#nighttime thoughts with reaper

[xiefuyu]

overworked.

-- bonten x reader

🖤 — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — non-con drugging (its bonten, what did you expect) (its for your own safety tho...?), cursing, it's bonten timeline that's a spoiler itself, platonic relationship, not proofread

:a/n — I ain't indulging non-con behaviors everyone t___t

Being Bonten’s intern was hell.

But hey, they pay much more than your ordinary 8-5 job so it works and you’re not going to complain loudly. It’s just one of those days where you’re full of work. Like full full kind of full. You wish it was your stomach that was full of food instead.

The light coming from your computer is starting to make your eyes sting and your lower back is being a bitch from how long you’ve been in the same position for hours.

When you first started this intern thing, the work wasn’t this heavy but as the time went by, you noticed how the top executives became comfortable with you to the point that they dumped their report-making to you.

(Let’s be honest, they’re just straight up bullying you.)

(Let’s be honest, you want to kill them.)

But you’re a broke person who’s living in a penthouse given by your boss, Sano Manjiro, and living off of the pay given by Kokonoi so yes, you’re going to fucking endure this like how Takeomi is still enduring life despite being the lung cancer’s incarnate.

You sigh and decide to take a break. You start questioning the existence of time when you saw that the sun had already risen. What the actual fuck? You swear it was just nighttime! Were you taking Sanzu’s drugs without knowing it? Did Bonten decide to prank you and cover your office windows with big TVs?

You groan and curse.

“Fucking great, not a single wink of sleep again.” you tell yourself and slap your thigh for being stupid for letting yourself disassociate with reality.

You stand up, determined to put some kind of food in your stomach because goddamn, you swear you just saw a grim reaper standing beside your desk, raising an eyebrow at you because of your condition.

You flip off your hallucinated grim reaper and start walking. It’s morning, you remind yourself. It’s morning and those goddamn lazy ass executives (Ran and Sanzu) will come in any time now. The thought of dealing with their asses makes you roll your eyes, immediately regretting it because it caused a goddamn pounding in your head.

You just hope you don’t run into one of them while you’re on your journey to get food.

Who are you even kidding? Your office is literally beside Sanzu’s so it wasn’t a surprise when you bumped into him on your way to the general kitchen.

“Good morning, Sanzu-san.” you greet because you’re not an asshole and he’s literally your boss. “Aren’t you an early bird?” he teases, eyebrows wiggling. You roll your eyes in your mind, just giving him a smile and walking past him towards the kitchen.

Sanzu doesn’t miss your darkened eyebags and the fact that you’re still wearing what you were wearing yesterday.

“Oh, right, the fridge doesn’t have anything, kid.” he says and grins as he watches you close your eyes in an attempt to calm down. “Come on, I’ll treat you to the canteen below.” he beckons and you shake your head.

“It’s fine, Sanzu-san. I can pay for my own food. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Sanzu just hums, following you like a lost kid. “Kid, did you finish my report?” 

Kid.

Old ass man.

Calling you kid as if you’re not younger by 4 years only.

“Yes. I’ll bring it to you later, Sanzu-san. Will you be at your office?” He gives you a lazy smile and shrugs. “Who knows?” if he’s not your boss and the fact that he could kill you without hesitation, you would have cursed him in his face already. But you’re kind so you remain silent and patiently wait for the elevator doors to open.

The both of you walk in silence towards the canteen. The atmosphere suddenly drops when the lower members of Bonten see Sanzu behind you. It was a common occurrence but it doesn’t fail to remind you that the man walking behind you was a criminal. A big, experienced, and an unhinged one at that.

The smell and sight of food makes your stomach growl silently and you walk faster, hoping Sanzu didn’t hear it because this bitch will surely tease you for it. Fortunately, he remains silent behind you, just watching you get your food, not even getting some for him. He follows you to a table, sitting across you, still silent.

“Do you have anything to say, Sanzu-san?” you asked when he remained looking at you. It wasn’t uncomfortable for you but you sure as hell found it annoying, wanting nothing but poke his eyes with the fork you’re holding.

“You stink,” he says.

You close your eyes, breathing in and out deeply, calming yourself down. No, you don’t stink, thank you very much. Despite being holed in your office for almost 24 hours, you still smell like your perfume, vanilla extract and pastell herbs.

You don’t say anything, opting to continue eating because you’re fucking hungry and you’re sane enough to priorities yourself before this spawn of Satan himself.

The two of you sit in silence.

You don’t know why but Sanzu got you an ice cream, shrugging when you threw him a confused look. “I did say I’ll treat you,” he says.

You thank him and let yourself smile when you see that it’s your favourite flavour. Without further ado, you start eating your ice cream, unaware of Sanzu’s wicked grin.

A few minutes later, your eyelids feel heavy, making you frown. Is it a food coma? You used to feel sleepy after eating sometimes but you know that it’s not the case this time. You look up at Sanzu and curse when you see him grinning at you.

“Sanzu-san…what…”

“Not drugs.”

