#knk back again

[slowlydiving]

let's hold out hope that this is all some grave misunderstanding!1!!11!! but also it already seems official lololol 🙃🙃🙃

[harapeveco]

I’m very pro “it’s your job to block/eliminate the content you don’t like, people don’t have to do it for you, it’s not their responsibility” type of person (controversial I know) so like I don’t get mad when I see things I don’t like bc me not liking something is not another person’s problem so I won’t really fight them on it…still I can’t help the whiplash I feel every time I see a new incest fic on the knk ao3

[mcrblephantasm]

Just a small PSA:

I will follow canon/manga/original VN until the localization of the remake release of Arc being overall very much a whimsical, spoiled princess who can and will drag Shiki out on dates whether the poor man likes it or not. I won't lie and say I don't have a bias for the ship, but I know it's not everyone's cup of tea so please know that I am!! Super okay!! With Arc's feelings being one-sided!!

Please speak up if you feel I am doing forcing the ship, as it is absolutely not my intent.

[sanstropfremir]

DKZ is performing at mama??? Wow the journey that group has gone through in the past year is insane. If you had told me last year that a cute webtoon turned bl drama with two idols as the leads would blow up enough to practically unflop a group I would not believed that

i KNOW. it's a true modern kpop cinderella story, like last year their mvs were not even close to scraping a million views and now they have their first music show win and are performing at awards shows. jaechan even hosts a radio show? i know we've all joked about the flop to bl pipeline but i truly did not expect it to actually like. work.

[benetnvsch]

girls who are totally normal about phantom of the opera,,,

[hypothesiscosmos]

Loaded up one of the JJK x KnK comic scripts since I wanted to add something to it and I. I fucking forgot I put this down LMFAO

[alien-magnolia]

You Saved Me

Tw: logan howlett x fem!reader, domestics, description of childbirth/pregnancy, breeding knk, fem/mutant! reader, domestics, Logan being so caring <3 18+ MDNI

A/n: please support your creators and reblog if you love this content <3 xoxo, Liz

——-

You never believed in being absolutely crushed, enamored with someone just from one instance of meeting. Just from one glance. That never fell to be true. Until you met Logan.

He saved you from Striker’s Island, saved you from life in a cage, life as an experiment, carrying you off the grounds of the facility because you had a broken leg. He was so caring, so gentle, with you that day.

You sobbed as the bone in your leg bulged out, itching to relieve itself in the fresh air, away from the mess that was your thigh. “I know it hurts. Just hold on to me, yeah? Won’t let anything happen to you,” he consoles, his gruff voice and warm, heaving chest a comfort to you as the pain from your leg was asinine — slowly killing you.

He was gentle on the night you eloped, as well. The two of you fell enamored with each other in only a span of a few months. You needed each other to heal. The two of you spend some time away from the X-mansion, back in the outskirts of the Colorado mountains.

“Let me carry you over these rocks, bub. Don’t want you to strain yourself,” he chided at you, and once again, those strong, hairy arms you loved so much, picked you up as if you weighed nothing, and carried you to the edge of the cliff. “It’s beautiful here, Logan,” you exclaim in quiet awe. “It’s nice. Private,” he replies, a large hand coming to cup your face. “You saved me, bub. After losing my brother, having all these god-fuckin’ awful memories. Had so much pain,” he sighs. “I know. You’re safe now, Lo,” your hands cup his cheeks, pulling him into a slow and chaste kiss.

—-

“Can’t! Can’t take it anymore — Lo!!,” you squealed, as his broad chest pressed up against your back, all the chest hair leaving marks on your back. His large hands cradling your front, occasionally squeezing at your plush tits, his grunts animalistic. “Doing so well, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Give me one more squeeze bub, I know you can,” he reassures, as you feel like you’re about to explode from his thick, eight inch cock ramming into you, over and over.

You’re in complete bliss as you feel his seed seeping into you. You were fertile. You were his. His claws come out as he finishes, almost touching your neck. He pulled them back quickly, checking if you were okay. “Love you so much, sweetheart. You’re my moon, I’m your Wolverine,” he whispers, as he rolls you over onto your back, wiping you with a towel. He lays down next to you, cradling you on his big chest, in an almost paternal way.

You were safe, you were loved.

He continued being the softest, gentle, man that he could be, with you. Even when the both of you returned to the Mansion. He would constantly check in on you if you were teaching class, advising the students of how you gained control of your telepathy. He would always make sure you went to bed at a reasonable time, and that you wouldn’t over exert yourself while teaching.

His love and care for you was innately fierce, and it grew even more fervorous when you told him you were pregnant. You’ve never seen the man so happy.

He was insanely protective over you. He was your shadow, always around where you were. If another at the mansion even so simply looked at you, he would get defensive. “We got a problem here?,” he would ask, claws slowly inching out. They would shake their head quickly and walk away.

He would hold back your hair as you had morning sickness, constantly ill. He would tell you everything would be okay, as you gained a bit of weight, as your hormones raged out of control.

