#london and japan had ponytails

[thesquirrelqueer]

my one critique of broadway chloe’s costume is that she should’ve had a high ponytail

[alarici]

matthalle, tbc?? (1,300 words)

(some was already posted) @neallo sorz im late

Nothing happens at an expensive pub in South London. The lights are low, dark wood and frosted glass. Vermouth distilled in the 80s. Loafers and calf leather Oxfords.

Matt’s chilled lager sweats in his hand.

Halle stares out the window. Another odd Tuesday. They’re both three drinks in.

It’s fine company.

—

Thing is, Matt has always been taken by vicious blondes. Call it a character flaw, a rule of his life. Since Mary in the first grade. Linda, Mello. Maybe the Amane chick was a bit of a departure, not so vicious, but just barely. A change of pace but not of theme.

And really, who could blame Matt’s blue balls, six months in a one-room with Mello. Lockdown, for the detox and even more for the mission, for fancying Amane’s pigtails and perky tits.

Halle is another beast altogether. Matt’s learned about her three older brothers. Military father, granddaughter of a minister. All-girl’s finishing school in Massachusetts, Oxford, Cambridge, UN, Interpol. Matt imagines she’s the type to wear vintage La Perla under her pantsuits. He knows her heels have red under soles, and that her perfume is worth more than his two year lease in Covent Garden.

She hasn’t let him verify the panties hunch. But to be fair, he hasn’t tried and hasn’t asked. They get along. Every elephant in the room can be shut out with booze, or blow, or chatting about this case or the weather in Nairobi, the coups in Bolivia, the semiconductor shortages, the latest episode of Doctor Who.

—

Nothing happens at the bar. Amongst the suits and the highballers, they talk. It's difficult to find someone else who's been through the same shit as you, these days. They're all dead.

Halle knew Mello. Matt knew Mello. Halle's beautiful. Matt's got a tender spot for beauty, being a mediocre creature of god surrounded by chosen ones and manmade smiles.

Something does change when Halle offers to take him running. Him. Running.

Asthmatic kid on the playground. Five years out from a coma and a collapsed lung and a bullet dug out of his thigh.

She says she'll go easy. He imagines she just wants to see him in pain.

So be it. His doctor tells him he needs to exercise. He's entered the latter half of his twenties. Things stick out, and his skin folds where it didn't used to. Which is great. But the Ritalin work the same anymore, and he's tired all the time.

Mainly, he just wants to watch Halle run in front of him. What is he without someone like that—running ahead, egging him on, prodding him or leading him until he's blue in the face. Blood on his tongue. Her firm ass far below eye level.

She smiles, and they set the date for Sunday. 9 AM. The devil's hour!

Matt, his beat up trainers, ratty gym shorts from the charity shop, long-sleeved T-shirt, Hyde Park.

Halle, gym shorts, hair in a tight ponytail, sports bra, no tank top.

It is August. It's also London—overcast, sky considering an afternoon shower.

At 9 AM, it's cool enough to bother with a shirt if she’d chosen to.

So Halle's first one-uppance is her abs. Matt hasn't had abs since he was wasting away in a hospital bed in Tokyo, still blissfully unaware that his friend-lover-boss had died. And still, those were coma abs. But Halle has her tanned skin in England. She smiles at him. He studies a freckle on the back of his hand.

"One lap. If you stop, I'm throwing you in the pond, Jeevas."

The case of the month involves a series of bodies washed up on the banks of the Thames. A rare one close to home. Matt's on standby—they don't need tech work for this, and he has a contract that says he doesn't have to do anything in the field. If Near doesn't dare venture out of his tower, why should he? He’s bored. Bodies in the Thames—what else is new?

The momentary crack of sunlight is oppressive. Halle's pace is punishing. The doctors in Japan had done a great job, so his English doctors said, at repairing the muscle in his inner thigh. They'd also told him, he, “wouldn't be running any marathons any time soon."

Halle knows. She's a bit of a cunt, Matt's learned.

He trots along.

If there's one thing two years semi-sober have taught him, it's that pain offers no worthy gain. It just sucks—but the alternative is what? Admitting defeat.

Matt’s been waving a white flag since he was twelve. This is supposed to be his second chance. A life. Standing in the presence of someone undeniably better, but still standing.

Ten meters before the end of the lab, he doubles over and hurls into a flowerbed, turns, and smiles up at her.

"Happy, you fucking übermensch?"

"I don't speak German." As though übermensch isn’t a loan word.

"You went to grade school there." Matt knows the gist of her story—military family. Childhood all over the world, and the dead sister. From an old German family that came to the U.S. at the dawn of World War Two.

"You don't speak Japanese." She counters. She knows he spent some time there. It’s not in his need-to-know file, but most of the group knows the outline of how he ended up working with Near five years after the end of the Kira case.

"I was only there for, like, a month. おはよう."

"Also, I went to grade school in the states."

"You can’t be German and work for the C.I.A," Matt quips. She’s American.

"I had noncitizen coworkers."

"Like, spies and defectors?"

"Yeah. If you can talk, you can run, Jeevas. We're going around again."

—

It happens, inevitably, when Matt’s still weak in the knees. He’s just taken a shower at Halle’s place—a beautiful loft with a waterfront view—and he’s sitting awkwardly on the edge of her bed wearing her—“my old boyfriend’s clothes.”

Her old boyfriend was clearly at least half a foot taller than Matt. His loungewear does not fit, but it’s clothes, and she offered a shower and clean towels.

When she gets out of the shower, she hasn’t changed.

He gives her the once-over.

���Man, you can just ask.”

“Good boys don’t talk back, Jeevas.”

“You didn’t say any—”

She drops the towel and smiles. “Aw, you’re still shaking from our run.”

He offers a lopsided smile, and stares at her breasts. They’re better without the fitted blouse, he decides. Her abs, still damp, are fun, too.

“So, what’s the safeword?” He asks, on the verge of reaching out to touch.

Halle looks about to slap his hand away. Instead, she smiles. Her K-9s are sharp. No surprise.

“My dog is well trained, no?” She reaches for his face, instead. Unchipped French nails gentle at his cheek.

“You decide.”

And that’s that.

—

Through their three month (and no longer) tryst, Matt learns that he likes being choked—of all the things, Mello never choked him. That the post-runner’s jitters—the endorphins—collide with the sex endorphins and leave him just plain happy. Halle makes fun of how much he smiles during scenes. When she’s choking him, when she’s on top of him, setting the pace, giving him nothing.

The best time is in Monaco. Matt tagged along on one of her assignments. Intel—it’s always intel. For a week, they look like the wet dream of a young couple on holiday. She picks out his clothes, dresses him like a fucking douchebag. Sends him to get a haircut.

They don’t go to any races. They only visit one casino, and that’s strictly business. The only place to take a jog in Monaco is the hotel’s luxury sports center. They pick side by side treadmills. She isn’t able to reach over to up his tempo. But she does give him a withering look when he slows. He doesn’t mind.

After dinners at hotel steakhouses or casino bars, they retire to their room. There is no being tied to bedframes or hot candle wax. Halle never uses anything besides her two hands. Long nails. Soft fingers, pressure points. Give and take.

They're both clever enough to know it can never last, but that's the fun part.

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extended bio - ritsuka fujimaru

general information

basic info

name: ritsuka fujimaru age: 16-24 (depending on point in timeline; defaults to 22) gender: fem-aligned nonbinary pronouns: she/they orientation: pansexual + polyamorous species: human nationality: japanese ethnicity: yamato japanese birth date: june 25th, 2001

appearance

height: 166cm / 5'5" build: leanly muscled hair: bright orange, cut just past the shoulders with locks framing her face. usually keeps a section in a side ponytail, held up by a scrunchie. eyes: yellow-orange, sometimes with bags under them scars: many.

background

in 2017, ritsuka was just an ordinary person when they were suddenly recruited to chaldea, a secret organization that works to preserve humanity. they were brought in as one of 48 master candidates--people who have the potential to summon and form contracts with servants, the spirits of legendary figures summoned as familiars--but as they aren’t a mage, people had low expectations of them. they were even prevented from joining the first major mission, a rayshift to “singularity f” in fuyuki, japan, 2004, after accidentally pissing off the director, olga-marie animusphere. turned out, that was a stroke of luck. the command room was blown up with all 47 other masters inside. they managed to survive, but in such critical condition that they’d need to be kept in cryostasis, leaving ritsuka as the only operational master. they, along with chaldea staff mash kyrielight, rayshifted to fuyuki. there, mash came into her own as a demi-servant--a living human fused with a servant and imbued with their powers--though she couldn’t say who the servant was, and ritsuka became her master. together, they solved singularity f and restored history to its proper course, only to learn of a horrible truth: the incineration of humanity. the past creates the present, which secures the future. seven disruptions at key points in history--seven singularities--had destroyed the present, which in turn prevented the future. the present, simply put, no longer existed outside of chaldea. for the next year and a half, ritsuka and mash worked to solve the seven singularities, guided by acting director dr. romani archaman, genius inventor leonardo da vinci, and the rest of the remaining staff. they went to france in the hundred years war, rome during emperor nero’s reign, the high seas in the age of exploration. in industrial revolution london, they learned who was behind it all. they won an american war that should never have happened in the first place. in camelot, they learned more about mash; in uruk, they learned of the seven beasts, the evils of humanity. and then, finally, in the last week of 2018, after so much sacrifice, they defeated the source of the problem. the present returned to normal. they took back their future. the problems, however, only persisted. the rest of the world had to deal with their missing time, and the un no longer found chaldea trustworthy. moreover, while they were being investigated over the next year, four sub-singularities popped up and had to be dealt with, and mash was no longer operational as a servant. in the end, chaldea was sold to a mage by the name of gordolf musik. its entire staff was to be laid off and replaced by the beginning of 2020, but even that couldn’t go smoothly. gordolf had been manipulated. chaldea was attacked by 3 servants: a shockingly deceptive pink-haired woman, a priest masquerading as kirei kotomine, and a woman who radiated cold, cold, cold. chaldea’s core team--now consisting of da vinci, ritsuka, mash, sherlock holmes, and gordolf--as well as a handful of staff members barely managed to escape, only to see that the outside world was now a blank white nothingness. among the masters who had been frozen were the a team, a carefully selected team consisting of the best of the best: kadoc zemlupus, ophelia phamrsolone, hinako akuta, “scandinavia peperoncino”, beryl gut, daybit sem void, and their leader, kirschtaria wodime. in their revival, they’d made a deal with… something. now each crypter, as they’re called, has a lostbelt--an alternate timeline that should have been pruned, but wasn’t--to manage, with the ultimate goal of one of them overwriting proper human history. seven crypters. seven lostbelts. can ritsuka take back our future a second time?

personality

ritsuka is, by and large, an upbeat person. they roll with the punches and accept whatever comes their way--by this point, it’s nearly impossible to shock or faze them, with everything they’ve seen. of course, that’s not to say they don’t have feelings; the events of the last few years have deeply affected them, and they’re constantly grieving over those they’ve lost. but they can’t let that keep them down. they have a job to do--and they’re the only one who can do it--so they just have to suck it up and deal with it, and let the tears come later. while on the job, they’re quite stern and serious, but in their off-time, they can be very silly. work hard, play hard, as they say. ritsuka approaches everything with equal levels of passion, whether it’s an end of the world scenario or making a last-minute doujin for knock-off comiket.

combat information

general

ritsuka is, technically, a mage, and thus able to use magecraft. that said, they're one of the weakest mages around, with very little magical energy. most of their ability comes from mystic codes and other forms of assistance.

personal abilities

command seals - three seals formed of highly concentrated magic on the back of their right hand. these are the proof that they’re a master. they can be used to cast powerful spells or give their servants orders, and once used come back at a rate of one per day. poison resistance skill (temporary) - as part of their contract with mash kyrielight, they have a resistance to poisons & toxins, high magical energy concentrations, and certain charms. high physical capabilities - though not enough to keep up with a servant, their strength, speed, and stamina are all far above the average. berserker translation - berserkers are known for being nearly incomprehensible, and many of them are outright nonverbal, only communicating in roars or grunts. that doesn’t stop ritsuka from understanding them--not quite as if they were speaking plainly, but close to it. this extends to other characters with similar communication styles!

mystic codes

physical objects--in ritsuka's case, outfits--imbued with magecraft. she has a wide variety of them, each with its own set of skills. a full list can be found [here].

ooc information

timeline

my ritsuka follows the north american server's timeline! i myself don't actively seek out translations of chapters/events before they reach na (though i don't avoid spoilers either), so this works best for me. she is assumed to have been 16 when the game began and ages up on na's anniversary.

canon includes...

all events up to the present day are included in her canon EXCEPT for prisma codes and kogetsukan. they simply never happened. <3 agartha is technically included in her canon, but i, the bedo, did not read it and only vaguely know what happens in it.

[empressofthesunwriter]

The Queen's Gambit: The Story

The most powerful piece in chess is the queen.

When this piece joins the game of Duel Monsters anything will change.

With two dragon sisters, a magician and her descendant, the queen will take her rightful place.

As it should have been.

After nearly two years, I'm back :D I'm currently watching YGO! in Japanese, and I got the feeling back to write for it and use the Japanese dub now. It's way better than whatever 4KIDS did, so I will rewrite the chapters. ^^

Please enjoy!

Chapter 1: Happy 15th Birthday!

On the day of her 15th birthday, Sehrazat Faizan woke up like any other normal school day.

More asleep than awake and groaning.

