#m n emi

[adampage]

hangman/roman????? tell me more

well you see it’s only fitting that two bonafide champs (at around the same time) have a thing going on

also mox is the common denominator here so he’s definitely part of the story 👀

basically. hangman is stressed and mox is like. i know how you could fix that

and gives him roman’s number :)

i need hangman getting dicked down but also learning to like. feel good in his skin

and who better to teach him than a guy who carries himself the way roman does?

[doux-amer]

Cannot believe I was so busy that I missed the Ballon d'Or (it should be in December or January! I'm still not used to this change), and I regret it because I missed seeing the hilarious clownery from Real Madrid refusing to attend because they were caught being stupid and then threw a fit that they weren't getting their way and Lamine got the youth award (after Pedri and Gavi! My starboys<3), Barça Femení won best women's team, Aitana won the Ballon d'Or Féminin, three Barça women were nominees (like Xavi, Iniesta, and Leo were for the 2010 edition<3), Rodri won (JUSTICE FOR MIDFIELDERS ESPECIALLY SPANISH MIDFIELDERS. I love Leo, but....2010's should've been Xavi or Iniesta's), etc. Barça supremacy. Spain did a SWEEP. WOW.

[erigold13261]

I would love to hear about DJ’s parents

Me too buddy, me too. /j

Uh, I don't have anything really specific about them right now. I like the idea that his mom is the space elemental while the dad is a human. But I also don't mind if the dad is a space elemental while the mom is a glass elemental (which is where the helmet and object headed-ness would come from for DJ).

I do know that DJ's parents are some of the most kind and nurturing people there are. They were super supportive of DJ and always welcome him back to their house whenever he shows up or if he might need it in case he gets down on his luck.

Even when DJ was doing terribly in school (like highschool and middle school, not college) they were very understanding of him and even tried to find alternatives for them, like night school, homeschooling, or him dropping out and getting a GED. Anything for DJ to stop coming home so stressed small cracks would form on their head.

They are definitely still alive today and talk with DJ on a monthly basis. He will visit them during holidays when he has time off and will send them gifts whenever he can/thinks of it. Neither are financially supporting the other as both sides are in good positions right now, but if Nova's parents fell on hard times, or the other way around, each side would be willing to take the other in with no questions asked and no push to get them to leave.

DJ has just wanted to live up to what he thought his parents' thought of him, but they never wanted anything more for them than to be happy with life. So the only time they were actually disappointed in DJ was when he took a job teaching because they both knew DJ would not like that kind of work environment in the end, but they still supported their decision. They are much happier now that DJ is in a career he actually likes and gets the praise and recognition he deserves.

So yeah, not much else than that I have right now. Though considering I want to draw Tatiana's, Neon's, and Mama's parents, I might be also drawing DJSS's parents as well at some point. I have no idea what to do for Eve and Remi's parents, or the rest of the Sayu Crew's families, but I might get to them one day.

[twowink]

my ocntinual one true fear is ill like mix up melty and montys names and call oen of them the wrong one in a really bad instance

[meguemii]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ M. Fushiguro

Love Sick! Head canons.

navigation station🚊

megumi fushiguro’s playlist

Megumi probably has never had a crush before you, so when you show up his life completely gets flipped upside down and he has NO idea what to do

He clings to you but in a way that doesn’t make him seem like he’s in crazy love with you.. although he is. It’s kinda like following your best friend everywhere you go

puppy love. it is straight up puppy love.

he’s alllllways complimenting you. “Y/N, your hair looks really nice today” he’d say with a straight face maybe a sliiiight smile, which you would obviously thank him with a beam. And if he wasn’t smiling before he definitely is now.

Nicknames. He loves calling you by a nickname like you do for him. “You’re always calling me ‘Gumi’ or ‘Megs’ you should have a nickname too.” he’d randomly say when hanging out in your room. “What’d ya have in mind Megs?”— “hm. N/N maybe? or Angel. I kinda like angel.”

He always finds himself thinking about you— like constantly. Stalking your instagram, watching all your stories etc. The most random things would remind him of you. He’s for sure the type of guy to see something while out with Nobara and Yuji and end up buying it for you because he’d think you’d like it. He’d definitely leave it at your door with a small note. ‘Saw this while I was out today and thought it was cute -Gumi’

Always asking you to ditch the group and just hangout with him instead because he prefers it that way.

HE ASKS NOBARA FOR GIRL ADVICE. ALL. THE. TIME. What’s your favourite food? Where should he take you in a date? How should he ask you out? What’s your type? (hint: it’s him)

When Nobara isn’t around to give advice he’d go to Yuji or Yuuta and gain absolutely no knowledge, then Maki, then Panda and Inumaki who are no help either. Reluctantly he’d finally go to Gojo— smart decision? Probably not. Gojo just teased Megumi about it (in a loving way ofc)

All this guy can do is talk about you. Every single topic of conversation he somehow brings you up, which ends up getting annoying to everyone which always gets him an “just ask her out already dude.”

When he finally does get the courage to ask you on an actual date and you accept everything he did before amplifies by 100. But nonetheless everyone is happy he finally did it. Especially you.

I’ve had this in my drafts for so long i 100% forgot about it LOL. have some more megumi head canons because ILY 😗😗 Might work on some haikyuu stuff after work because i already have a fic in the making :D

Love,

Emi🩵

[0strawberrysorbet0]

𝐴 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟

𝐻𝑎𝑧𝑏𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 𝑥 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒!𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

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I AM SO SORRY WITH HOW LONG THIS TOOK I'VE BEEN SO BUSY ಥ_ಥ

The big boss himself is gonna arrive very soon (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

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Part three ← Part four → Part five

Summary: As Charlie and Vaggie are in Heaven they attend the meeting and Charlie finds out more about the boy, along with a sweet girl called Emily.

Warnings- shit, grammar and spelling mistakes, Adam mentioned, idk what else, everyone is slightly oc

There she was again, in heaven. But this time accompanied by her girlfriend for support.

Her girlfriend seemed so uncomfortable, I mean don't get her wrong she was super nervous as well Vaggie was sweating, fidgeting and awkward. Not like the hard tough girl she usually was.

It was beautiful, bright and shiny, just like her father's old bedtime stories. The whole place practically sparkled, and she was greeted by two of the most beautiful beings she had ever seen, Sera and Emily. Emily was much more bubbly than Sera so she quickly caught the blonde's attention.

To say Emily was beautiful was an understatement, her hair was soft and blended from a crisp white into a greyish blue, she had soft freckles scattered across her face which glowed a bright white, her eyes were as blue as the ocean and her wings... Were all angels this beautiful? This angelic?

They had walked around almost everywhere, Charlie just couldn't help herself from talking, I mean she was talking to an angel. A real angel. Not a fallen one like her father.

As they talked she couldn't help but notice Emily staring at an angel, he looked beautiful... blonde hair and lilac eyes. That's when it hit her... He was the angel she met after her first meeting with Adam.

"(M/N)!! Look!! It's 𝙩𝙝𝙚 princess of hell" Emily shouted and waved, (M/N) smiled at Emily and walked over "Pleasure to meet you, again.. My name is (M/N), son of Archangel Micheal, which makes us cousins" he said, placing his hand out.

Emily tilted her head "again? What does that mean? You've seen a demon before 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦!? "Doesn't matter Emi I'll tell you later"

Charlie paused before growing a massive grin. "You're my cousin? I have a cousin. Oh my god!! That's so cool!"

(M/N) didn't match her energy, instead just giving a soft smile. "Well, you should take her to the council I suppose... Good luck"

He was already taking a step before Emily tugged the boy's sleeve "C'mon you can do better than that! This is your cousin! Be nicer"

The blonde grumbled before holding out his hand, it started to glow a yellowish colour before it cleared, leaving only a small pendant in his hand, it was a golden shade and had a duck carved into it.

Charlie let out a gasp "Woah... " she admired the small pendant "Take it. For good luck. They're supposed to symbolize protection, good luck and fortune after all".