“What do you need, bub? Water? I can make you somethin’ to eat too, don’t hold out on me, now,” he asks, as he walks into your kitchen after a long day of working with Charles on a new project. You sniffle, “I never knew pregnancy would be this hard, Lo. I’m losing it.” “Hey. You’re still my moon, y’ know. You saved me, sweetheart. Still love ya just the same, even if you’re all heavy with my kid. It’s a new life we made,” he reassures, bringing you in to the safe haven of his chest again. You smile warmly, as he continues to hold you.

He was there with you for the birth. You were in so much pain, and he held you — every step of the way. When the infant was finally out, the three of you spent hours just laying together, having skin to skin contact. “My moon. Did so well f’me, sweetheart,” he tells you, as you have your infant laying on his chest, and your fingers gently touch his beard.

He saved you, after all.

A/n: I want this man in a very bad way, a very, very, very, very bad way. Screaming. References here are from original X men movie and X men origins: Wolverine.

[nerice]

it's all wrong. i don't think it can ever be right again

[n3ptoonz]

Ok ok ok we got the boys getting walked in on soooo what if Earthrealm boys walked in on US?

i knew somebody would have this idea 😈 REVERSE REVERSE 🔄

these are gonna be drabbles instead of bullet points

implied scent knk mention, sphinx can't stick to a theme to save her life

Scorpion

Kuai Liang was shocked at first, but quickly understood. He's gone a lot and knows that. He's not upset at all by this, what gets the job done in his absence is what he roots for, but he'd still rather be the one making you sound like that. Lowkey is impressed with how well you must've been going at it too. 'Have I ever made them sound like that...? Hold up-' he thinks. Once you see him and are like woahh when did you get here he's like "Curiosity got the best of me, I'd like to help if you'll have me." as if you weren't already jumping on him before he finished his sentence.

Sub-Zero

"You just couldn't wait, could you?" Bi-Han said, standing over you. You jumped at the sight of him looming over your almost fucked-out glow from your own hands and splayed out on the couch; just how the fuck was he so quiet?! As you nervously try to explain, thinking he's actually upset at you, he interrupted you again by grumbling and picking you up to properly escort you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down and got on top of you, pressing himself between your legs. "I'm not angry with you. I just wish you had waited." he said before letting himself hang free. "But I don't mind finishing the job."

Kenshi Takahashi

When Kenshi checked out where the noise was coming from, he caught you grinding against a lounge pillow with his shirt over your nose. Once your eyes opened and saw him standing in the doorway half shocked half into it, you kicked the pillow off the bed and sat up. "No, no, please, don't let me interrupt." he teased half jokingly. Honestly he could see himself encouraging the concept. He has many duties to attend to, so who would he be to tell you not to tend to yourself? He walked further into the room with a more serious look on his face, he really wanted to apologize he couldn't always be there, but since he was now there's nothing stopping him from helping his lover out.

Smoke

Tomas was beyond flustered. He planned to come over to your place and cook together to make up for lost time since he's often very busy. He had a key to your house so he naturally just walked in, set his stuff down, and went to go find you. "Hey, you ready to cook-" cue a Disney studio audience gasp. After like a full 60 seconds of him stuttering over his words he apologized many times before you stopped him. You offered for him to help you out, and now he was pushing down his own immediate boner, but a simple 'yes' sealed the deal for the both of you.

Johnny Cage

This sexy fucking prick. Unbeknownst to you Johnny just sat and watched from the door of your bedroom, truly fascinated by how needy you were for him. Before you could even reach a semblance of climax, here he waltzed in all smug, "11 times." he said. You gasped and threw the covers over yourself, asking what the hell he's on about now (you're used to him popping up unannounced). "You said my name 11 times, new record babe." He knew your next remark would either be witty or frustrated, so he spoke again. "Ah, ah, ah, let's make it 20."

Kung Lao

Kung Lao is also another sexy fucking prick, but a little worse. You have been walked in on before but not thwacking the noodle or flicking the bean, something less crazy like changing, and yet he still was a teaser. You recalled if he was coming over today and reached the conclusion that he would have no reason to, so you got to work. Silly silly you, Johnny and Lao are known for showing up out of nowhere, you knew that! So there you were doing your thing, and boom, Kung Lao pulled up and caught you by accident. He had no regrets though, all you saw looking at you was a smirk, clear idea on his face, and his signature dimples smiling back.

Raiden

Look guys idgaf what anybody feels or says, I can say he's baby while also knowing a lot, obviously. Raiden is a grown ass man with a dick and balls, but he's never walked in on someone before. Me personally I believe he'd be in shock, and he was. Why? Not only because he walked in on AND interrupted your own time, but you were whispering and moaning his name too. Like Smoke he'd be shifting where he stood trying to control his aching boner, but surely once you gave him the okay to enter your room, hell, even touch you? Game fucking on. He's still nervous but wouldn't let that stop him!

Liu Kang

Liu Kang may be a God, but obviously he cannot tell the future. He just created the world and tried to maintain peace as much as he could. He can predict things, and that included what you were doing while he wasn't there. He figured with how much he was gone it wouldn't be surprising if you took matters into your own hands, and he was right. He slowly rounded the corner to the sight of you using some kind of toy and muttering incoherent words that lead to his name somewhere in there, but it didn't bother him. In fact, when he made his presence known he offered to help including the toy if you wanted.

