#nicadani writes

[brightbluezeniths]

|| Under the pink sky ||

Was supposed to be posted yesterday, but the internet was acting up ;; for @brinthie , even though you've probably read this already (:

Muichirou Tokitou x reader

Of fluff and pink in the setting sun,

The clouds like to have lots of fun.

Swirling and dancing to the tune of the wind,

The ones who watch are enraptured within.

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A deep breath he took, and looked up. A mission had ended successfully, and he’d went through it with relative ease. It was effortless how he was able to slash the demon’s neck and sustaining no injuries, but now it was time to report to the master.

The sky had been dyed a lovely light pink by the setting sun, showcasing its lovely colors by spreading them around in wonderful splashes. The clouds were no different, taking the sky’s fluctuating hues and painting them on their own canvases, leaving them in fragments of orange, yellow, and pink.

Beautiful and stunning, like how he finds… how he finds who again?

“Muichirou!” a melodious voice came to his ears, breaking him out of his little trance. He looked to her, and ah, there she was.

Her. His childhood friend that he had come to love and cherish. He wouldn’t show it, he couldn’t, for he often forgot about who she was and why she was with him, but he subconsciously leaned towards her for comfort and company. Thankfully, he remembered her in this time.

Well, pieces of her at least.

He stared at her for a moment, “What was your name again? You look familiar…”

She laughed softly, reminding him of merrily chirping birds and the gentle rustling of leaves. He liked it. “It’s (Name)! How was your mission?”

She smiled at him, and his heart flapped around like a bird begging to be released. “The mission? It… it went well, I guess.”

Truth be told, he doesn’t know since his memory eludes him. He’s simply telling her the summary. He doesn’t remember much about his dearest childhood friend, but all he knows is that he’s fond of her and he won’t question that little piece of knowledge.

“That’s great!” she chirped, chipper like the tweeting bird, “You didn’t get hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Well then, let’s go back to Oyakata-sama and report about our missions!”

After, they started their journey back to their beloved Master to tell them of their happenings. Along the way, (Name) told what happened in her mission, which was coincidentally in a nearby town from his place.

It would sound awfully corny to say this out loud, but even though her stories and chatter weren’t too interesting, he liked listening to the sound of her voice. It wasn’t too high of a frequency and not too low to be mistaken for a man, it was a perfect blend. It was very pleasant to the ears in his opinion.

It was one of the reasons he wants to be able to protect her at all costs. Her pleasant voice, her shiny (color) eyes, her soft (color) skin, and her lovely (color) hair…

He was in love, and he knew it. Though he wouldn’t dare to admit it, he knew it was there, and that’s that.

He knew that his feelings were reciprocated anyway, so what’s the point of causing a fuss?

He took her hand is his and relished in the smile that resulted and the warmth that he felt. The skin was a bit calloused and rough due to numerous hardships, but so was his.

‘For her, any hardship I’ll go through.’

Admittedly, he forgot her name again, but he can ask another time.

They walked back to the Master, hand in hand, and below the pink sky.

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The sky that was blooming like cherry blossoms,

Had a lot in its mind to say.

But never anything against the love that blossoms,

Under the light of day.

[anthropocentrik]

one of two.

ft. @taeilyoo & @nicadanis

there was nothing quite like the experience of knocking on someone's door, guitar in hand, while tidied up in a suit and tie. it felt like prom night all over again. everything seemed better then—more permanent and constant. life was perfectly assembled by routine. sure, he was pulled in opposite directions round-the-clock but it's what kept him upright. nowadays, every deed, every task, every feeling was fragmented; waxing and waning. life itself has ceased to operate as a coherent whole nor a linear experience. he has loved his memory of childhood for so long and so dearly that its foundation would crumble like rotten wood at any attempt in seeing things for what it is. he lays the blame for the termites at the feet of time, or at least his brain does.

breathe, haru. breathe.

the trees danced into the welcome frosty whispers, each branches bare and clean, naked in their bold brown hues. february was kinder, the promise of horizon-rested springtime nestling closer to the tells of green leaves and farther from the wintry wind. he didn't mind the wait and he wasn't so cold either, considering his body's sympathetic response to the adrenaline release. any longer he stays out and his armpits would be embellished with a circle stain of sweat. he's hoping she's out before then because the suit was only borrowed after all.

after what felt like an eternity of pacing back and forth, and cycling through thoughts of nostalgia to distract himself from the shakes, the door finally opens. he's greeted by rosy stains and quivers, soft glitter like moonlight on the sea, a woman so sublime in every way. the day before, haru did wonder how he had never thought of dohee in any way other than a friend. they've known each other for years. in fact, she was one of the very few of his closest friends. and yet, he was nervous just before this moment. maybe even more now.

breathe, haru!

with the clear of his throat, he's back to earth. "look at you." he teased, though he truly did admire the ensemble she had picked out for herself. the riff of look at you girl by chris ledoux plays in his head and he hums out loud to it. his hands instinctively positions his guitar then his fingers strum to the melody. "just look at you, girl, standin' here beside me. starlight on your hair, lookin' like a dream i dreamed somewhere." he sings along, swaying his body while sporting a cheeky grin, and communicating with his eyes for her to follow suit. and she does, as this was their dynamic since the beginning of time. the pair's bond had been hinged into haru's existence as one endowed from both their passion for music. they were born with a number of vibrations which their sadness brings into relief. they carry within them all the music they have never heard in their lives, which lies at the bottom of the abyss of memory. they had even formed a band together, as every teenager’s rockstar dream.