Emily softly laughed at his comment "(M/N) really likes ducks"

The boy's face turned a hot cherry colour, blending with the patches on his cheeks "Hey only a little"

"Did you make this?" Charlie asked, waving the necklace in her girlfriend's face to show it off. "Ah. No, my father gave me it, but I want you to have it"

Charlie smiled before grabbing him in a tight hug, squeezing the boy's soul out.

He did remind Charlie of her father, his hair was styled in a way she had seen her father wear before, the patches of pink on his cheeks, yet he was taller, Maybe this is similar to what her father looked like before he was banished.

And other than the looks he also liked ducks? Her father had been obsessed with them since he made them on earth, making so many figures and rubber versions.

"Well, we should go! Come on princess! Bye (N/N)!

(Nickname in case you don't know!)

Emily walked Charlie to the meeting, (M/N) decided to sit and watch this shit show.

As it started the energy was tense, to say the least.

The angels sitting in the courtroom stared at her menacingly. She felt like a sheep in a Wolf's enclosure during feeding time. Emily was sat next to Sera who had a stoic expression, Emily was the complete opposite, with a toothy smile that was filled with nervousness and a thumbs up.

This would be great. Right?

"Objection!! Lame and unoriginal!" Adam had shouted the minute Charlie opened her mouth.

The meeting was really quite boring to (M/N), what did take his interest was when she mentioned some of the demons rehabilitating, a porn star? (M/N) couldn't really understand how he was improving, all the clips were of him taking drugs and drinking.

Well, it did improve slightly. The spider demon did a few food things but that was it.

Everything was normal until they started singing, and Adam blurted out something that he shouldn't have.

At that point (M/N) had joined Emily where she was flying.

"Wait! What are you saying?! let me get this straight, you go down there and kill those poor souls?"

(I'm skipping this song because I'm not writing it all out)

In the end, the court decided that demons couldn't be redeemed, he could see the heartbreak in Emily's eyes as Adam celebrated. (M/N) draped his arm over the smaller girl.

"I-I can't believe it.. " she said, now sitting in her room with him, he nodded in response as he poured tea into a china cup for her.

"I can't believe Sera allows it! It's awful! We must put a stop to it!" She said, hitting the armrests on her chair with her fists, making a soft thump.

He stopped pouring the hot liquid and stared at her, bewildered. "What? Emi what on earth would we do" he chuckled

"I'm serious! Your father is Michael! He'll help us!"

"Emily I can't just bother my father like that, you know he's busy" he said softly, handing her the cup and she sipped it.

"Cmon.. Please... Just try? For me? Pleaseeeeeee!" She begged, hands together in a praying position "And you still haven't told me what you meant by seeing Charlie again!"

He sighed softly "fine, I shall talk to him but I cannot guarantee anything. But what I meant was my father sent my down the the Angel base in hell to collect paperwork and she was leaving a meeting with Adam. That's all"

"Oh.. But thank you!" She placed her tea down fastly and hugged him tight.

He grunted before chuckling "okay okay!"

He was dying inside, how would he get his father to listen to him about this? How could he even bring it up. But he had to, Emily was his only friend, he needed to pay her back for everything she had done for him.

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[rottenbabyfawn]

intro;

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⋅ᯓᡣ𐭩 name; emilia.

જ⁀➴ you could call me emi or em,

⋅ᯓᡣ𐭩 age; 18.

she/her ♱ 29th of december ♱ bi ♱ intp

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'm your local coquette, girlblogger doll who lurks in tumblr, most of this blog is reposts of things 'm fond of, posts about silly things on my mind or pics i found online, not sure if i'll ever post poetry or fanfics but who knows. i'll probably also post digital art here and there, just blogging my stuff here :p

what is this blog about?

well, it's mostly traditional coquette girlblogging as we know it but also reblogs (or original work in the future) of content i'm currently into from time to time.

note: the hashtag #eepyemigirlblogging is an original hashtag of mine, i created it to keep track of the original stuff *i* create, 'eepy emi' is just a silly nickname my bestfriend calls me because 'm sleepy all the time hehe.

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likes; 'm fond of lots of things! mainly the coquette community, marvel 'n DC, comic books, literature (both writing and reading), video games (specifically plot-driven ones), art, music (i love almost every genre including alt music, sometimes country too), cinema (i love all genres too, even documentaries), ballet, poetry, computer science, dolls (especially blythe dolls), horses, fashion, girly stuff, cats, fawns, coffee, sweets, chocolate, anime & manga, and the color pink.

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current hyperfixation; X-Men, specifically Logan Howlett. Avengers.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

IMPORTANT: stay away if you're:

homophobic, transphobic, racist, ableist, colorist, extremist religious, a body-shamer, a mean-spirited bully, into weird shit or overall an asshole.

[mehidktbh]

Strange Introduction

Pairing: Mafia!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and several of your co-workers decide to celebrate your whole five years of working for the company at a club. It started from harmless drinking to something else... Yet you're saved by a mysterious and handsome man, leaving you confused.

Warning: Swearing, drinking alcohol, reader is intoxicated and drunk by the end of the night. violence, unwanted touching and kissing, talk of guns and threats

A/N: This was my 3rd draft for this first chapter, which means why did it take so long for me to decide. So sorry for the wait but I wanted to make this perfect, so please tell me it's good!

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▻ Chapter 1 from the It’s Always Been You series ◅

"ChEeRs ToO... Y/N!" David drunkenly said, slurring over his words as he raises his glass which he had just gotten in the air. A series of woos and chants of your name just barely rang through your ears over the piercing music. But you were so focused on reaching your new high score for drinking that you didn't realise how drunk you actually were.

You could feel every beat of the music echoing through your head and out of your ears. The sounds of people laughing and talking only was a third of this club's noise. And yet you were spending every penny of your money that your boss gave you before letting you leave for Manhattan. The surprising and shocking raise seemed so useless now.

Who cared about buying food for the next weeks or any gas bills. sure you were going to stay in an apartment from your company but they only gave you two-three weeks to get back on your feet. And unknowningly you were about to spend everything.

But a cold hand shook you from your thinking state. Looking over Ava, your friend was trying to whisper in your ear. Despite her giggling and shaky hand. "I- 'm so happy for you Y/N!" A giggle slipped from out of you, and to everyone else, you two probably looked like two high school girls gossiping. "Thank yooooou!" Her eyes lightly ranked over your skimpy dress, the sparkly material was beautiful against your skin.

The thin straps which were before supporting you fully at the start of the night. One was slowly slipping off your shoulder, and your cleavage was covered up with a puffy jacket as well but was now discarded to the side. But looking back up her eyes met yours, a smile also greeting yours back.

♡ ♡ ♡

(Simon's 3rd POV)

Sitting down Simon leaned far back into the leather booth, the cuffs on his suit rolled up slightly. Exposing his arm hair and very expensive watch, which he looked at briefly. A sigh came from him as he turned his attention to the men in front of him. "Mr, Riley." He hummed his eyes digging into his as he waited to hear this guys propose for the 10th time tonight.

"If you take us not only will you get double... even triple the shipments. But in return, we'll need your full support in all trouble." Simon studies the files in front again, not fully in his mind to accept this guy and instead all he wants to do is leave. Let alone just wanting to be left alone.

"And what would that include?" Simon roughly includes, his eyes flickering over to the bodyguard standing behind him. A feeling of piercing eyes fucking stalking his every move is starting to piss him off. As if he's going to take a gun out and shoot the fuck out of his guy. "Any interference goes to you-" Soap cuts him off, having enough just as much as Simon is.

"How can we trus' ya?" Soap's voice is sharp and fierce, just like his fist punching the table he truly knows how to make someone piss their pants. "Uhm well... I'll have you know we've never gone behind anyone's back. Especially not you, sir." He turns his head towards Soap, a single tear of sweat neatly rolls down his forehead. A smirk just barely seen by Soap through the dark corner of this booth.

