be awful for both of them.

Jessie - So by all rights, she should be higher, since every third sentence out of her mouth is assuring Cloud that she would love to take a ride on that, anytime and anywhere he wanted. But I don’t actually think, under the smokescreen lascivious behavior, that she’s actually that interested in Cloud. Would she cheerfully sleep with him if he made even the slightest twitch towards her? Yes, 100%. But I just can’t see her doing it more than a handful of times before she got bored, unless Cloud has some masterful techniques, which we all know he doesn’t. Jessie’s more interested in the chase, in wearing down the resistance. She’s not interested in Cloud, per se, she’s interested in the character he’s playing, which is fun considering she’s playing her own character 24/7.

Roche - Oh he definitely wants some rivalry sex. He wants to have Cloud as his eternal rival, dancing together in fighting and in bed. This is probably what he considers a romance, and he’d love to both win and lose against Cloud forever, until they’d burned down the city between them. I put him higher than Jessie because he is technically interested in Cloud as a person, even though he has deeply misinterpreted what kind of person Cloud is. If he doesn’t show up again, either later or in the next game to try to fight/seduce Cloud again, I will be very surprised.

Tifa - Oh girl. She got it bad. She not only wants Cloud physically, she desperately wants a romance from him. They grew up together, and then he left, and then they meet again and it’s so clear that something in him is broken, and she wants desperately to be the one to fix it. She wants to be his sweet, loving angel who embraces him softly and brings him back to humanity. She is the president of the Re-Socialize Cloud Properly club (with Biggs as vice president and Aerith as treasurer). She is totally and fully in love with him, but she doesn’t get why the love of a good woman isn’t fixing what is clearly so wrong with him. Poor girl. Terrible choice for romantic partner, unless she wisens up.

Sephiroth - We all saw this coming. He has shown up in game possibly-for-real like, four times, each time smirking that little smirk at Cloud and saying things like ‘I would be loath to live in a world where you and I are not bound together’ and ‘I am your everything’ and maybe pinning Cloud to the ground. Sephiroth doesn’t just want Cloud, he craves Cloud. If he could cut Cloud open and intermingle their very essences together, he’d do it. He’d like to consume Cloud totally, envelop him so that all Cloud does or thinks about is him. If he could personally give Cloud every mouthful of air he breathes, he’d do it. Interestingly, Sephiroth is the only one who I’d ping as Cloud being interested in in return. Cloud’s an emotionless, stoic little traumasack, and the only person thus far he’s had strong emotional reactions to is Sephiroth. Now, granted, they’re all desires to kick his ass, or disbelief, or even fear, but at least that some sort of handhold that no one else has. Poor Tifa didn’t even start getting such basic decencies as ‘listening to your friends problems and trying to help’ or ‘vaguely courteous responses to questions’ until an old woman lectured him about being a dick.

[elysianslove]

SAL YOURE GONNA KILL ME TOO

Id definitely be missing samu so much the morning of the wedding. there's about half an hour until you have to walk down the aisle, but all your makeup, hair everything is done, so all you can do is focus on breathing and try not to overthink. samu's the only one who can calm you down with a few words, and just as youre thinking of him, there's a knock on your door and you know that its osamu. just hearing his muffled voice is giving your stomach butterflies, but conversing with him like you always do is so comforting and puts your mind at ease.

tunnel vision when you lock eyes for the first time on you wedding day. later at the reception, samu can't stop calling you his wife, he's like 'yes my wife is actually...' or 'my wife's friend helped with the planning...' etc etc

when you call him your husband he literally pops a boner jdsjcnksjnckddc

omg I had this thought ages ago that when u toss the bouquet and it flies towards atsumu he sets it on instinct 💀💀 and bo goes along with it and spikes it right into omi's face and omi's like 😊 on the outside trying to be civil at your wedding but on the inside he's like EVERY SECOND YOU ARENT RUNNING IM ONLY GETTING CLOSER

THE HONEYMOON its somehow the most wholesome thing ever but at the same time also super filthy jckjsnc because you and samu are so lovey dovey and kissy kissy honey sugar boo, you never thought you could smile this much, and samu thinks that even if there was a tsunami or something during your honeymoon he'd still be happy because he's with you BUT you don't think you've had so much sex in your life like samu thinks ur a goddess and wants to be touching you and inside u 24/7 and youre so FERAL FOR HIMMMM

- auri 💘

oh my god auri i saw this video of this couple that just got married n they‘re in their hotel room still in the dress and suit and they’re just practicing saying ‘my wife’ and ‘my husband’ repeatedly plshsbsjd

idk if that’s more tsumu or samu i just had to tell you 😭

and to samu it’s also like not just saying it but also the idea?? and knowledge?? that you’re his wife?? you come in his shop during work hours n he spots you and smiles softly but his mind is just going “WIFE! WIFE! WIFE!” and if he’s talking to someone u and him dont really know and he goes “i’ll check with my wife” cause he can’t just say your name since they don’t know who you are his brain again goes “WIFE!WIFE! WIFE!!!” it’s so casual and domestic and real and justhehhdjd

PLEASE TSUMU SETTING THE BOUQET AND OMI CATCHING IT <3333 pls he drops it like it caught on fire cause marriage ??? no thank u. wait idk if u ship sakuatsu but imagine that’s before they even got together and years later they’re getting married n u and samu are just like “we manifested this. this is our doing. where’s our thank you.”

THE HONEYMOON. THE HONEYMOON. fr samu fucks you every single day. like every single day. idk how his balls are managing but they are. and if he’s not fucking you his head is between your thighs or his fingers are teasing you. omg you and samu finding a secluded part of the beach and he ,,, fingers you. his hands slides past your bikini bottoms and he just has his fun. no one can see anyways... or OMG SEX AGAINST THE WINDOWS OH MY GOD

oh my god. ohmygod i just had an epiphany.

[archester-creations]

as we dance with the devil tonight

@rwbyrarepairexchange I wrote for @leanmeansaltinemachine !! Here’s one of them! (Pyrrha/Ruby/Penny ft. Salem & Pyrrha, casual magic, and prophecies)

It took maybe a minute of Ruby and Penny being dead for Pyrrha to jump to her decision. Maybe Yang was right, back when she'd joked about Pyrrha needing ‘adult supervision’ and discarding the fact that both Penny and Ruby were, indeed, younger than her. Of course, the appearance of the witch didn't help. She was still the one who said ‘yes’. Yes to the promise that if she only followed the witch, that if she left her spouses behind and lived with the witch, they'd be brought back to life. The decision wasn't exactly hard. Barely five seconds of that minute had been that decision– and two of those was the time it took to say the word. Pyrrha only wished she could've said something to Penny and Ruby before she left.

Grogginess weighed on Ruby when she opened her eyes. Like she’d just woken up from too much sleep. She turned to see Penny next to her, rubbing sleep from her eyes. The shirt Penny had worn that day was scorched. That is all it took for Ruby to realize that this wasn't right. And with it came the memory of why . Ruby looked around, half frantic. There were rocks, and dirt, and trees in the distance, and Penny, but—  “Penny? Where’s Pyrhha?”

Penny scanned the area just as Ruby did. “I don't know.”

“Fuck,” Ruby whispered quietly. They'd died . There was no telling what Pyrrha would do because of that. “We have to find her quickly.”

“Agreed,” Penny said.

  They traveled back to where they were staying, so Penny could make a tracking spell. The spell didn’t take that many ingredients and luckily they had all of them with them. Including Pyrrha’s hair from their hairbrush, since none of them had cleaned it out that morning. Ruby practically vibrated as she waited for it to be finished. When the spell condensed into a ball of magic, she ran over so quickly a rush of wind caused it to bob in the air like a ship in the ocean. Unlike Penny's normal brand of magic, this spell glowed a deep red the shade of Pyrrha's hair. The shining ball uncurled into a wisp and stretch and stretched and s t r e t c h e d until neither girl could see where it ended. Only then did it fall to the ground. Staying where it landed like yarn that would be invisible to all but them. Ruby picked the end up. It tingled with what felt like electricity between her fingers.

“This will lead us to her?” Ruby asked.

“Yep!” Penny said, standing up from her seated position. “All we have to do is follow it.”

“Perfect!” Ruby said. She dashed around the room, gathering the stuff she'd been too distracted pacing to grab. “Then we can leave as soon as we check out of the room and get our wife back!”

“Do you think the monster that killed us… stole her?” Penny asked, worrying at a loose thread leftover from the fight.

“I don't know, Penny,” Ruby answered honestly. “But if it did, she'll be okay. She's strong and we'll help her kick its ass when we get there!”

Penny nodded. “We're more prepared now, too.”

“Exactly!”

  Pyrrha let the witch lead her to a tall door. Everything in this castle was tall. Tall and surprisingly empty. Given the size, Pyrrha would've expected to spot a few servants, but she hasn't even seen a rat.

The witch was included in the ‘everything’ of the castle’s tallness. Ever since she was a child, Pyrrha had been tall. Taller than both her moms, taller than both her wives, taller even than her best friend, Yang- someone who was tall in her own right. Still the witch towered over her. Numerous inches separated them in actuality while sheer presence exaggerated the difference to a few feet. Long white hair was bound into a bun by green wire and she wore a deep black dress with a high collar that trailed behind her as she walked in front of Pyrrha with a regal gait.