Geras

Lowkey I don't think Geras would know what to do. He doesn't interact with mortals much technically outside of Liu. So like, if you were waiting for him back at his chambers especially when he took so long to come back due to business, he'd be stuck in his tracks. He'd say there's no need to apologize but rather explain your desire to him so he could fulfill whatever void was left in his absence. I feel like he'd be reassuring too if you were embarrassed and happily make your wishes his command.

a/n: OKKAAAYYYYY i got this out FUCK writers block and periods and life IS A BITCH and ik i recycle the same stuff but like hey, it works🥱

[zolaniii1]

Long day

(Inspo)

Praise knk go purrrr

And sometimes being a good domme is know when your sub had a bad day where absolutely everything went wrong. They got in trouble at work, dropped their lunch, lost their walet and wasnt able to hear from you all day which was the icing on the shit cake.

And sometimes all they need is to just please you just to hear the praise just to know theyre doing something right but a bit of comfort too.

And sometimes you let them lay with you sucking wildly on your breast moaning with their eyes rolling back at the way you caress their head closer muffling the sounds of your moans as they finger your pussy spreading the lips to get more access only to go back to your clit and rubbing until you cum delaying their own pleasure just hoping once youll call them a “good boy” its all the praise they need. “Does it feel good” theyll whine into your breast but its completely muffled since they just cant remove their mouths.

“please mommy tell me im doing a good job” They dont care how long they have to finger fuck you either theyve been hard and rutting into the mattress this whole time anyway.

and sometimes they start to get feral for praise holding you tighter to them, skin to skin pushing their fingers deeper into you loving the way you clench on their fingers the sticky wetness coating them it means theyre doing good and making mommy feel good but they still have their mouth on your breast and might forgot to move their fingers the minute you stroke their hair.

“such a good boy for me baby” tumbles out of your mouth and its like they can breathe a little bit again their fingers gain a new energy to return back to fucking you anything to hear that again.

@dontmindme3 💖

[mako-neexu]

things that could happen in monte cristo valentines:

-haydee and guda again with the anata/watashi -brewing coffee (could be same...maybe different?) coupled with a dessert this time having symbolisms AGAIN of how much they mean to him istfg -FUCKING BEDROOM VOICE THAT WILL SOFTLY ANNIHILATE MY EARS -another "light my cigarette" scene (perhaps, a variation of the scenario that could end us all) -going back to pseudo-tokyo for a date? www -LINK LOST other-self perhaps could be involved? (as shadow maybe) -another mention of guda being his star (<- will absolutely tear me to pieces) -going back to the apartment complex from knk event to look back at some memories? -fgo literally requiring you to clear Id chapter ofc

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hello again, 2 months have passed since I made that commission and today I come to ask for another of the same characters (Yes, sorry xd). Headcannons for Morgan, Sith, Melusine and Barghest with a depressed Master, how would they react to this and how would they help him.(Oh and one question, apart from Fate, would you make commissions related to other Type-Moon franchises? (Tsuhikime, Mahoyo and Knk) because I'm interested in ordering something related to Shiki (R), Arcueid and Aoko, Thanks)

(I will take literally any excuse to write for the Fae, especially Barghest and Baobhan Sith, and sorry that it took so long to get this back to you, I was trying to decide if I should go off my own experiences with Depression or if I should base it around a more… I dunno generalized(?) version of it, oh and to answer your question, I’d be more than open to writing for other Type Moon franchises! Also I couldn't find any good images for everyone sorry!)

Morgan Le Fay

Morgan Le Fay, the queen of all Fae-kind is many things.

A woman who provides the image of someone who is unshakeable and unbreaking.

A woman who has to do so, because that is what is expected of a monarch.

A woman who takes everything vulnerable about her and locks it away from even those closest to her.

Then you called her forward.

Someone who could manage to slip into the box where she keeps her weakness, wounds, and insecurities hidden.

Someone who could see past the masks she wears.

Someone who can hold her and say “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay.” and she’ll believe it.

But one day, she noticed something different about you.

How there was a lack of… fire in your eye.

How you spent more and more time alone, and what time you didn’t spend alone was spent almost entirely with her.

How you lacked energy.

How you seemed subdued.

How you tried to avoid people.

And one day.

How you just broke down as you were sitting down and doing nothing.

In that moment, all of her composure, all of her masks broke like glass.

And not knowing what else to do, she did what you would do when she would do the same.

She was crying while doing so, she was crying as she held you and told you “It’s okay, It’ll all be okay.”

And despite how her words lacked almost all of her usual power behind them, you believed her.

Because Morgan Le Fay is many things.

Your Queen.

Your servant.

The woman who loves you.

The woman you fell in love with.

And the woman who will do anything to repay the kindness you offered to her when you slipped past her guard and into her heart.

Just so she can continue to see your smile.

Baobhan Sith

Baobhan Sith is the most stubborn person you will ever meet.

In a way that’s part of her charm.

It’s also one of the worst things about her.

She will never admit when she needs help.