what's the occasion? a wedding. he doesn't remember the last time he had attended one. it was good material for writing, but not good enough to go out of his way. people watching was accessible and required no effort apart from leaving the comfort of his home. attending weddings meant he had to actually make friends, outside of the connections he had relevant for work. he was equally uninterested in that as he was about dating, or as he keeps assuring himself anyway. again, to dispel his doubts on needing more regular human contact, he persuades his mind to think he only needed dohee among a few others. she would probably gladly agree, jokingly or not. so arm in arm, they arrive at this event.

the ceremony was unremarkable to say the least. the scale of it frivolous. to haru, that is. to the bride and groom, this must have been a dream come true. they detail their first meeting, emphasising that this man was her ideal type, as if he had just marked off a check list. haru thought it was shallow, but he decides to spare dohee with his reign of dread. he's thinking she's enjoying this, somewhat. they barely spoke about matters of the heart, but he could see her smiling every so often. he unknowingly mirrored it each time. 

the reception was spent cheek by jowl, not leaving each other apart from the periodic restroom visits. but it only takes dohee one trip for haru to get approached by a stranger. taeil was his name. it wasn't everyday that haru meets someone so forward. maybe it was the copious amounts of liquor, which makes him see the appeal of wedding parties. things were free and served in excess. but it had also been a while since he last laughed this much. the feeling lingers and he starts to think through a screen, embedding the memories as if they were being recorded. he was on the outside looking in and the pages of the script were being laid out squarely. his attention had been stolen and dohee was left sidelined, haru doesn't even realise. 

the rest of the night went on, conversations piling along with the alcohol, overriding some of the words exchanged as an effect of the intoxicant. next thing you know, haru has the ink of a marker lined through his skin and around his ring finger. it was almost like a prank, but taeil's proposal sounded so sincere in the moment. haru does the unthinkable and says yes. taeil does the unexpected and announces their little agreement, which he thought would stay private at least for the night, but it doesn't take a second longer. haru's hysterical laughter from two ticks ago turned into an awkward one as he finds himself standing in the middle of the crowd of snickering critics.

party's cut short when taeil starts to threaten the lives of everyone involved in the mockery and they leave the premises with just the two of them. caring for the drunk man that stood five centimeters taller than haru was too hectic for him to remember who and what he came there for. he essentially spends the night babysitting his future husband, the guy he met just a few minutes short of three hours ago. what the day that comes next held for the newly engaged couple, he tried predicting restlessly in bed as they both laid. aside from the soul-muddling snores that would occasionally disrupt the contemplation, the rest was hazy. 

haru wakes up practically naked, disoriented, and just looking for answers the messy room nor his sleeping 'fiancé' could explain.

[ashblackcallas]

|| Her. ||

A yandere! Muichirou Tokito X Reader drabble.

Not much of a warning, for there's simply obsessive thoughts here...

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Such a beautiful voice...

Perhaps that was why he couldn't forget her. She was always in his mind, her smiles and her eyes and her melodious laughter, and it was like she belonged in there.

(Name...) Yeah, that was what her name was.

(Name.) (Name.) (Name.)

"(Name...)" he tested out, rolling it around his tongue like a piece of sweet sweet candy. It was a pleasant sounding name, and he always recognized the word, no matter how faintly it was called.

He looked over to her, smiling and laughing with those three boys that he'd come to befriend after the swordsmith village attack, and felt a bit the faintest wisps of anger brewing. Which he knew was wrong, but he couldn't push it away for a small part of his mind wanted to justify it.

Perhaps he has become too enraptured by this girl, and perhaps this is how love had felt like, but only time would tell on what he shall do next.

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[ashblackcallas]

Prompt: Person A using Person B’s lap as a pillow.

Prompt recommended to me by @brinthie . She good. Read her. uwo.

Muichirou fluff uwu.

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|| Interest ||

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The winds softly caressed the long and minty hair of a bored-faced man named Muichirou Tokitou. He stood there, bombarded by the giggling winds and his gaze fixed on a figure nestled under a yellow-leafed ginkgo tree, of which was peacefully polishing her sword and relaxing in the breeze.

He decided to approach her, his hair and clothing moving to the rhythm of his walking and his turquoise eyes continuing to give off their bored and faraway look. She looked at him, her eyes misted with confusion, and her hands putting away her colored sword.

He sat in front of her, her now closer visage making Muichirou feel more at ease, and stared at her features, like how he’d always stared at the ever playful clouds and how they changed their shapes gracefully and how they always journeyed steadfastly to an unknown destination. He focused this fascination on her lovely features, and noted how her eyes lightly twinkled in bemusement at his actions and the way her lips quirked up a bit.

He adored her very much, and he’ll let it stay that way, even when he forgets her name and face.

He then went on to lay his head on her lap, his eyes closing for a few moments due to how comfy and warm his head now feels, and then opened them once more to be able to look at her countenance better, for this time, he now had a much better angle.

Under the splinters of happy light that rained in through the cracks of the yellow foliage above, he turned his attention to her eyes, so shiny and pretty. Its colors swirled with a bit of purity and bravery, and a touch of kindness and integrity. He loved it very much, her eyes.

And now, he inspected her cheeks, her soft, squishy looking cheeks that are rough here and there but overall very nice. Then, his eyes moved to her lips, her plump and nicely shaded lips. Her very kissable lips, of which he longed to touch with his hands and to touch with his own, but he wanted to wait for a much better time.