“What's your name?” Pyrrha tried once more and while red eyes did glance back at her, the question remained unanswered.

There was a creak from the door as it opened. It echoed loud and clear in the silence of the castle. It made the fact that their footsteps were silent for the entire walk glaringly obvious. Especially since the floor was devoid of carpet.

“This is your room,” the witch said. Pyrrha stepped inside and looked around. Every piece of furniture looked to be made with the same red wood as the door. Unlike the hallways, there was a large and ornate carpet in the center of the room that stretched towards the walls, missing each by just centimeters.

“Thank you,” Pyrrha said, looking back at the witch. The witch seemed to almost stiffen at her words, but nodded all the same.

“Dinner will be sent up for you tonight. Get acquainted with your room, there are clothes in the wardrobe and you can let me know if their size needs to be adjusted,” the witch said.

“Thank you,” Pyrrha said again. This time there was no reaction to her words. The witch turned from the room and shut the door behind her. When Pyrrha tried the handle- out of curiosity, not a desire to escape; she'd made her choice and made a promise to stay- it was locked.

As the witch had suggested, Pyrrha moved on to get acquainted with her new room. Though all she really did was lie on the bed. It was large and plush, covered in a dark red comforter that matched the base under the black and white pattern on the carpet. When she sat down on it, she sank a little. It was the first time she'd ever sunk into a mattress without Penny and Ruby lying on top of her. She wondered how they were. Both of them were strong, they'd do fine without her and would protect each other. She was confident about that. But would they be okay for however long she'd be kept here? Maybe if she asked nicely the witch would let her checkup on them somehow. Even if it was just with a seeing spell.

Or she could take Yang and Ruby’s bad influence to its natural conclusion and search for a way to make her own. Though first she'd have to get out of her new room. She'd stay in the castle as she'd promised, she'd just look around for anything that would allow her to keep a watchful eye on her wives.

And so started her first day in Salem’s castle.

  The thread seemed to stretch onward forever. When the sun set, the thread glimmered beautifully under the changing hue of the sky. Though it would’ve been more beautiful if they were closer to Pyrrha. Almost a full day and they had not yet reached its end nor had it gotten shorter. At least, it didn’t seem like it had. Ruby was about the direct opposite of ready to sleep. If she has her way, she’d continue to follow it until her feet bled and she found Pyrrha, who she was understandably worried about when they had no idea who'd taken her. (Someone had to of taken her. She wouldn't have left their side otherwise.) But sleep was important and Penny needed it.

“She'll be okay, we'll find her tomorrow,” Ruby said so Penny wouldn't worry. The way Penny nodded told her she knew it was more for Ruby’s own benefit. It didn't feel as bad to be seen through as she'd thought it would be years ago.

They woke up early the next morning to continue their trip. The sun rose with soft colours- pinks and blues bleeding into the sky like cotton candy- so at least it'd be a nice day to travel. Especially since mostly all they would do was travel. Penny adjusted her bag and Ruby picked the thread back up. It would be a long walk. But it would be worth it to get Pyrrha back.

 Pyrrha didn't actually make a lot of plans. Because she was a warrior and had been a part of the royal guard before she left, it was often assumed that she did, but she didn't. Most of the time her body simply moved without her input. No, Ruby was the one who usually came up with the plans. Which left her feeling a little out of her depth and a little weird as she searched her room for paper and a writing utensil so she could map out the castle as she searched and a bag to hold them in. At least everything that she would do here wasn’t that different from some of the things she’d done with the royal guard. Definitely different, but not outrageously so.

The door hadn’t actually been relocked after dinner. She didn't know if Salem left it unlocked because she trusted Pyrrha wouldn't leave her room, she'd put a sleeping drought in her food or drink (unlikely) so she wasn't worried, or Salem just didn't care what she did so long she stayed in the castle. It would be easier if it was the third reason. That way she wouldn't have to sneak around so much. (No matter what she was sure there'd be some sneaking. The castle was big. No doubt it held secrets Salem wouldn't want her to learn.) But she couldn't discount the first which meant Salem likely wouldn’t react too kindly to her exploration. Which meant she had to be careful. Everything she grabbed was placed into the bag, and Pyrrha edged her way out of the room. The hallways were large and echoey. Her shoes were left behind. It helped.

The rooms were surprisingly empty. Not of stuff- though there were plenty of rooms that were actually empty of that too- but of people. Of course there hadn't been anybody when she was brought in. And Salem was the only one she saw at dinner. But she'd figured with a place this large, she'd spot someone else eventually. Or an animal. Even a cobweb . There was nothing, though. Not a singular sign of life. Somehow it made the castle seem much larger and colder.

That wasn't what she was actually looking for, she surprisingly had to remind herself. It wasn't very like her to get distracted. Still, looking for it or not, Pyrrha found a sign of life twenty three rooms in. A small music box that danced with snowflakes and deer when you cranked the handle. There was a thin layer of dust on it, different from the thicker layer around the rest of the room. Like it’d been touched but not very recently. The rest of the room fit the aesthetic of the music box more than it did the castle. There were cool blue bed curtains draped from a bed canopy and a white comforter. The furniture was a black wood instead of the red she'd become accustomed with. On top of that, there were clothes in the armoire, while every other room was empty.

It was not the first room that Pyrrha would find like that. Over the week she would find four in total. One with a green swing bed, another with a brown bed with red pillows that looked more like a nest, and a final one with a blue comforter and yellow curtains over the windows. None of the four rooms used the red wood the others did. But they didn't all use the same, either. Every room seemed custom built for someone. Though Pyrrha had no idea who.

(The first time she'd found the room with the nest like bed had been almost embarrassing. It’d been late and she'd fallen asleep on the bed without even realizing it. She'd woken up sneezing from the dust.)

A week went by without her seeing Salem except when they ate. The search still hadn't turned up any spells. Though she'd found a silver hand mirror in the first bedroom that she hid in the room she occupied and a library that was too large to search in a day. Or in a month, possibly. It was five stories with shelves lining every wall and books filling every shelf. It was the library of a long line of people who traveled a lot and collected books from everywhere they traveled. Pyrrha itched to simply ask Salem for a spell. She’d taken to carrying the mirror with her.

She did not ask.

By the end of the week, Pyrrha had found every room. The only room she hadn’t entered was Salem’s. It was a breach of privacy she didn’t want to break when Salem had been hospitable to her the entire stay and she’d made the free choice to come to the castle. Eventually she would ask.

  Oftentimes, while they ate, Salem would ask her questions. About where she lived, where she grew up, the castle and ruler she used to fight for, her moms and spouses and friends. Pyrrha would answer as best she could and Salem would drink tea as she talked. No matter how long she talked for, Salem always seemed to listen. Those were long meals. They reminded her a bit of the meals from the old castle. Except while both were obligatory, this one was certainly more pleasant.

Early in the beginning, Pyrrha learned that Salem wouldn’t answer any questions about her own past. The owners of the four rooms went unknown.

  Eventually Salem found her in the library. Everything in Pyrrha froze up. But Salem didn’t say anything. She just continued past Pyrrha, her teacup on it’s saucer and her teapot floating along beside her. The candle at the table next to her chair lit itself when she sat down and a book came to her from its shelf. Casual magic similar to stuff Pyrrha had seen Salem do constantly, no spells or words and barely any gestures, if Salem even decided to bother. It was more impressive than even the oldest of the wizards Pyrrha had met. She wondered how long Salem practiced, how old she’d been when she started. It was unlikely, but.

“How old were you when you started to learn?” Pyrrha asked. Salem hummed and Pyrrha clarified, “Magic.”

Salem looked up at the ceiling. “About your age, I assume.” Pyrrha gaped at her. That old? From the magic control Pyrrha’d thought she’d been so much young- “Fifteen.” What ?

“Ma’am… I’m twenty five,” Pyrrha said.

“Oh.” Salem looked surprised. “Right, my apologizes. I haven’t actually had anyone here with me in quite a while and I’ve always been rather bad with ages.”

“So you were fifteen?” Pyrrha asked. That still seemed a little old, but Pyrrha assumed it could be hours a day of practice combined with a natural talent. But what surprised Pyrrha more was that she’d gotten an actual answer.

“Yes,” Salem said and said nothing more. Pyrrha stared at her for just a minute longer, before she went back to reading through the library. One of the books had to have a seeing spell.

The next day, the same happened, though no dialogue was exchanged. It looked like Salem didn’t mind her presence here. Pyrrha was relieved with that, she didn’t want to sneak around the castle anymore than she already had.

For days this pattern repeated. They would read in the library together and sometimes Pyrrha would feel Salem’s eyes on her, but Salem never said a word. The only time they would speak was during meals. Even then it was only Pyrrha. Salem didn’t give anything about her past again. Not for a long time.

  “Can I have a seeing spell?” Salem looked up at Pyrrha, a single elegant eyebrow raised. Pyrrha held out the mirror. And red eyes went wide. There was no movement from Salem, she only stared down at the silver mirror in Pyrrha’s hand, and Pyrrha wondered again just who those rooms had belonged to. This was the first time she’d ever seen Salem freeze like this. Like she was made of stone. Maybe she was. It wouldn’t be the first time Pyrrha’d seen a magic user turn to stone.

“Where did you find this?” Salem asked, unfreezing just to take the mirror. Her hands shook as she did.