Simon can feel Soap turn his head towards him, his eyes meet him before a single nod from Simon ends everything. The guy across sighs loudly, like a gust of air, just left his body or maybe that was his fear. But now he was slightly smiling, neatly sliding the paper over to Simon to sign. The pen from his suit pulled out and clicked yet the sound of writing never came. Only something else caught his attention...?

♡ ♡ ♡

Finishing up in the bathroom you flushed, pushing open the cubicle door only to be startled. "Shit-! You scared me!" Laughing, a hand on your head you jumped when you rounded the corner. Your co-worker stood there, waiting for you. A slightly evil yet funny twisted grin on his face like he was joking but he was planning to do something. Yet all those red flags went right passed you as you stumbled over to the sink. Washing your hands quickly, not noticing how close he had gotten to you until you turned around.

Nearly bumping heads you two stared at each other for a moment, your mind completely ignoring the fact he was in the girls' bathroom. His eyes obviously not meeting yours as he blatantly stared at your breasts. Yet you still had no idea, only the face he was so close his breath could be felt against yours.

"We should go bAcK to the others" Slurring your words you stumbled around him, leaving the room but not before his hand reached out to grab yours. He dragged you along to a more quiet place but you hadn't realised until you both were so far away from the crowd. "Jack wha' are you doing?" He smirked again, having no idea what he was doing but somehow having made up his mind ages ago. You figured he was waiting to talk about something privately but now you realised.

Sure he's always been that co-worker perv in every workplace but you never knew he'd actually go as far as this. He's had his eyes on you from day one and the only reason he came was to probably do this to you. Going so far as to follow you to the bathroom and even more disgusting that he most defiantly planned this out beforehand.

Your train of thought broke when he started to caress your body, carelessly kissing and attacking your neck. Squeezing your hips harder when you tried to push him away, your pleads fell deaf to his ears. "Stop, Y/N." He said firmly, his tone of voice giving you the sign that if you didn't he'd do something. Shaking your head you tried to break away again, the palms of your hands gripped his hair as you shoved him back. Hard.

"Why do you have to be such a-" "A what?" Jack turned around, his hand fell from his hair from where you pulled. And you weakly looked up, your eyes studying the men who had seemingly came from thin air. Jack instantly let his guard not, a slight chuckle broke the tension. "Come on man, we- she was only playing" His hands threw to you, the man's eyes quickly turned to you. Taking in your slightly ruined makeup and intoxicated posture. But your eyes said so much more for someone he only met.

"Get the hell out of here." His rough and dark voice sent shivers down your neck, making every hair stand up. Which was enough for Jack to nod instantly, turning around to grab your arm. Before he was stopped and shoved forcefully, but without turning around he left. Getting the signal if he turned around he may not leave tonight with his face intact.

So he left you, not looking back before he blended in with the crowd. Leaving you alone with the man. "Are you okay?" He asked looking down, yet not meeting your eyes as you nodded, sucking up the flood of tears threatening to escape. "Yeah, yeah. I'm good" But he said nothing, feeling his eyes take in every detail of you. To your face and pupils to your shaking legs and ragged breath. Yet having never meeting you before he gladly handed over his hankerchief.

You looked up scared shitless he was going to pull out a gun, the one you could clearly see sticking out from his suit shirt. His large hand reached into his front pocket, pulling the white handkerchief out before handing it to you. His veiny and massive fingers nearly swallowed your hand whole. And shakily taking it from him you thanked him sweetly and quietly, wiping the tears and stains from your eyes. Just about to hand it back before you noticed...

He was gone.

[adampage]

KAZUSSY??? YOU BETTER STOP FJFJDHD 💀💀🤣🤣

WHY??? everyone else gets to say crazy shit 😭

[itzkingbo]

୨⎯ "suffering from boredom" BNHA smau texts w/ my OC .ೃ࿐ Emi Fujikawa PART TWO!!

[ part one , oc list , request form ]

[Includes: denki kaminari, mirio togata, keigo takami]

[warnings: curse words, use of oc]

[A/N: okay i saw everyone really liked the first so heres more! im really gonna need some prompts soon cause my little brain is running out of ideas aleady!! thank yoouu]

- d. kaminari

- m. togata

- k. takami / hawks

[erigold13261]

Okay, I know you guys hate Matvey, but I am still so happy you "like" him enough to ask questions about him! (obviously not like as in endorse or whatever)

Makes me happy that people care about my OCs, even if they are irredeemable assholes.

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight II Chapter Eleven

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 3201

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“Mai knows?” 

“Does she know about what?” 

“About your budding problems with Emi?” 

“Why would she know? She has her own problems and doesn’t need to know about mine.” You were sitting in the passenger seat of a vacant parking space near your apartment. As fate would have it, it started raining shortly after you entered the nightclub owned by your old gang mates. Sure enough, the weather forecast for today was spot on. “It’s not really a problem, it’s just a momentary lack of trust, that’s all.” 

“Really?” Tomoko shifted behind the wheel to get a better look at you. “Y/n look at me.” 

Your eyes followed the raindrops that were sliding down the window, sparkling in the light of the nearby streetlamps. 

“Y/n.” This time you listened and were surprised by what you saw on the woman's face. Concern was written all over it. “I know how much you cared about building a good relationship and starting a family, but maybe Emi isn't the one you were waiting for?” 

“If you're referring to what happened ages ago, then you're wrong. It can be fixed. Emi is not like Emiko.” 

“I never said she was.” Tomoko looked away for a split second before meeting your eyes again. “I know Emi seemed mature and sensible to you, but you have to admit to yourself that you’ve been spending more and more time apart.” 

“I have a lot of work to do, and the new murders aren’t helping to reduce it, that’s all.” 

“Y/n.” 

“Really. I have an appointment with Emi’s father to talk…” 

“Huh?” She blinked a few times in surprise. “Old Nakayabashi wants to talk to you?” 

“Actually, he wants to explain everything to me, from the very beginning.” You leaned the back of your head against the headrest and began to watch the raindrops again. “He was surprised that his daughter hid the fact that she had been suspended from work from me. He even asked me if she had taken any drugs... I have no idea what this is about, because I have never heard anyone say that Emi has ever taken illegal substances. She even avoids medication...” 

“Maybe it was the medication, not necessarily the drugs themselves.” You looked at her and raised an eyebrow, to which Tomoko shrugged. “It's not uncommon for some people to become addicted to strong painkillers.” She sighed quietly. “You know how it was with mom.” 

“Mom was sick and this helped her.” Your tone had become a little dry, but you had to admit your sister was right. “Emi never mentioned any injuries or other health issues.” 

“Maybe it’s something you don’t need to know about because it doesn’t really interfere with her functioning and she’s just being dramatic?” She looked at you again. “Or there’s something you can’t find out about.” 

“Are you suggesting she keeps more secrets from me?” 

The dark-haired woman shrugged in response, and you tightened your hand on the pocket of your jacket, where you had stuffed a large stack of bills about 2 hours ago. Tomoko gave you a small percentage of her own profit for the sake of a damaged shirt. Sanzu tore your collar on one side, but it could have ended with something much worse. 

“Whatever. Her old man wants to talk to you, okay. So be it. I guess this will be the first time he’s ever approached you, huh?” 

“Yeah. Surprising, huh?” 

“Very. Maybe even suspicious.” 

“Suspicious?” You looked at your sister. “What the hell would he do to me?” 

“Sell you to his wife?” 

“Fuck, Ko-chan…” You rubbed your forehead with your hand and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Are you serious?” 

“How do you know what Emi told her? The old bitch might want revenge on you. You know old Nakayabashi would eat shit if she forced him to, and he’d thank her too.” 

You winced, trying not to imagine it. “You’re disgusting, you know that? Besides… Why do you keep asking me about her. What does it matter to you whether I want to clarify a few things with her or not? It’s my business whether I want to reconcile with her and commit to her for the rest of my life or break up and…” You fell silent and, not knowing what to say next, you closed your mouth. 