She, the one of the name (Name), lifted her hand lightly to his cheeks and gave it a sweet little touch, with him closing his eyes and leaning into her hand. Her other had began to stroke his hair, tenderly and soothingly, and soon he’d began to fly up into the realm of dreams.

He’d ended up cuddling up to his dear in his sleep, but he wouldn’t have it in any other way.

[ashblackcallas]

Hi! 👋 may i ask,, what are your hcs for demon rengoku?

Demon Rengoku HCs.

●Demon Rengoku would be an interestingly different character as a demon.

●He might have markings of flames and fire around his body, perhaps ranging from orange to red in color or simply black.

●His hair would remain as it is, for the most part.

●His eyes would have the same red and gold rings, except brighter and more alluring than ever before, and with a black sclera.

●He would be able to produce flames with varying temperatures and colors. White and blue being the hottest and red and orange being the coolest yet still having dangerously hot temperatures.

●He would, of course, be as strong and powerful as an upper moon.

●He is prone to protect weaker demons, due to remembering pieces of 'the strong are born to protect the weak,' or something...

●If he gets or already has an s/o, he will likely be very protective and possessive of them.

●Giving them gifts, growling at people who looks at them wrongly, the like.

●He would probably treasure his s/o very much.

●Well, that is, if he becomes one. :)

[ashblackcallas]

A very self-indulgent work involving an original character of mine.

Warning: A 'yandere' character is featured here. There's also some light gore-y things mentioned, for this one is a rather carnivore-y alien dude.

2k+ words fic, x reader.

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sweet as dessert

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The sun happily rose above the horizon, smiling down at the ones caught in its rays. Everything was caught in a yellowish-white tinge, and so was the one watching from behind the counter of the little dessert café the first customers of the day. He was more than a little eager, though not too obvious on his already cheerful visage, to meet a certain customer that caught his eye and often arrived here at this time.

Of course, she wouldn’t always come, and that always made him anxious and tempted to leave his work and scour everywhere for her whereabouts, but he knew that it wouldn’t be too proper, and his darling wouldn’t think good of it, so he kept himself in check, hyper aware of whatever movement there is. He was let down after the next few customers that entered because they weren’t really her, but if he wanted to keep up appearances, then this’ll have to do.

An hour passed after the usual time she’d enter, and Shane had started to lose hope that he’d slumped a little on the glass counter, but then, a certain aroma entered his nose while the bells at the door chimed, and he immediately perked up. His sapphire eyes twinkled like the night sky’s stars, and they burst into the colors of ruby, with his left mixed with wisps of lavender. The colors disappeared as quickly as they came and dissipated into his sapphire, and the voice in his head began excitedly chattering.

‘It’s her!’ Aeron chirped happily in his head, his voice a bit high pitched and mixed with excitement. ‘She’s here! I love her so much! Don’t you love her too?’ he added, obviously infatuated with her.

Of course, he agreed. ‘Yes, yes. I do love her too.’ Shane replied, quite a bit more mellowly.

 ‘I just wish we don’t have to wait like this for her someday. She doesn’t even always come.’ Aeron whined. Shane agreed silently, too, for one of his wishes⁠—their wishes—was to not have to wait for her to come everyday. He wanted to be able to wake up holding her in the morning, nose buried in her neck, enjoying her sweet, no—heavenly—scent...

“Um… Hello? Anybody there?” A sweet voice called out to him, albeit a bit jokingly. It made him close his eyes, for it was like delicious honey that he’d never get enough of. “ShaneRon?”

Ah, and there was that nickname. The endearing little nickname she gave him after finding out about his little 'condition.' What they might call ‘OSDD.’

But well, condition, as in situation, where the soul of his should’ve-been-dead brother latched onto him to be able to get another chance at living, and now they live together in the same body.

Which was a bad idea, when they’re supposedly these creatures that have instincts to eat and consume flesh that is not their own. Coupling that with the thing that they often need to be around people to live in this world, it gets a bit more complicated just to ‘control’ themselves from them.

And then there are these other instincts and urges that’re very unexplainable.

Very bad idea, no?

“ShaneRon?” (Name) sing-songed, smiling at him, perhaps trying to catch his attention. It worked, of course, and he answered with an eager grin.

“Yes, my dear?” He said, playfully, as if she was really their dear. 

They wished she was.

She chuckled, her voice sounding like the pleasantly chiming bells at the door, her face flushing adorably, “Hello. The usual?” She was leaning a just bit too closely, and he swallowed when he saw the visible parts of her neck.

‘Don’t you ever wonder how it’d feel to bite into it?’ Aeron started, the thought beginning to invade his fragile mind.

How tantalizing...

 ‘How it’d feel to have her flesh against your teeth and mouth? How it’d be to feel her blood gushing out and flowing continuously into your throat?’ 

That sweet, sweet nectar, that probably wouldn’t compare to any donut nor delicacy he’d ever taste in his life—

He blinked a few times, and nodded at her, finally getting to preparing her order. One steaming  hot cup of (preferred drink) and some delicious choco-butternut donuts. He liked those, too. He liked to eat them and think of her at the same time, and it was like he could substitute the donuts as her flesh—

A hot, and sharp pain came from his hand, and he realized he’d spilled some of the drink onto it. He let out a small hiss, and of course it was noticed by the (color) haired girl waiting patiently at the counter.

Her shimmering (color) eyes snapped to him, noticing him rubbing a spot on his hand and putting it under the small, nearby sink that was placed there for some convenience. She gasped lightly, breathing in a small serving of air.