“A bedroom with a white bed,” Pyrrha answered honestly. “I searched through the castle trying to find the spell on my own, I’m sorry if I crossed a line.” Which she probably had. She truly was sorry for that, though she wouldn’t change her actions if time were suddenly reversed. The worry for Penny and Ruby was too strong to care. Even if she wouldn’t break her promise.

Salem nodded. “Yes, that makes sense.” Long fingers traced the bare tree design on the mirror’s front with care. With a sigh, she looked up. “This was my eldest daughter’s. I can enchant it for you if you wish, but there will have to be rules so you won’t break your promise to me.”

“Okay,” Pyrrha said. It hurt not to have Salem’s trust, even if it made sense to not have it. Apparently she’d gotten used to the easy trust of others. Such were the consequences of a reputation that stretched far and wide.

“You can only use this around me. No matter what you see, you must not interfere. If you do, I can’t promise how you’ll find them,” Salem said and Pyrrha felt a spike of fear go through her chest. Already she’d seen how powerful Salem was when just casually using magic. Before Salem had brought them back to life, Pyrrha had never even heard of healing magic that powerful. The meaning was clear. If she went back on her deal… Salem would go back on hers. Pyrrha swallowed.

“I promise.”

“Good,” Salem smiled very briefly. The frown and sigh that followed seemed tired. “I’ll return this to you when we sup.”

Pyrrha nodded.

It was given back to her, as promised, when they ate again. Salem didn’t ask any questions that night. Instead she left Pyrrha to quietly stare into the mirror and watch her wives follow a red string into the night.

  Even with the spell, Pyrrha did not stop going to the library. There wasn’t anything else to do in the castle. Not until Salem looked at her, and sighed, and led her outside.

“No one has used this in a long time,” Salem said, though the place didn’t look like it. Not completely. It was a training ground, or had been at one time. The markers that had likely once been there were completely covered by grass- and probably faded-, but everything else was fairly intact. Old, but intact. The grass was short instead of overgrown. Stone arches and walls separated the grounds from the rest of the property. A training spear was held out to her. “I think you’ll find this suitable.”

“Yes,” Pyrrha said, taking it from her on instinct. Salem nodded and left her alone there. Pyrrha turned to the rest of the property. This was the first time since being led here that she’d seen the outside from anything but the windows. Trees thickly lined the property in a forest Pyrrha knew was deep. Closer to the castle were flowers she didn’t recognize. More things from generations gone by, no doubt. Left behind for Salem by her family line. A line that had a daughter in it, once upon a time.

Pyrrha started to train as her mind focused on Salem’s expression when she’d seen the mirror. If her daughter had died, why had she not brought her back? Or had she not found the spell until it was too late?

  “Do you believe in destiny?” Salem asked out of nowhere as Pyrrha went through stances with the borrowed spear. It was not the first time Salem watched her practice. Though it was the first she’d said anything. Pyrrha paused to look over at her. There was no change from usual, though. No clue as to where the question came from. Maybe it was something Salem had been wondering since their promise.

“Yes,” Pyrrha said.

Salem hummed, seemingly pleased, and stood to leave her alone.

  Sometimes, when Salem watched her train, Salem would give her tips. She'd point out things in her form that everybody else missed and she'd help her correct them, and Pyrrha knew she was a better fighter for it. Only once did Salem spar with her, using a sword in a style Pyrrha didn't recognize.

  There was a book in the back of the library. It was on the first level and wasn’t very out of the way, but it was the first time Pyrrha had spotted it. A small thing with a black cover and a white, glittering design. There was no title. She opened it and flipped through it’s pages, catching sketches of flowers she only recognized from the garden and constellations she didn’t know. Words filled the empty spaces between the drawings in a neat, flowing script. Only one page held words away from any of the pictures the rest had.

‘ Immortality can only be taken by the invincible ’

Pyrrha stared at the words, confused. Though one of them struck a cord with her, like it was painted in a different colour though she knew it wasn’t. Invincible . That’s what she’d been called since she was less than a teen. The Invincible One. Invincible Girl. There was more, but a white hand with dark black nail polish appeared in her vision and took the book from her. She looked up to see Salem, moved from her spot in a corner near the entrance of the library.

“You told me once that you believed in destiny,” Salem said as she flipped through the pages of the book. She closed it and set it back in Pyrrha’s hands. Red eyes seemed to look through Pyrrha in their intensity. “Are you willing to fulfill yours?”

“What?” Pyrrha asked, numbly bringing the book to her chest.

“Bringing a life back comes with a heavy price. Not one you have to worry about, child, for I’d paid it once and I paid it in full. You will be untouched by my meddling with your spouses,” Salem said.

“What was the price?” Pyrrha asked.

Before her eyes, Salem took a knife from her sleeve and slit her own throat. There was no blood. The skin stitched itself up in seconds, black veins drawing white skin back together and fading like it’d never happened. “Immortality.” Salem smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile.

Salem stabs herself: Eternal life. With only one salvation. A pointed look at the book has Pyrrha pulling it away from herself. She fumbled slightly to keep hold of it when the cover opened itself and the pages started flipping. Soon enough it landed on the page she'd been reading. The words stared up at her.

“The prophecy of my payment,” Salem said. “I never forgot those words, but I figured writing them somewhere would help me deal with them better. It didn’t. Or maybe it did. Maybe it happened so long ago, that it doesn’t really matter.”

“... why?” Pyrrha asked.

Salem sighed. When she held out a hand, Pyrrha took it. She let herself be led back to Salem’s seat with the book clenched to her chest and sat when she was directed to. It took a moment for Salem to gather herself. Procrastinating by taking a sip of her tea, the spoon tinking against her cup as she stirred it. “I lost everything a long time ago. I… can’t remember how long ago, anymore. I don’t remember what took them from me, either, anymore. Though I suspect it was a plague. All that magic and people still died so much… But I remember the important things. I remember the colours in my husband’s eyes. I remember the sound of my daughter’s laughs and their favourite songs.

When I lost them, I decided the forbidden sorcery was worth it to bring them back. The price… wasn’t something I was fully prepared for, though I thought I was. I knew it had to be high if it was forbidden . At the time I figured it would simply be my life. A life for a life. I was prepared to die for my family to live.” She clicked her tongue. Her hand tightened briefly against her spoon. “I was not prepared for them to be taken from me permanently or for the price for meddling with death to be my own taken from me.”

Pyrrha looked at her. Every tired moment that she’d seen previously seemed to fill her now, like a cup overflowing. “And I’m…?”

“My salvation,” Salem said easily. This time the smile looked a little happier. “Though you’re not quite powerful enough yet, but I know you can be. I believe in you, Invincible One.”

“I… have to take your life,” Pyrrha said. It wasn’t a question, but she wanted it to be answered anyway.

“Yes. You said you would fulfill your destiny. So return to me and let me go home to my family,” Salem said. She did not beg Pyrrha, but Pyrrha could hear it anyway. There was a film of tears over her eyes. “Take the book with you if you want, I have another that I copied when I was bored one day, somewhere on one of the shelves. I’m sure your spouses are ready to see you again, just as I’m ready to see mine.” Somewhere deep in the castle, a door opened. Pyrrha turned toward it. When she looked back, Salem had stood up again and waved her away.

“ Pyrrha?! ” Ruby’s voice called from a distance.

“I’ll be back, I promise,” Pyrrha swore.

“I’ll hold you to it,” Salem said. She held out a hand and Pyrrha placed the mirror in her palm.

“Thank you for the use of your daughter’s mirror,” Pyrrha said.

“I’ll keep an eye on you,” Salem said. “Let them protect you and keep your destiny.”

Pyrrha nodded and ran out of the library, in the direction of Ruby and Penny’s shouting. The library doors closed behind her.

Silver and green eyes lit up when they landed on her. Immediately Pyrrha was bowled over by Ruby, her cape practically drawn taught in the wind as she rushed into a hug.

“Pyrrha! You’re okay!” Ruby cried. Actually cried. Pyrrha swiped her thumbs against Ruby’s cheeks, brushing away the wetness.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry,” Pyrrha said.

“You better be!” Ruby said.

“We were worried,” Penny said, falling to her knees beside them to take both of them in a hug that Pyrrha readily returned. “Why were you here?”

“I promised to stay here a while,” Pyrrha said. Her own price for her family returning from death. It was much lower than it could have been. ‘ Bringing a life back comes with a heavy price. Not one you have to worry about, child, for I’d paid it once and I paid it in full. You will be untouched by my meddling with your spouses. ’ She silently thanked Salem for taking that price for her. The price Salem talked about… Pyrrha wasn’t sure she could wait like Salem had. Though she didn’t know the full story. How long had she waited that she’d forgotten? How long that she was able to wait even longer, just so Pyrrha would be strong enough?

Pyrrha would get stronger quickly, as thanks.

“Can we go home?” Pyrrha asked.

“You’re able to leave?” Ruby pulled away just enough to give her a skeptical look.

“You don’t break promises,” Penny said.

“I’m not,” Pyrrha said. “My original promise has been filled.”

“So you have a new promise,” Ruby said.

Pyrrha nodded. “I’m going to return here, one day.”

“We’ll come with you,” Penny said. “To help you with whatever it is.”