No matter how heavy the pressure placed upon her is.

No matter how much strain is placed on her.

She is the future queen after all, she has to be strong.

But her refusal to let anyone in will come back to bite her.

Or it would’ve if someone just as stubborn as her didn’t summon her one day and decide to break through her shell.

Needless to say it took quite a while to get through to her.

But when you did, Baobhan found the world was a much easier place to live in.

Having someone she can trust with everything.

It was liberating to her, not having to hold everything in.

So when she started to notice you holding things in from her she would not stand for it.

She forced her way in, just like you did for her.

Regardless of what you said to her she knew what was lies and what was truth.

And until you and her both left everything bare for each other to see.

She wouldn’t stop. 

Melusine

Melusine is a loner.

She never really vibed with others.

Always on a slightly off wavelength to everyone else.

Perhaps it was because she was a dragon.

Or maybe it was just how she was.

But to connect with another, that was something Melusine desired more than anything.

To have someone willingly share their warmth.

To have a partner who would listen as she gushed about the things she loved, the things she hated, everything.

To have a partner she would listen to as they gushed about the things they loved, the things they hated, everything.

But a desire was all it was.

At least until she met you.

Because when she met you, got to know you, got to see what made you tick.

She knew she had found the partner in crime she had been looking for.

And she also knows when something is wrong with her partner.

Barghest

Barghest is someone who fears getting close to people.

It is something that she has spent her entire life as a Fae Knight avoiding.

Despite her inherent desire to have a group she can lean on and a group who can lean on her.

Eventually she learned to allow the other knights in to a degree but not in the same way she craved to do so with another.

To have a home in someone’s heart and to give someone a home in her heart.

To have someone who she can cook for and to have someone who will cook for her.

To have someone who she can care for and to have someone who can care for her.

It was a hopless dream for a knight like her to have, but still it was a dream she cherished.

Yet one day by sheer luck she happened to meet a certain someone who managed to grab her attention.

You.

You were someone quite interesting to Barghest.

And eventually that interest turned to something more.

To something where she wanted to share in her dream with you.

To something where she wanted to share her heart with you.

And when your heart aches, when you are shaken and the darkness of the world begins to crush you.

Know that you will always have not only one of the Fae Knights, not just a member of the Fang Clan, but someone who you share your heart with and someone you can lean upon no matter what.

Oh and if you even try to think of standing alone, know that Barghest will refuse to allow that to happen.

It is in her nature after all.

[harapeveco]

Oks besties here’s is Harapeveco with a new discovery! So you know how Daiki Yamashita (voice of deku) voices Tobi in both the Zingai app and the knk manga trailer right? Weeeeeeeeeeell I just so happened to find his YouTube channel where he sings he legit has music videos and everything so like you know where I’m getting at

[hockeynoses]

what spring does

Summary: Ste/ddie snz fic!  It’s been a long winter and spring is finally here. Eddie’s in the house working on music while Steve is out working in the yard. Steve purposefully forgets to take his allergy meds.

Rating: PG-13. I was gonna take this further but I’m too lazy. 600 words.

Notes: Written for an Anon ask: “more sneezing steve with a knk eddie fic? maybe this time they’re in the privacy of their own home and there’s no holding back?” Sorry I didn’t get to any actual fuckin’. This is already a shortened version of the fic because I was too unmotivated to clean the whole thing up. It’s almost more fluffy than horny, but maybe one day I’ll write a part 2. I meant to post this in the actual spring, but never got around to it!

The title is from Pa/blo Ner/uda. 🌺 "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees." I think it’s a gorgeous line that also happens to be a bit fetish-y.

-

“Lots of pollen out there?” Eddie asks casually, stepping into the kitchen and leaning against the counter. He keeps his arms crossed and tells himself not to get grabby.

Steve gives a pointed sniff, dragging a finger under his nose. “Lots,” he says, as Eddie’s eyes track the movement.

“Hmm, spring’ll do that. But the flowers are going to be so pretty,” he says playfully, dimples pressing into his cheeks. His eyes rake over Steve’s frame – the corded muscle of his arms, slick with sweat. The way his long fingers are still rubbing at his pink, freckled nose. “Hey,” Eddie taps Steve’s calf with his foot, “Flex for me, big boy. I wanna see those muscles you been workin’ on.”

Steve huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes, but there’s the slightest flush to his cheeks as he acquiesces, curling his arm up until his bicep bulges in a way he’ll admit he’s pretty proud of.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” Eddie smirks and waggles his eyebrows.

Steve’s answering laugh is cut short by a hitch in his breath - “Heh…ihh-” He squints up at the light beaming through the kitchen windows, overtaken by a “hih-AEESSHHoo!” that he buries into the elbow of the arm he’d just been flexing. He stills for a moment, blinking in the crook of his arm before pulling up with a little, “Whew!” as he shakes his head, dazed by the strength of the sneeze.

It sends an electric jolt of arousal straight to Eddie’s core, and he can’t control the giddy excitement that floods through him.

“Jesus, you’re gonna kill me.” Eddie stares at Steve, his eyes heavy-lidded as they greedily take in every detail. “Did you take your meds?”