“What’s wrong?” She voiced, tone tinted with concern.

He turned to her, a sheepish grin, “Just a little burn, nothing much…” 

She shook her head with a small smile, and told him softly, “Not that bad?”

“Not that bad.”

He returned to his station then, with a hidden smile, and continued adding what he needed to her cup swiftly. After, he set the cup on the marble counter beside the glass, along with the choco-butternuts in a smiley-faced, white paper bag.

She didn’t need to know that it didn’t actually hurt him that much.

She beamed at him, and he was temporarily blinded. He blinked for a few, before going to accept the money handed out to him. He purposely brushed his hand against hers as he took it, making his warm touch linger, to make heat rise in her face once more. It worked, yes, for that simple touch made her heart flutter, and he just loved hearing it so.

“Th-Thanks, ShaneRon,” She unwittingly stuttered, and she blushed a bit under his overly-bright gaze, making her look more adorable in his eyes.

He nodded, and what he did next was quite the daring thing. He reached out his hand to her face, and caressed it, gently as the dancing flames of a bonfire. Tracing from the bottom of her chin until up to her cheek with his fingers, he felt her face slowly burn like fire, aflame like his love for her that had been put on hold for thousands of years, before he finally found her once more. 

He cupped her face tenderly into his large, and a little rough, hand. They were warm, yes, they felt warm, and they were comforting. She leaned into it involuntarily for a moment, with him running his thumb over her plump cheek, fingertip slightly brushing into her half-closed lashes. 

Intensely striking azure and glittering sapphires like no one’s ever seen before, his eyes bore into her own, digging a grave into them for her knew that she would be his demise.  They greedily drinked up her soft gaze, burying themselves into them so deeply that they’d perhaps become lost in them forever.

His touch felt empyrean. An ambrosia that was so out of this world. (Name) probably would’ve stayed there forever if not for her brain subconsciously reminding her that they were in a cafe full of people.

“I-I—Um...” She began, as she gently removed his hand from her face, face ablaze like a raging fire. The hand holding his hand felt comfort and warmth from it.

He liked how the red looked on her face. They liked how the red colored her face. They wondered what other red, or perhaps in the color family of red, things would suit her. Lipstick, clothing, food, her blo—

“Ah, sorry about that!” He totally wasn’t, “I shouldn’t have done that, I apologize.”

Still a bit stunned, she simply shook her head and smiled at him sweetly, like sugarcubes dipped in sweet syrup, and shook her head, “It’s alright…” But that was still weird though.

He squeezed her hand gently, like how a lover would, and brought up another to tuck a lock of hair into her ear and away from her lovely visage. Beautiful, truly! His smile was beaming, bright as the light that filtered into the windows. He chuckled.

“Okay then, my darling. I’ll see you soon?” He dejectedly let go of her little hand and her lovely face, though he didn’t show it. He did plan to watch her in the evening much later, though. 

They won’t dare tell her how they plan to do so, but know that they will.

“A-Ah, sure. Sure, I’ll see you soon.” A streak of fire once more shot across her face, and she nodded.

And he grinned, like eager heat, like the flames that excitedly lap up at the inklings and wood of a growing fire. He always liked it when she came to him, sending him to ecstasy everytime she even looked at him. And her smile? Ambrosia. An ambrosia he'll never get enough of, no matter how much he gets of it. No matter if time has stopped, nor even if he goes to hell after seeing a glimpse.

She walked out the door, and took a last glance at him, and he gave her a small wave and a cute smile. She smiled back, yes, and continued on her way.

Shane stared at her walking for a few more minutes, until she was gone from eyesight. He sighed, a bit downcast that she left him again, while Aeron grew agitated. He was used to him being like this though. Besides, he understood the feeling himself.

‘Why does she always have to leave?’ Aeron mused in his head, frustrated. Of course he was too, and he could hardly control himself, see from the actions he took earlier.

 They both wanted nothing but to keep her to themselves. Too much to ask? Then that’s too bad. They can’t help it, they can’t help wanting, wanting so desperately to be able to one day have her only look at them and them alone. 

No one else. 

No one else. 

No one else!

Can they make it happen? Of course they can! They could just follow her—er, visit her house, sweep her off her feet, and take her away, right? Right!

‘If we can make it happen, then why?’ Aeron asked once more, ebbing away at Shane’s crumbling patience. They can, but they shouldn’t. They shouldn’t.

‘We shouldn’t.’ Shane snapped at him.

‘But we can.’

‘We won’t.’

‘Oh?’

A burning hot pain shot across his body, his soul, making his knees buckle, and he pretended to be looking at the desserts due to the onlookers. He gritted his teeth and breathed raggedly. It was way worse than that small burn he got, and it hurt. It was like getting a few gallons of lava being poured on you, and mind you after dipping his hand in lava once he does not recommend it.

It was painfully agonizing, and it reminded him of what Aeron can do, what Aeron will do if he doesn’t get his way. It was scary, but of course, he knew what Aeron wanted was wrong. He couldn’t, for his beloved’s happiness was on the line, and Aeron just couldn’t understand why they couldn’t simply just take her away.

Still, Shane held his ground against him, ‘We won’t. We won’t!’ He answered, a bit strained.

‘You sound like you’re only trying to convince yourself, brother.’