“Yeah!” Ruby said. “You’re not allowed to leave us behind again!”

“I won’t.” Pyrrha smiled gently. “I won’t.”

Ruby hugged the three of them together, even tighter, for just a moment.

  When they left, the door closed behind them with a finality that Pyrrha wasn’t entirely prepared for. It felt like the whisper of destiny. The trees bent ahead of them to create a path through the forest and they followed it, only Pyrrha knowing just who caused it.

One day.

One day, as Pyrrha promised.

[noxiatoxia]

are you a hikakao cuddling believer? me personally i am bc theyre both really touchy especially hikaru,, theyre always casually touching each other in one way or another i dont think its that much of a stretch to think they snuggle. but ive seen some people who think its weird even platonically

i also think that kaoru bc of his autism is like 'please lay on top of me i need the sensory weight' (i cant find a better way to describe it) and hikaru is like 'ok lmao' and they cuddle that way. who needs a weighted blanket when u have a twin brother

this hc is one of my favorites of them bc i am autistic and get that feeling a lot,, need me someone like hikaru fr

YOU SPEAK MY LANGUAGE, ANON

Like, even if you don't ship Hikakao, like... look at them. They're all OVER each other ALL the time. They totally cuddle platonically. Especially as you said Hikaru - I think he's the most touchy, and always is touching Kaoru one way or another like putting a hand on his shoulder or maybe snuggling in bed together.

Your thing about Kaoru's sensory needs though??? OUGH. BRO... THAT'S SO GOOD. I FEEL THAT TOO!!! If Kaoru's anything like me he's not a huge fan of skin contact but LOVES snuggling if they're both bundled up in clothes. So I imagine he's hesitant to cuddle Hikaru in the summer time since they'll be wearing less clothes (maybe t-shirts or just boxers) bc the feeling of skin contact is Bad but in the winter when they're in full fleece pajamas?? snuggling under blankets together = heaven.

And he would totally ask Hikaru to lie on him... that's probably how they snuggle in the summertime. Kaoru asks Hikaru to lie on him and Hikaru goes "SAY NO MORE" and he's a bit of an asshole so he flops on him and knocks the air out of Kaoru... and then they'd start pushing and shoving each other around in a playful wrestle until they gave up and suddenly their new sleeping position is Kaoru sprawled out on the opposite end of the bed with Hikaru laid over him. It's fucking adorable

[cattles-bians]

Damie Vibecca exes AU part 4

post directory

[em note: this one is LONG i had to split it!!!]

obsetress: deflecting to viola protecting becs

obsetress: once they are dating

obsetress: and thinkin thoughts

em: viola asks rebecca if she wants to put a hit out on peter and rebestiecca is like????

em: that’s hot but

em: u can do that? also maybe don’t. but mostly that’s hot

obsetress: i was literally gonna say peter is still her ex and he's a persistent fucker even though it's been a year at least and viola's response is... not far off from canon!

obsetress: becca just stares at her for a minute and then she's cupping viola's cheek and murmuring "come here" and pulling her down

obsetress: they're like kissing or whatever and rebecca's murmuring "that was hot, you know" between kisses and viola's like "oh?" and becca's like "don't be cheeky, you know it was" and vi just grins against her mouth

em: I’m Really Invested In This Crack Ship

obsetress: ok but rebecca tells jamie and dani about vi offering to put a hit on peter and they're both understandably and reasonably aghast and rebecca's just like (takes a sip of wine, ducks head, smiles to self) i think it's sweet

obsetress: dani and jamie look at each other out of the corners of their eyes

obsetress: (later, dani agrees how absolutely out of line it is but also admits that it sure does feel nice to be so taken care of sometimes)

obsetress: (jamie throws a pillow at her)

obsetress: also thinking about secret soft vibecca are sometimes and how horrified dani and jamie are the first time they see it with their own eyes

em: jamie and dani excessive PDA queens get a taste of their own medicine

em: it’s so funny that i’m like. always on the verge of viola horny posting but as soon as it’s vibecca i’m like look at these babies. these beautiful babies

obsetress: viola and rebecca kissing one (1) time at brunch and jamie, arm slung around dani’s shoulders, is like “oi, no one wants to see that” and dani, leaning into jamie, one hand in her lap, crinkles her nose and rebecca’s like “y— you’re kidding, right?”

obsetress: also like. we talk a lot about what vi does for rebecca but also like

obsetress: vi massive abandonment issues and rebecca just

obsetress: she just stays

em: ur gonna Kill me here lies em

obsetress: i know i didn’t mean to and then i just

obsetress: i can’t think too hard abt them or i will Melt Down but just like

em: look if rebecca can see the best in someone as awful as peter

em: viola isnt nearly as terrible

obsetress: esp vi post dani like

obsetress: she’s obnoxious and haughty and neoliberal but

obsetress: radical love goes a long way!

obsetress: rebecca grounding her thru touch and rebecca slipping her hands around vi’s and easing them loose when vi’s hands start to clench and rebecca just pressing a kiss to viola’s temple and murmuring “i’m here, yeah? with you. not going anywhere”

em: like i just think after eddie dani wouldnt like, just go w the flw any more. like i think abt her challenging viola occasionally

em: lovingly! gently

but like, holding her accountable

em: also violas absolutely little spoon

em: like i know blah blah viola top rebecca top leaning switch but viola little spoon

obsetress: “actually viola” (vi always knows she’s in trouble when dani calls her viola) “that was really hurtful” “i’m sorry you feel that way, dani, but—“ “i don’t need you to be sorry for how i feel. i need you to show me you’re sorry for what you did”

em: dani calls vi the Full Name and viola knows shes in trouble bc thats at least 4 extra vowels w danis midwest accent

em: it is always v surprising how much like, working w kids equips you to work w adults. b/c at least w kids you dont have layers and layers of social nuance to work through. u can just say 'hey. that was hurtful and your apology sucks'

obsetress: meanwhile dani’s over here trying to explain to vi intent vs impact and how no, it’s not semantics or nuance, it’s actually kind of a chasm

em: i kind of love like um. look viola is terrible but she wasnt born terrible

obsetress: she just has a lot to unlearn

em: and id belive that even if i wasnt a ghostfucker thats just rogers theory of self actualisation babyeee

obsetress: dani viola big fight n dani's like

obsetress: "i'm sorry and i love you but it's not my job to fix you, vi" and she just breaks down and she's like "it's not"

obsetress: jesus why did my brain take THAT turn

em: wrow

em: its ok i was gonna be like 'so they obvs break up at some point....'

obsetress: anyway viola just stares at her for a second and then she's like "you put the 'i'm sorry' before the 'i love you'"

obsetress: and dani just stares at her for a long time and she's like "yeah. i guess i did"

em: HANNAH

em: BESTIE

obsetress: i KNOW what the FUCK

obsetress: anyway dani's like "i guess i did" and vi's like "is that it then?" and dani just looks at her with her puffy eyes and is like "i think so"

obsetress: dani clayton queen of saying "i love you" over and over in the midst of breaking up w someone

em: well! she has a lot of love to give but, she also has to love herself sometimes!

em: i was thinking abt scenarios n i just remembered that. whole video rental shop thing so i think that slots in nicely

[em edit: u can read here]

obsetress: god i love that lil scene

em: dani sends viola a tentative little meme peace offering and they get back to talking and its nice but maybe a bit awkward and viola mentions like, going to therapy and seeing someone for help n its

obsetress: vi's stewing on "i can't fix you" for weeks and then she's begrudgingly. BEGRUDGINGLY calling a therapist

em: like its still awkward and dani is still nursing some wounds but she can ALSO be happy for someone she used to care about

em: still cares about!

obsetress: she's always gonna love her in some way or another

obsetress: but yeah also like. smth to viola being too stubborn to do anything she doesn't wanna do except suddenly when dani clayton gets involved and that feels p canon in its own way too

em: 'i cant fix u' weird bc every time i see viola im like 'i can fix her'

obsetress: it's like ur in my head bestie

em: how do u think viola and rebestiecca met

em: not that u think abt it or anything

obsetress: MAN i was just thnking

obsetress: in this universe how did dani and jamie meet but i guess it can still just be bly tbh

obsetress: as for vi and bestiecca hmmm

em: am so caught up in the joy of fucked up interpersnal dynamics i forgot a meet cute

obsetress: honestly part of me wants to be like

obsetress: on some dating app but a dating app for posh people yk

obsetress: but then i'm like

obsetress: that takes all the meet cute fun out of it

obsetress: oh GOD

obsetress: i got it

obsetress: ready

obsetress: so like viola landlord we know this

obsetress: and then i was watching whatever ep three the other day and bex mentions wanting to do public law right

em: oooooh

obsetress: bex public housing attorney

em: OOH

obsetress: they meet at some conference

obsetress: hit it off prob fuck lbr

obsetress: and then

obsetress: comedy of errors

obsetress: whoever stays the night, they sleep together again in the morning, breakfast in bed, bex is like "so what do you do, anyway"

em: hjgbjshmdnfbmngbmhnbgs,hndg m,shndgds

em: YES

obsetress: and then they just

em: WHEEZES

obsetress: also i like to think rebecca invites vi back to her hotel room and vi is so charmed by her taking charge ("""taking charge""") that she lets her

obsetress: and then like

obsetress: god for a while what if they just like

obsetress: they're so mortified and morally and fundamentally at odds but like

obsetress: the sex is so good???????