There was silence in the car, interrupted only by raindrops gently hitting the windows and body of the car. 

“You know, little brother…” Tomoko spoke after a few minutes, and the gentleness of her tone made you look at her more closely. “Mai knew what she wanted, and it was easier for her to arrange her life. I knew what I wanted and since I couldn’t get it, I’m going to destroy it.” She smiled at you sadly. “Don’t try to preach morals to me.” Her face twisted unpleasantly, and her voice dripped with venom, even hatred. “I hate seeing him happy. With all the remnants of my heart, even the smallest. But you…” She took on her previous expression and tone. “You want everything and if it continues like this, you will be left with nothing. You cannot have someone who is the only one for you while also having a beloved wife who will give you an heir. And you also cannot have a child with someone who has nested in your heart the deepest, because it is physically impossible. Knowing you, betrayal would be out of the question, and finding a woman willing to make arrangements is not as easy as it seems. You have to make a choice, and I personally advise you to give up Emi.” 

You looked at her in surprise and pouted your lip slightly. “It's weird listening to your advice, Ko-chan.” You said honestly. “Even if it's good, I'm not used to this behavior from you.” 

“Fuck you.” The woman grumbled, snorting quietly, and you smiled. 

“Thank you. The final decision is mine anyway. You're right that I can't have everything, that's true.” 

“Do whatever you want, just don't bother me later and cry.” 

“I won't.” You grumbled and opened the car door. “Thanks for today, Ko-chan. If you heard I didn't show up for work on Monday, it'll probably be certain I'm already dead.” 

“Mikey gave the order, so you'll be fine. Don't be so dramatic.” 

“You said it yourself, Sanzu has changed.” 

“His King's words are sacred to him. Have a peaceful Sunday.” Your sister said goodbye to you and as soon as you closed the passenger door, she drove off, leaving you in the wet parking lot all alone. 

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The order has been paid successfully. Thank you. 

Please wait for an email with an order status update. 

You sat motionless in front of your computer screen, staring at the message displayed, and you felt an emptiness inside you that slowly began to turn into uncertainty. However, that quickly turned into a feeling of righteousness, especially when you still had access to the contents of the order. 

A wooden, reinforced bed frame for two people and two double-sided mattresses of different firmness, which you could choose for half the price. 

Yes. You did it. You bought a bed. 

No. You didn't have to go to the furniture store because you literally chose the same one you were already sleeping on and you knew it was perfect for you, made for you. 

You pursed your lips and closed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and nodding. Yes, if Emi wouldn't be happy about this, it was her problem and hers alone. She will be able to continue sleeping on the futon next to YOUR bed. No problem. Just a little revenge for hiding such important things from you, like being suspended from work. 

You turned off your computer, stood up from your chair and stretched hard, making a quiet cracking sound in your spine. You winced slightly and gave a quick glance at the photo on the shelf. 

Maybe Tomoko was right about the woman? It didn't matter to you now. You were tired and seeing that the small hand of the clock was dangerously close to the number 4, you sighed quietly and went to the bedroom to get at least some half-restful sleep. 

You settled down on your futon, feeling somewhat comfortable, and with the certainty that in a few days you would be able to start sleeping even better, you closed your eyes and began to feel calm and sleep... 

*knock, knock, knock* 

You ignored the sound, hoping it was your own imagination playing tricks on you, but when it repeated, louder this time, you opened your eyes and began to look at the ceiling, where you could see a strip of light from a streetlamp. 

*knock, knock, knock* 

You stood up quickly and walked to the front door with your heart pounding, and as soon as you looked through the peephole, you were greeted with a sight that made your heart stop immediately. 

On the other side of the door, an eye with a bright iris and dilated pupil tried to look in, and as soon as it moved away and you could see more of the face, you were shocked. 

The pink-haired man was wearing a black mask that effectively covered the lower half of his face. He looked around the hall casually, and just as he was getting ready to probably bang on your apartment door, you unlocked it and opened it. 

You looked at each other in complete silence for a moment, and the man looked at you critically, causing you to feel uneasy. 

Haruchiyo Sanzu entered your apartment, pushing you through the doorway and you closed the door behind him, wondering if this was really a good idea. 

“Did something happen?” You began uncertainly, watching every single move of the man who was currently looking at everything, as if checking if everything was clean enough, which reminded you of his cleanliness obsession, which seemed absurdly comical to you compared to what you knew the gangster was in after dealing with traitors. 

“Let's get this over with.” He replied, taking off his face mask, which he folded neatly and put in his jacket pocket. 

“I thought you'd want to rest after the night first... Get used to the idea that you've been chosen to work with me...” 

Sanzu looked at you with a cold expression, although there was a strange glint in his eyes. 

“This way.” You said, walking past him without waiting for his answer and heading to your small office. 

“It's poor here.” He commented as he followed you into the room and headed towards your desk, where he sat down comfortably enough on your chair. “Does the police pay that little?” 

“They pay me enough.” You replied, placing an extra chair next to the man, which had been standing against one of the walls until now. 

“Your wife?” He nodded at the photograph on the shelf. 

"Girlfriend." You replied after a moment. 

Sanzu snorted contemptuously and you felt slightly offended. 

“And you? Do you have someone to live with?” 

The man laughed quietly. “I’m too young to be in a permanent relationship, and I don’t have time for such bullshit.” 

“Ah. So those two young girls from a few months ago who were found with cuts from something bigger than a knife, weren’t your doing?” You asked, turning on your computer. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Haruchiyo’s voice was icy cold, and his gaze almost burned, but you shrugged it off. 

“I’ll need some coffee. I didn’t get a chance to sleep after coming back from the Haitani’s club.” You stood up from your chair and started to head for the door. “Do you want some too?” 

“Your swill cannot satisfy my taste buds.” 

“Okay. I just asked.” You said and soon after, the very pleasant smell of freshly brewed coffee spread throughout the apartment, which to your surprise lured the pink-haired gangster into your small kitchen. “Maybe you'd like one cup after all?” 

“You’re too friendly.” The man started, taking your cup of coffee in his hand and lifting it up so he could smell the drink. “I knew from the start that something was fucking wrong with you, but this? You let me into your apartment without demanding an explanation, knowing full well that I threatened to kill you. Hell, I promised you that next time I’d kill you if our paths crossed again.” He set the cup on the cabinet right next to the coffee machine. “You talk to me like you never left the gang and we’re still good buddies, L/n. Those days are over. What the fuck are you on about?” 

“Bonten has a problem with Yuu, and so does the police. I have an agreement with Mikey, and he gave you an order that until Yuji falls into your hands, you are not to harm me.” You explained calmly, carefully looking at Sanzu, whose bright eyes did not leave your face. “In addition, there is the problem of the murdered Takenaka and something that was stolen from him. I am in the process of solving this case, and to be honest, I thought you would help me only after I catch his killer. That was the deal, after all. Why the rush, Sanzu?” 

The man was silent for a long moment, looking you straight in the eye, as if he wanted to see which of you would look away first. 

You felt a not-so-pleasant shiver run down your spine, and seeing the corners of his mouth twitch in a smile that was forming, your anxiety only deepened. 

“Years ago, you made a decision and left the gang to join the other side of the barricade. By betraying Mikey, you became the enemy. Let's just say the sooner we get Yuu, the sooner I can blow your fucking head off.” 

The tone of his voice that you always enjoyed listening to was dripping with the venom that was always reserved for people Sanzu despised made your heart skip a beat. 

“Let's finally clear something up, Sanzu.” You began as calmly as you could, though to your dismay the first syllables sounded a little too shaky. “I wanted to offer Mikey that I join the police, to help the gang from the other side if needed. And I did. I never wanted to leave the gang and the only reason I did it was because of you.” The pink-haired man raised an eyebrow, his smile starting to fade. “You told me to fuck off, immediately labeling me a traitor and enemy number one.” 