She didn’t care that today was also her birthday, it was too early!

Why does school start this earlier?

That was inhuman!

The dark blue-haired girl put her pillow over her head.

Any minute now Kihana would storm her room and drag her out of bed. She loved her best friend, but these were times when she wished Kihana and her family would live in their own house.

…Yeah, Sehrazat didn’t think that would stop Kihana either.

There!

She heard the familiar boom of her door opening and wanted to cry.

Today was her birthday, even a special one in her family, so why couldn’t she stay at home and sleep?

Fuck, school!

“Rise and shine, your highness!”, sing-songend Kihana. She couldn’t be normal. Who was that happy, at this time?! “Today is your birthday, happy birthday my dear Sehra!”

Aww, at least this was cute.

It stopped being cute when Kihana gripped her blanket and left her in the cold morning air.

Sehrazat hissed like an angry cat and rolled herself into a ball.

Cold, way too cold!

Why were mornings so cold in Domino? How she missed the warm mornings in Lisabon!

Kihana just tutted at her.

The white-haired girl with the bluest eyes Sehrazat had ever seen was merciless.

She gripped one of Sehrazat's arms and just let her fall to the floor!

“Hey, what was that for!”, shrieked Sehrazat offended.

The floor was even colder!

Her best friend just put her hands on her waist.

She was already wearing the Domino High School Uniform, her long white hair perfectly groomed into a ponytail, decent make-up which made her blue eyes even more pop and her white porcelain skin glowing healthily.

“That’s the only way to wake you up, Sehrazat and you know it. We do this five times a week.”, reminds her Kihana.

Making a face Sehrazat stood up and had to control herself to make a worse face.

She still reached only under Kihana’s breast.

Why was her best friend tall like a supermodel and she was small like a child?

They were now the same age, so unfair!

Only Sadiye, Kihana’s younger sister, was smaller than her!

And that was because she really was a ten-year-old child.

Again, so unfair.

Pouting she followed Kihana to the dining room, where both their moms already were with little Sadiye eating breakfast.

Even if they all lived in Japan now, they still had a more wester-styled breakfast.

With pancakes, cornflakes, bacon, and eggs, you name it.

That didn’t mean none of them had tasted the local cuisine.

For example, Sehrazat loved Ramen like she was Naruto from the same named Manga, but sometimes you needed a bit of home.

They were all originally from Egpyt, but Rahila, Kihana and Sadiye’s mother, and her own mother Amira grew up in London, England.

Sehrazat’s Grandmother still lives there, like Kihana and Sadiye’s Grandparents.

Besides Rahila and Kihana, who were white-passing, all of them were black.

Sadiye was the first to note them.

“Happy Birthday, Sehra!”, shouted the ten-year-old, which gripped the attention of the two older women.

Her mother smiled and stood up from her seat.

She opened her arms for her.

“Good morning, my little princess, and happy, happy birthday!”

Still tired Sehrazat let herself fall into her mother’s embrace.

Ah, nothing to raise her spirits like her mama’s hugs!

Mama was warm and smelled, like always after jasmine and sandalwood. Comforting and homey.

“Happy Birthday, Your Highness. Now you are finally 15.”, said Rahila to her and Sehrazat felt how her head was patted.

“Thanks aunty Rahila.”

They all sit down at the table and Amira signs wistfully.

“15 years already…I can’t believe time flew so fast. It was like yesterday you were this tiny and I could pick up you whenever I wanted.”

“She still IS tiny!”, joked Sadiye and grinned at her.

Sehrazat looked at her angrily and bit into her pancake.

Kihana tutted her little sister, who shrugged her shoulders.

Sadly it was true.

Didn’t mean like Sehrazat liked to hear that.

“And you can still pick her up Amira.”, reminded Rahila.

Thanks, Aunty!

Sehrazat bit harder into her pancake.

“You know what I mean.”, said Amira and then turned to her daughter. “Don’t forget, today IS a special birthday. Now you will be the Keeper.”

It took Sehrazat any amount of strength to not roll her eyes.

Ah, yes, she became now the Keeper of the mysterious Millennium Fragment which had her family since the times of the great pharaohs.

She never even saw that thing, because her mother kept it in a little golden box with Hieroglyphs written on it.

But nearly anyone treated it like it was something sacred.

Holy!

The dark blue-haired girl thought personally that it was too much.

It was just some jewellery.

Yes, it is really old jewellery, however still jewellery.

There was nothing special about it.

Or let’s say better she didn’t want to believe the stories her mother and grandmother told her.

They were just too crazy!

/*/

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEHRA-CHAN!”

Sehrazat and Kihana flinched at the loud shout and the birthday girl couldn’t even look as fast, as Maja, the third in their friend group, launched herself at her, hugging her tight.

The blue-haired girl couldn’t even respond, since Maja’s hug was so strong that it squeezed the air out of her lungs.

“Maja-Chan, let Sehra breath, she is turning blue!”, came Kihana to her rescue.

The brown-haired girl let her go with ups, yet Sehrazat fell nearly on the ground if Kihana and Maja didn’t catch her.

“I’m so sorry, Sehra-Chan!”, whined Maja, while Kihana checked on her.

Sehrazat just made a thumbs-up.

She could feel how nearly everyone in the schoolyard was looking at them.

Like always.

Maja was consistently over the top with her affection, but that’s why she and Kihana loved the other black girl.

The three were a bit infamous in Domino High, the only black girls, even if Kihana was white-passing and Maja half-Japanese and their morning routine got them even more attention.

After Sehrazat could breathe again, Maja handed her a little gift box.

“Here is your birthday present, my dear Sehra-Chan. I hope you like it!”

“Thanks, Maja, that’s so nice of you.”, told her Sehrazat smiling.

Maja grinnend and rubbed her nose.

Kihana looked on as she unwrapped her gift.

A small gasp left her lips.

“Dark Magician Girl and Magical Hats! I searched for them everywhere, where did you find them?!”, shouted the birthday girl happily.

How long she had wanted these two cards for her deck of Duel Monster? She couldn’t remember and Maja found them and gifted them to her.

“Aww, makes me happy you are so happy! I found them in a cute little card shop named Kame Shop. The old grandpa who owns it was nice and he has a lot of good cards.”, explained Maja, rocking back and forth with her hands behind her back.

“We need to totally visit it!”, decides Sehrazat.

Maja raised a fist in the air and shouted a loud Yeah!

“But not today.”, came Kihana, the voice of reason in their group. “You know how important your 15th birthday is Sehra. Our moms expect us back after school, no improvised trips.”

Both Sehrazat and Maja let out a gloomy sound and slouched over.

Sadly Kihana was right.

The brunette was the first to gather herself.

“Is this again some of your guys’ weird family tradition? Reminds me of my Obaa-Chan and her demand that we always have Mochi after dinner.”, said Maja.

“Eh, you could say.”, answered Sehrazat.

It was forbidden to tell outsiders about their family affairs, even if Sehrazat didn’t believe one bit and would like to tell Maja, that she respected this rule.

Also, Kihana was there and would give her a headbutt if she told a thing.

Other than her Kihana believes this shit.

Sehrazat wonders sometimes if she was the weird one in her family or if the others were all the weird ones.

Stupid ancient jewellery and its stupid ancient legend around it.

It was then that the school clock sounded, meaning it was time to get to their classroom.

The three girl pals hocked their arms with each other and followed the long line of their school- and classmates into the building.

/*/

The school day was too fast over in Sehrazat's eyes.

Normally she would be happy, but she wondered what would her await home.

She doesn’t want to participate in that superstition of her family, yet she doesn’t have a choice.

So she had to say goodbye to Maja and follow Kihana home.

Arrived there her mother reminded her that they would go out for dinner today and then the ceremony would take place.

So she had to dress nicely.

Her mother had bought her a pretty white dress, with it she should wear her best golden jewellery.

After a shower and dressing up Sehrazat had to let out a sign.

She looked like a modern version of an ancient Egyptian princess…she really hoped no one she knew saw her like this.

Well, at least she wasn’t the only one.

Her mother looked like a modern Egyptian queen, while Aunty Rahila, Kihana, and Sadiye looked like priestesses.

Besides her, little Sadiye whined to Rahila that she wanted to wear her favourite red dress, she knew the stories too, but she seemed only to half believe them.

Yet Rahila didn’t give her a choice and so not only Sadiye pouted, Sehrazat did it too.

Her mother tutted her and so she tried to smile.

At least they would eat well before the whole weird shit happened.

Since Sehrazat’s favourite food was Pasta, they would eat out in the best Italian restaurant in Domino.

The food, of course, was delicious and as her birthday cake came out, made out of chocolate and vanilla and everyone in the restaurant sang happy birthday to her, the birthday girl forgot for a second what would await her home.

Then it was time for her presents.

From Rahila she got the new CD from her favorite J-Pop Idol Mimi Kawaii! It was even a special edition, with an autograph and an exclusive poster.

From Sadiye she got a self-drawn book, with drawings of her and Sadiye having adventures together.

Also, she gifted her a Kuriboh card, which was adorable since Sadiye used her own money to buy it. Everyone cooed at her.

From Kihana, who had a passion for sewing, she got a self-made bag with a large D and M on it for Duel Monster and a new card holder.

From her mama, she got a new dress in her favourite colour gold which sparkled like the sun, with fitting shoes new earrings, and a necklace.

Her granny had sent her money, which her mother gave her.

Sehrazat already knew she would buy some new Duel Monsters cards from it.

All in all an awesome birthday.

If it wasn’t for one thing remaining.

/*/

“Long ago when the pyramids were still young, the great pharaohs played a game filled with obscure magic. These were the Shadow Games. But these Shadow Games erupted into a war that threatened to destroy the entire world. Until a brave and powerful pharaoh locked the magic away, imprisoning it within the mystical Millennium Items. His name we don’t know, he is only known as the Nameless Pharaoh.”, told Amira the story Sehrazat had heard 100 times or so.

She had to keep herself from yawing.

This was important.

Oh well, for her mama.

She just wanted to get over it.

They were back home.

Currently in their dining room where now the table and chairs were missing and a little altar was placed.

On it was a statue of the goddess Isis, lotus blossoms and the famous golden box of her mother.

Rahila with her daughters stood at the side, and beside Sadiye who seemed to wish to be somewhere else, listened to Amira's words.

Amira stood beside the altar and Sehrazat was standing before her.

God, it sounds like they had a cult meeting or something similar.

People would call them crazy if they saw them.

Thankful the curtains on the window were closed and the room was illuminated by a lot of candles.

“The Nameless Pharaoh had a wife. This wife born our ancestor, the founder of the Faizan family.”, continues Amira. “The great queen gave her daughter a duty which we fulfil to this day.

She gave us the 8th Millennium Item, the Fragment, which belonged only to the queens of Egypt. Sehrazat.”

Oh, dear.

She looked at her mother, who had raised her hands like a prayer, which made this even more sound like a cult meeting and tried to stay impassive.

Even if she just wanted to go to bed.

“Sehrazat, my dear daughter. For thousands of years, we have protected the Millennium Fragment from outer forces who want to use its power for evil. From mother to daughter, when reached the age of 15 the keepsake gets passed down. Now it’s your turn.”

Amira took the golden box in her hands and Sehrazat nearly forgot to hold her hands open, so her mother could place the box in them.

“You will keep it safe till it’s your turn to pass it down to your daughter or when the time will come that its power is needed again, then the great queen, our ancestor, said one day the world would need it again the power of the Millenium Fragment. Fulfil your duty to our family, our bloodline, as all the other daughters before you.”

“I will, Mother.”, she responded and stared at the box which was now hers.

So that was it?

Yeah, of course, nothing strange happened.

It was just a box with jewellery.

Nothing more.

At least this ceremony was over now.

/*/

Sehrazat was freshly showered and wearing her PJs as she retired to her room for the night.

Yawning she closed the door after her.

Well, this birthday was over, she got cool gifts, had an awesome time with her family, ate well and now was the Keeper of a shiny little box.

The Box with the Millenium Item was sitting on her Vanity Mirror where she had it placed before taking her shower.

She frowned at the thing.

Till she had a daughter and she was 15, she had to keep an eye on it. Yeah, she could imagine more fun activities.

Stupid family tradition.

The blue-haired girl bet some of her ancestors got conned with this thing and the story, making anybody believe it to this day.

Well, she surely wouldn’t.

Mumbling to herself about stupid shiny boxes, she sat down on her bed and reached for her deck.

She wanted to put the new cards in it and then in the cardholder, Kihana had made for her.

Just…something was bugging her.

She couldn’t explain it.

It was something in the depths of her mind. Something like a whisper.

Something deep in herself told her to look at what was in the box.

Frowning she placed her deck on her bedside table and took the shiny box from the Vanity Mirror to her bed.

She crossed her arms and sat before it.

“So, now what? Stupid shiny old box, what is so special about you?”, she said to herself.

Meanwhile, a storm was forming with lightning and thunder, and howling wind.

The blue-haired girl took the box in her hand and opened it.

There laid this Millennium Fragment.

It was golden, tear-dropped formed with a big eye of Horus staring right into her soul.

She admitted it looked really…ancient.

And the eye was creeping her out.

“So you are the Millenium Fragment, heh?”, was she really talking to jewelry? What had gotten into her? “What is so special about you?”

To demonstrate, she and anybody else Sehrazat decide to break the rule about not wearing the jewellery.

It was just a story.

She took it out of the box.

It was just a story.

The box was placed on her bed.