obsetress: that they keep just meeting up and then

em: romeo and juliet situation

obsetress: yk how it goes

obsetress: the sex is good and they see each other as like

em: thats so fucking good thank u hannah

obsetress: super rare intellectual equals whatever

obsetress: thank u i am exceedingly proud rn

obsetress: honestly at this point i'm

obsetress: rebecca and vi uhaul change my mind

obsetress: like not too quick because isabel but, quick enough to be considered

em: so the joke is like. obviously 'extremely pda damie' but when rebecca and vi are alone they Also cannot get their hands off each other

obsetress: they both just. worry about appearances too much meanwhile

obsetress: tweedle dee and tweedle dum in the overalls and mom jeans dgaf

em: accidentally seeing ur friends compromised is just part of the package of being friends w damie. however jamie accidentally catches vibecca in the act and shes Horrified

em: hypocrits

em: danis like yeah what do u. think theyre doing

em: dani is nonchallant bc shes dated viola of all people

obsetress: i mean could you imagine

obsetress: between vi and dani's just

obsetress: insatiable libido

em: HADNT IMAGINED UNTIL NOW BUT YEAH

obsetress: dani, very seriously: jamie, when two women love each other––

em: dani likes dating jamie bc it means she can top occasionally :) maybe even more than occasionally

em: jamies like ooh my god i knw i know how are u so casual about... rebecca... and ... viola... (dani just pulls her in fr a smooch)

obsetress: they have each other's clothes half off and dani's like "i'm so casual because i dated her too, babe" and jamie's like "can we not have this conversation right n"

obsetress: also i still have this on my clipboard from earlier we bopped around so fast but

obsetress: vi and bex hooking up early on:

obsetress: rebecca knocks on vi's door at, like, 6:00 pm after work, vi opens it, rebecca just grabs her and kisses her, vi pulls her in, becca kicks it closed behind her, vi shoves her against the door and they're kissing against it, then vi's ducking her head to kiss along rebecca's neck and rebecca's like "how many people did you evict today" as she angles her head and then viola's finding her lips again and tugging at her lower lip with her teeth "probably not as many landlords as you shortchanged today" and rebecca's laughing and pushing her backwards down the hall as viola tugs at her blouse

em: GOD. viola is probably like

em: ok, disclaimer: fuck all landlords

em: but at least in this fantasy world perhaps viola is 'fairly' 'reasonable' n shes absolutely playing it up for the hate sex angle n rebecca Maybe Assumes shes lying but

em: stupid morons in love

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: i think i've mentioned this before but like

obsetress: now that it's more fleshed out

obsetress: then they're at drinks one night (and when did it go from just sex to drinks? neither of them could tell you) and viola's kinda quiet n moody (n rebecca already knows she Gets Like This sometimes and that she'll usually say whatever she's thinking eventually) and finally she's like

obsetress: "i have... a daughter" and rebecca's just like "tell me about her" like it's the easiest thing in the world

obsetress: and viola's head snaps over and she stares because she was.... not expecting that

obsetress: and so viola does

obsetress: and rebecca's just like "i'd love to meet her one day"

em: soft.....

obsetress: they always turn back to soft

obsetress: like they have a fuckin mind of their own

em: rapidly oscillate between horny and soft

obsetress: that's the mood

em: violas probably like. yknow, rebecca's young and up and cming n she probably assumes rebesticca isnt interested as something as full on as a kid but shes like 'do you have any photos'

obsetress: fuck!!!!!!!!!

em: rebeccas like do u think i didnt. see the photos at ur apartment lmao

em: theres a childs drawing on the fridge

obsetress: rebecca has known almost from the jump but was

obsetress: giving viola her time

obsetress: also smth smth giving her time instead of time wearing her away etc etc we're all in hell

em: cracks knuckles

em: bestie....

obsetress: pls

obsetress: it's what i deserve

obsetress: first tho

obsetress: consider

obsetress: the way viola's face lights up when she's talking about isabel and showing rebecca all the pictures

obsetress: hold pls

em: soft......

obsetress: this one chief

obsetress: right here

[werifestaria]

Hi I love your blog layout it so tidy!! Also would it be alright if I got a bnha matchup please?. My pronouns are she/her and I'm bisexual. My personality type is ISTJ, I'm a sagittarius sun, scorpio moon and libra rising. To the public I'm pretty closed off/reserved but with my friends I'm brave, loyal and love to laugh. I don't trust easily and I'm pretty cautious of everyone so I try to keep out of the way.

My hobbies include gymnastics which I did competitively and won a few medals, I also do figure skating and have leveled up pretty quickly at that. I workout everyday because even though I dont compete now I still want to improve and if anything I'm better now than I was back then.

I like indie music, horror movies mainly psychological, nature and wildlife and the peace and quiet it brings. I hate loud, busy places, untidy, dirty things and people messing up my routine.

My love language is quality time like I just wanna be around that person a lot. I think the love language that speaks to me most is probably also quality time, like the fact that they would want to be around me willingly seems so unfamiliar I love the idea of it. Also words of affirmation or physical touch, I'm awkward at giving those but receiving them would make me melt cause I'm not really used to any of it. My ideal dates are simple things like going on walks at like 3am or dancing in the livingroom or movie nights just cheap simple things like that.

hope that's okay sorry it kindof long :)

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚

Thank you so much for one of our first requests! We appreciate your love for the layout as well!! Tbh, I spent multiple hours straight getting it just right, so it’s a relief people find it pretty- and also, Scorpio moon gang! anyways, I hope you enjoy your matchup from me! Have a lovely day, hun

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . .

𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 !

runner-up : hanta sero

Easily, Kirishima is one of BNHA’s most easygoing, compassionate characters. His heart is big and always in the right place. Based off of your description and his own array of traits, I think he is the perfect character for you! Like, almost a little too perfect. A Sagittarius and a Libra (Kirishima’s sun sign!) are said to be very compatible and harmonious. Even better, it’s also said that people are often drawn to others who have their sun sign in the ascendant—Kirishima being a Libra sun and you being a Libra rising! To make things even more fantastic, perfect, and everything in between, Kirishima’s MBTI (according to The Personality Database) is ESFP. Guess what? ISTJ’s and ESFP’s are said to be extremely compatible! Of course, he’d find your inner demeanor to be extremely attractive. As he is naturally social, he wouldn’t mind your reserved nature and would pursue you in both friendship & romance regardless. Your outer shell would only lead him to appreciate your comical inner-self even more! He’d greatly admire your bravery and loyalty as well—it’s not something you see often anymore, after all. He’d try to bring the best out of you as naturally as possible, letting you do the same to him. Easily, he’s the most supportive boyfriend you could ever get! This man would adore you with patience, admiration, and sheer love, all with his own cheesy, dorky flair. I imagine Kirishima is careful in love, yet just as bold as the sun. He’s grounded, but on his most passionate days, his admiration can never be paralleled. You’d simply make him weak in the knees with every glance you’d spare him!

𖥸 Your music taste simply infects him. Imagine him listening to indie music with you 🥺🥺 your head in his lap as he plays with your hair- omg!! he loves to just sit and vibe with you. Nothing can compare to the fun you have on your chilliest days- he loves spending time with you in little ways like that

𖥸 Workout dates!! He’s infatuated with you for many reasons, but one of them is because you work out. The dude literally thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world and he adores working out with you. It’s easily his kryptonite lol

𖥸 Kiri has no concept of grace, so he is extremely impressed with your gymnastics and figure skating skills!! He could watch you do your thing for hours tbh. Like, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. In fact, I think he’d try to incorporate more nimbleness to his moves even though such a feat is kinda difficult when you can turn into rock. You gotta give him some credit tho- we all know he can be a little too opportunistic!! Just imagine him tripping all over himself because he wants to be nimble like you- that little blush on his face as he apologies for being a dummy- aww 💕💕

𖥸 Simply the king of casual dates. Sure, he’d love to spoil you with the stars and more, but he knows you like it calm- fr, you two are actually the cutest when it comes to staying up late and just messing around with no care in the world 💕 also, nature dates? Small picnics in the park?? I bet he’d love to go hiking with you. He likes to point out cool flowers or pretty weeds whenever you two are outside for even the shortest amount of time

𖥸 He loves watching horror movies with you.. even though they scare him a little bit LMAO- but just cuddling with you as your favorite movie plays in the background is simply heaven to him. Maybe you can turn him into a psychological horror buff!!

𖥸 He is also the king of words of affirmation~ the dude loves to remind you about how much you mean to him and how confident you make him feel within himself

You two really are couple goals imo 💕💕💕

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡

Gahhh!! I was so excited to ship you with someone!! Thank you so much for requesting!! Also! Don’t worry about long bios in your matchup requests! The longer they are the more mod Ara and I can assess who’s best for you! Its definitely preferable. I hope you enjoy who I match you with. ^w^

𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . .

⠀

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨 !

runner-up : hanta sero

In my opinion, I feel that Mina is the perfect match for you!! First lets get some compatible basics out of the way. Like our good friend Kirishima above, Minas MBTI is also an ESFP (according to the personality database lol). As we know, ESFPs tend to be the most compatible with ISTJs. To add onto that, Mina just so happens to be a Leo!! Leos and Sagittarius's are often compared to soulmates and having a twin flame like connection! It’s a little scary how well you two fit each other, personality dynamics and all. Though you may have been cautious and quiet at first meet, Mina most likely pestered and wiggled her way into your life! She loves making new friends anyhow, and saw no issue in going out of her way to talk to you every chance she could. Now becoming your girlfriend later on would just be an added bonus for her! You better believe she finds your bravery admirable, it drives right up her alley. The two of you would make an absolute power couple, even a fan favorite!! Often, she’d make jokes or even play along with ones that you make in return, just to be able to hear your laughter. It fills her stomach with butterflies and she’s near falling apart at the seams with every melodic giggle. Get ready to be showered in compliments and praise, that’s this girls specialty, and she’d happily fluster you any day with her sickeningly sweet words. 

𖥸 Mina would probably ask you to spar with her a lot. Practicing new moves and quirk related techniques. God knows she loves staying active, and doing something she deems this fun with someone she loves. It makes the moment even more worth while. With your experience in gymnastics, you’d find that you’re able to run circles around this girl with your skill. Afterwards she’d probably offer a massage to ease any sore muscles. 

𖥸 Now as much as Mina would probably prefer a night on the town as a date, she would not think twice about choosing a secluded casual option for your comforts sake. Be that stargazing or even staying in to watch one of those horror films  that you love oh so much over popcorn and sodas. (She’s actually terrified of them, and has a weak stomach, but she’d never tell you that.) 

𖥸 Aimless car drives. Picture the sun setting, painting the sky in a soft pink and an orange hue flickering off of the distant buildings. Your preferred indie song blaring through the speaker while the two of you belt out the lyrics. Neither of you can hear each other over the sound of the wind rolling in through open windows, or how high she cranked the volume. You’ll definitely have to be the one to turn it back down, she can’t help but love loud music, even if the music wasn’t intended to be loud in the first place lol. 

𖥸 Don’t be surprised if she comes to you one day with a gift bag in hand. Every time she goes into a store she has to come out with something that reminds her of you. She’s not even aware of it either until you point it out. This could range from something as simple as your favorite drink to a giant teddy bear that she claimed resembled you. The possibilities are endless. 

𖥸 My word is she in love, infatuated even. That one night she caught you dancing about in the kitchen, probably making a late night snack, she couldn’t look away. In fact, she still thinks about it from time to time. How happy and carefree you looked lip-syncing the lyrics, in the silliest kinds of pjs you owned. She tried to sneak her way in, trying her best to not to make you jump in surprise, though she probably failed with how eager she actually zoomed in. Her love for dancing couldn’t go unnoticed here, oh no, not now. She brought you in close with a twirl under her arm, her smile the widest you’ve seen it. Her flirty nature, only for you, had her compliments laced with sugar and honey. Who knows how long the two of you spent dancing and goofing off to your playlist in that darned kitchen. 

Gosh the two of you make me squeal!! There’s absolutely no way you aren’t made for each other!  

𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 !

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[nachtgraves]

a++ kuzuhina: maybe the same ship with #4.“I’m flirting with you.”?

Oh my god I am so sorry this took forever and a half BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT. I experimented with writing a thing told mostly through texting so hopefully it still flows pretty well? It was an experience, I tell you. Also. I apologize for the awful title for this but it was literally the best I could think of.  And I probably should have used time stamps but I’m a dumb and hope extra spacing gives the same effect?

Title: Mis-Texting Could Possibly End in Kissing  // AO3Word Count: ~4200Warnings/Tags: PG. Told through texting with interspersed prose, high school au, hope’s peak still exists, but no despairs, some typos are intentional and let’s pretend the others are too, real minor angst. Hajime is non-italics, Fuyuhiko and the two instances of Chiaki are in italics.

[ughhhhhh][im so bored][she wont stop taking][talking*]

[That’s kind of the point of a presentation]

[nooneasked for ur sass]

Hajimedoesn’t know how it happened, but he and the infamous ‘baby-faced yakuza ofHope’s Peak High’ are texting buddies.

Well.

Maybethat’s not entirely true. He does know how it started, at least.

[heypres][its kuzuryuu][souda gave me ur number][wat do we need for teh fair agian?]

[Sorry, youmight have the wrong number]

[oh][ur not nanmi?][fuck][souda is dead][sorry]

[Noworries. Mistakes happen][But, by Souda do you mean Souda Kazuichi?And did you mean to text Nanami Chiaki?]

[yeah][who r u??]

[Chiaki’s a close friend. Ournumbers happen to be really similar. Hers ends in a 1 instead of a 2]

[ohthanks][srry for the mix up]

[Don’tworry about it. Happens fairly often :p]

Hajimedoesn’t hear back from the stranger for a few days and quickly forgets themix-up even happened. He hadn’t been lying when he said that such thingshappened fairly often, especially since Chiaki was voted as class rep. (She hadbeen so surprised and happy, Hajime thought a new VR game system was announced).Chiaki and him and found it quite amusing and it wasn’t much trouble to fix themistake usually. But one afternoon, he’s cleaning up his room and finds apacket of papers that look important by the large scrawling over the front pagein Chiaki’s loopy handwriting, reading: ‘SCHOOL FEST BUDGET’. He also knowsthat Chiaki wasn’t going to be home for hours, since her school festival wasthis coming weekend and she’s been staying back to organize, plan, and dowhatever it is class representatives do for events like that.

[Hey you left a packet of papers atmine. School fest budget?]

[Chiaki?]

[Goddmannit did u foget to chargeyour phone again?]

Knowingthat if the packet were important, Chiaki would be freaking out (she always putso much pressure on herself, especially since she became class rep), Hajimestares at the packet in his lap. He could run to Chiaki’s high school, butdoubts he would be let in since it was almost sundown and Hope’s Peak High wasone of the more prestigious secondary schools in their district. Hajime himselfgoes to a regular public school a short walk from their neighbourhood.

Staringat his phone, as if it was going to give him an answer, he finds one as hescrolls through his messages. He still has the short conversation from thestranger from Chiaki’s class. It’s worth a shot, at the very least.

[Hey this is Chiaki’s friend HinataHajime. I still had your number from when you mis-texted me and I was wonderingif Chiaki was nearby? She’s not answering her phone]

[yeah][why?]

[I think she forgot something at myhouse. School fest budget?]

[yeah][she thought she lost it][shes asking if u can drop it off at her place][her phone is dead]

[Yeah I cando that][Thanks]

Laterthat night, Hajime is attempting to complete a history essay due the nextmorning when he receives a text. His phone is plugged in by his bed, on theopposite end of where his desk is. He literally jumps at the distraction,hopping into bed and lying back against the pillows propped up against the headboard.

[Thanksfor dropping off the packet.]

[No prob][You need to remember to charge your phone]

[I know. (*_ _) ][How did you have Kuzuryuu’snumber, by the way?]

[The miss-text a few days ago.Figured it was worth a try]

[Thank you. You really saved me.]

Threehours later, it’s inching closer to midnight and Hajime hasn’t returned to hisassignment. Chiaki is not impressed.

[Doyour work.]

[I’m takinga break]

[(￢_￢) You’ve been ‘takinga break’ for three hours. Stop procrastinating and finish your homework.]

[You’re notdoing your homework]

[I finished my homework. I’m makingsure all the plans for the school fair next month are in order.

You’recoming to it, right?]

[Yeah][If I’m not stuck wiht tuorting…][Tutoring*][Can’t you help???]

[You know I’m not that much betterthan you. Sonia helps me.]

[Give me hernumber?][I’m desperate a tthis point]

[That’sa breach of privacy.]

[Chiakiiiiiiiiiii][Please?][I’ll do your Japanese hw next time?]

[No.]

[JapaneseAND math?]

[Tempting.But good night, Hajime.]

[Chiaki][Chiaki][Chiaki come back][Chiakiiiiii][What kind of friend are u?]

It’stimes like this Hajime sometimes wishes he was closer to some of hisclassmates. He’s not a loner, but he’s definitely a drifter of sorts. He has peopleto talk to and sit with at lunch, but rarely does he spend time with hisclassmates outside of school or for non-school related activities. Because ofthat, he’s not close enough to anyone to randomly message them at close tomidnight for homework help.

Justas he’s trying to figure out a solution – since it’s far too late to actually do his work like the goodstudent he only sometimes is, his phone goes off. And this, is the true startof everything.

[cmon i’ll pay u][and by pay i mean not break ur fucking teeth with my fist]

[Wrongperson?][Hopefully, at least]

[fuck][sorry][yeah][i meant to text the person above u in my message list thing]

[Everythingokay?]

[yeahjust some shitty hw]

[You too?][I have this awful history essay due tomorrow]

[historyis whatever][math is killing me]

[Math isn’ttoo bad][At least there’s always just one answer]

[historyand english u just bs tho]

[But it’sso subjective][Everything depends on something else]

[wannatrade then?]

Andthat is how Hajime found himself a homework buddy. Kuzuryuu is good at Englishand history, while Hajime’s strengths lie in math and science, and the both ofthem were pretty good at Japanese. One night of texting back and forth, helping(dipping into the realm of ‘academic dishonesty’ on occasion) with theirrespective assignments. They say goodnight close to dawn, but Kuzuryuu had stayedup long after his homework was complete and waited and helped Hajime until hewas done as well.