“Mikey agreed to let you go, so he considered you worthless as well.” 

If only you knew what I do for Bonten. What I do for you, you idiot. 

“You know I’m not in the police force to bust gangs and primarily hurt Bonten?” You asked after a moment. 

“One doesn’t exclude the other.” He tilted his head slightly to the side. “Thefts, break-ins, assaults, kidnappings, and murders… Anything that could harm us.” 

“And yet, I’m one of the few people who can help you find Takenaka’s killer.” 

The man shook his head. “Nothing we can’t handle ourselves.” 

“And yet Mikey thought otherwise.” 

“Tch. Or maybe you’re just motivation?” He glared at you contemptuously. 

“Motivation?” 

The man leaned forward slightly and laughed quietly. “Well, you know, we’ll close this case and I can…” He made a gesture of shooting you in the head. “Bang.” 

Your blood boiled in your veins, but you decided to pretend that his gesture didn’t impress you. 

“Oh? You’ll just shoot me?” Sanzu’s eyes narrowed slightly at your reaction, letting you know he was expecting a slightly different reaction. “I thought you’d want to use your katana on me. You know, like you did with Mucho.” 

The pink-haired man’s eyes widened, and he gasped quietly. “Don’t ever say his name in my presence, you son of a bitch.” He grimaced, his lips stretching into a cruel smile. “But if you insist, I can slightly modify my plan for dealing with you.” 

“Hmm. Wonderful.” You said, turning towards the cabinet you had started to open. “Do you want coffee with sugar or black?” 

“Huh?” 

You looked at him and only miraculously managed not to burst out laughing at the surprise, and even confusion on the gangster’s face. 

“Coffee. Do you want it sweet or not?” 

“No.” He replied, still trying to understand what was happening. 

“Cream?” 

“No, thank you.” 

You poured the still hot coffee into the second cup and heard a loud snort from the man, so you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“What is wrong with you, L/n? Fuck...” He looked at you again, but this time not with contempt, but rather with disbelief. “We are not buddies! Why do you still act like we are?” 

You couldn't find the right answer to that. You couldn't tell him that... What? That not so long ago you had something much more than camaraderie and friendship? That was before the time-leaping! So, it didn't really happen at all. You couldn't tell him that you loved him... 

“What's the harm?” You asked, shrugging slightly. “I don't expect you to warm up our relations.” There was a strange glint in his eyes, which you didn't necessarily perceive as a bad thing. “Let's do our thing, right? Let's get Junko's murderer, let's get Yuu.” You handed the gangster a cup of coffee, which he took carefully, trying not to spill the hot drink. “And then, if Mikey doesn't change his mind, you'll just kill me and go back to your happy life without having to think about whether I'll hurt Bonten or not. Does this arrangement suit you?” 

“You’re just going to let me kill you?” He asked in a dispassionate tone, slowly lifting his gaze from the coffee to your eyes. 

“No. Of course I’ll fight.” You took a sip from your cup. “Who do you take me for? I joined the police, but that doesn’t mean I’ve softened.” 

The scarred corners of Haruchiyo's mouth slowly lifted, and a joyful spark appeared in his bright eyes. 

"I'll hold you to your word, L/n. You could use a good beating." 

"Now that we've cleared something up, how about we get to work?" You headed back to your office, feeling the almost burning gaze of Sanzu on your back, who you assumed was just starting to come up with new scenarios in his twisted mind to deal with you. 

“What do you already know about Takenaka?” The gangster asked suddenly, sitting back down in your chair in front of your desk. 

“I have everything in separate files.” You opened the appropriate folder on your computer and signaled the man with your hand that he could familiarize himself with the data. “I can tell you the rest, because this information is only in the official case files, at the police station.” 

“That suits me.” The man grumbled, starting to look through the contents of the folder, every now and then taking a small sip of coffee from his cup, which he still held in one hand. 

<PREVIOUS/NEXT>

[meguemii]

Throwing Rocks at Your Window.

Synopsis- in which you and your boyfriend satoru gojo and you have a silly argument but you have to go home quickly before saying goodbye to him and you end up getting your phone taken away for a week. Satoru shows up at your window because you haven’t been responding to his texts and calls.

Warnings- A very small cut in your forehead, nothing crazy. FLUFF AND SILLY CRY BABY GOJO.

word count- 1.8k

navigation station🚉.

gojo satoru’s playlist🎧. (kinda angsty LOL)

Emi’s notes- you guys know i literally never proofread my works. this is such an american romcom LOL.

You had been hanging out with everyone on a friday afternoon after school grabbing food and doing some shopping. It was pretty hot for a spring day and you had been talking with Shoko and Haibara about a show you guys watch. The other two were teasing Nanami about stupid stuff. After stuffing your face for 10 minutes and laughing you ass off, your throat started to get dry. Asking your oh so sweet and loving boyfriend to grab you a drink so you could keep talking with your friends. “Get it yourself you rat” he replied in a sassy tone because of course you HAD to date a sassy man. “Satoru Gojo, i’m literally be parched don’t be a jerk!” you retorted as crossed your arms with a ‘hmph’ “Yes Satoru, go get the love and light of your life a soda” Suguru mocked him. Nanami also chimed in telling Gojonto be a gentleman.Gojo rolled his eyes telling nanami to shut up and once again told you to get it yourself “stop being a lazy mole rat and get yourself a drink” he stuck his tongue out at you like a child and you rolled your eyes. “Screw you Satoru” you said slumping in your chair. “I can get you something to drink” Haibara offered and you turned him down with a smile saying it was okay.

Checking your phone as it buzzed notifying you that you had gotten a text. ‘Get your butt home!’ from your mother. “Oh here we go.” you huffed as you collected your things saying your goodbyes and that you had to go, quickly scurrying off to get home and see what your mom was mad at you for.

“Where’s she going?” Gojo asked as he watched you leave. “She’s pissed and said she didn’t want to be near you” Shoko chuckled evilly as she stirred the pot, out of love of course. Any chance to scare Gojo she would take in a heartbeat. He started to feel bad about it and texted you an apology quickly after.

You arrived home to find your parents at the kitchen table seeing a pack of smokes and a lighter laying on the table, mumbling a small “shit” under your breathe. “Y/N M/N L/N, Care to explain?” Your mother asked with a ticked off look on her face. Trying to find a million excuses in a matter of milliseconds, “They’re Ieri’s, she left them here the other day when she spent the night. I swear.” Crossing your heart hoping she’d believe your lie, as well as to try and prove your false innocence. “Grounded. Hand me your phone.” your father said flatly. “But I told you they weren’t mine!”you protested just as any teenager in trouble would. “Even if they are Ieri’s why would you let her leave them here?” your mother asked as she pinched the bridge of her nose in disappointment. “She was literally supposed to sleepover this weekend and said she’d grab them then!” another excuse, you were on a roll! “Give them back on monday. I never want to see another cigarette in this home unless it’s your father’s.” you grumbled in anger handing over your phone and retreating to your room. “I’m calling Ieri and tellingnl her your sleepover is canceled! You’re not going anywhere for a week!” you heard your mother shout from the kitchen. “Whatever!” you shouted back.

Great. Now you’d be bored all weekend without any human interaction besides speaking to your parents. Maybe you’d catch up on your actual schoolwork since you couldn’t train.

Entertaining yourself with music from your ipod, and reading all weekend. You couldn’t help but snort to yourself recalling friday afternoon and that stupid argument you had with Satoru, you wondered if he missed you or if he wondered where you’ve been all weekend as it was a sunday night.

Little did you know that he was panicked and distraught all weekend thinking you were ignoring him because you were actually mad. You guys had ‘fought’ and then you ran off and started ignoring his text messages and calls all going straight to voicemail. “C’mon Y/N pick up” he whined as he dragged out the ‘p’. “Hi this is Y/N! Can’t talk right now! Leave a message but only if it’s worth listening to!” That was literally the only thing he’s heard you say all weekend. A prerecorded message, he even called your house phone and your dad picked up saying to leave her alone which really scared him. Did you tell your parents you hated him?