It was just a story.

Lighting illuminated its surface and reflected on it ominously.

It was just a story!

Sehrazat took all her courage and put it on.

Her heart beat so fast, that she could feel and hear it.

Sweat has broken out on her body, but it was done.

The Millenium Fragment hung now from her throat.

The storm outside got more intense.

“Heh, that’s it?”, she said with a wobbly voice. “It’s really just-“

The teenager couldn’t even end her sentence as some kind of energy flowed through her being.

A golden eye appeared on her forehead and she threw her head back in a silent scream.

If someone saw this he wouldn’t believe his eyes, but the girl seemed to grow taller, her body taking more womanly curves, her hair reaching her bottom and her eyes becoming shaper.

Her mouth closed and she slowly put her head again forward.

She blinked her eyes a few times and raised an elegant eyebrow as she looked around the room.

“Well, this…this is surprising.”, Sehrazat or not said in a melodious sinful voice who belonged to a woman and not a young girl.

She raised her hand to look at it, studying it.

“Really surprising.”

Next

[thelocalmuffin]

ginasusa with 15?

Prompt 15: Passionate Kiss

~650 words

DGS2 spoilers

Japan…

Gina never thought she’d ever be able to leave London, but now she’s across the world to visit her partner at her own home. Across the world, no less! Thankfully, Lord van Zieks had allowed her to tag along with everyone else on this trip. He’s been a great mentor and though he cannot replace the Boss, he is pretty decent. 

The boat ride wasn’t great. She kept getting seasick and the storms were hard to deal with. It was also hard to keep Toby quiet if he got too nervous, but he's calmed down since they've gotten closer.

As the boat comes to shore, a blaring horn echoing the shores of the dawn, he glances down to see some familiar faces. There’s ‘Oddo, an older man that Gina’s convinced she’s seen before, and Sooze.

Sooze…

She’s still as stunning as ever. Today, she's got her hair in a ponytail wearing a bright blue kimono with flowers. Even when she’s not in her usual outfit, she’s breathtaking. 

All of them are looking up at the boat with wonder as everyone docks. 

‘Sogi is the first one off, bolting into ‘Oddo’s frame with a tight hug. She’s not sure if that’s common here in Japan, but their embrace is very tight, even for two fellas that are just supposed to be friends. After he pulls away, the old man gives him a quick hug. Sooze and him bow to each other with a gentle smile.

She sees her own opportunity. Thankfully, there aren’t a lot of passengers to wait behind, so she’s the next one down. Toby follows, wagging his little tail. ‘Sogi waves her over to the group. She gives a quick wave to ‘Oddo and says hello to the older man like she knows the guy, but her attention goes straight to Sooze.

With a bright smile, she opens her arms wide. Gina rushes into them as Sooze spins her around in place, the two laughing in relief. As she stops spinning, Susato leans forward and presses her lips on Gina’s own. The sweet taste of green tea still lingers on her lips, pressing herself closer in the embrace.Gina’s stunned at Susato’s bold gesture, but she leans in, wrapping her arms around Susato’s shoulders, reciprocating the kiss with a fiery passion. 

Someone clears their throat before the two freeze, glancing over at everyone. The two quickly pull away, stepping a bit away from each other. From what Gina can see, no one is responding poorly, which is a relief. Most of them just look exhausted, especially when Albert yawns again. The only person who looks absolutely ecstatic is Iris, who has her hands clasped with a beaming smile on her face.

The older man nods, “Sorry about that, Susato. We just have a lot to do today.

“Oh, yes. Sorry about that, Father.” Susato blushes, looking down. “I forgot we had a tight schedule.”

“Ah, young love.” Mr. Sholmes notes with a smile. “Well, shall we be off then?”

“Yes, we best be off.” Sooze’s father nods at the detective. “Shall we?”

The crowd begins their departure from the docks, chattering about the plans and the sights they want to see. Gina stays behind with a now very flushed Sooze. 

“I’m very sorry for being so bold. I missed you, Gina.” Sooze smiles, placing her down. “I’ve been waiting for this day since you told us you would be coming with everyone.”

“Oi, I missed ya too. No need ter say sorry.” Gina chuckles, picking up Toby. “Yer said yer gotta lot o' places ter show me?”

“I do. Come, let’s go.” Susato offers her hand as Gina grips it. The two follow behind everyone else, merging into the crowd.

Gina was already pretty ecstatic about this trip, and now that she knows for sure that her feelings have been reciprocated, she’s a lot more intrigued of what will unfold.

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[le0watch]

langa grimaces as he steps out of his carriage, shoes chuffing against the pavement ground. the sounds of downtown london fills his ears, ranging from the chitchat of workers and civilians to the clomping of horse's hooves on the streets. it's raining today- of course it has to be raining. why wouldn't it be on his already least favorite day of the week?

his servant steadily holds an umbrella over his and his mother's heads to keep the raindrops from drenching them. he, of course, isnt saved from getting wet, but this is his job. langa will just make sure to pay him extra for his work this month, and make sure that he doesn't catch a cold from the cool breezes brushing by.

today, he and his mother are visiting the busy streets of london per her request. since langa's father died and the large erikson heritage was passed down to langa, shes been asking him for numerous favors, including this weekly walk through the busy, muggy streets of london.

now, langa doesn't hate the people or the peasants or whatever you want to call them. he's just not a fan of the constant rain and loud chatter of said people around him. they're all incredibly loud and irritating, and sometimes he'd like them to be quiet while he and his mother are there. but that's not the point of their trips. his mother came from poverty before langa's father had found her and fallen for her, before he'd proposed to her. moving from japan to england during this time had given his mother a horrible disadvantage against any of the nobility or even white people of the lower classes.

but his father had been infatuated with her, and she became infatuated by him. they married for love, a rare occurence these days. then, they'd had him, and he loved his large home and the days he spent with his mother in the garden or the days he went with his father to the various horse stables they owned.

he can't visit the stables with his father anymore, however. because his father died a year ago, leaving their large fortune on the shoulders of langa, barely old enough to chose what happens with that wealth.

he insists in private that his mother make mistakes of the financial decisions, since he's still in the process of learning his family's buisness. she agreed to do it, in exchange for trips to the busy streets of london, where they could make donations to small charities or poor families that need the help.

honestly, it's a win win situation for langa. he doesn't have to fully handle the responsibilities of his family's fortune, and he has always wanted to help the poor, like his father. because when his father was living, he would hold monthly giveaways of some of their stables' foals to the poorest of the city.

other families of nobility often turned their noses up at what langa's father did for the poor, not that his father ever cared.

that's what probably got him killed.

"where shall we visit first, mother?" langa asks, holding his arm out for her take. she loops her arm through his, smiling up at him for his manners.

"i was thinking the orphanage down the road," she replies as they begin to walk. their servant- kaoru, langa's favorite servant and teacher- follows close behind to keep the umbrella over their heads the entire time. he wants to tell kaoru that he could cover himself with his own umbrella, but he already knows that he would be denied. kaoru has always been very serious about his job.

"as you wish," he says with a small smile.

their visit to the orphanage is longer than they'd originally intended. the owner of the orphanage needed help moving some heavier objects and boxes, and so langa had stepped in. she was instantly grateful to him, and only became moreso when he handed her a large wad of cash.

"thank you so much, mister erikson," she said, bowing low to him. his mother was in the background, entertaining the children. "are you sure there's no way we can repay you?"

"you can by taking care of the sick children here," langa replied, and she nodded eagerly.

they'd left soon afterwards, kaoru waiting outside for them. his long, pink hair is pulled back in a ponytail today, and he's wearing his favorite kamino. he was also born in japan, like his mother, and had been a friend of hers before she'd moved here. he moved not long after her, and she hired him as their servant and langa's tutor. he's been around for as long as langa could remember.

suddenly, there's a flash of red ahead of them, and a kid- not of the orphanage- rams into his side, knocking them both over in the process. langa hits the muddy ground with a grunt, before the kid is apologizing profusely, bowing his head continuously. he's in scrappy clothes, and is soaked to the bone.

"it's fine," langa tells him, and the kid relaxes. "don't worry about it." he wipes the mud from his shirt as kaoru helps him stand, and his mother hurries over to look him over. they're all soaked at this point.

"sorry again!" the kid exclaims, before running off.

with langa's donation wallet in hand.

normally, langa wouldnt bat an eye at stolen money. his family's wealth is nearly endless. but that's the money he's using for his trip with his mom today- and he doesn't have anything extra. he doesn't want to cut this trip short- his mom loves it too much.

he takes off after the kid without much thought, ignoring the calls from his mother and servant. the kid lets out a loud laugh once he notices he's being chased, before two more kids that look identical to him fall in step behind him. langa's eyes widen- they have this thought out.

they end up running through twisting alleyways, and langa is hardly keeping up. every time he gets close, they duck away or slide around another corner, throwing him off. he grits his teeth together, lungs beginning to burn from the exertion.

the kids run across a crowded street, easily weaving through its crowded traffick. langa skids you a stop just before crossing, before giving chase once more. he reaches a hand out, about to grab one of the buggers- when they suddenly leap at a building's front, scaling its side like a ladder. he stops in his tracks, gaping as they reach the roof, pointing at his with laughter.

he's so busy gaping, he doesn't even notice he's still standing in the middle of busy traffick until a coachman is shouting at him to move, with the horses screeching with terror. his heart stops beating- oh god, he's about to die like his father had, leaving his mom all alone. he already knows he won't be able to move in time.

but then something- or rather, someone- crashes into his back, knocking him to safer ground instantly. the horses and carriage roar past where he'd just been, and he pants on the ground, the person who'd saved his life still over him.

"wow- you nearly died," the person- man- above him says between pants, finally peeling away from him. langa pushes up with shaking arms, bruises and scrapes burning at his skin. geez, kaoru is going to kill him- he ripped his pants. he then looks up at his savior, and all thoughts leave his mind.

the most gorgeous man he's ever seen sits in front of him, soaked curly hair still a brilliant shade of bright red, poking out from the under side of a grey ball cap. his eyes are a beautiful honey amber, shining with mischief and a kind soul. his tan skin is peppered with freckles, along the cheeks on his face and his shoulders and forearms. he has a crooked grin as bright as the sun- making langa almost believe that it had stopped raining and the clouds had opened up. he's wearing a thin and torn short sleeved shirt, a pair of suspenders over his shoulders keeping his pair of black pants up.

lord have mercy on langa's soul. he's already fallen for the stranger that had saved his life. it didn't even matter that he was a man. langa could feel his heart thudding in his chest, and heat gathering in his cheeks. he can't even respond. luckily, the man- around his age- does it for him.

"lucky i was there to save your ass, huh?" he says with a bright chuckle. he has the same accent as his mother's and kaoru's, with a similar facial structure to both. he must be from japan too, then. langa opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and the redhead's grin only widens. he reaches a hand out, wiping a splotch of mud from langa's paper white cheek. the heat in langa's cheeks worsens. the redhead then looks up at the roof where the kids are still perched at, watching with wide eyes. "they took something of yours, huh?"

"y- yeah," langa replies shakily, wanting to hit himself for sounding so pathetically like a schoolgirl with a crush. the guy doesnt seem to take notice- either that, or he doesn't point it out.

"right. be right back," the redhead says, before slipping past langa and leaping onto the side of the building. the kids at the top screech with surprise, before disappearing just as the redhead reaches the top, leaping over while calling, "tom, rick, toby- get your asses back here!"

horrifyingly, the kids leap from one rooftop to the next, somehow not slipping and falling off the edge. and even more horrifyingly, the redhead follows with amazing grace, landing perfectly, grabbing to of the kid's by their shoudlers. the third stops, dropping his head like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"right. which of you have it," the redhead asks, loud enough for langa to hear. langa is surprised by the strength the redhead has- he's able to lift two children clear off the ground without much effort. his arms aren't shaking or wavering at all! the kids don't answer, pouting. "don't make me talk to your mum about this-"

"toby has it!" two of the kids cry out at the same time, and the third glares at them both with betrayal.

the redhead sets the two kids he's holding back down, and holds his hand out expectantly. the kid- toby- pouts some more before relunctantly dropping langa's wallet into the redhead's hand.

"thank you very much," the redhead says, pocketing langa's wallet. he points at each kid individually. "i catch you three stealing from nice men like him again, and i'll stop bringing home candy for you after work."

"no!" all three kids cry at once. the redhead tuts.

"right. don't do it again," he says firmly, before shooing the triplets away.

the redhead then slides down the side of the building, hit the wet ground with a splash. langa watches with disbelief as he casually saunters over, handing him his wallet back once he's reached him.

"sorry about them," the redhead says. "they live with just their mother, so they take to stealing to help her out occasionally. they shouldn't bug you again." he chuckles. "but if you ever need eyes and ears around london- hire those three. they're amazing at snooping."

langa clears his throat, forcing himself to stop staring at the redhead's pretty face as if he was in a trance. he slides his wallet into his suit pocket yo make sure it's not stolen again.

"thank you," he says, gratefully bowing his head. "i appreciate your help- what was your name?"

"reki kyan," the redhead replies with pride. "i work on the train tracks and take care of the kids around these parts best i can."

"well, mister kyan, you're amazing," langa tells him, surprising himself with his boldness. reki's eyes widen, and his eyes dart away quickly. langa then holds a hand out to him, the other behind his back. "my name is langa erikson. it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

reki chuckles awkwardly, scratching at the back of his head. "pleasure's all mine," he replied, and shakes langa's offered hand. "you can call me reki, by the way."