“No…” Steve glances at him to watch his reaction.

Eddie’s eyebrows practically disappear into his bangs. “Oh really? Any particular reason?”

Steve’s eyelids flutter and he pitches forward again. “hih’IISHH’iue! Ugh.” He sniffs, lightheaded. “I ju-uuust - hih’KXXT! gshHT’CHHuh!”

“Is it my fucking birthday and I forgot?” says Eddie, his smile reaching his big eyes. Warmth blooms inside him, his head going all floaty in the best way.

Steve laughs, shaking his head and straightening up. “I just wanted to mbake the mbost of it.” He waves a hand at the window and the invisible pollen that Eddie was seriously going to have to dedicate a song to at this point. “I know you’ve been going crazy with all this gloomby weather and thought you deserved a pick-mbe-up.”

Eddie stares at him for a moment, taking in this marvel of a man. He can hardly believe his luck.

“Oh, I’ll pick you up, alright!” Eddie says with a manic grin before springing into action. With a burst of frenetic energy, he gets his arms under Steve’s ass and hefts him up a foot or two in the air. Laughing, Steve steadies himself by digging his hands into Eddie’s shoulders.  Eddie clambers as gracefully as he can to their room. He can feel Steve’s chest expand against him, drawing in a sudden, shaky breath. Steve’s fingers dig further into Eddie where he’s gripping him for purchase, powerless to cover a spraying “iihh-KSHH!  ah…hah’IITCHuh!” that mists the air behind them.

Eddie squeezes his ass in response, his own dick twitching in his sweatpants. When he reaches their bed, he deposits Steve onto it with a grunt before climbing on top of him.

As ever, Steve surprises him - the world spins in a blur of color and Eddie finds himself flat on his back, pressed into the cotton sheets, Steve straddling his hips. Breathless, he looks up at Steve with stars in his eyes. He’s never going to take this man for granted, ever.

[acebytaemin]

hi ana what are your top ten fave songs right now quickly 🎤

hi angel whew ur straight to the point aren’t u well let’s go! 🫡 you get 5 balkan tracks and 5 non balkan tracks bc ive been very balkanic recently & also i made this into a little playlist to make it easier for u to check out as ur reading my commentary (ofc there’s commentary who do you think you’re talking to)

svemir by devito (SOOOOO GOOOOOOD this has been out for a while now but it stays on my on repeat playlist)

nenormalan lik by nikolija ft devito (ANA FT LINOOOOOO no further comments. can go both ways actually which is the beauty of it all also i NEED to see him throw it back to ‘nenormalan nenormalan nenormalan lik’)

monster by jala brat & buba corelli (IM SORRY AS IF ITS MY FAULT ŠTO SAM LEVEL UP ZATO ME I NE VOLE [shakes ass until tmrw] also i can’t wait to have my dragon tattoo so i can sing along in EARNEST and no i won’t explain this bc im actually insane)

rosalia by jala brat & buba corelli (again sorry. like im to blame i was born in balkan and their tracks go so fawking hard to me)

periferija by voyage ft nucci (aka by bangchan ft changbin. Yes everything is always about something else to me and also Yes i’ve already made a post abt this LMAOOO)

did it like i did - remix by swervy (thanks to m @linoguy and the analisten playlist it’s SO good to me.)

du du du (english ver) by tan (i have NO idea who these people are but their song was on one of my playlists on spotify and it went in the likes right away i LOVE the guy who says just enough to sweeten up my morning coffee w this energy -> 🤪. Obsessed w him)

fade by knk (another thank you to the analisten playlist, specifically @ohmuqueen for this one 💞. The way this song sends me to OUTER FUCKING SPACE.)

too sweet by hozier (the bitch (cunt song releasing hozier) is back 💋 also the bass is FAT and i love the lyrics sm)

small reminders by tinashe (throwback but ive been listening to 333 the album so much lately esp this song.. ‘ain’t nobody telling me shit about shit and that’s that’ truly hits such a special spot to me these days 🤭)

PS everyone still very welcome to add to our collab playlist!! here u go if u lost the link 💖

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Haunted

Summary / author notes:

Double fill! https://nasuversekinkmeme.tumblr.com/post/714468172064030720/i-want-some-good-old-fashioned-kara-no-kyoukai (“Some KnK ghost hunting”) and https://nasuversekinkmeme.tumblr.com/post/717466704744185856/something-around-ryougi-shiki-and-time-loops-can (“Something with Shiki and time loops”).

As “the one behind that Kirie Fujou fill we do not talk about”, I thought I had the “skillset” to do the first prompt, but then I ran on an issue:

Kara no Kyoukai does not have ghost hunting.

There’s movie 1 but it’s not a ghost, just some underappreciated blorbo with the Sadako look. Then there’s the fog-wraith from movie 4 (does it even have a canon name? If not, I’d like to propose “Miasma”.), but it’s more of self-defense rather than hunting.

But then I decided: we could do the Overlooking View mixup all over again. Except worse.

Much, much worse.

The time loop aspect was added as a justification to why Shiki just doesn’t slash the “ghost” from the get-go.