He quicking dialled Suguru’s number, waiting forever for him to pick up. A groggy voice picked up the phone “Satoru it’s 11:45pm on a sunday night. what could you possibly need?” He said while yawning making it clear that he had been woken up. “Have you heard from

Y/N?” he frantically asked. “No? We never text or call, I don’t even think I have her number saved. Is that all you need? Because if so I am going back to sleep. Do not disturb my slumber again.” Satoru scoffed at Suguru’s attitude. “Okay for starters don’t be rude. Secondly she hasn’t been answering me at all this weekend and I called her home phone and her dad told me to leave her alone!” He whined, god he was such a baby. “She hates you man. Maybe you should have gotten her that drink.” he teased his crybaby friend. “Dude I’m being serious. What if she hates me and wants to break up? What do I do?” He cried out clearly scared his girlfriend *does* hate him. “I don’t know man, maybe she wants you to apologize in person. Girl’s like that romantic shit.” Gojo threw himself backwards into his bed as he sighed in frustration with himself. How could he be so stupid? All she wanted was a drink and he couldn’t even get that for her? what a joke. he thought to himself and thanked Suguru saying that was a good idea and saying a quick goodnight before hanging up and getting ready to leave.

It was around midnight and you were so close to falling asleep, to the point your music would cut out as you drifted only to snap back awake and started hearing it again and something else, sounded like something got knocked over in your room. Freaking out and sitting up while reaching to turn your lamp on, you heard it again. Something was hitting your window. Was it a curse?? Was there a curse outside of your house? You groaned in annoyance as you got up, tossing your ipod and headphones somewhere and scuffled over to check your window while pretty much tripping over your feet to see what was outside, pulling your curtains. Without actually checked you whipped your window open and yelled “are you serious right n-�� SMACK. A rock flew straight at your face and collided with your forehead. Stumbling backwards and rubbing your poor forehead, positive you had the indent of a rock there. An “Oh shit!” could be heard from outside. Of course It was your idiot boyfriend throwing rocks at your window.

Marching right back to where you were previously standing at your window. “Are you kidding me right now?!” Looking down to see the white haired teen looking up sheepishly at you. Staring down in disbelief, had he really walked to your house in the middle of the night to throw rocks at your face? “Can we talk?” he shouted up you, his face full of concern. “I wanted to apologize!” You laughed at him “You wanted to show up at my house in the middle of the night to throw a rock at my face only so you could say sorry?” you joked with him. You weren’t mad, more so amused.

“What? No! I wanted to apologize for making you hate me! I don’t want you to dump me! I should have gotten you a soda the other day, and I clearly upset you because you’re mad at me!” You paused and tried to stifle your laughter. He did this because he thought you were actually mad at him about that? ‘He’s such a poor soul’ you thought to yourself. He looked like he rushed over here, his hair was disheveled, his shoes were unlaced and he was wearing weird halloween pyjama pants. What a sight to see, if you had your phone, you’d take a photo.

“I don’t hate you and I don’t want to break up!— hold on let me come down and explain!” Quickly and quietly creeping through the halls of your home to get outside, passing your parents room you closed their door quietly. Throwing on your shoes and running outside to greet the boy, you were immediately met with a bear hug as he buried his head into the crook of your neck thanking you for not breaking up with him. You smiled and patted the back of his head while giggling. This was so funny to you.

He finally pulled away as you playfully smiled at him. “I got grounded and my parents took away my phone, that’s why I haven’t been answering you.” His mouth immediately falling into the shape of an ‘O’. “And I left because I got a text from my mom telling me to come home.” you finished your story, wasn’t a very long one but it cleared up the misunderstanding. “How long are you grounded for?” he asked, hoping you’d say only for the weekend. “A week” you sighed and hung your head low in a dramatic shame. Satoru groaned in annoyance and flicked your head. “Moron. Try not to get in trouble anymore.”

And that was that, the two of you talked as you sat in the front yard just talking and staring up at the stars. Satoru explained how he had been worried all weekend and what mental torture he had been going through. It was probably around 2am now and you had said your good nights and that you’d see each other in a few hours. “I love you Satoru.” You said as you hugged him goodnight, he kissed your forehead and said goodnight as well, adding a ‘rat’ at the end teasing you, and you stuck your tongue out watching him as he walked away waving bye to you. Smiling to yourself as you walked back into your house. Kicking your shoes off and quietly creeping back to your room, unaware your parent’s door was now open. Opening your own door to see your mother sitting on your bed with her arms crossed. “Make that 3 weeks.” you groaned and through your head back.

Bonus!

You walked into school late as you had gotten no sleep as you had gotten a lecture from your mom about sneaking out especially when you were already in trouble. The bags under your eyes looked like a literal black hole. You opened the classroom door being greeted by Yaga with a “you’re late L/N. Go sit down.” shuffling over to your seat and leaning over to Satoru’s desk you whispered “make that 3 weeks” which resulted in him standing up and frantically yelling about how that’s not fair.

WOWOWOW— WHO KNEW I WAS ACTUALLY BACK TO POSTING MORE THAN ONCE A MONTH AGAIN?!!?! me when i have time on my hands🧍‍♀️

Silly gojo, what a meanie. (¬_¬) we stan him either way. I always hope my fics are good, i haven’t written anything for gojo in a long time and i crave silly blue eyes man constantly. lmk if you wanna see more of him >w<

reblogs and comments are vv appreciated ٩( 'ω' )و

much love, emi!🩷

tags- feel free to ask to be added ! :3

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[wesleysjournal]

About the Blog

Currently Playing: Endwalker 6.1

I'm Wren ( @feyringo ), this is a blog for my little fella, Wesley. You'll find my chitchatting posts tagged as "wren chirps".

Expect to be referenced here: My original stories, FFXII, FFXIV, Pokémon, TTRPGs (D&D), and more!

About Wesley

B A S I C S

Full Name: Wesley Brandt (Ashlocke in FFXIV)

Age: 20~23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: He/him

O T H E R

FFXIV World: Zalera [Crystal]

Family: Emi Ashlocke (sister, adopted) [FFXIV]

Hometown: Rabanastre, Dalmasca [FFXIV]

Job/Class: BRD, RDM [FFXIV], Valor Bard [D&D]

Phobias: Abandonment! \o/

Guilty Pleasures: Pastries 🥐 , singing and dancing ✨

Hobbies: Singing 🎶 , studying 📚, whittling little figures 🪵

M O R A L S

Alignment: Neutral Good

Sins: lust / greed / envy / gluttony / pride / wrath / sloth

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

T H I S or T H A T

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable/ agreeable / in-between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic/ pessimistic/ realistic

traditional / modern / in-between

hard-working / lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Wesley x Kyler (WesKy), Wesley x Kyler x Thancred (WesKyThan), Wesley x Thancred (WesThan) 💕

Acceptable ships: Wolstinien, Wolmeric, Wolchefant 🥰

BROTP: Lyse, Tataru ✨

NOTP: ...Zenos 👊

[sketcheddaydreams]

Hihi!! Can we have a tree level of any human fnaf fictive?? Ty if you’ll do this!! Understandable if you won’t!!

Thank you for your request!! we are SO sorry for how long this took, and we hope you enjoy your human fnaf headmate!