"then you may call me langa, reki," he responds graciously. reki averts his eyes again as they release each other's hands. "is there some way i can repay you?"

"don't worry about it!" reki says quickly, throwing his hands up. oh, he's wearing a pair of thick, black gloves, langa has just realized. and his biceps are absolutely huge with muscles- probably from working on tracks all day. "just don't get those boys in trouble. they mean well for their mum."

"wouldnt even dream of getting them in trouble," langa replies lightly. then he frowns. he doesn't want to go home and never see this sunny man ever again. he's a delight to look at- ruby red hair and honey amber eyes with a sunshine smile. it would be a shame to never seen him again. "though, i must insist on repaying you." he has a brilliant idea of doing just that, too.

reki shakes his head again, desperatly. "no, really, there's no need-"

"why don't you come and stay at my home, so that i may repay you with dinner?" langa says smoothly, once more surprising himself with his boldness. he's basically asking this man to live with him and have multiple dates with him. hopefully, the redhead doesn't realize that, yet, since gay relationships are frowned upon. but perhaps- later on. "you may stay in one of my rooms, take off from your job, and have warm and fresh meals everyday."

reki's eyes widen significantly, his jaws snapping shut. oh no, maybe langa was laying too much on him at once. "i- uh-"

"please, it would mean the world to me in repaying you this way," langa says, to further convince him. "and it would be a small exchange to you after saving my life."

the redhead scratches at the back of his head again, and langa can't help but stare at the way his bicep moves to complete the action. lord have mercy, reki was good looking. he's always tried to repress his gay feelings and desires, but this ripped train track worker with burning red hair is destroying all of his effort in one foul swoop.

finally, reki lets out a heavy sigh of defeat, lowering both of his arms. "you won't be happy unless i accept?" he asks, and when langa nods eagerly, he lets out another sigh, shutting his eyes. "okay, i will. i'll try not to be too much of an issue while i stay-"

langa cuts him off by catching one of his gloved hands in his, holding it up between them. he offers the redhead a small smile, excitement rolling in his gut. "you could be no trouble at all," langa insists, and reki draws back a little, and is that a tin of red coloring his freckled cheeks. langa sure hopes it is.

and that's how langa takes home a gorgeous redhead, who had in fact, saved his life.

[pocket-luv101]

Summary: Kuro becomes jealous when his twin, Sloth, flirts with Mahiru at school. (KuroMahi, University AU)

“Licht and I will be working with Professor Alicein on the contest application this Sunday. Can you distract Hyde so he won’t try to prank Licht while we’re working? I love your family but Hyde can be immature.” Mahiru told Kuro. They sat on the couch with Mahiru’s legs draped over Kuro’s lap. He worked on his laptop and he enjoyed the way Kuro would massage his leg as he watched the television.

“I lived with Hyde and I know how troublesome he is very well. When we were kids, he wanted to climb Big Ben and re-enact that scene from Peter Pan. It took me ages to drag him away.” He laughed as he imagined the scene Kuro described. He loved hearing stories of his childhood in London and he hoped they could visit the country after they graduate.

Kuro transferred to his university a few years ago and he was matched to be housed with Mahiru’s family. Mahiru helped him adjust to a new country with a different language. After they lived together for a while, they started dating. At first, Mahiru feared the change in their relationship would be complicated but it felt natural for both of them.

He set aside the remote control so he could hold Mahiru. He slipped his arms around him and he pulled him onto his lap until he could rest his chin on his soft hair. Kuro was more physically affectionate than Mahiru expected yet he didn’t mind when they could be close. “I’ll force Hyde to come over and play video games with me so he won’t bother you. Do I get a reward though?”

“Let me think about it.” He said and he hummed thoughtfully. He wore a mischievous grin and Kuro was tempted to kiss his lips. Mahiru set aside his laptop and he then he wrapped his arms around his neck. He played with his hair and then he tied it back into a simple ponytail. “It’s hot so we can go out for ice cream and then relax in the park.”

“Can I negotiate that to just ice cream at home? The park doesn’t have AC like our house does.” Kuro leaned down to kiss his hair and further persuade him to agree with him. Mahiru could read his thoughts but he didn’t try to stop him. Instead, he tilted his head back and waited for his kiss.

A knock at the door interrupted them. They weren’t expecting anyone to visit them and Mahiru wondered if Licht came to speak with him about the contest. He slid off Kuro’s lap and he walked across the living room to answer the door. The person on the other side shocked Mahiru and he could hear Kuro gasp behind him.

A man who resembled Kuro stood in front of Mahiru. The main difference he could see between the two was how he had black hair rather than light blue. He was still trying to make sense of the familiar stranger before him and he couldn’t stop him from pushing his way into his house. He placed his arm around Mahiru’s waist and he pulled him into the room.

“You must be Mahiru. I heard a lot about you from Gear. It’s a shame that my brother couldn’t be the one to tell his twin that he found a housewife.” He leaned far too close to him and Mahiru pushed on his shoulder so he would let him go. He was grateful for Kuro’s help as he took the man’s wrist. “Oh dear, why do you look so angry, Kuro?”

“You’re the one who’s still holding a grudge, Sloth. Don’t involve Mahiru in it.” Kuro said and his voice was flat. As indifferent as his voice sounded to others, Mahiru could hear a mix of emotions within it. He looked between the two brothers and the air became tense around them. Mahiru stood next to Kuro and he gently took his hand into his. He squeezed his fingers in return but he didn’t take his eyes off Sloth. “I thought you were transferring to a different city in Japan.”

“That’s still the plan but my program won’t start until the second week of next month. Gear is such a cruel man for refusing to open his home to me. I thought he forgave me for scratching up that doll Youtarou made. It was an accident and I apologized properly.” He sounded far from sincere as he jumped onto the couch and he stretched his arms over his head. “I was hoping to stay with my generous twin brother.”

“This is Mahiru’s house. I don’t want you to cause trouble for him. Have you tried going to Wrath’s farm or Lily’s place?” Kuro suggested and Mahiru had to note that Wrath and Lily lived outside of the city. He was an only child but he knew how family could be complicated. Mahiru could see the pain and regret in Kuro’s red eyes. What had caused a rift between the twins?

Mahiru didn’t know if it was his place to involve himself in their family issues but then he saw Kuro’s strained expression. He stepped forward to face Sloth without letting go of Kuro’s hands. “You’re Kuro’s family so I don’t mind opening my home to you. The only condition is that you help with chores and cooking while you’re staying with us.”

“Gear was right when he said you found someone who’s too kind for his own good.” Sloth looked over Mahiru’s head to grin at Kuro behind him. “You should stay by his side and protect him so no one will take advantage of that.”

“Sloth, I won’t let you do anything to Kuro while you’re here. I’ll call Gear to force him to take you back to his home.” Mahiru warned and his firm tone intrigued Sloth. His soft features made him believe that he was a delicate person yet he was stronger than he expected. “You can stay in Kuro’s room and Kuro can share my bed. Make yourself at home while I get extra pillows.”

“Kuro, are you angry that I let Sloth stay with us?” Mahiru whispered to Kuro while they laid in his bed. The room was dark but Mahiru was able to see his face clearly and he lifted his hand to cup his cheek. In return, Kuro placed his hand over his fingers and squeezed them tenderly. “I should’ve talked with you about making the decision.”

“It’s okay, Mahiru.” He reassured him. His hands moved to stroke his soft hair and he leaned into his touch. Kuro didn’t want his brother to stay with them because he was worried for Mahiru’s safety. He trusted his strength but he could be far too trusting. “Please be careful around Sloth. He can be violent and I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“You told me a little of what happened between you and your other siblings. Hyde was angry with you for a long time but you two were able to work things out recently.” Kuro wondered if Mahiru realized that the only reason he was able to mend his relationship with Hyde was due to his support. Mahiru looked up at him and said, “Maybe you can do the same with Sloth. It hurts to lose your family.”

“I’ll try but I can’t make any promises.” Kuro relented. He knew how important family was to Mahiru and he missed his twin despite their past. He rose onto his elbow so he could lean over him and he kissed his temple. Since they both had fractured families, they both longed for a warm home. He found that within Mahiru’s arms. “My brother interrupted us so we never finished negotiating that ice cream date.”

There was a loud thud on the wall over their head and Kuro instinctively placed his hand over Mahiru’s head to protect him. He quickly realized that the noise was caused by Sloth knocking on the wall between their rooms. Kuro kept one arm around Mahiru’s waist as he lifted his other hand to knock on the wall. “We’re trying to sleep in here.”

“You’re the one who’s been whispering all night. Speak a little louder so I can hear you.” Sloth’s voice was slightly muffled by the distance. Kuro hoped he was being truthful and he couldn’t hear their earlier conversation. “Are you two talking about me? Maybe I should come over.”

“I thought I told you two that you shouldn’t fight. I have work and classes tomorrow so I need to get up early.” Mahiru said and Kuro quickly fell quiet. He was a teacher’s assistant and he would often help Mikuni organize his classes. Kuro knew how important the job was for Mahiru to become a teacher like he dreamed.

Mahiru’s happiness was more important to him than his anger with his twin. He hugged him against his chest and he rolled in their bed until he was laying on his chest. Kuro whispered into his hair, “Goodnight. One good thing about my brother staying is that I can sleep with you every night.”

“I’ll set everything up for the presentation while you finish printing out the syllabus, Prof. I have the login information for the computer and projection already.” Mahiru told Mikuni as they walked into the building. He had an armload of files and he wished that Kuro was with them. He wouldn’t ask him to carry his things but he liked simply walking and talking with him.

While they attended the same university, Kuro was enrolled in a different program and he rarely attended his classes. The professors never took attendance except for midterms and finals so skipping classes didn’t affect his score. Most people would be surprised by how intelligent Kuro was. Mahiru felt a little proud that he knew the different sides to Kuro such as his kindness and loyalty.

“I can’t believe JeJe ditched me with all this work when he’s supposed to be my main assistant. I’m going to give him ten times the work once he’s back.” Mikuni grinned and Mahiru shook his head with a small laugh. He knew that Mikuni missed JeJe but he wouldn’t admit it to himself— let alone someone else. He took out a key from his pocket and he handed it to Mahiru. “Here.”

“Thanks.” Mahiru nodded to him as he took the keys and then he walked to the classroom. He shifted the papers into one arm so he could unlock the door and enter the room. He turned on the lights and he was shocked to find someone sleeping in the front row. Why was the student inside the room without a professor? He set down his bag on the podium and then he walked to the student.

He noticed that the man wore a jacket that was similar to Kuro’s with its fur lining around the hood. His eyes widened when he realized that it was the same jacket he often wore. Mahiru placed his hand on the student’s shoulder and he lightly shook him awake. The person yawned and he looked up at him with familiar red eyes.

At first glance, the man appeared to be Kuro but Mahiru was certain he would’ve texted him if he went to class. He took out his phone to check if he missed a text from him. Before he could, a hand gently took his wrist and pulled him closer until his hip hit the desk. “My class was boring and I fell asleep. My neck hurts so please give this poor kitty a massage.”

The lazy drawl in his voice was almost the same as Kuro’s yet Mahiru felt as if there was something different about him. He peered closer at the man and he found streaks of black in his light hair. Mahiru pulled his wrist from his grip. “Is that you, Sloth? Did you dye your hair and stole one of Kuro’s jackets just to play this trick on me? You shouldn’t be here so you have to go home.”

“You figured it out faster than I thought you would.” Sloth pouted at him and he returned to his previous demeanour. He rested his chin on his hand and he gave him a lazy grin. “We’re twins so people are rarely able to tell us apart when we dress up like each other. How did you know?”

“Kuro wears his hood while sleeping on the desk because it blocks out the light. You didn’t.” Mahiru explained. They had lived together for three years and he knew his habits well. He only wished that he knew what caused the rift between Kuro and Sloth so he could help the family. He couldn’t pry in their personal matters and he reminded himself that Kuro would tell him when he was ready.

“So, Kuro has finally found someone who accepts him. That doesn’t give him a reason to throw me away when I was the first person who did so.” He mumbled the words and Mahiru doubted he meant for him to hear him. Perhaps Sloth wanted to restore the friendship he had with his brother as well.

“Kuro has trouble expressing his feelings but I know he loves his siblings. He does things without telling people his motivation because he thinks that would spare their feelings or protect them. He would rather you hate him then be in danger. That’s why Hyde hated him for years.” Sloth was surprised that Kuro would’ve told Mahiru about their family’s past.

Mahiru sat next to him and he continued, “They’ve talked since then and they’re both in a better place. I have seen Kuro change and you must be a different person as well. You two should try to get to know the new people you are. I’m sure you’ll be able to forgive each other for anything that happened in the past. However, that will only happen if you two talk.”

Sloth didn’t respond but his brows furrowed slightly as he thought over his advice. Mahiru hoped that meant he cared and he wanted to be Kuro’s twin again. “I called Youtarou this morning and he said Gear never kicked you out. You lied so you could see Kuro again. It’s not good to lie to your brother so talk to him when you get home. I’m going to ask him if he did.”

“I thought you were just Kuro’s cute housewife but you’re actually a pushy person.” Sloth was intrigued by Mahiru but he doubted he could push his luck with him. He watched them interact over the past few days and it was easy to see how faithful they were to each other. Also, Kuro was protective of his boyfriend.