Thankfully after that, though, he’d quieted. That made Shane worry a bit, but well, there was another person at the counter, so perhaps he can worry about that later. Well, until—

‘Isn’t she so beautiful, brother?’ Aeron’s voice sounded smooth and smug, while the pain came back once more, rendering him unable to stand up once more. Nevertheless, he agreed.

‘Doesn’t she deserve to be protected by us, brother?’

He agreed, mind being filled with so many pleasant thoughts of him and her, together, and him protecting her from anything and everything else, like she was the only thing that mattered in this universe. 

She is the most important thing in this universe, after all.

‘Shouldn’t we take her away with us?

He agreed.

‘Shouldn’t we keep her away from the dangerous clutches of the world?’ His voice was dripping with honey, aiming to dilute his head’s thoughts with such intentions of his.

They should. Oh, they should.

‘Then let us have our little darling, no?’

His body ached and trembled. Ached and tremble with the desire to follow Aeron’s wants and to just break out of this wretched place and sweep her off her feet and take her away. He wanted to do so, badly, and so badly did he want to have her to himself, to themselves, to cherish and love till the end of time.

‘But why aren’t you doing it, then?’ Aeron snapped, anger lacing his voice, the pain and trembling in his body intensifying, like a dam wanting to break and spill its contents out.

‘Don’t you want her to be happy with us?’ Shane finally answered. ‘Don’t you? Don’t you want her to slowly become enamored as we court her? See how her expressions change, and see that adorable little blush creep across her cheeks?’ He’d said to him, wistfully.

‘Won’t it be better to wait? So we can treasure her even more? Like how we did with Sera—’

The pain he’d been in rose in intensity, and he was caught in agony for five seconds. He breathed in sharply through his teeth.

‘Do not say her name.’ Aeron hissed. ‘But alright, if that’s what you wish. I might take you up on that offer.’ He retorted, in a lightly mocking tone, but he seemed like he’ll stay quiet for real this time. He wished so.

Exhaling slowly, he attempted to stand, and though he stumbled in the first try, he succeeded on the second. He was thankful that no customer had come in while he was in that condition, and he went to busy himself with wiping the counter clean to clear his mind, though it had no visible speck on it.

He wondered how he’d watch over her sleeping form tonight.

[ashblackcallas]

|| Moonlight ||

A drabble for an obsessive kind of love.

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Staring at her seemingly iridescent figure in the moonlight was the best thing he was able to do in his life. The colors of her lovely eyes, hair, skin, and everything were absolutely highlighted by the full moon's shared radiance from the sun.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Beautiful!

She was so beautiful...

He was halfway tempted to just sweep her off her feet right then and there, but that wouldn't make for a nice love story like in those children's fairy tales.

He wanted her to trust him first.

It has been a while since they met, and he since knew that this was an unhealthy obsession, but he didn't nor will he ever care, and will continue pursuing her, no matter what it takes.

Even if it ends with her kicking and screaming in his grasp.

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[ashblackcallas]

a bittersweet taste

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The near-silent hum of the air conditioner filled the air as the man pressed the button of a small, white remote. A content sigh fell from his lips, and he set the remote down on the glass counter, right behind a quaint little bell.

The counter-top was filled with all kinds of what you considered toppings—nuts, chocolate chips, sprinkles, cashews, and there was even a whole can of whipped cream sitting there. Inside it, were some premade cupcakes and slices of some tasty-looking pastries placed on simple white dishes.

It was early, and the morning sun’s rays filtered in through the loosely curtained glass. It gave the little café a bit of a homely look—from its earthy tones and colors to the faint scent of sugary sweets and coffee wafting through the air. The natural light cast a light-yellow glow throughout the whole thing, and the slightly dim lights made it so that everything looked easy on the eyes.

A Japanese-styled glass wind chime rang at the opening of the glass door, and the sight of a short girl entered the building. Her obsidian hair was a bit messy, dark as the bags under her eyes. She looked extremely tired, and with the look of her slightly crumpled working uniform, she looked as if she had rushed out of her home in a hurry for work.

But well, if you ever got to know her, this isn’t exactly true.

Walking sluggishly towards the counter, she made her way around and behind the counter, nudging the male out of the way lightly. When he moved out of the way, she pulled a high chair from near the marble counter, or where the coffee machines and other things where at, and placed it down in front of her. She sat down, loosely tucking a stray strand of hair to her ear.

The mahogany eyes of the other twinkled, like the brightly shining sun, “Good morning, Darlene!” he placed a thing of very strong black coffee in front of her, “Did you get some sleep?”

Knowing his ‘friend’ well enough, it’s likely that she did, though less than the normal amount of sleep a human being needs. Most likely, she didn’t get any. Although he didn’t like that fact, he couldn’t exactly stop her from doing so.

“Yeah, yeah,” Darlene answered curtly, swiped the coffee from the counter, then immediately brought it up to her lips. She sipped at the coffee for a moment, feeling the warm bitter taste hit her mouth and partially wake her up. When she brought it back down, almost half of it was already gone. It was a huge cup, mind you.

“So,” she started, absentmindedly tapping her fingers on the counter, “How’re you, dear ol’ Takoyaki—er—Takihiko?”

For some reason, he’d always felt giddy whenever she asked how he was—or well, ask anything about him, really. She made his heart soar.

“I’m fine, thank you!” Takihiko exclaimed, happiness tracing his voice. Of course he was happy. She was here, after all, and it always felt wonderful being in her presence. To him, at least, it did. The customers, however, did not.