Fromthen on, Hajime would find himself texting back and forth with this boy he’snever met. At first, they exclusively went to the other for homework help, buteventually Hajime would send Kuzuryuu a short text about something funny that hadhappened (a cat attacking some dumb kids that were trying to taunt it) andKuzuryuu would send him a rant about something that annoyed him (old womenthinking that he’s younger than he is or a police officer asking if he’s losthis parents) and it snowballs into them casually texting throughout the day,particularly during boring presentations that no one, including the personpresenting, cared about.

[Payattention and stop distracting me]

[potnd kettle][stop looking at ur phone during class]

[Shush][I’m bored too]

[fuckinquit the holier than thou then][i can ignore u][nd u can be bored alone]

[Youwouldn’t do that][Who’d you distract if not me?]

[plentyof pple][ur lucky i deign to talk to u]

[Yeah][I’m sooo grateful]

[ushould be]

[Stilldoubt that you could ignore me]

[fuckintry me]

[Is that achallenge?]

Kuzuryuulasts all of until the end of the school day. Hajime can be quite theannoyance.

[jfc ur gonna break my phone]

[I win :D]

[uwin a fist to the face when i see u]

[Are wegoing to meet up then?][So eager to see me :P]

[Kuzuryuu?]

[I’m sorryif I made it weird]

[nahi had to hide my phone fr a bit][ur the one who sounds too happy bout gettinghis face smashed]

[You’re tooviolent][How do you have firneds if you treaten to hurt htem all the time?]

[nicetypos]

[Hush. Atleast I use proper grammar most of the time]

[yshould i waste my time with shit like that?]

[Forlegibility][I got to go][Got phys ed :/][Save me]

[ihope u have to run laps the entire time]

[You areevil]

Hope’sPeak’s festival comes and goes one weekend. As usual, it is a busy event due tothe school’s prestigious standing. Hajime, as promised, visits Chiaki’s class,doing an interactive murder mystery café of sorts where customers are givenclues with their orders to figure out the murder of a prop set up in the centerof the classroom. He finally meets some of Chiaki’s classmates whom she’stalked about and apparently she’s talked to them about him in return. However,and though he won’t admit it to anyone other than Chiaki if hard pressed, hekeeps his ears open for the name Kuzuryuu and is disappointed to realize thathis texting buddy was nowhere to be seen.

(“Kuzuryuu?We sent him to go advertise with Koizumi and Saionji,” says Sonia. “Do you twoknow each other?”

“Uh,he mis-texted me once,” Hajime replies. He redirects further questions awayfrom him and towards what they used to make the neon pink blood for the fakecrime scene.)

Hajimemay have lingered around for a bit until he couldn’t justify staying and beinga distraction any longer. By the time he leaves to go back home, he’s exchangednumbers with a few of them with vague promises to meet up some time and hangout. Even as he leaves the school, weaving past the steady stream of peoplestill entering the premise, his eyes roam for individuals advertising forChiaki’s class. He returns home to his books and TV without having met aKuzuryuu.

[You guysdid a good job at your school fest]

[uwent?]

[I promisedChiaki]

[u2 datin or somthn?]

[God no][We’ve known each other forever]

[doesntmean u havnt dated]

[Ew][She’s practically my sister]

[heardu got numbers frm some girls in my class]

[Oh yeah][Are Sonia and Mioda always like that?]

[annoying?][obnoxious?][preppy?]

[Haha][Your class seems really cool]

[seems][u dont see them 5 days a week]

[I bet your classmates have thingsto say about you too]

[maybe][but they wouldnt live for long if they say anything]

[Hahahawhat are you, the yakuza?]

[Kuzuryuu?]

[uhavent looked me up?]

[Why wouldI?][And you’ve never told me your first name]

[uwouldnt need my first name][but its fuyuhiko]

[You’re not pulling oneover on me are you?]

[i go to hopespeak idiot][sonia’s a motherfucking princess][nd y woud i joke about that?]

[You’re not going to send people after me for makingfun of you, are you?]

[ur entertainingfor now]

[Oh ha ha][Glad I amuse you]

[Wait][Oh my god][Is this you?][[image]]

[u got somethingto say?]

[No][Just][Not what I was expecting]

[think carefullybout ur words hinata]

[I thought I wasentertaining?]

[toys can getbroken]

[Now that’s uncalled for][I didn’t even say anything about how adorable you look]

[HINATA]

[It’s true though!][You can’t call a hit on me for being truthful]

[just shut up][y did i tell you to look me up][yd u look for pictures?]

[Curiosity][We’ve been talking for a while now and we don’t even know what the other lookslike]

[Kuzuryuu?][Did you know what I looked like?]

[bein cautious isimportant]

[Omg you looked me up][What horrible pictures did you find???]

[[image]]

[That’s from Chiaki’s fb!]

[not that hard]

[I TRIED TO FIND YOU ONFB THOUGH]

[securitysettings]

[Oh][Point]

It’snot too long after that Hajime receives a friend request from one KuzuryuuFuyuhiko. He hits accept almost embarrassingly fast and proceeds to exploreKuzuryuu’s newly unveiled profile with the eagerness of a stalker given an inchand taking a mile. There’s not much to explore, the other boy doesn’t seem touse the website very much, which honestly does not surprise Hajime though hecan’t help but feel a little disappointed.

[The last time you were active onfb was almost a year ago][And it was a profile pic update][That you didn’t even upload??]

[soudand sonia hacked my account][sonia was offended my profile pic was like 2 yrs old][koizumi has a fuckton of pics of ppl][nd i was 2 lazy 2 change it]

[It’s agood picture of you]

 [thanks]

Uponadding Kuzuryuu, Hajime’s flooded by friend requests from Chiaki’s otherclassmates and ends up talking semi-regularly with them. Kuzuryuu and him stilltext each other practically daily, to the point Chiaki comments on it whenHajime is over at hers to help her complete co-op achievements for a game she’syet to 100 per cent.

(“Youand Kuzuryuu seem to really get along.” Chiaki glances pointedly at Hajime’sphone as it buzzes several times, Kuzuryuu’s name flashing on the screen.

Hajimeshrugs noncommittedly, and is oddly relieved that the game finishes loading andthey’re thrust into a horde of mutant creatures.)

Evenhis classmates notice he’s on his phone a lot more often during and betweenclasses.

(“Gota girlfriend, Hinata?”

Frowning,Hajime shakes his head, “No, why?”

“You’realways on your phone texting and smiling down at it.”

Hajime’ssure his face has never been more red and when, moments later, he gets a textfrom Kuzuryuu complaining about the apparent Souda-Sonia-Tanaka love trianglethat should just turn into a threesome, he realizes his face does indeed moveon its own.)

[Oh my godhelp]

[what’dyou do?]

[Gave into peer pressure and wentto a goukon with some classmates -_-][I’m hiding in the bathroom][But I’ll have ot go back out there][:c]

[urnot drinking r u?][ur not 20]

[A yakuzaheir is against underage drinking?]

[udidnt answer]

[No one’sdrinking][We’re at a karaoke place][But htank you for caring c:]

[shutup][u dont usually go out w/ ur classmates]

[Yeah][Some of them have been teasing me about a girlfriend so I mostly just went sothey’d shut up]

[girlfriend?][u said u nd nanami werent dating]

[We’re not][They think you’re my secret girlfriend]

[?]

[Apparently I smiled while textingor something][And I’ve been on my phone more often][And you’re the only person I really text during class so]

[oh]

[Yeah, funny right?][Wonder what they’d think if they knew I was texting buddies with the heir tothe Kuzuryuu clan lmao][Though some ofthem already give me shit for being close to Chiaki just cuz shegoes to Hope’s Peak][They think you guys are snobby elitests just cuz you go to a prestigiousschool and we’re just public school kids][But you guys arent tat different][Just different talents and families][Woops sorry][Didn’t mean to get all ranty][Ugh I gotta go][Can’t hide here forever]

Afterthe goukon, which wasn’t horrible but neither was it all that enjoyable, Hajime’splunged into preparations for his school’s culture festival and upcoming exams. He’s barely had timeto text Kuzuryuu other than short greetings and the occasional tidbit from hisday that the other boy would find amusing. He misses their daily conversationsand when he finally has some down time, the day before the culture festival,he’s holed up in his room and on his phone while he catches up on TV shows onhis laptop.

[Hey longtime no chat][I’ve finally got free time again!]

[yea][school stuff?]

[Yeah][Every teacher decided to have everything due weeks early so we weren’toverwhelend when finals come around][Kill me -_-]

[shouldnt u be spending ur free timew/ ur gf stead of talking to me?]

[What?]

[ugot a gf or whatvr after that goukon][didnt u?]

[No?][Where’d you hear that?]

[therewas a pic on fb][u were tagged][it showed up on my feed]

[I haventbeen on fb recently][Lemme check]

[Oooooh][Yeah no][I wasn’t even aware this was taken][And the comments are baseless][I barely spoke to her][There was no ‘chemistry brewing’]

[shescute tho]

[Yeah Iguess?][Objectively][But not really interested][She doesn’t go to my school][And we met for like five seconds]

[datingimplies getting to kno eachother]

[Yeah but][Idk][Just nothing clicked?][And I wasn’t even looking for anything going to the thing either so][What about you?]

[watabout me?]