“Please be careful on your way back. I have to get back to work now.” Mahiru stood from his chair and he pointed towards the head of the classroom. He paused for a moment and said, “I’m a little curious. You and Kuro are twins but your hair colours are different. Did you dye your hair or Kuro?”

“I can take off my pants for you to check if the hair matches.” He chuckled.

“Oh, in that case, I already know that Kuro doesn’t dye his hair.” Mahiru said and there was a knowing grin on his lips. He walked to the door and he opened it for Sloth to leave. “You should go back home before Kuro starts to worry where you are. I’ll text him that you’re on your way back.”

Mahiru placed his hand on the doorknob and he was confused when the door flew open. With his hand on the door, he was pulled forward as well and he crashed into the person on the other side. He looked up and he found Kuro holding him. He was breathing heavily and he knew that he must’ve ran to campus from their apartment. Kuro cupped his face, gently ran his thumb over his cheek and worry clouded his red eyes.

“Hyde called me. He said that he saw Sloth on campus and he was asking the other TAs about you. Did he try to hurt or trick you?” He asked and Mahiru shook his head. Kuro let out a breath of relief that he didn’t realize he was holding. He would’ve felt guilty if his past led to Mahiru being hurt. He gathered him into his arms and he rested his cheek against the top of his head. Mahiru’s body was warm and he fit perfectly in his arms. “I love you.”

“Aren’t you two a cute couple?” Sloth’s voice interrupted the moment. Kuro had been focused on Mahiru and he didn’t realize that his brother was in the room. His embrace became a little tighter around Mahiru, as if to protect him. Sloth noticed the subtle gesture and he wondered how much Mahiru had changed Kuro. He walked to them and he patted his brother’s shoulder. “Mahiru was right about you. I’ll see you two at home.”

[tkc-info]

Matthias Everitt (né Beardsley)

Under normal circumstances, she would have marvelled at Matthias Everitt. She knew he and his wife remembered nothing of Mirror; or anything beyond their unexpected arrival to Aboveground London after their failed wedding, really. The Mochizukis were a big part of his past, something he by no means should have been able to remember.

Matthias Everitt is Cal Everitt's father.

Ophelia and Arthur Beardsley's friendship with Miyoko and Nakamaro Mochizuki fuelled the marriage to join their friends in Mirror Japan. So, Matthias spent a good part of his life in Osaka, and --later on-- Tokyo.

Somewhere during his teenage years, Matthias formed a strong friendship with Lei Hao and Xuegang Yang, and developed a romantic attachment to Dahlia Everitt --who would go on to return his feelings despite her initial dislike of him.

Matthias's life with such a friendship, unique in its closeness, should have by all accounts made his life a very happy one. And while this was true, it was only so to an extent: Matthias --along with Xuegang and Lei-- was thoroughly disliked by most people.

Rumours about him spread, fuelled by his attitude at Emtikax: he had lured Dahlia out of a good life, he didn't behave like a proper Saz should, nothing good could come out of him... Matthias didn't think much of them; he knew who he was, and felt completed with the love of his family and his friends.

But something must have been wrong. On the day of their wedding, Matthias and Dahlia left The Kinship never to return again. Their memories --who they had been and where they came from-- disappeared.

Matthias is a redheaded man with amber-coloured eyes.

In his youth his hair used to be long enough to tie at the back in a small ponytail. Now, however, he wears it shorter so as to fit within his job's standards of what's appropriate.

Matthias always liked wearing comfortable clothes in whatever time period his wardrobe focused on. This sentiment hasn't changed with the years, but he's sadly had to put it aside in favour of the suits his job requires.

His snarky attitude usually was the reason he got into trouble. As wall as, obviously, his dislike for rules. Matthias enjoyed teasing people, and driving them 'insane'. Although he was also very affectionate with the ones he loves, dreamy, and a huge perfectionist.

Matthias is straight.

Matthias is a historian (learn more about historians)

Matthias was born the 1st of July of 1980 in Mirror Osaka

Matthias is of Scottish descent on his father's side

His close friends and family sometimes call him Matt

He speaks English, Sazla and Japanese

Forgetting The Kinship seems to have made him forget Japanese, as well

As of 2020, Matthias works in a museum

Give him a piece of paper, and Matthias will cover it in doodles in no time

His notebooks at Emtikax were filled with doodles, commentary (in Japanese, Sazla and English), and lots of 'Matthias Beardsley Everitt'

Matthias plays video games, which he got his daughter into

Dahlia and him have been playing cards right before bedtime for years; the tradition started when they were students at Emtikax

Matthias used to be very slight until meeting Xuegang, who trained him and put him in shape; though Xuegang isn't there to do so now, he's maintained in shape

For years, he was the only one who knew his brother Claude was gay. Mainly because Claude liked to have him as his confidante for his 'unrequited crush on his very straight best friend' (who ended up being his husband)

Matthias's favourite song is Nate's Theme 3.0 from Uncharted's soundtrack

[acoolchickouthere13]

This is the text Taylor sent to Scott on Monday, November 19th at 8:57am:

Scott,

I hope this finds you well. Since communication ran dry on our negotiations, I’ve done what I told you I would do and gone out exploring other options. Owning my masters was very important to me, but I’ve since realized that there are things that mean even more to me in the bigger picture. I had a choice whether to bet on my past or to bet on the future and I think knowing me, you can guess which one I chose. I also saw a rare opportunity to effect positive change for a lot of other artists with the leverage I have right now. I know you believe in the same things I do and I’d like to think you would be proud of what I’ve negotiated for in my deal. I wanted to tell you first that I’ll be signing with Lucian. I honestly truly cherish everything you and I have built together and I plan on saying so in my announcement of the new deal. What we accomplished together will be a lasting legacy and a case study on excellent partnerships, and may it continue. I still view you as a partner and friend and I hope you feel the same. Sending you a hug and my most sincere gratitude. And SO much love, Taylor.

Taylor posts that she signed to new record label November 19, 2018. But I predict this was done sooner(late March-early May 2018)

Late March-early May 2018-taylor has hot pink nails in the new record label(UMG) insta post. She also has hot pink nails at very beginning of Miss Americana documentary in her NY apartment. I just assume that these events happen within the same week.

Heart eye tattoo makes another appearance ^

Goes back on Rep tour November 20, 2018 (Japan)- Reputation tour acoustic b stage song “I Know Places”

Reputation tour ends Nov. 21, 2018

she recorded as soon as she finished the Reputation Tour. At tour’s end, she channeled that positive energy into the studio, recording the new album in just under three months. But the fast pace won’t mean a short LP. Swift confirmed that her seventh record (she hasn’t announced a title yet; the working nickname among fans is TS7) will include more songs than any of her previous releases. “I try not to go into making an album with any expectation,” she says. “I started to write so much that I knew immediately it would probably be bigger.”

155 Franklin St. is already bought, but maybe not moved into until Grammy noms for 2018(61st Grammys) are announced(December 7, 2018) due to having time/scheduling. So I’m thinking she unpacked in late November/December 2018-red and green nails?

-chandelier(DBATC)

-fireplace (ciwyw)

-library/book cases

-describes as “handsome” in multiple articles(delicate)

Unpacking in NY: miss Americana documentary also here

“Says Little, ‘We did a week in New York; that week we did ‘The Man’ and ‘Me!,’ and ‘Only the Young’ was the last one that we did. That was one where I’d actually come in with a drumbeat, and she was like, ‘Oh, I was actually just playing around with chords that could go with that,’ and then the song just quickly moved from there.’”-(x)

💖The Man💖 - (swift, Joel little) “bad(IDSB, MAATHP)” Ioriginal lyrics: “they put a knife in me behind my back”- here

💖ME!💖? First verse and chorus (Swift, Joel little, Brendon Urie) “123”(so it goes, paper rings)

Original lyrics: “I know I said some bullshit on the phone.” Created with red and green nails, a white sweater, a dark brown velvet v neck, pantyhose, a ponytail, and short black buckle boots as pictured in the documentary(10:20)- here

burrito lunch with Joel

💖Only the Young💖 (swift, Joel little)

*in the documentary, she is eating burritos with Joel. She is wearing the pajamas she writes and records “only the young” in at the end of the film. This leads me to speculate “Only the Young” was written and recorded on the day they ate burritos. *nude, unpainted nails.

She said, while eating burritos, “I’m about to be 29.” While eating burritos, Joel is humming “ME!” While eating burritos, and playing “Me!” On piano towards the beginning of the film, her nails are painted red and green. This leads me to assume both songs are written december 2018.

^all those songs in that week created at Electric Lady studios

December 11, 2018 Taylor goes to London for Joe’s movie premiere

💖London Boy💖? - “Motown, american(KOMH)” “whiskey(gorgeous)” “rumours true”(New Romantics)” “west end” “queen(CIWYW)” “Stella McCartney(sport line with Karlie)—- Stella was probably played the track much later in June 2019. “It takes a really long time for Stella to get a collection that’s ready to be purchased, since she does all ethical clothing standards”( @ciiwy )

December 13, 2018=29, announces Netflix tour movie coming soon

Mid December 2018 lunch with abigail at Nashville home about Claire’s baby that was born December 7, 2018. Taylor says, “she’s gone for a month after this.” And I think she means filming for Cats-Taylor’s nails are glitter pink (MA doc 27:37)

[h-styles-babes]

TWO

Sia took her Sunday to cool off from her run in with Harry on Saturday evening. She vegged on the couch all day, watching a marathon of Botched while eating a batch of cookies her elderly neighbor brought over earlier in the week. She ended her night with two glasses of wine and a pasta dish that it only took her a few minutes to throw together on the stove. She’s got to be in the studio pretty early the next morning, so she allowed the wine to lull her to sleep before ten, snuggling down in her bed and pushing all thoughts of Harry Styles from her head.

When she arrived at work the next morning, carrying coffees for her boss, the current recording artist’s manager, and herself, she was perky and ready to start off her work week. She wasn’t going to let one British pop star ruin her mood when she had such a good rapport around the studio. Jeff loved her and she’d never had a problem with any of the artists they’d worked with. She wasn’t going to ruin that because she’d been a bit sour from her weekend run in.

“Morning, Anastasia,” Jeff greeted as she walked into the studio. Jeff Bhasker was quite influential in the music industry. When you had artists like Kanye West, Eminem, Pink, and basically anyone who was anyone under your belt, you were pretty much the best of the best. And Sia was more than honored when he’d handpicked her from his one visit to the UK studio she used to work at to come work with him in America. She wasn’t a producer yet—just a sound engineer with a lot to learn—but Jeff was making sure she was well on her way. However, in the months they’d been working together, Jeff had somehow turned into the equivalent of her cool uncle, and he knew it particularly annoyed her to be called by her first name—especially when her purposely pronounced it incorrectly.

“It’s Ah-na-stah-see-uh,” she corrected, pronouncing the five syllables it was instead of the four he was making it. “It’s French, not the stupid American version. And I hate when yeh call me that.” She handed him his coffee—black with one sugar packet, which she personally thought was disgusting.

Jeff pouted playfully. “You’re no fun.”

“It’s seven in the bloody morning,” she defended, turning and handing the manager, Lionel, his coffee with a tired yet pleasant smile. “I didn't even know pop stars knew this hour existed.”

“We’ve been in Japan for the last couple weeks,” Lionel shrugged, looking chipper. “Sleep schedule is still a bit off. Feels like it’s one in the afternoon for us.”

“Today’ll be a short session anyway,” Jeff assured, taking a sip of his drink. He pushed his long hair behind his ear before speaking again. “I’ve got a meeting to get to by noon.”

“Still making arrangements for that secret project yeh won’t tell me about?” Sia asked, raising an accusatory eyebrow at him as she blew at her own coffee.

“I actually wanna talk to you about that today.” He smirked when Sia’s eyes widened at the prospect. She hadn’t actually thought he’d tell her about it until after the project was already done. Did this mean she was going to be able to participate in it? “But, yes, it’s for the super secret project.”

So, for the rest of the session, once the artist showed up five minutes later, looking just as alive and peppy as their manager, Sia’s mind was stuck on finally getting to hear about the secretive meetings and constant texts and emails back and forth for the last few months. She wondered who the artist was that there was so much secrecy surrounding it. She fantasized for a few moments that it was Beyonce or Rihanna or something, but she realized it would probably be impractical for them to be making new music right then anyway. That didn’t deflate her excitement any, though, and the end of the session couldn’t come around quick enough.

It wasn’t until Sia was going around the studio, making sure everything was saved onto files and all the settings on the sound board were restored that Jeff finally sat her down.

“I have a proposition for you,” he began, scooping his hair over his shoulders and pulling it into a low ponytail. “It’s about this new project.”

“What’s your proposition?” she asked, trying not to sound like the eager puppy she felt like. She wasn’t sure how well she was containing it, though.

“An artist wants to start recording on their first album,” he began, and Sia perked up with the notion that this was someone who didn’t have a whole lot of experience. While getting to work with super famous celebrities was always fun, the prospect of getting to shape someone’s sound with them was a completely different thing. It was exciting and nerve-wracking and just altogether brilliant. “However, they want to record for two months in Jamaica.”

Sia’s brows shot up. “Jamaica? Why on earth?”

“This place is kinda a big deal,” Jeff shrugged. “Anyway, problem is that I have to finish up this project before I can move onto another one.”

“Are you turning them down?” she asked, surprised. She figured she wouldn’t’ve even known about it if Jeff had said no.

“Absolutely not. I have high hopes for this one. I don’t wanna miss out on this,” he assured. “But, since I can’t be there for a month, I need someone to step in for me until I can get out there.”