She nodded, and proceeded to lay her head on her arms on the counter, presumably to get a few more minutes of sleep. She knew Takihiko wouldn’t mind, he always seemed to love doing things for her. Ever since she entered his life again, it was always like this now. She felt like an idiot, but the deed has been done.

Oh, how she wished that she knew how to turn back time, but she couldn’t exactly leave him miserable there… right?

A grin stretched his lips wide, and a shake of his head ruffled his fluffy ebony hair. He adjusted his glasses, and went to work at wiping some stains off the counter behind them.

Just another normal day at the dessert café, it seemed.

[ashblackcallas]

masterlist

the list of my weird writing shizzles

Demon Slayer

Muichirou Tokito

Under the pink sky

Her (yandere drabble)

Kyoujurou Rengoku

coincidence (crack-ish fic)

Other Works

a moment in bed (yandere oc fic)

moonlight (drabble)

a dream (drabble)

sweet as dessert (yandere oc x reader)don’t read these it’s cringe

no going anywhere without me (yandere oc x oc)this is also cringe shoo shoo

[ashblackcallas]

|| Fire ||

Fire, it is a beautiful thing,

for its graceful dance is fascinating,

and its fiery embers enthralling—

even as it burns to ashes, everything.

The danger is in its beauty—

the beautiful sways of the flames.

It hypnotizes you in its haze,

as its glowing embers spin away.

[ashblackcallas]

|| A Dream ||

A drabble inspired by the amazing @brinthie .

Warnings: Some blood and light gore. Yandere and Vampire implications, I guess?

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[I had a dream, once, where you loved me and I loved you, and that our love spanned 'til the end of time.]

He licked his lips, licked his teeth and his bloodied canines, and then the roof of his mouth, trying to enjoy the taste of her delectable blood without thinking of what he had done to her cold and lifeless body, but it was in vain. He ran his blood soaked hands through his hair.

Reaching for her torn and lifeless corpse, tears of anguish flowed down from his eyes like a waterfall, and they flowed and flowed like how he made her blood flow out from her body and into his mouth, on his clothes, on his hands, and on the now crimson floor.

How could he? Well, easily.

Clutching her soulless body to his chest, his body was wracked with sobs and cries emanated from his throat. He knew himself, though, that he didn't have the right to cry, that he did this himself, but of course, he didn't mean it, right?

Right?

But she was dead now, a corpse of what he could have loved and taken care of for so much longer, and he can't really do anything about that.

[But now, I guess that dream is gone and thrown into the flames of yesterday.]

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brin is amaze. read her. please read brin-sama. lady brin. queen of writing brin.

[ashblackcallas]

|| A moment in bed ||

A little oneshot of a couple.

Warning: There might be some triggering stuff, for this oneshot features a yandere.

2k words.

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The sun set ablaze to the sleeping sky and torched it down with its restless flames. With this moment, the world was awoken. Sunlight eagerly bounced off every single crevice it could reach. It travelled down the mountains and pushed through the forests until it found itself sneaking into the household of an interwoven couple, who were still in the realm of dreams, and caressed their countenance gently, as if trying to nudge them awake. It lingered and lingered, until one of them was awoken by its warm presence.

The male stirred lightly, mindful of his lightly snoring lover, of whom he embraced from behind with a hold that seemed like he thought she could disappear if he does so much as adjust his grip. His eyes fluttered open slowly, revealing such deep blue seas that could put the oceans out of commission. They moved across the obsidian block of hair he loved so much and repeated the action over and over to burn its image into his mind. Sure, they had the same color of hair, but this man would argue that her hair shines more brightly than his. That it was woven from the depths of midnight, that stars were sprinkled lightly so that it could shine—

He buried his face into her hair softly and inhaled the ever-so-familiar scent that he was so infatuated with. He did it again and again to engrave it fully in his lungs. To him, the sweet and delicate scent made him experience heaven on Earth with just a whiff. He was addicted, he was sure of it. And he would gladly admit it, if ever to get another sample.

And her touch, oh her touch, her skin, and her lovely complexion. Her absolutely beautiful and caramel-like skin.

So soft and so s m ooth…

Oh, what extents he would go to just to feel her skin and against his. What he would do just to touch it, and every thing he would kill just to have a little taste. His lips went down to her nape and brushed against it tenderly. Then they went down to the nook of her neck and shoulders. In a moment of self-indulgence, his tongue flicked out and licked the soft patch of skin resting there.

There was nothing he could compare it to, how she tasted. That’s one of the things that he and the other person in his mind could agree to.

He continued slithering his tongue upwards to the base of her jawline, and kissed the still moist skin from his little ministration. He breathed out gently, trying to resist his urge to sink his teeth in her neck and taste her sweet, sw e et bl oo—

He noticed that her breathing had become a bit uneven, and was a little disheartened that this moment in bed he had with her was going to end soon. He unconsciously clenched his fist, and buried his face into the woman’s short and obsidian locks of hair, her lovely scent assaulting each and every bit of his senses.

‘If only this moment could last forever, brother…’ a voice in his mind said, vaguely sounding like his own.

It was the other person in his mind, it seemed.

The person eagerly added, ‘Scratch that, we could lock her up and have her to ourselves forever!’

Lock her up?

Have her to ourselves?

.. .Fo r ev er ?

And while he would gladly agree, he knew that he shouldn’t, for it’d be very cruel of him to keep his beloved little lotus hidden from the waters of the world, from the light, as delightful as it sounded. His beloved lotus would wilt and decay, and he wanted nothing like that to ever happen to his most precious possession. Her happiness mattered, and he knew that his little flower won’t be able to depend on him solely for that important nutrient.