[You thinkshe’s cute][She your type?]

[no]

 [Am I notgetting more than that?]

[i’mmore into a dif set of anatomy]

[?????]

[shesnot a he]

[Oh][OH][You’re]

[homo]

[Oh]

[ifthats a problem u should delete my number]

[NO][Not a prob at all][Sorry][Just surpside][Supreied][SURPRISED][Fuck][I’m sorry]

[usaid that alredy]

[Well I am][Could have responded better]

[couldaresponded worse][so][not a prob?]

[Coursenot][That’d be stupid for one][And hypocrtical for antoher]

[hypocritical?]

[I’m bi][Or pan][Idk][Still nto sure about the difference tbh][Nd I have a friend who’s ace]

[nanami?]

[I cannot divulge something that isnot mine to tell]

[she let it slip when we werecleaning up after culture fest][sonia and mioda bugged her bout if u two were dating][hanamura wanted to know bout ur sex life]

[Hanamurascares me][And yes to Chiaki being my ace friend]

[hanamurascares everyone][u basically gave it away with ur notanswr answer]

[Shedoesn’t care][But I still didn’t actually confirm or deny][Because that would be rude][(◡‿◡✿)]

[fuckoff][dont u dare start using those kaomoji things like nanami]

[(。・ω・。)][( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)][*｡:ﾟ+\(^‿^✿)]

[imgonna block u]

[(◕‸◕✿) *pout*]

Theydon’t re-visit the topic of sexuality again and settle back into their frequentback and forth texting. Hajime’s still teased at school but once he finallycaves and lets his classmates know that he is not texting a girl, but a boyfrom Chiaki’s class at Hope’s Peak, all interest in his affairs are lost.

Winteris fast approaching and with that comes the school culture festivals foreveryone other than Hope’s Peak, who have their festival earlier because no onewould go to any other school event if Hope’s Peak is allowing outsiders to touraround. Hajime’s class decides what to do rather quickly since no one’s allthat interested in putting too much effort, but Hajime still ends up being runragged with the rest of his class in the last minute preparations.

[I hateculture fests]

[culturefest?]

[Yeah][My school’s one is coming up][My class is doing a butler/maid cafe][Because we are simple public school students who don’t have the resources forpink blood]

[I was kidding][Your class’ murder cafe was the best thing I’ve ever seen][Thouhg I admit I had high expectations since you guys do go to Hope’s Peak]

[it was nanami’s idea][nd hanamuras a creep but good cook][nd sonias gotta 1up everyone nd dished out money so we could go way overbudget]

[Haha][But it was great][I had a lot of fun]

[Btw][Your birthday’s coming up right?]

[no][y?]

[Is yourbirthday not during the winter?]

[itsin aug]

[But yourname is FUYUhiko]

[ndmy sis is natsumi but her birthdays in march]

[But][That doesn’t make sense]

[blameour parents]

Hajime’sculture festival comes and goes. It goes fairly well in his opinion, even ifhis butler uniform ended up shrinking in the wash and it was too late to fix. He’spretty sure his pants were borderline indecent with how tight they were and thefact that he had felt far too many eyes on his ass and crotch region during theday was not comforting in the least. No real disturbances occurred though, other than when Chiaki came by and was recognizedby video game enthusiasts and Hope’s Peak admirers.

[thoughtu were doing a butler cafe not a host club]

[?????]

[[image]]

[Where didyou get that???]

[ihave my sources][could u not find pants that werent 3 szies too small?]

[It shrankin the wash okay][But oh god][Did I look that bad all day???][Kill me]

[udidn’t look bad][how many ppl asked u out this time?]

[None??][Though now I know why girls kept giggling when I turned my back][I don’t know if I can show my face at school again]

[theywere prob giggling cuz u have a nice ass]

[Ha ha]

[urnot ugly idiot][i bet tons of girls are crushing on u at school][nd guys][im surprised ur single]

[Shut up][If it’s a surprise anyone is single it’s you][You’re funny, snarky, smart, and really attractive][And you pretend like you’re relaly grumpy and antisocial][But when Chiaki talks about school and you come up you’re always taking part][And the fact that you’re secretly really toned][Like seeing those beach pictures on Koizumi’s fb][Oh my god][And your eyes][If they look that gorg in candid photos I don’t want to imagine in rl][And I’m just this normal whatever][Mediocre in every way]

[Uh][Pretend I never said all that?]

[didu fb stalk me on other ppl’s fb?][nd ask nanmi to spy on me for u?]

[No]

[Maybe][No to the spying][Maybe I would ask about you though?][I’m sorry]

[ur not mediocre][wanna talk about pretty eyes?][and secretly toned bodies?][if u wore clothes that didnt swallow u][ud be batting away pple who wanna date/fuck u][nd ur eyes are the ones that are gorg and unique][u have any idea how many times ive thought of wanting to see em in person?][nad how nanami talks about u all the time][i knew of u before the whole mistexting crap][but as nanmi’s annoying notboyfriend][and now i get hwy she praises u so much][anyone would be lucky to go out with you][ur stupidly nice and considerate][but also a sarcastic little shit u cant hate]

[You don’t need to say nice thingsto me just cuz I made a fool of myself just now]

[imflirting wth u dumbass]

[Oh]

Hajime is typing…

Hajime is typing…

[uever gonna finish ur reply]

[I’mpanicking][Give me a break][I don’t know how to respond]

[fine][go on a date with me?][ y ( ) n ( )]

[How did Inever realize how dorky you are]

[fuckinjust anser or ill punch ur stupid face]

[Maybe I’drather you kiss it]

 [andi’m a dork?][fucking loser]

[Shut up][You didn’t say no though]

[ustill havent answered me]

[You first]

[fucku i asked first]

[I askedsecond]

[HINATAI S2G I WILL SHANK U]

[I’m sorry][I default to annoying when im embbarsed and dont know waht im doing][I want you to kiss me. I want to kiss you][So yes please]

[yesor no woulda been fine][dork]

“…”

“…”

“…”

“What?”Kuzuryuu finally snaps.

“This is a lot harder in person,”Hinata laughs weakly. And it really is. Especially because Kuzuryuu is even cuter in person and Hajime didn’tthink that could be possible. Also, the skinny jeans and casual button downcombo he’s sporting makes it hard for Hajime to look anywhere at the boy’s bodywithout blushing. He’d been so excited to finally meet up, expecting to fallinto conversation as easily as they do while texting, but one look at Kuzuryuuwaiting by the entrance of the movie theater, scowling at everyone who’d lookat him, had wiped most of the vocabulary in Hajime’s brain.

“Younever shut up when we text,” Kuzuryuu grumbles.

“It’snot my fault you’re even cuter in person and I forgot everything I wanted tosay.” Kuzuryuu scowls but he also turns redder than before. “See! If you canstop being so adorab—”

“Hinata,I swear if you call me c-cute or a—that, again you’ll wish I sent Peko afteryou.”

“Peko?”

Kuzuryuugives him a look that is equal parts fond and exasperated and a littlebewildered. “You could have found so much about me just from a few google searches.”

Hajimejust shrugs and looks down at his feet, “Yeah, but I’d rather get to know youby actually talking to you.” When he looks up, Kuzuryuu’s facing away but notenough to completely hide the fact that his cheeks and ears are tinged a darkpink-red, especially since Hajime’s got a 22cm height advantage. Hajime grins.“C’mon, we’re going to be late for the movie.”

Whenhe reaches forward and grabs Kuzuryuu’s hands, he files away the squawkingnoise the shorter boy emits as he tugs him along towards the movie theater. Inall honesty, Hajime wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about the movie they saw –he believes it was an action flick – since Kuzuryuu decided to pay back the handholding with a game of gay chicken that led to some intense public displayingof affection. They’re lucky the theater was mostly empty and they chose seatstowards the back. Hajime’s mental notes of Kuzuryuu by the end of the movieinclude several points relating to the plushness of Kuzuryuu’s lips, the factthat Kuzuryuu’s palate is quite the sensitive spot, and that Kuzuryuu has totry extremely hard to remain quiet.

[marimopeace]

magi feels like a fever dream tbh (so does 2014)

my youtube homepage usually gives me updates from podcasts/commentary channels but occasionally music will filter through bc of my subscriptions and WOWWWW i just took such a nostalgia trip

a thumbnail for AmaLee's cover of The Bravery popped up and the little thing said the video was from "7 years ago" and i took a second to process that

1. omg magi!!! loml for quite some time until it fizzled out until its final chapter

2. 2014 was 7 years ago...

everything about that moment just took me back to a simpler time aha--even the video itself! it has the old youtaite formatting of a black bar of lyrics + the way this song sounds takes me back to action-packed shonen really making it mainstream (magi's anime should have been right around opm's blow-up and the gradual rise of mha since i distincting remember naruto ending that year)

but also i guess the tiktoks talking about how kids born in 2014 are 1st grade are really starting to hit me ^^; 7 isn't that big of a number but when you think about what can happen in the span of 7 years...

*cue marimo's tumblr that was originally meant to be a casual aniblog just turning into a young adult's thoughts on aging*

(but also fr the grip that sinbad had on ppl's minds as the pinnacle of OP heroism...not to mention the vast amount of fics that emerged bc of the character-heavy nature of the series damn all so much fodder for ships/self-inserts)