Sia’s heart stopped in her chest before picking back up at a rapid pace, nearly bursting through where it was contained behind her ribcage. “Are you—?” she asked breathlessly. Was he proposing what she thought he was proposing?

His grin told her yes. “I want you to go out there with the artist. Be the lead producer on this for awhile, see how you like it. There’s no one I trust more with this person’s music than you, Sia. Somehow, I think you’ll get along really well. They want to use live instruments, so I know that’s right up your ally.”

He was right. As much as Sia loved creating her own sounds and arrangements on the equipment, something about hearing live instruments on a track made her soul happy. She’d grown up listening to classic rock and there was no such thing as synthetic sounds, so live instruments had a special place in her heart. When an artist expressed an interest in having some guitars or drums on their tracks, she couldn’t put into words the feeling she got in her chest and the absolute elation that ran through her veins. It was like her own personal drug.

“Are yeh serious?” she breathed.

“Absolutely. I think you’ll work magic on this album, Sia.” He beamed at her and clapped a comforting hand on her knee. “You just gotta say yes.”

“When would I leave?”

“Beginning of September. So about a week.”

“Then how can I possibly say no?”

“Jamaica?” Ellen called in a bit of a squeal over the phone. Sia had to pull the device away from her ear while she was in the grocery store in order to salvage her hearing. The man that was stood in line in front of her shot her a weird look, to which she smiled apologetically.

“I know. Fuckin’ crazy, right? I’m really excited, though. Be a good opportunity for me, yeah?” Sia couldn’t help but smile as she reiterated the fact that she was going to Jamaica to be one of the main producers on an album to her friend. She was in a state of awe, really, and she wanted to constantly pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“Of course it is! That’s amazing, Sia! Wish yeh could bring me with yeh,” Ellen laughed, sighing a bit wistfully for comedic effect.

Ellen and Sia had met their first year of uni back in London. They’d been paired together as roommates, and they were both delighted to find they got on really well. They’d forged a fast friendship, and Sia had been thankful when El had hardly batted an eye when she’d learnt that Sia’s boyfriend was the well-known boy-bander. She’d treated Harry like he was any other uni boy when he was over, and both Sia and Harry were grateful for the normalcy. When El had learnt of the breakup, she’d been none too kind to the boy who broke her best friend’s heart, and Sia had been grateful for that, too.

Ellen still lived in London, having been Sia’s flatmate until Sia’d made the move to LA for her job. She’d cried just as much as Sia had when they’d been at the airport before Sia left, and she missed her friend terribly, still. She’d visited LA once for Sia’s birthday just the month prior, which had been a much needed visit for the two women. They texted everyday, though, and there was a phone call at least once a week, if not more, which ensured they were still as close as ever. Sia didn’t tell El, but she was already itching to find out if there was a way to be able to get El out for a visit on the island during any point of the production.

“Me too. No idea who else is gonna be working with me,” Sia sighed.

“So yeh seriously have no idea who the artist is?”

Sia shook her head, even though her friend couldn’t see her. She cradled her mobile between her shoulder and cheek as she loaded her groceries up on the belt. “No, said it was secret until I got there. Apparently, this is supposed to be really big, so the record label doesn’t want anything getting out until they’re ready to start promo.”

“That’s fuckin’ crazy,” El acknowledged. “What if it’s, like, Kanye West or summat?”

Sia’s excited expression dropped, and she had to make sure the cashier knew the deadpan look wasn’t for him. “Don’t even joke about that. I’d back out so fast.”

El cackled on the other end of the line. “That would be just your luck wouldn’t it?”

“The only thing that could possibly be worse than working for two whole months with the likes of Kanye West, is working two whole months with Harry Styles.”

El gasped. “Could yeh imagine? What would yeh do?”

Sia sighed as her items started getting rung up. “Honestly, I’d just stick it out, either way. I need this producer credit too much. I’d be professional, obviously, but I’d probably hide away whenever we’re not working. I can’t afford to pass this opportunity up.”

“Well…” El chirped, “it’ll probably be someone like Shawn Mendes or Adele or summat, and you won’t even have to worry about trying to stay professional.”

“Hope you’re right.”

[bentenharuki]

I generally don’t do these but...

I will do this because it’s a badge of honor and a thank you for @todayintokyo who gives me a daily vibe out of my second fav Country in the world (first one is my own, of course. My messy, chaotic, genius Italy).

So for everyone interested (I won’t tag people either... if you are among my 250+ readers, do it as freely as you like to share this unexpected hard time along others. Sharing makes us all feel less stranded I guess :)) 

1. Are you staying home from work/school? Yep. My University (Milano Bicocca) holds in-house lessons and curses and also exams and testing are/will be online. What I miss most are the lab works and the exchanges with foreign schools. I took one a few months ago in London and I was supposed to have another in May but... NOPE, of course.

2. If you’re staying home, who’s there with you? I am alone in my apartment. At first it was supposed to be shared rent with somebody else but then my parents just bought this out and lent it to me. I know. I am spoiled. But very grateful for what I have. I always try to give back the best I can because no one has merits in being born in a family instead of another. (pieces of second-rate philosophy in all my LONG answers courtesy of my mum and her influence on me. She’s a University Professor and her field is.. guess what.. ETHICS PHILOSOPHY)

3. Do you have pets to keep you company? Nope. Not allowed. But I like cats. Cats. CATS. They are elegant, refined, very clean, and they give you consideration and affection ONLY if they like you. I prefer to conquer somebody’s love instead than to have it by default. Then I am naturally a cat person instead of a dog’s. But I like all animals (I like snakes as well, so my range is pretty wide ;)), even though I don’t feel missing any in  house. Generally I would be out of home most of the day and no pet would be happy in staying that much alone. I miss my grandparents’ kitty tho :)

4. Who do you miss the most? Family. Friends. Meeting new people when out. And... (is it fine to say it?) Well... in these lockdown times I miss... human touch. (You get what kind). I was seeing a guy when this all started and my old boyf also came back into the picture somehow. All on hold. And I avoid to think how that makes me feel because even in case I’d figure it out, what comes if one can’t act on the awareness? Exactly. So I put it all in a LONG pause. But yeah... I miss contacts. A LOT.

5. When was the last time you left your home? I go out every Thursday to buy all my grocery stuff. I am very methodic. My supermarket is pretty near and it’s BIG and I get there right before it opens (well... one hour almost before it opens, so I can be among the firsts in line). I look like a ninja: very sporty and technically dressed (like for a running competition!) with clothes and shoes which are easy washable, tech mask (it is for cycling competition, with filters specifically medical: the mask is washable as well after you’ve used it, while the filter is obviously not), cotton fit gloves and over them medical gloves (I can’t wear directly medical gloves because my skin is very sensitive and I suffer from nickel allergia, which makes latex gloves a NO NO directly on skin), teck googles which cover also the side of my face (those are from cycling items too) and of course PODS in my ear because I can’t live without music :)

6. What was the last thing you bought? I bought online a few garden tools for my biggest balcony. I have ZERO skill with plants (and I am supposed to become a biologist... the nerve! LOL) but I am keen at making grow at least rosemery for my recipes. I have a little peach tree and it is all fine so far. I have hope I can do better and anyway I have time now ;)

7. Is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed? I try to keep my routine as it was before. I wake up and perform all my tasks exactly as I was doing before this all started. I am VERY organized and to lax on that would ruin me, so I carefully focus on what I can control the best I can. It feels strange to say it maybe but... this way my mood isn’t particularly affected by this heavy revolution in my (and everyone elses’s) life.

8. Are you a homebody? NOPE. I love people, I love my Milan and its being always full of people everywhere. I love living in my town a TON, I love meeting friends anywhere, go dancing, I love to live my University life in this beautiful and renewed part of Milan; I like being surrounded by my people and meeting new ones. So being stuck at home would seem insufferable for me. But I learnt from this (there’s always something to learn in any experience) that I can be surprisingly ok with staying home too. I came to know better my neighbors. I feel a sense of community with everyone living nearby and I have come to love my domesticity too. It was a surprise for me first ^.^

9. What movies have you watched recently? In Italy, Italia 1 channel has had the WONDERFUL idea to rebroadcast all Harry Potter saga every Monday and Thursday. Today and tomorrow there are the last two installments, so I can say that is what I looked out the most for as in movie things these past weeks (funny how I never particularly adored the books of HP, I mean, I liked them but... being a Tolkien’s devotee Rowlings’ literary efforts always seemed lackluster to me.. and still I have always liked the movies. It’s incoherent I know ;)). But I have Sky at home so I can watch whatever movie I like to whenever I want to. And that leads to VERY little watch actually. I am reading a ton though. I watch what passes on in the National channels actually, out of digital and cable and decide to watch it or not. For instance last Friday Rai 1 (main Italian Channel) broadcasted one of my fav movies from the past three years, GIFTED (with Chris Evans and Octavia Spencer) and I rewatched it with immense pleasure.

10. An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled? OLYMPICS. I was supposed to be back in Japan with a a couple of friends and my bro for experience the Olympics (especially the volleyball tournaments) between July and August and that got (of course) cancelled. We plan to move it all to next year of course. But it hurts SO MUCH because it was easily what I was looking forward to BEST for all 2020. Hands down.

11. What’s the best and worst thing you’ve had to cancel? Look up. For the other question, I never plan things I don’t like (or at least I try my best not to) and I almost never find myself in the position of being happy for something I had going on which I had to pass due to circumstances. I am a very honest (sometimes to the point of bluntness, though with age I got trained in the fine art of diplomacy, which for me is declined especially in the “IGNORE WHAT IS NOT WORTHY degree) person and if there is something I don’t like I tend to not get involved with it in the first place.

12. Do you have any new hobbies? Eh... the longest list... I love so many things. Sport don’t count as hobbies to me because I treat them as part of my daily life constantly. So take them off. I like to write, to draw, to paint... I like reading, I like learning... I am a tech geek; I like gaming (but that I have to cut it or it would absorb me too much)... I like TRAVELING (that is cut off too of course nowadays), and many other things so I guess I don’t literally have SPACE for new hobbies. My many ones makes it impossible to fall for new things though lately I am becoming a better cook out of needs ;)

13. What are you out of? My lists are made as soon my things become “two items in from having 0″. This way I can’t run out of anything. Did I say already I am a HUGE control freak? THAT ;)

14. What music are you listening to? My itunes collections lists so far 12376 ALBUMS. Then I have the random songs. Latest one I bought (because I buy them all) is Achille Lauro’s latest 16 Marzo 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yb-9RESbeWA

I am also listening a lot to one of my bro’s fav bands Radiohead and as usual a lot to my beloved Imagine Dragons. My mum and dad are also telling me to listen to Bill Withers (who recently passed away) whole discography because he was amazing. I love many music genres. I love ALL which makes the spirit soar and rage and evolve and love and cry and hope.

15. What are you reading? So far in quarantine I read 5 books. I have now to start ORIGINS by Dan Brown. I pick the books I have left unread randomly and that was the pick this time (people gift me with books constantly because they know I am a bookworm when I have spare time).

16. What are you doing for self-care? Keep loving myself and life and the world exactly the way I used to before this all started.

17. Are you exercising? Yup. Tapis roulant, golf training, stepper (all in my house lucky me) and mat and weight training. I have a routine for which I have to train at least one hour a day. NO EXCEPTION. I miss swimming but I will do. I am also in recovery after January’s knee meniscus intervention so my schedules are also taking that into consideration.

18. How’s your toilet paper supply? I'm OK. :)

19. Have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine? Nope. I love to stylize my hair but I don’t have specific cuts. It grows long and then I play with them hairstyles: braids, buns, ponytails, partitions and the likes.. But I have bleached hair and I had to follow my hairdresser advice because I can’t allow ugly roots to take dominance of me ^.^ So I bought the necessary to self bleach them. No need to say as soon as I will be able to, Hairdressers and Massages and SPA will be my first destination ^.^ (beside visiting family and friends of course).

I am fairly sure I put lots of typos and mistakes in this but I have my online lesson just starting in 8 minutes and I can’t review this (I generally never do it anyway). So forgive me and have a beautiful day ;)

STAY SAFE OUT THERE!!! Hugs K.

[wewillwriteyou]

Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 17

A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags

Summary Chapter 17: Some time has passed (you’ll figure out how much) and it’s time to come home.

Word count: 2.9K

Warnings: Again fluffiness! Some curse words as usual and some SMUT at the end of the chapter (nothing too explicit, guys the best is yet to come)

A/N: Hi folks! This chapter belongs to the transition-section of the series and it will lead to the next part of the story. It is very important. Keep your eyes open and enjoy yourselves, lovesies 💖😏 As usual, if you like what you read, comment, like, reblog and share this with others! For everyone who follows and supports this story, thank you guys (you know who you are)! You are real stars!⭐💗

“Mary, we’ll be late! Get your ass over here!” Melissa yelled from the living room of her apartment. She looked once again at the clock on the wall and puffed. She tapped nervously her foot on the floor, adrenaline flowing in her veins at the thought of what was awaiting them in the next few hours.

“I don’t think I like that tone, young lady” Mary replied smugly, adjusting her bag on her shoulder and picking up the sandals she was about to wear.

Melissa snorted “You are impossible! I’m gonna meet you in the car, please hurry up” she headed to the door and closed it behind her. After a few flights of stairs, she finally got to the front door of the building and stepped into the warm sun of the first days of May. She had always loved the months that led spring to turn into the summer: she found a kind of magic in the air and she was firmly convinced people were happier in that time of the year.