[disclaimer: we knew very little about this source and the characters so we apologize for any and all inaccuracies]

|| New plant incoming ||

Character: Charlotte Emily

Name[s] - Charlotte, Charlie, Emily, Emi, Marionette, Puppet, Monette, Mazye, Emilyn 

Age - ChronoAge: 12-15 // PermaAge: 17-20

Gender[s] - GirlFlip[Girl to Agender + GenderFae], Marionettemistress, Puppetic, Iloric, Melancholiangelic, Sadbodiment, ExpressionFluid, Protecticxeno, Gaurdiangender, Distressic

Sexuality[s]/Orientation - Birose[sexual/romantic], Hyperplatonic, Anaesthetic

Role[s] - Caretaker/Caregiver, Masker, guilt holder, Hypoempathy [hyper empathy] holder

3rd person pronouns - she/her, sh3/h3r, tei/ter, sae/saer, e/em, thxy/thxm, puppet/puppetself, mari/marionette, string/strings, help/helper, pro/protect, li/life, de/death, bre/breath, last/lastself, cry/cries, sob/sobs, hope/hopeless, venge/vengeance, bo/bold, guard/guardian, dis/distress, 💔/💔s, 🎭/🎭s, 🔪/🔪s, 💧/💧s, ☂️/☂️s 

2nd person pronouns - you/yours/yourself, puppet/puppeteers/puppeteerself, fea/fears/fearself, protect/protectors/protectorself, tea/tears/tearself, distress/distressers/distresserself, mar/marionettes/marionetteself, mask/maskers/maskerself

1st person pronouns - I/me/my/mine/myself, pi/pup/puppet/puppetine/puppetself, pro/pre/pry/protect/protectorself, up/ups/upset/upsetine/upsetself, lo/lov/love/lover/loveself, ho/hop/hope/hopeine/hopeself, gho/ghos/ghost/ghostine/ghostself, po/poss/possess, possessine/possessself 

Species - Human // Human Ghost // Transspecies: Puppet/Marionette

Source [if applicable] - FNAF [Charlotte Emily]

Likes - helping people, vengeance, paranormality, dramatic theater[/etc] masks, the rain, building robots, entertaining kids

Dislikes - seeing the innocent hurt/killed, funerals, being alone, shallow water, blank paper

Typing quirk - adds an extra “s”, replaces “o” with “*” [e.g pi wass trying t* help but they ign*red h*p… l* h*pe l* didn’t sscare them.]

Fun fact - Stays up late cleaning after parties/events/or just when things have gotten messy, so that when others get up everything is clean and ready for them [either irl or–most likely–headspace]. 

Kin list - Trans[species]Marionette/Puppet, WaterVapor[object?]Kin, Crying[concept]Kin, Avian[CladoTherian], Bowhead WhaleKin, Vampire BatHearted, Porcupine[therian]

Fave time of day - Morning [7:23 am or 07:23 for military time]

Faceclaim -

[1 // 2]

CisIDs - CisGhost, CisPale, CisDepressed, CisAPD, CisProtective, CisBrownHair, CisTeen, CisFearful, CisHighIQ, CisUnconditionalLover, CisHelpful, CisBrownEyes

TransIDs - Trans[species]Puppet/Marionette, PermaRaining, TransPierced, TransRedHead, TrisEyeBags, TransFloaterHead, TransCrushedRibs, Quasisolwireamian, TrisPTSD, TransLovesick, LoveAbled, TransAmputee, PermaAge[17-20yrs], TransMaturity, TransNullChildhood

Paras - FictoAAM //⚱️// 👻 // 🔪🫀

Other ids - OpLD, ImDD, NeuroXenic, RebornQueer

Violence level - 3.88

Journal entry - “gh* g*t t* ssee a l*t *f kidss t*day… h*wever m*sst *f them were unwell, pi wissh pi c*uld help them. But n* w*rriess, pr* will when they inevitably passs *r perhapss mask c*uld try and prevent them fr*m passsing? L*’d have t* l**k m*re int* that as medical sstuff hass never been pry thing… Maybe a machine w*uld help! Well up g*tta g* w*rk *n that, ssee ya!”

[translation: “gho got to see a lot of kids today… however most of them were unwell, pi wish pi could help them. But no worries, pro will when they inevitably pass or perhaps mask could try and prevent them from passing? Lo’d have to look more into that as medical stuff has never been pry thing… Maybe a machine would help! Well up gotta go work on that, see ya!]

Remember: headmates almost never form exactly as depicted here. You can also alter anything on here to better fit your system and needs!

|| Plant packaged and sent ||

Plant grown by: Tree + Charlie // Fred/fern + Citrus Boy

Response by: Tree

Translation by: Tree + s a d Farmer

[warcats-cat]

The Lost Place

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and I wasn't sure if I should post it or not but after the last one I feel like y'all might need something actually good quality. For my beloved @thecrowslullaby <3

It's a short one so please let me know if I'm missing any tags.

Link to Ao3

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Janus pulled the blanket as tight as he could around himself; it trailed out behind him rustling the leaves, and though the night was rather warm, the dark colors gave him a little more feeling of cover in the wide open woods. He held the edges of the blanket with one hand, forming a gap with a makeshift hood; the other hand pressed carefully over his left eye.

A possum fixed its eyes on him, like wide blank marbles reflecting the moonlight above. He shivered, trying to move faster. The night lay almost silent around him, save for the buzzing of insects underfoot. It seemed not even the fireflies wanted to show their lights and risk being caught. 

"Well, hello, little one," a voice to Janus' right startled the boy, and he jumped, his feet becoming tangled in the blanket. 

It was obviously a Spirit of some kind; they had a humanoid face and body shape, but their skin was pale pink and dusted with silver, almost like the expensive wedding cakes Janus had seen at festivals in town. The Spirit's eyes also gave them away: a lovely, soft brown with all white irises, shaped like little stars. Their clothing was simple, a flowing shirt and riding pants, and they had a rainbow flower crown twined expertly into their hair. 

Janus pushed himself a little farther away, dragging his blanket through the dirt. 

"Oh, come now. None of that." The Spirit said, smiling, as they offered Janus a hand. "I mean you no harm, on my honor."

Instead, they plopped into the dirt across from Janus, crossing their legs and continuing to smile at him. 

Still, Janus held his tongue, pulling the blanket ever tighter with both hands now. One edge slipped and barely touched the cut on his forehead, and he huffed; trying to ignore the pain of the fresh wound. He stared up at the Spirit for a while, wondering if maybe they would grow bored and leave him alone. 

They sat for a while like that, listening to crickets and other night-bugs, and staring at each other. 

"You can call me Emi, if you like." The Spirit said softly, watching Janus with not-unkind eyes. He didn't know how to respond in the moment, so he shrugged and muttered, "okay".

The Spirit, Emi, took this as an invitation to talk more, and leaned in just slightly, "I like your blanket," they said. 

Janus looked away, and huddled a little more into the hot, itchy fabric. 

"M' dad gave it to me… keep the monsters away…" saying it out loud sounded so stupid, just like his aunt had said it was. But it was the only thing Janus had left now, and he had no intentions of letting go. 

"That's a very good quality for a blanket to have." Emi's voice was warm, and Janus felt his own lips curve into a little embarrassed smile at the praise. After another pause, they pressed, "You're rather far from home, aren't you, little one?"

Janus shrugged, letting the question linger in the air a while before finally answering, barely above a whisper, "I don't have one." 

The Spirit didn't look surprised at the admission, just sad. They tilted their head to the left, as if in thought, and hummed tunelessly. 

"You're hurt." They said, changing the topic.

Janus shrugged again, looking into the Spirit's sad eyes and, for the first time, feeling safe enough to let his grip on the blanket relax. The makeshift hood slipped off, and Janus pulled the blanket back around his shoulders. 

The Spirit didn't gasp or fawn, but they made a weird click at the back of their throat and their eyes hardened, just a bit. 

The left side of the child's face was worse for wear; several gouges marred the skin, dangerously close to his eye. One particularly nasty cut curved from his hairline right into the corner of the eye; it had just barely been stopped from pulling the eye right out of its socket.

Janus had always been a fighter. 

Hesitantly, Emi leaned forward, one hand outstretched with curiosity. They looked sad, still, but there was the barest hint of anger in their eyes; something Janus only saw because of the years spent hiding from his aunt. 

And yet, Janus leaned a little forwards himself, an invitation for Emi to touch the tender, sluggishly bleeding wounds. Their fingers were cool against his skin, and he sighed as the pain numbed in an instant. Emi's thumb rubbed softly under the nearly-destroyed eye and Janus slipped them closed. 