‘But doesn’t it seem like a great idea?’ The voice threw at him, the offer taunting him despite his resolve being set in stone.

Great idea…

‘Well, if only it was without such dire consequences,’ he shot back, though not really disagreeing, and the voice quieted.

The woman enveloped in his arms squirmed, and he knew that he won’t be able to keep her there much longer. Unless…

Ah, yes! It was their resting period today.

And the day after.

And the day after…

A n d th e d ay aft er—

The sadness he felt earlier was a waste of feelings, it seemed. The sunlight began to pour in streams, the curtains proving useless for the bright beams of light that managed to creep in the uncovered strips of the window and disturb the stirring woman. He fixated his attention once more to the lovely visage of his precious lotus, who has probably been awoken by now.

She hummed, still a bit groggy from sleep, but he was very happy to be able to hear her voice.

“Shane, Aeron—both of you, good morning...” She greeted, sleep seeping into her tone of voice, but Shane and Aeron wouldn’t have it any other way. They adored her melodious and heavenly voice so that they would have fought monsters and devils just to feel it run through their ears and make their heart beat. Even for just a little moment.

“Good morning, Renchii. Did you get a good sleep?” Shane quietly voiced, waiting for her reply, eager to keep hearing his beloved Renchii’s mellifluous voice greeting his ears. Eager to feel it wrap around his head and make him feel more like himself.

If he could, he would make a blanket out of her voice and wrap it around himself for the whole of eternity.

She only hummed in response, and although the azure-eyed man wanted to hear more, there was always later…

She squiggled, suddenly, and squiggled and squiggled some more, until she has shifted her position entirely so that now, their faces were upon each other, and their breaths lightly mingled.

Shane, though he had already seen her face at least a few thousand times, still couldn’t get over how empyreal her visage is. Smooth and lightly blemished skin, imperfect, but still so soft and so loveable. Such plump, soft-looking, and inviting lips, ones that he would touch, kiss, and taste forever if he could…

He could go on forever. And oh, he would…

Renchii’s eyes flitted open, and Shane took a sharp intake of air. He was always like this whenever he met her eyes. Such curious murky brown depths. She could be dragging him down in the depths of the abyss right now with those eyes and he would be thanking her for it. And if he could, and he would, he would kill anyone else other than him that has dared to take a peek in those mysterious dark swamps…

Shane lifted a large hand up to her face and sweetly caressed her cheeks with his thumb. It was so soft that it could rival the very pillows they lie on. For this split-souled man, they didn’t deserve to be touched by his rough and calloused and obviously overworked hands.

Nevertheless, Renchii leaned in towards his warm palm, smiling, touched by the little gesture. She always loved his touch, always so tender and loving. Always so much warmth.

To summarize, she loved this man very much too, regardless of what surprises he brought with him. He was such a sweetheart to her, and she finds it so endearing. She loved him and how his presence and his scent always made her feel warm everywhere…

If only she paid heed to all the raging flames that fueled his ever-so-enthralling warmth…

The moment she smiled, Shane was struck with a lightning so powerful it reverberated through his body and shook his very core. He was awestruck and he absolutely loved every single moment and every single feeling that came with it.

He would burn in purgatory a thousand times just to see that smile.

No matter how many times she gave him her sweet, sweet smiles, this twin-souled man’s reaction will never stray from amazement. Her smiles were paradisiac and he would kill anything and everything to see it even just once in his life. Hell, she could just smile at him and he would worship her, offer his entire being for her, just to keep seeing her smile.

He smiled back at her, already filled to the brim with energy from the smile she gave him. It takes only that to energize him for a whole day, it seems. He wants to be the only one to see it every day, but he knows that that’s not possible.

He’s already ki lled for that e lect rifyi ng smile of hers—

They shared a little eskimo kiss, with sparks of warmth shared, and Shane buried his face into her chest, where some of Renchii’s ambrosial scent was most concentrated.

She was wearing a navy-blue-and-green-stripe round-neck sweater right now, but for his enhanced senses he could still hear her heart beating steadily and it soothed him and his other half like they were listening to their beloved flames crackling happily as it slowly burned. He contentedly closed his eyes and nuzzled closer, until she could feel his warm breath through her clothing.

Renchii ran her hand through his slightly gravity-defying and spiky hair and weaved through his fluffy mane. He could do nothing but breath out a sigh and to lightly tighten his iron grip around her waist.

Absolutely nothing else could give them these feelings.

Except her.

He loved her so much that without her, his life wouldn’t have much of a purpose other than to have an end. Without her hands and touches, he would be but a lump of untouched clay on the table.

Bland, shapeless, and faceless…

She’d saved him from his troubled and attention-depraved self when they were just children. While his mother and father ignored him in favor of his little brother, she was always there to provide him with all the love and care and affection he needed. All the things his parents never took the time to give him, she provided him with most of what she’s able to do so for him. For them.

Shane and Aeron would sometimes become so touch-starved and often times overcome with a heavy loneliness that he sometimes couldn’t lift himself up to do what he needs, but who was there to help them up and go through another day?

Renchii.

Shane would often over work himself trying to be the best he can, forcing himself to endure such grueling hardships and activities to be noticed by his parents. His little brother Luke noticed it, sure, and that always cheered him up, especially when he was praised by his little brother who looked up to him.