She got in the driver’s seat and turned on the engine, setting the radio to a station she liked. She smiled, nodding along to the song creaking up from the speakers and thinking back to all the moments she had spent in that car. John’s car.

When he was away touring with the band he always let her take care of the car: he was quite affectionate to it.

She was startled by the passenger’s door opening and Mary stumbling in. She gave her a wide smile and Melissa rolled her eyes “Okay, fine, we’re on time. But we almost weren’t and that would have been your fault”.

“But we’re not so…” Mary raised her shoulders and grinned.

“Yeah, we almost were” Melissa stated one more time, already struggling in the mid-afternoon traffic of the centre of London.

Mary looked at her all concentrated “You are so bitchy…” Melissa rolled her eyes and cranked up a smile involuntarily. Mary continued “You don’t shag in months, and it shows, my dear”

Melissa gasped and lifted a hand from the steering wheel to smack her on the shoulder “Yeah… well… you too, young lady” she tried to joke, to avert Mary’s attention from her red cheeks.

The other chuckled “Yeah, but Freddie and I have other methods to feel… closer to each other” she winked at the blonde and Melissa shook her head giggling.

“You two are disgusting” she said, still giggling.

“Yeah, well it works” Mary adjusted herself on her seat and looked out of the window “you are practically vibrating from all the tension you have stored in these months”

She loudly cackled and Melissa knew her cheeks were burning red: she laughed too, thinking that Mary was actually right.

She felt herself flush at the thought, but Mary was damn right. She missed having John around, and their cheesy – as everyone used to call them – dates, the nights spent watching random tv snuggled on the couch and their long walks in the park or the occasional visits to museums and conferences. But one of the things she mostly missed – she was shy even to admit it to herself, even though it was the most common thing on Earth - was their intimacy.

Her cheeks flushed again and she smiled while her mind wandered to the moment she would have seen him appear from the airport’s gate.

John and Melissa – as well as Freddie and Mary – had not seen each other for three months straight, but the whole year, from the band’s first tour in America to the one they were returning from now in Japan, had been a crazy year.

The guys had gone from tour to studio, then tour again, a small session of press and recording in England, then back on the road. The time Melissa and John had spent together was really small if compared than how much they had spent together at the beginning of their relationship, already four years in the past.

She felt emotional at the thought: they had been together for four years, more than she had ever been with anyone and she knew she would have not wanted to spend them with anyone else.

She was so deep into her thoughts, she hadn’t realized her brain had automatically driven them at the airport like it was in autopilot. She turned to see Mary asleep with her head on the window: she understood why no one had awakened her from the train of thoughts.

“Hey, sleeping beauty, we’re here” she said, scrolling slightly the girl's shoulder and watching her crank her eyes open, giving her a small smile.

They got out of the car and followed the instructions to the gate they knew their friends were coming in. They had arrived just on time to hear their flight being called in the speakers, the robotic voice announcing the landing.

The girls smiled at each other and stretched their necks to look for the party of six people: the band plus Chelsea and Chrissie, who had followed the guys on every tour, being part of their staff.

Mel caught a mass of curly long hair who couldn’t be mistaken: Brian had his arm draped on Chrissie’s shoulder and was carrying their luggage with the other. Behind him she saw her brother’s bright blond hair, his head resting on Chelsea’s, as they walked hugged, each of them carrying a bag. At last, she saw Freddie, talking with someone from the crew and behind them, mixed with some other people from the crew, with his neck stretching out too, she saw him.

The moment they locked eyes, she bolted through the crowd and jumped in his arms, the biggest smile on both her faces.

“I’ve missed you so much, darling” John muffled through her hair, letting his bag fall on the ground to wrap his arms around her back.

He inhaled the familiar, sweet smell of her hair and smiled: it’s so good to be home, he thought.

He surely enjoyed making music and performing, but during the last tour, he found himself missing home more than usual. And for home, he meant Melissa.

“I’ve missed you too” she replied, climbing down and looking him in the eyes, before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. God, how she had missed his lips.

They were soon surrounded by the others and Mary cleared her throat theatrically “We’re waiting, just for you, honey” she said smugly.

Melissa turned her head towards her and gave her a cold stare, knowing perfectly well that Mary was just mocking her attitude of earlier that day.

The others chuckled and Melissa left John’s arms, to go hug the rest of her friends. Her brother stepped on first, opening his arms for her to cradle into: she felt strangled inside his grip and she heard him whisper “I’ve missed you, sis”. She hugged him tight and kissed him on the cheek, whispering in his ear she had missed him too. She stepped back so that she could look him in the eyes and she caught a renewed sparkle in them.

He was looking at her interrogatively and she simply smiled. I think I know what – or better who – the reason is, she thought.

And the reason appeared right in front of her face, her brunette hair tied up in a messy low ponytail: the two girls hugged tightly.

When they pulled back from the hug they had watery eyes and they both chuckled “This is so stupid, why does this happen every time?” Mel uttered, wiping a tear from her cheek.

Chelsea giggled “Yeah, I don’t know… I’ll never get used to it”

Mary came closer to them and hugged Chelsea, while Melissa went on to hug Chrissie and then Brian, who ruffled her hair and said “We hope you didn’t have too much fun without us”

Melissa smiled, going towards Freddie to hug him as well “Oh trust me, we did a have a lot of fun. We’ve actually come here to brag about it”

They chuckled and walked together towards the parking lot. Brian, Chrissie, Freddie and Mary headed to Chrissie’s car, who had been parked there by Mary earlier that morning: the two couples had agreed to go out for drinks, while the other two decided to head home.

“Oh c’mon, guys, don’t be so dull!” Freddie protested but the four of them shook their heads.

“I’m sorry, Fred, we’re just tired, that’s all” Chelsea rubbed her hand on his arm and the others nodded, agreeing with her.

He rolled his eyes “Yeah, yeah… find a better one next time, you guys are practically eating each other out with your eyes since the gate”

Chelsea chuckled and looked down, trying to hide the redness of her cheeks and the smug smile on her face: she had to admit Freddie was not wrong. Roger widely smiled and winked at him.

Freddie furrowed his brows “…I was not talking to you guys” he leered.

Melissa widened her eyes, feeling herself blush, and covered her face with a hand. John softly chuckled and looked down, awfully aware he too had gone all red. The others all laughed at their reaction and soon enough they were all making fun of them.

“It’s always the quiet ones…” Brian chuckled.

“Oh no, Bri, believe me. They want us to believe they are the quiet ones, but I’m ready to bet my pinkie finger, they are the kinkiest here” Mary stated pointing at them, shocking the whole group and making everyone laugh.

Melissa buried her face into John’s chest, trying so bad to hide the huge grin beaming on her face, and he wrapped his arm around her, still giggling, as if to shed her from their very inappropriate jokes.

“Okay, okay, guys… cut it out!” he exclaimed, and everyone dialled down the giggles “We have something important to do, remember?” he added moving fast towards the car, earning a nudge in the stomach from Melissa and lots of laughs from the others.

Melissa was still embarrassed when she walked to the passenger’s door, but she realized how much she loved those moments with the guys and how she had missed them.

Roger quickly grabbed her arm “Whoa, sis, that’s my spot”

Melissa smugly grinned “Not in this car it isn’t” and she climbed into the car.

“John, will you let me drive? I desperately need to drive on the proper side of the street” Roger whined over the hood of the car.

“Let me think about it… Uhm… No” John scrolled his shoulders and entered the car as well.

Roger puffed and took place next to Chelsea in the back seat: at least they could lounge together, enjoying the last rays of sunlight dashing through the windows.

As they dove into the traffic, Chelsea filled Melissa in with some of the main things that had happened on tour and John and Roger sometimes jumped into the conversation with an inside joke or a tiny detail that eventually made them all laugh. Melissa was glad to have them back and to listen to all the great things of Japan, but just like every other time they came back from a tour, she couldn’t help but feel left out.

She felt like she had missed part of their friendship and she began to worry that the group had grown closer, leaving her and Mary just right out.

She nodded politely and laughed along with them, trying to ignore the thoughts in her head, but John knew her too damn well. He placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently: it wasn’t a move, just a way of checking how she felt.

He glanced at her and she replied with a sincere smile, trying to reassure him everything was gonna be okay.

John parked on the side of the road to Rog and Mel’s apartment and he and Melissa turned back to face the two in the backseat. Melissa smiled at her friend and Chelsea knew exactly what to do, even if Melissa hadn’t asked her anything.

“Mel, is it okay if I sleep here tonight? I don’t feel like unpacking and if I go home, I know I will have to”

Melissa chuckled “Of course Chel” she took her hand and squeezed it a bit, before glancing at John.

He caught on “In that case, Mel you can come to our place if you want” he said promptly and Melissa nodded giving them both a small smile.

Roger was not sure what that exchange of looks meant, but he resolved he would ask Chelsea later. He climbed off the car followed by Chelsea right after; as John helped them unload their luggage Roger whispered to her ear “Brian and Chrissie will come home eventually… You do know we would have had an apartment all to ourselves if we had switched like we always do, right?”

Chelsea smugly smiled “I know. But they need it more than we do, right now” she simply said, turning back to wave at the car sprinting through the streets of London.

On the way to John’s apartment, his hand never left Mel’s lap, intertwined with her fingers, as she softly drew patterns on his wrist. They were silent for a while, then he spoke up “You know you don’t have to be upset”

Melissa frowned “I’m not upset” she lied.

John raised an eyebrow “Don’t lie to me, Mel,” he said “I saw the look on your face while Chelsea was talking about our tour”

“Weren’t you supposed to be driving?”

He chuckled “Yeah, I have special multitasking skills” he winked at her and she softly chuckled.

“But that’s not the point” he sighed “I know this has been a rough year for us, but it will get better”

Melissa exhaled “You always say that, John, I really find it difficult to believe you any more”

John glanced at her and realized she was serious. He squeezed her hand and smiled without looking away from the street “Hey, this time I swear it will be better, okay?”

“What do you mean?”

He smiled again “Our next tour starts in November, so that gives us six whole months to ourselves” he smirked and a smile cranked up on the girl’s face.

“Are you being serious now?” she asked turning her head so that she could study his expression.

John lifted his hand from her lap “I pinkie swear it, honey” he showed her his pinkie finger and she intertwined it with hers.

“This binds you for life, Deacon, you break your promise and bad things will happen to you” she smugly leered.

John smirked “Trust me on this, my love, I mean it” he placed his hand back on her lap. When they reached their destination, he turned off the engine and shifted in his seat to face her.

“As for the bad things that are gonna happen to me… what exactly are they?” he asked nonchalantly.

Melissa grew a wide grin on her face “Haven’t decided yet. We’ll just have to find out…” she winked and shrugged her shoulders, before getting out of the car and waiting for him to do the same.

Once he had locked the car and taken his bag, they headed inside the building and upstairs. When they were in front of the door, John turned and looked at Melissa.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked and seeing he didn’t answer she added, “why are you staring at me?”

John had been struck by a frightening yet delightful thought. It was like he had seen a glimpse of a possible future: the two of them driving around and chatting then coming home – their home – to the warmth of their cosy apartment, the scent of candles still in the air, small giggles coming from the guest room. Only that it wasn’t a guest who was staying there: the would enter the room to find their children, playing lovingly with each other. They would smile and sit down with them. They would play and cook dinner and then snuggle on the couch watching Doctor Who, all of them together. As a family.

He stumbled out of his daydream, his sight focusing on the confused face in front of him. He smiled and simply leaned down to kiss her. She was a bit surprised but was more than glad to dive into it.

John pulled back to quickly open the door and rush both of them inside. He closed it behind him and let the bag fell on the floor next to it. He circled Melissa with his arms and inched forward to find her lips again. They stumbled towards the bedroom, still kissing and trailing their hands on each other.

“God, I’ve missed you so much” he mumbled between kisses and Mel smiled against his lips and tried to catch enough breath to reply “Me too”.

They reached the bedroom, gradually removing layers of each other’s clothing.

“You know we’re just confirming Freddie’s theory, right?” John asked out of breath, as he unfolded his bed sheets.

Melissa climbed on the bed, standing on her knees, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She smirked “Yeah, well, we better try and try again to prove he’s right. You know, like scientists do”

John raised an eyebrow and chuckled “Now? You feel the need to bring up your work at the lab, right now?”

Melissa loudly cackled and John continued “You know that’s not funny nor sexy, right?”

She nodded, still chuckling and John felt his heart filling with love and joy. He fondly smiled and leaned down to kiss her softly again. Melissa lowered her back, dragging him down on the mattress with her and John picked up the sheets to cover both of them and shed them from the outside world.

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The Queens Gambit: Snippet Collection

Here comes the next snippet which would be the first scene of the first chapter of the fanfic I hope I write one day. Enjoy!

Snippet 2: Before Duelist Kingdom

On the day of her 15th birthday, Sehrazat Faizan woke up like any other school day.

More asleep than awake and with a groan.

She didn’t care that today was also her birthday, it was too earlier!

Why does school start this earlier? That was inhuman!

The dark blue-haired girl put her pillow over her head.

Any minute now Kihana would storm her room and drag her out of bed. She loved her best friend, but these were times when she wished Kihana and her family would live in their own house.

…Yeah, Sehrazat didn’t think that would stop Kihana either.

There!

She heard the familiar boom of her door open and she wanted to cry.