Stop reading if you are squeamish about damage to the eyes or emotionally attached to Mikiya. Also, props to whoever recognizes what Touko’s machine is referencing.

Fill:

[Haunted]

>1.

He’s gone.

And she hadn’t been there to save him.

What remains lies on the floor, all mangled. Shiki was going to be without anyone by her side again. Just like the time when she was left alone in a coma, when her other self died.

She was certain of one thing, though: whoever did this, was going to end up in a far worse state than him. Shiki looked away -no point in looking for the lines of death in someone who is already dead-, up to the stairwell, and saw something up there.

A ghost. Yellowish gown, long black hair concealing her face. And plenty of lines to strike.

She looked back with the intent to look at the corpse one last time before going up to meet the enemy, but the corpse wasn’t there anymore. Not even the blood.

Shiki quickly rushed to Touko’s office, but she stopped at the first floor. What she saw there shocked her more than what she had seen in the basement.

Mikiya happily walking out of the door.

“I’m leaving for some errands. Take care!”

No way.

The corpse in the basement was his.

>2.

As usual, Touko was in her office, a testament of occult research and Diogenes Syndrome. Her excuse to not pay Mikiya in advance this time was an old machine resembling a photo booth, which had several burn marks from an earlier test.

“Touko, what the hell happened to MIkiya.”

The mage looked away from her magical piece of junk, and stared at her employee-student-attack dog. Strangely enough, she didn’t utter a word for a bit.

“Nothing.” She resumed her work on the damaged gizmo. “Just let me fix this thing, and we’ll give it another go.”

“Touko, I’m serious. I saw Mikiya die.” Shiki’s tone was unusually loud. “All mangled, thrown down the stairs. And there was an apparition watching from the top floor.”

“You’re imagining things. Mikiya is perfectly fine, he just went out to do some errands.”

“I saw that too.”

“Exactly. You’re probably just seeing things, maybe our first test run messed up a bit with your head.”

Shiki sighed. She was used to Touko being annoying, but not uncooperative.

“I’m going to look into what’s going on. You keep working on that space machine or whatever you call it.”

“Spatial conceptual interchange machine, and I didn’t choose the name.”

Shiki walked out of the office, and went down into the basement, where she began one of the toughest tasks of her life: rummage through industrial amounts of clutter, while trying to resist the urge to just kill all of Touko’s rejected artifacts to find if the corpse in the basement had been real.

The sheer boredom made the time she was stuck in a coma look like a festive event.

1 hour of rummaging through objects she’ll never know the use of.

What a shit day.

The boredom was actually tolerable, what got on her nerves was the feeling of impending danger. Normally that feeling would be welcome in her book, but the fact that the danger could just strike Mikiya behind her back turned it into a sense of dread.

2 hours - that’s it, it’s time to stab some garbage -

CRUNCH

The mangled corpse was there again. It had been real.

She quickly ran towards it, and looked up. The ghost was there, walking away, too far up to distinguish her face. Shiki looked down, and Mikiya’s body wasn’t there anymore.

>3.

It had started with that damn machine. Something Touko had gotten from a mage garage sale. She called it “artifact transfer”, but Shiki was pretty sure it was just a mage garage sale.

“Spatial conceptual interchange machine. It’s used to exchange the concept of spatial location between a predefined entity and a target.”

“Who made this and why do we need it, Touko?”

“A Spanish branch of the Mage’s Association. The Técnicos Investigación Arcana, if I recall correctly.”

Touko proceeded to demonstrate the device’s functionality by putting some papers inside of it. After inputting some strange runes Shiki did not understand nor care about, one of the office’s many TV screens was replaced with the very same stack of papers. The mage opened the machine’s door, revealing the TV to be inside of it.

“You know we could just carry the stuff ourselves, right?”

“It’s not just objects. It can also exchange living entities. Would you like to give it a go? We could swap you with this chair.”

Why did she have to agree to that? Right, so Touko wouldn’t bother her later. What happened is that the machine made some noise, and when it stopped she was still inside of it. And one part of the machine now had burns of it. So much for “teleportation of living things”. Why would Touko be so fixated on repairing that piece of junk?

She had no time to ponder on the answer to that question. Shiki’s priority was stopping whatever was going on with Mikiya and the ghost. So she began inspecting the upper floor, which were in various states of disrepair ranging from “abandoned” to “near collapse”. No wonder Touko didn’t want her and Mikiya to peek around the building. But Touko was too busy with her beloved failure of a teleportation machine.

Shiki saw the ghost again. Phasing through a wall - standing almost-inside the wall, on a crucifixion-like pose. The enemy looked unassuming. The only differences between her and the standard idea of a female ghost were her cloth -a pale yellow houseboat-ish gown rather than a white dress- and the bandages on her face.

Shiki raised her knife.

“Did you kill Mikiya?”

The ghost looked up, and suddenly phased into the wall. Or rather, was sucked into the wall.

Shiki quickly ran through the empty rooms, trying to find where her enemy was, like a twisted game of whack-a-mole. She could just kill the walls, but she was already breaking Touko’s rules enough by being up there.

Nothing. The ghost had vanished.