But his efforts were always brushed off. His parents treated him like a spare and it saddened him so, but Renchii was always there to cheer for him and give him her thoughts of admiration and amazement.

Yes, Renchii…

Shane and Aeron bonded with each other through those times and although they continue to annoy each other in this shared body, they’ll always agree on some particular things. Sometimes, though, they couldn’t agree with each other and argued inside the little space they have to themselves, which is their mind. This would often cause them to act irritated and tense at work and at home sometimes, but who was always able to get them into a civil agreement with each other?

Ren ch I i. ..

It was always Renchii. Always been her that was able to strengthen their flames or was able to douse them down. Always her.

So unconsciously, he went and attached himself to her to feel and get more of her love and attention. He gravitated to her and slowly, him and the other had become dependent and addicted to her presence that they wouldn’t be able to function properly for a day when she wasn’t able to give him attention and love in the morning and needed to leave earlier. He would always be uncomfortably shaking and trembling and craving to get that drug called her love and her care and her touches and—

She had him wrapped up and around her little fingers and he loved it, so long as she kept giving him what she always did, he’ll stay like that forever and ever and do what ever she might want and get her what ever she might need…

Oh, she wants him to end the world as we know it? Oh, sure!

A nyt hin g fo r h is b elov ed .. .

He’ll set aflame to nations and torch down whole continents with his bare hands if that will make her happy. He’ll kill anyone and everyone she wants him to. He will end his own life if she ever asks him to. He would even arrange her own death if she wants him to, so long as he gets to be the one to keep her body…

All of which, serves as an example as to how far Shane and Aeron’s love for Renchii can and will stretch.

He’s extremely weak for her. Well, they’re extremely weak for her, but these twins won’t have it any other way.

They’ll stick with her for the rest of time.

He laid a soft little kiss on her collarbone and went back to nuzzling her chest, gently being pulled back to sleep by her hands’ caresses that seemed to make him feel sparks of static electricity every time they moved and weaved through his silky and fluffy hair. A low rumble echoed in his chest seemingly like a contented purr.

It was pure bliss. A heavenly feeling that he’ll only get and take from his one and only darling little lotus.

'We’ll love her and have her to ourselves for the end of time.'

[ashblackcallas]

a small idea

mmMMm i kinda wanna do a thing that’s not just kny nor any single fandom. like a writing challenge of some sorts - where anyone can send me prompts and i might try to write something out of it. who knows, but if someone(though highly unlikely) sends a starter/starter with no particular character, then maybe...

[brightbluezeniths]

"Is there water?"

She stood, there, in a field of blue. Forget-me-nots were all around her feet. It matched her water-y eyes in hue, with hers just a tad bit darker. Their faint scent wafted through the breeze and they swayed the best they can on the grassy grounds.

She went gingerly through the flower-y sea, careful not to step on the blooming buds she had worked on for decades. She couldn’t risk any of them to be trampled on, for her friend dearly loved them to bits. He loved taking care of these water-hued blossoms, his happiness bouncing off of him whenever he did, and so in turn, she took care of and loved these flowers with her whole heart, trying to feel the same emotions.

For not only did they remind her of the ocean’s never-ending waves and the water’s azure caresses, they made her feel at home. They made her feel like he was there, watching, smiling warmly at her and embracing her with all the love and care he had stored within himself.

She yearned for that love and care, for him, but Lady Fate had been cruel.

Upon reaching her destination, she prevented herself from going any further, just a few meters in front of it.

She stopped herself from losing her composure and wailing, from crying for him to come back and from sputtering out broken apologies, and from doing anything that might harm the innocent little flowers around her. It would do no good, aid not in bringing him back, and she knows it.

There, was a pristine yet slightly weathered tombstone that looked clean and maintained. It looked as if only a few years has passed it by, and not a century. It was free of the forget-me-nots, like how she wanted it to be, and a circle of grass surrounded the lone grave.

Beside it, was a marble statue of a man, sitting cross-legged and with his hands resting on his knees, smiling brightly, radiating kindness and joy like it was a real person. It’s intricate and awfully detailed, with the folds of the ‘clothes’ carefully carved and his face looking so true and so real.

Too bad it can’t be.

She scanned her glossy and glistening water-y eyes over the grave, reading the words set in the stone, eternally imprinted and unchanging.

[Lance Myosotis

Erimil Hameo

He was like the ocean’s waves, graceful and soothing, yet vivacious and wild.

He was a good man, and the greatest friend.

Hatika Lahameo.]

She heaved in a shaky breath, and walked closer, each step being heavier than the next, nearing the grounds where her dear friend, her one and only beloved, had rested and slept peacefully and undisturbed for the past century.

She sat down in front of the statue, shaking and trembling, trying to prevent herself from doing what her heart begged her to do, which was breakdown into a mess of sobs and salty tears in front of it. In front of him.

‘He’d said he would be sad if I was sad, yeah?’

She took out a framed photo from somewhere on her and clutched it in her shaking hands like it was her life line. And it is. It had the photo of her and her beloved Lance smiling, grinning without a care in the world, unaware of what tragedies await them in the future, framed and encased in reinforced glass and metal. The moment captured looked so timeless, yet at the same time so ephemeral and easily destroyed.

“Heh… hey. Hi. H-hello, Lance. How… how are you?” she sputtered quietly, afraid that if she went any louder her voice would crack and her tirade would fall into pieces.

“I wonder how you are right now…” she paused, gaining a fraction of her brittle composure back. “and I’d really like to know...”

“Is there water up there?”