Today was her birthday, even a special one in her family, why couldn’t she stay at home and sleep?

Fuck, school!

“Rise and shine, your highness!”, sing-songend Kihana. She couldn’t be normal. Who was that happy, at this time?! “Today is your birthday, happy birthday my dear Sehra!”

Aww, at least this was cute.

It stopped being cute when Kihana gripped her blanket and left her in the cold morning air.

Sehrazat hissed like an angry cat and rolled herself into a ball.

Cold, way too cold!

Why were mornings so cold in Domino? How she missed the warm mornings in Lisabon!

Kihanan just tutted at her. The white-haired girl with the bluest eyes Sehrazat had ever seen was merciless. She gripped one of her arms and just let her fall to the floor!

“Hey, what was that for!”, Sehrazat shrieked offended.

The floor was even colder!

Kihana put her hands on her waist.

She was already wearing the Domino High School Uniform, her long white hair perfectly groomed into a ponytail, decent make-up which made her blue eye even more pop and her white porcelain skin glowing healthily.

“That’s the only way to wake you up, Sehrazat and you know it. We do this five times a week.”, reminds her Kihana.

Making a face Sehrazat stood up and has to control her worse not make an even worser face. She still reached only under Kihana’s breast.

Why was her best friend tall like a supermodel and she was small like a child?

They were now the same age, so unfair!

Only Sadiye, Kihana’s younger sister, was smaller than her! And that was because she really was a ten-year-old child.

Again, so unfair.

Pouting she followed Kihana to the dining room, where both their mom’s already were with little Sadiye eating breakfast.

Even if they all lived in Japan now, they still had a more wester-styled breakfast. With pancakes, cornflakes, bacon, and eggs, you name it.

That didn’t mean none of them had tasted the local cuisine.

For example, Sehrazat loved Ramen like she was Naruto from the same named Manga, but sometimes you needed a bit home.

They were all original from Egpyt, but Rahila, Kihana, and Sadiye’s mom, and her own mom Amira grow up in London, England.

Sehrazat’s Grandmother still lives there, like Kihana and Sadiye’s Grandparents.

Besides Rahila and Kihana, who were white-passing, all of them were black.

Sadiye was the first to note them.

“Happy Birthday, Sehra!”, shouted the ten-year-old, which gripped the attention of the two older women.

Her mother smiled and stand up from her sit. She opened her arms for her.

“Good morning, my little princess, and happy, happy birthday!”

Still tired Sehrazat let herself fall into her mother’s embrace. Ah, nothing to rise her spirits like her mama’s hugs! She was warm and smelled, like always after jasmine and sandalwood. Comforting and homey.

“Happy Birthday, your highness. Now you are finally 15.”, said Rahila to her and Sehrazat felt how her head was patted.

“Thanks aunty Rahila.”

They all sit down at the table and Amira signed wistfully.

“15 years already…I can’t believe time flew so fast. It was like yesterday you wear this tiny and I could pick up you whenever I wanted.”

“She still IS tiny!”, joked Sadiye and grinned at her.

Sehrazat looked at her angrily and bit into her pancake.

Kihana tutted her little sister, who shrugged her shoulder.

Sadly it was true.

Didn’t mean like Sehrazat liked to hear that.

“And you can still pick her up Amira.”, reminded Rahila.

Thanks, aunty!

Sehrazat bit harder into her pancake.

“You know what I mean.”, said Amira and then turned to her daughter. “Don’t forget, today IS a special birthday. Now you will be the Keeper.”

It took Sehrazat any amount of strength to not roll her eyes.

Ah, yes, she became now the Keeper of the mysterious Millennium Fragment which was in possession of her family since the times of the great pharaohs.

She never even saw that thing, because her mother keep it in a golden little box with Hieroglyphs written on it.

But nearly anyone treated it like it was something sacred.

Holy!

The dark blue-haired girl thought personally that it was too much. It was just some jewelry.

Yes, really older jewelry, but jewelry.

There was nothing special about it.

Or let’s say better she didn’t want to believe the stories her mother and grandmother told her.

They were just too crazy!

Next

[fox-mother]

Smol Harry Potter AU Kushi profile!

Introduction

Name: Kushina Uzumaki Also Known As: Kushi, Red-Hot Habanero, Tomato Girl Titles: The Bleeding Heart of London Age: 24 Birthday: July 10th Astrological Sign: Cancer Nationality: Japanese Species: Fox-Demon Blood Type: B Sex: Female Gender: Cisgender Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Biromantic and Bisexual Past/Bio: Kushina was born in Japan to a couple of Fox-Demons. Their species is primarily found deep within Japans natural forests and as a result, they are hard to come by. Their hair (and pelts) are very valuable and rare because of this. Most commonly their hair is used as the centre of wands/adornments on the clothing of Japanese high-ranking wizards. Their form of magic is far more nature-based and they can shift forms at will. As they can only be found in Japan, they are a very unknown species in other countries. Kushina herself was born and raised to be wary of people who didn't share her packs distinctive red pelt or red locks. Her mischievous nature also got her into a fair amount of trouble with her parents and pack elders, especially a powerful demon called Mito. While the elderly fox-demon tutored Kushina extensively, she was also more of a grandmother to the younger rather than a teacher. One day, it all changed. A particularly volatile member of their pack decided to try fighting back and lost. Their place of hiding, a sacred forest in which humans dare not tread was set ablaze to drive the demons out. Her pack fought and fought hard, but ultimately they were overpowered and a good 98% of the pack was decimated. Only 8 escaped and managed to smuggle themselves away. Kushina, Mito, Nagato and a few others were among the lucky ones. They decided to split up, with Mito and Kushina going to England. Kushina spent the rest of her time in England, growing up with Mito. That was until her guardian told her that Hogwarts wanted her. She decided to attend Hogwarts, which she deems as her best choice yet. There, she met Namikaze Minato and Uchiha Mikoto who soon became her two best friends. She never, not even to them, revealed what she really was. They too were Japanese so she knew that they'd know what she is. Kushina left Hogwarts and eventually married Minato. The two lived quite quaintly, sort of isolated until Kushina got a business proposition. She accepted it and works as an Unspeakable for the Ministry. Kushina got pregnant a few years into her career and both her and Minato were ecstatic. The Uzumaki caught up with Mikoto and found out she had a son, Itachi, and was expecting another. The two became inseparable, with Kushina and Minato being babysitters for Mikoto and Fugaku as the three children grew.

About Him/Her

Personality: Kushina is a quick-to-anger, brash young lady with a heart of gold. She is fiercely protective of Minato, Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi and Mikoto, to the point of murder in some cases. She is kind, motherly and sweet to anyone who truly knows her. Occupation: Unspeakable Likes: - Her job - Her family - Chocolate - Strawberries - Dislikes: - Muggles - Pushy people - Rude people - Fugaku Uchiha - Hobbies: Sewing, baking and pranks Fears: Losing her family, friends and hope Strength: She's got a strong draw to nature and a lot of her power comes from that Weakness: She struggles with learning spells sometimes Talents: She's a talented Animagus, a talented Seer, can Apparate and perform Wandless Magic

Appearance

Height: 5'4 Cup Size: D Skin Tone: Pale Ivory Eye Color: Indigo Hair Description: - Colour: Red - Highlights: None - Length: Shins - Style: Loose - Worn: Up in a bun and in a ponytail Extra: - Scars: None - Piercings: Her ear and nose - Tattoos: A spiral on her upper back, between the shoulder blades, signifying her clan/pack - Facial Features: She's elegant, has sharp-ish fangs and large eyes with long eyelashes - Scent: She smells of fire, dust and nature

Relationships

Father: Uzumaki Marihito Mother: Uzumaki Tsukiyama Siblings: Uzumaki Kyoumi (sister) Relatives: Uzumaki Mito (grandmother), Uzumaki Nagato (a distant cousin) and Uzumaki Karin (niece) Family Line of Work: None Family Background: Fox-demons were once a rare species who were known for their connections with nature. Their fiery red hair and pelts often made them targets for poachers and slave labourers. Naturally, all of them were peaceful and meant no harm, unless directly provoked by a passing hunter or muggle. Muggles didn't know what they were and caused them to retreat further into their woods to survive. They were shifters, able to naturally change their shape into that of a fox from birth. Their magic also was directly linked to nature, with them able to cast shielding spells from young ages. They are naturally very curious and a few who got too close to the wizards and witches who hunted them were often never seen again. Their whole pack/clan was decimated by wizards when one firey upstart decided he wanted revenge. It left the few that lived scattered over the globe as they struggled to survive. There are very few fox-demons who are still alive, as some were hunted and some just naturally passed away. Best Friends: Uchiha Mikoto Friends: Haruno Mebuki and Sabaku no Karura Love Interest: Namikaze Minato Enemies: Uchiha Fugaku

Education

School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry House: Hufflepuff Best Core Class: Herbology Worst Core Class: Transfiguration Elective: Care of Magical Creatures and Divination Quidditch: Beater Extra-Curricular: Earth Magic

Magic

Wand: - Length: 12" - Flexibility: Reasonably supple flexibility - Wood: Rowan wood - Core: Unicorn hair Pets: None Boggart: Hunters Animagus: Fox Patronus: Black Stallion Amortentia: A bouquet of roses

Affiliations/Alliances

Home Town: Rural Japan Residence: A quaint cottage a few miles outside of London Loyalty: Neutral Organizations: Ministry of Magic, Order of the Phoenix

Extra Information

Quotes: "It's nothing personal, but you need to shut up before I rip your head off." Theme Song: Monster by Skillet Food: Anything spicy or sweet Drink: Water or sake if she's feeling down Colour: Red Animal: Fox Flower: Sakura blossoms Season: Summer

[applekissims]

1 - 35 for Ana & 40-55 for Karley please 🥰

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? My boyfriend2. Are you outgoing or shy? Not shy...reserved some but also more outgoing3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? Macyn 😍4. Are you easy to get along with? Not really. 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? He better6. What kind of people are you attracted to? I like chill people. Someone that's not out here doing the absolute most all the time. Confidence is cool too. Gotta be smart and have a sense of humor.7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Yes because I’m in one now so I hope to still be in this one 2 months from now8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? My dad. My boyfriend and my friend Calvin. 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Not even a little. 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Calvin. 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “I love you too mama. See ya 2morrow”12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Zone 6 remix, After Dark,  Calboy - Envy Me, Peace Sign-Usher, Twerk-City Girls and Cardi B13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? No. I gotta really know you and fuck with you like that. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? I do 15. What good thing happened this summer? Nothing lol16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Everyday all day. 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Probably. 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Yes. 19. Do you like bubble baths? Love em20. Do you like your neighbors? Sometimes. 21. What are you bad habits? Tuning out shit that bothers me until I snap. 22. Where would you like to travel? I wanna go to Japan one day. Jamaica. I wanna go to Vegas soon too. 23. Do you have trust issues? No, not really anymore. 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Eating.25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? None anymore, I used to hate my thighs back in the day. 26. What do you do when you wake up? Brush my teeth and wash my face. 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Neither, I’m cool with the skin I’m in. 28. Who are you most comfortable around? My brother and my boyfriend and my mom. Oh and my best friend. 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Just one. 30. Do you ever want to get married? Eventually. 31. If your hair long enough for a ponytail? Yes. 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Lance Gross and Lauren London. 33. Spell your name with your chin. I tried. It was not cute lol34. Do you play sports? What sports? Nope. 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV.

40. What do you want to do after high school? Been outta high school for a minute now. 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Not everyone. 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m mad or really hurt43. Do you smile at strangers? I smile at everyone, even people that don’t like me. 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Space. 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Emerson. I do it for my daughter. 46. What are you paranoid about? People laughing and talking about me behind my back.  47. Have you ever been high? Yes. 48. Have you ever been drunk? Too many times. 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Yes. 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Black51. Ever wished you were someone else? All the time sometimes. 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? My over-thinking. 53. Favourite makeup brand? Fenty and MAC. 54. Favourite store? Target. Any shoe store. LuxxeSavage. Macy’s. Victoria's Secret. 55. Favourite blog? @alwayslovinglee

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I was tagged by @tomminowrites thanks sweetie ♥

Name: My real name is Angela, but most people call me by my surname (my bffs), Angy, Hayley, Haryuu or Haryuusart!

Age: 20

Favorite color: purple always <3

When you made this blog: I think I made this in 2016? But I originally had a tumblr account in 2012 I believe. 

Follower count: Last time I checked I had 230ish? Which is not very much but I mostly spam klance and voltron so it’s understandable lol 

Choose a superhero power: Knowing all the lyrics to any song even if I heard it one time. Okay, serious superpower: controlling time like Max from Life is Strange, yay

Favorite drink: Coca-cola??? 

A song you love right now: OMG too many.....

Dream career: I want to be an Artist. Not just drawing, I want to create in any form- music, writing, drawing, fashion,design, photography, journalism... I WANT TO DO IT ALL!! 

Dream vacation: JAPAN or London dìfcidsfm

Hogwarts house: I’ve always thought I was a Gryffindor when I was a child, but quizzes tell me I’m an Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw sooo yeah

Favorite character(s) of the week: I would say Martino from Skam Italia. MY BABY 

How you like to keep your hair: I always keep it straight and as it is, no braids or ponytail because I hate to show my face. My hair is very long and I love it <3

Christmas or Halloween: JINGLE BELLS JINGLE BELLS JINGLE ALL THE WAAAYYYYY 

I tag anyone who wants to do this byeee