A loud crunch was heard in the distance, coming from below.

>4.

“I’m back!.”

Mikya walked into the office, with his usual smile. Shiki quickly rushed to him.

“Mikiya, there’s something wrong. I need you to stay outside while I figure out how to kill the threat.”

The man’s reply was to walk past her. He just went into Touko’s possibly-magic fridge and started placing the groceries. Shiki made a few more attempts at communication, ranging from kind words to a near-slap-to-the-face, but Mikiya did not respond.

How do you kill ignorance?

“Touko. What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On.”

She didn’t even bother to look away from her beloved teleportation machine. “Shiki, please wait while I repair this. Stop looking around. You won’t like what you might find.”

Needless to say, Shiki didn’t wait and decided to follow Mikiya like a shadow. While he sometimes tended to ignore blatant signs of danger, this was on a whole new level. Mikiya just went through his daily tasks, completely unaware of his partner’s presence.

What was going on today?

Mikiya was fine earlier in the morning, before… that damn machine. If following Mikiya as a bodyguard didn’t work out, she was going to slash that piece of junk to pieces, and then slash the pieces. But for now, her priority was acting as a bodyguard to Mikiya, and nothing would stop her from achieving her goal of not leaving him alone…

…until Mikiya went to the bathroom.

Damn. It.

Shiki decided to just wait, promising herself to not do any harsh actions. 5 seconds later, she opened the bathroom door. Mikiya was fine, although he still ignored her… and the fact that the bathroom wasn’t a bathroom.

An empty room, filled with the corpses she had seen. Except they weren’t corpses. They were puppets. Like the Mikiya she had seen walking into the room, which was standing in the center, motionless.

“I told you not to look.” Touko stepped from a convenient shadow. “I thought this would be the last place you would check. Normally this only happens once per week, but Glaucoma hasn’t taken the sound of your voice well.”

Mikiya left the bathroom, and went upstairs. Shiki quickly proceeded to follow him, but she was interrupted by Touko.

“This isn’t your home, Shiki. Just wait until I fix the spatial conceptual interchange machine.”

“Screw you.”

Mikiya had already left. She rushed to the top floor, but she was late. He was already gone. The ghost was there, dropping his mangled form down the stairwell.

>5.

“What have you done?!” Shiki shouted at the ghost, with an unusual amount of rage in her voice. Her enemy turned around to look at her, except she couldn’t really “look”. The bandage she had seen covered the apparition’s eyes, and there faint bloody smears on it.

“I missed you.”

A childish smile. The voice was familiar.

“…what?”

“I thought you were gone. But I heard your voice. I made sure to kill him all over again, so he doesn’t make you die again.”

The ghost raised her hand, and grabbed her bandage.

“…can I still see you?”

Shiki expected the bloodied, empty eye socket.

She didn’t expect what was where the eye used to be.

A blue dot. As if it was drawn over the emptiness in the phantom’s eyes.

“No. You’re still a mass of veins. Like everything else.”

The phantom raised her other hand, revealing a small scalpel.

“…are you Glaucoma?”

“That’s what she calls me.”

Step.

Step.

“But you know me as SHIKI.”

>Before.

He was all alone. She died. Because she could not bear the memory of hurting him.

Something was in his eyes. Twisted, pulsating lines. Over everyone. Over everything. In a panic, he tried to remove the source of the problem.

It didn’t work. Every time he removed that bandage, a horrible world stared back. Ghostly threads over a black void, twisting in odd angles. A world of veins.

“Who are you?”

That woman again. The humanoid mass of veins who had more veins coming out of her, attached to something far, far away.

“You’re quite a unique case. I don’t think I have seen someone with Mystic Eyes but no physical eyes before. Do you understand what you’re seeing?”

He did.

He had already cut one vein accidentally. The nurses were still wondering how that one flower in his hospital room had fallen apart.

He understood what he was seeing.

And he knew how much he wanted to tear apart every last one of them.

He knew he wanted to kill everything.

It had always been like this. He was the cheerful one. The one fascinated with murder. She was the one holding everything inside. But she is gone now.

Something else kept coming into his room every night. Another mass of veins. This one was larger, and it floated. When it was near, he felt a misty touch.

One night, it came inside a humanoid mass of veins. It threw him down the window. The outside world was still another mass of veins, with the red, almost fleshy structures’ shapes being the only difference.

What was the point of trying to hold back anymore? She was gone. And he couldn’t see anything worth caring for in this alien world anymore. So he lashed out at the humanoid shape. Tearing the veins with his bare hands hurt, so he resorted to biting. The shape quickly fell apart.

A childish laugh.

Another figure came for him.

“Oh God are you ok? What happened…”

Never been better.

He jumped at the other lump of veins. This one had some sort of coat, but what caught his attention was the weight on it. He grabbed it, and touched to make sense of its shape. A scalpel. His second victim, and the first one he killed with an actual weapon, was some poor doctor.

He wasn’t the last.

He quickly ran through empty paths between huge spires of veins -alleyways?-, tearing every moving mass of veins he saw. Until he ran into him again. He recognized his voice.