It was a high risk, letting himself be vulnerable around a forest Spirit like this. Letting them touch him. But he had trusted his family in town, and look where it had gotten him. 

The quiet surrounded them again, crickets singing lullabies to the trees and owls gently cooing to sleeping chicks. Janus had always loved nighttime; even at only five years old, he very much preferred the dark and calm that came after sunset. Despite the warnings of storybooks, Janus had only ever known monsters to come out in the daylight. 

Monsters about as human as the Spirit in front of him. 

"What do you want from me?" Janus asked hesitantly. His little heart had only begun to settle from running, and now he felt himself resigned to whatever fate this Spirit would inflict. He just hoped it would be over quickly. 

Emi hummed again, and traced their thumb along one of the longer cuts. "You are in my woods, little one. Usually you would be the one to make a request." They replied, matter of fact. 

"I don't want to go back." Janus whispered, opening his eyes and looking up into the Spirit's face. They pursed their lips.

"Then you shall not. But that isn't a request of me. That is entirely up to you."

Janus thought for a little while, debating if it would be worth requesting something big, and risk an eternity of unpleasantness. But the Spirit wasn't acting like what he expected; they didn't seem to be trying a trick or to twist his words.

"I want to ask a question," he said finally, and Emi smiled once more. 

"Ask away." They leaned back, ending their careful tracing of Janus' face. The pleasantly cool, numb feeling didn't dissipate, though. 

"I don't like talking…" Janus began, slowly and quietly. So soft, he was almost surprised they could hear. 

"My dad said he took me out of an owl's nest, because all I ever like to do is watch things. I just don't like to talk. But my aunt didn't like it, and some of our neighbors didn't like it. They said I was a changeling. They said they'd teach me not to stare." He looked away, down at the leaves and dirt underneath him. Emi clicked again. 

"Where do the children go? When they run away… They say children who run off are swallowed by the woods…" 

"Do you want to be swallowed by the woods?" Emi asked. Janus shrugged again. 

"I don't know…" he admitted, idly picking a dead leaf from the forest floor and tracing it's edges along the dirt. 

"Do you want to see where they go?" Emi asked again. This made Janus look up once more. The Spirit was watching him with unmasked curiosity. But there was something warm in their eyes. 

And it wasn't much of a choice, anyway. Janus didn't have anywhere else to go. He certainly couldn't go back. 

He nodded, and Emi nodded in reply. They stood, and offered Janus a hand again. "What may I call you, little one?"

"My name is Janus." he whispered in reply. He took Emi's hand and the spirit smiled brightly; still, there was no malice in their eyes.

"My name is Emile. You are welcome in my Forest." The Spirit began to lead Janus expertly through the trees; Janus still pulling his blanket behind him. They were headed deeper and deeper into the trees. 

"In these woods, the children who are hurt come to my home," Emile spoke now with a bright, clear tone. The pair stopped in front of a large bush, and the Spirit gestured to the branches. Janus merely looked at them, uncertain. Their hand was soft and gentle on his back, and Janus took a deep breath. 

He expected to have to push hard through the branches, to feel them smacking and scratching at his face and arms as he pushed through.

But instead, the branches parted easily under his hands. He barely had to step up and into the little clearing that appeared before him. And he felt Emile follow close behind, one hand ever present on his back. 

The clearing was still dark, but there was a warm little fire burning in the center, and hundreds of fireflies dancing in the air. And there were other children, too; five all together, chasing the fireflies and laughing. One turned, and, seeing the pair of newcomers, pointed at them. 

Janus moved a little closer to Emi as the other kids stopped. Another child took the first's hand, and all but skipped over to where he stood. 

"Emi!" The boy cheered; he had a huge smile and wide blue eyes with glasses perched on his nose, and he was wearing a pair of overalls and more bracelets than Janus had ever seen. The other boy, the one who had pointed, toddled close behind. He had dark hair and an oversized jacket; he looked as unsure as Janus felt, and he had one brown eye and one green. 

Emile knelt down next to Janus and opened his arm for a hug, which both kids accepted warmly. Still, the Spirit kept one hand on Janus' shoulder; grounding the boy. 

"Patton, Virgil, this is Janus." They introduced. The boy in overalls bounced, and stuck out his free hand to shake. 

"I'm Patton!" He announced, still with a wide smile. Janus hesitantly took the offered handshake; somehow, Patton's grin grew wider. "This's Virgil! He doesn't talk much." Virgil waved, and he offered Janus a tiny smile which Janus returned. 

Feeling brave, Janus spoke, "I don't really like talking either." He shuffled a little in his blanket, but noticed Virgil's eyes turn bright and hopeful. 

Now the other three boys were approaching; two who were clearly twins, and one who looked somber and curious. Both twins were streaked in mud, wearing simple shirts and shorts, and barefoot. One had streaked some of his hair with white chalk. The somber-looking boy was clean of mud, and Janus wondered if he was hot, wearing long pants in the summer. He also had glasses, and the blue of his eyes was darker than Patton's. 

Emile introduced him again, and Janus was so distracted in the other boy's eyes that he almost missed their names. 

"Roman, Remus, Logan; this is Janus. He's going to stay with us for a while." 

"What happened to your FACE?" One of the twins (Remus?) yelled. Janus blushed, and hunched a little in on himself. 

Emi was quick but gentle scolding the boy, "Remus, you know that's not nice to ask someone new." he said.

"Oh. Sorry." Remus offered an embarrassed smile, "I'll show you mine!" The rapid change back to excitement was startling, and then the boy began to pull up his shirt and show long scars all over his stomach and creeping up to his chest. 

The other twin, Roman, yanked his brother's shirt back down. "Re! You can't just do that to the new kid!" He chastised, but it seemed more playful than anything. Before Janus could say anything on the matter for himself, the twins had begun wrestling in the grass. Emi sighed and shook their head, and looked down at Janus for a moment.

"Call for me if you're overwhelmed?" They offered. Janus nodded, and the Spirit glided over to deal with the twins. 

"Sorry," the last boy, Logan, finally appeared beside Janus. "They're still kind of new too. I'm Logan." He held out a hand, his tone even, almost professional. Janus shook it, once again a little dazed. He had such pretty eyes…

"What is this place? Are we dead?" Janus asked, barely a whisper. Logan looked a little shocked, before he started to chuckle. 

"No, not quite." He replied. "This is just… This is just the Garden. The Lost Place…" he shrugged. Janus noticed the boy was wearing a tie of all things, and he fiddled with it just as Janus continued to fiddle with his blanket. 

"I wasn't the first here, that was Patton. And he doesn't really like to talk about it. But I think… This is Emile's place; where they became a forest Spirit. And they decided to take care of us because they want to help people, and don't like to see people hurt. I think maybe there were other kids who have been here, but they didn't decide to stay." Logan explained with a little stutter in his voice. Janus hummed in acknowledgement, watching as the Spirit began wrestling both boys while Patton cheered and Virgil clapped; all of them laughing. 

"It's a good place." Logan said softly, with finality. Janus could feel it; more than the grateful feeling that the Spirit had healed his wounds and not asked for anything in return. He had been warned all his life of the Folk of the Woods, how they tricked you and hurt you and kept you forever to watch you suffer. But he only knew that to be true of the humans he had lived with. 

And a place like this, that was warm and full of laughter and light despite the hot summer night, couldn't be all bad. Not with so many others who seemed so happy. 

"Will you show me around?" Janus asked, and to his delight it made Logan blush, and stammer a little more. 

"O-only if you don't mind my talking…" he answered. Janus knew, then, why Logan had come here; he didn't need to see the scars for himself. This was a place of recovery. 

"I really like your voice, actually." Janus blushed himself as he spoke, but Logan smiled wider than even Patton had. He offered a hand to Janus, who took it, and the pair began to wander the little field, Logan telling him anything and everything that came to mind. 

And he felt safe.