Mikiya,

Shiki loved him. He wanted Shiki to be ok, so he did what he could to hold back during that time. To be normal. Everything for Mikiya.

For what.

It was his fault. Shiki herself told him to leave. And he kept coming back. He did this to him. What did they even see on him? He was just another lump of threads.

“I don’t… want to die…”

A warm smile.

“I want to kill you.”

Mikiya was the first victim he genuinely hated.

Suddenly, something restrained him.

“Mages really underestimate simple magic. It might not look impressive, but a restraining spell can do wonders if it catches the target by surprise.”

That woman again. The magician.

“You really have lost yourself. I would even go as far as saying that you qualify as a demon now… and I would be interested in that.”

>Now.

Shiki took a defensive position, trying to study her opponent. Glaucoma was an exact mirror of her during her time at the hospital, with the only difference being those hollow eyes and that seemingly angelic smile.

“Why did you kill him!?”

“It was his fault. You told him to leave us alone, but he kept coming back. I loved tearing all of his veins apart.”

Shiki took a few steps back. If she had been asked if she wanted to see SHIKI again she would have quickly responded affirmatively… but this wasn’t the SHIKI she remembered. Glaucoma was everything she rejected from him.

“You really are demonic. I can kill you.”

She charged towards what could be considered a ghost but wasn’t. Glaucoma responded by slashing the floor, making both fall down into another of Touko’s rooms of randomly-placed magical artifacts. He got back up and tried to cut his alternate self, only for her to dodge gracefully. Just as Shiki thought she had the upper hand, the parallel SHIKI was in front of her.

“You still see the world, right? You still think there’s something different in all of them. But it’s all just veins underneath that. You, me, everyone, things, the distance between us, the air we breathe…”

He slashed at the air around Shiki, causing her to lose breath, and then at her knife. But she wasn’t harmless even if she was disarmed. Shiki punched the mockery of her other self in the face with her prosthetic arm, sending him tumbling backwards.

This wasn’t a fight between equals. Glaucoma was physically slower and weaker, but his Mystic Eyes were more dangerous than hers. Shiki still needed some time to see the lines of conceptual things, because she had to find a way to visualize them. The other SHIKI didn’t have that drawback, as everything was just lines over darkness in his eyes.

Wait, that’s it.

Glaucoma got back up, gasping for air. That had hurt. It was clear now, the figure of veins with Shiki’s voice wasn’t her Shiki. Could it be one of Touko’s tests? Maybe he could put the blindfold back and rest. The darkness was comforting. An empty void. Like the one where she had last seen her. The real one, not the impostor.

No, no, no. He was going to kill the impostor. If Touko wasn’t doing anything, that means he could kill her without consequences. He looked at that room, but all he saw was those horrible veins. He wanted to tear apart all of them, but Touko would punish him if he did. He was only allowed to slice the lines she approved, the demons and rogue mages she hunted, the puppets of his first victim she gave him as a reward…

One of the lumps of threads moved, and got to him before he could react, run away or slash one of the odd veins - the ones that meant things that weren’t alive, like “far away”, “future”, “light”… it was her. The impostor. She restrained the arm he was holding the knife with, and grabbed his neck with her fake arm.

“The only way you can tell something alive from something dead is to see if it moves, right?”

Cheater. She had been hiding. No, not even hiding, just standing still. He wasn’t going to let her kill him. Glaucoma punched Shiki, except it wasn’t a punch. His hand phased through her torso, grabbed one of the lines and tried to pull. The impostor responded by tightening her grip, making him gasp for air.

The battle between two grim reapers was going to be decided by a twisted game of arm wrestling. Or, it would have been decided by that factor, if it had continued.

Both parties were hit off-guard by different restraining spells. Glaucoma was fully knocked out, whereas Shiki merely fell to the floor.

“Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back.” Touko muttered. “But was that satisfaction worth the experience of death?” She grabbed the fake ghost, put his blindfold back, and threw him into the wall, which absorbed him as if it had done before. “Maybe I can make him believe all of this was a nightmare when he wakes up.”

Shiki got back up. She could have asked many different questions, but she chose the most important one.

“How do I get back to my world?”

“So you figured it out. That machine’s malfunction took you to what you would call a parallel timeline, and what I call the world.”

Shiki sighed. Of course Touko was going to engage in extensive verbal tangents even if she wasn’t her Touko.

“Did you fix it?”

“It’s been fixed for around five minutes.”

“WHAT?”

“Since you were so persistent in finding my secrets, I decided to let you have your way once I had the machine fixed and stop the eventual fight when any of you two got in danger. Besides, it’s not every day you get to see a fight between two bearers of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.”

Shiki didn’t even bother to reply, and just walked to that damn machine. The alternate Touko closed the door. A few seconds and strange noises later, her Touko opened the door.

“See, Mikiya? I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

He was there, fine as always. Home, sweet home. Shiki walked up to him.

“Something wrong, Shiki?”

“Nothing, I’m just… glad you’re here.”

Mikiya was surprised by her faint smile. And he was even more surprised when Shiki proceeded to slash Touko’s machine to pieces a couple seconds after.

“What the hell Shiki!? Why!?”

“It was haunted.”