With that confirmation, you let yourself succumb to darkness, cursing Sanzu silently and hoping he didn’t hear you.

“Sanzu-san…you fucker…” Sanzu laughs loudly when he hears you cursing him. It’s your fault for trusting him and eating the ice cream that he gave you, honestly. (Not true, Sanzu is just an idiot).

He stands up to pick your limp body up and makes his way to his office. “The fuck? What happened?” he hears Kokonoi asking, looking at you in worry. “Nothing. Just made her fall asleep.” he says.

Kokonoi sighs loudly, “Sanzu, did you fucking put a sleeping pill in her food?” he asks, upset. “Bingo!” Sanzu exclaims, not so loudly, before grinning at Kokonoi’s tired facade at him.

“I told you not to do- whatever.” Kokonoi cuts himself off, already knowing that he won’t get across Sanzu’s thick skull and when he sees you still wearing your yesterday’s outfit. “Bring her to the private lounge, not your office.” he warns. Sanzu rolls his eyes but nods, his plan to let you nap in his office gone.

He’s more than aware that you’ll curse him in your mind when you wake up.

But hey, seeing you snuggling closer to the blanket he put over you and deeper into the pillow was enough to dull the regret he’s feeling for overworking you.

(Don’t be deceived, he’ll overwork you again by dumping his report-making to you.)

By the time you regain consciousness, it was already dark outside, making you sit up abruptly, ignoring the sudden dizziness caused by your action.

“Get some more sleep.” you jump at the voice, head whipping around the source and you curse in your head when you see that it’s just Mikey.

“Boss.” you called out. “I’m okay now, boss.” you throw the blanket aside but stops when you see that Mikey’s hand is playing with a familiar sleeping pill. “What did I tell you about overworking?” His tone was that of command, making your heart beat faster. 

You curse Sanzu for forcing you to rest. If he didn’t, you could have showered in your office so as to not cause suspicions that you stayed in for the night.

Your bosses, the top executives, are absolute menaces (except Kakucho, Mochi, and Kokonoi) but you’re aware that they care about you and your health. Including Mikey, the top boss.

Ironic how they literally hired you to do work that involves playing with Death himself.

“I apologise, sir. I lost track of time.” you answer, bowing slightly, hoping Mikey will just let this slide. 

And he will. He always does for some reason.

You hear him sigh and you look up, victory bubbling in your chest. “Just go to sleep. It’s already late.” he warns as if he won’t let some of his boys drive you home where the security is tight as hell.

“I need to shower, boss…” you say, feeling icky now that you’re hyper aware of the fact that you still haven’t cleaned your body. “Use the shower here, then. I am sure you have clothes in your office.”

You ignore how he emphasised the word office as if he can’t believe you have spare clothes, home clothes, rather, in your office.

In his defense, you’re not supposed to have those kinds of clothes in your office because they belong to your house. Because he already warned you about not overworking yourself to the point that you sleep in your office. 

“Then, please excuse me.” you sheepishly said, bowing at him again. He says and does nothing, just watching you walk away.

When you get back to the private lounge (because you’re not allowed to go home as it was already late) you see Mikey still there.

He points at the sofa bed,

“Sleep,” he commands. Maybe it’s because your exhaustion is catching up to you but you found yourself already slipping away from reality. 

Nevertheless, you were still a little bit awake when Mikey stood up and made his way towards you. You were still lucid when you feel his cold hand patting your head along with an almost familiar soft-

“Have sweet dreams.”

Letting your eyes close completely, you smile a little and mumbles a you, too, Mikey-san, before falling asleep for the second time that day.

A/N; might be a mini series again woah haahah

@bontensbabygirl

[sturniololuv08]

Double Dealing

The party wasn't as bad as I thought. Nick was sitting in the living room with a drink in his hand. He was socializing with everyone that approached him. Chris was doing the same thing but on his feet. Elmer was talking business with some people in the back room. I was in the kitchen where fewer people were. I leaned against the counter slowly sipping something that tasted like coconut and gasoline. No one talked to me and I was okay with that. The house was full but not as bad as I thought. There was alcohol but not enough for anyone to get trashed. Elmer had cupcakes and various chips on the counters in case anyone got the munchies from smoking marijuana. The group that was invited was everyone from the bad drop Nick got shot at. Since it was everyone from the drop my anxiety was high. I already relived the horrible time over and over in my head and now everyone was right in front of me again. I just couldn't help but feel like something was going to go wrong. Everyone was laughing and joking about that night, even Chris who wasn't there. I kicked off the counter and started walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" Nick caught me.

"It's a lot." I sighed and looked over his shoulder at everyone having a good time.

"Are you good?" My attention snapped back to him.

"I'm okay. I just need some air." I reassured him. He nodded and I quietly opened the door and closed it behind me. I knew if anyone asked Nick would make up some excuse for me being gone. The nighttime air was cool and stung my lungs upon my first breath. I grabbed my headphones from the car and tucked them in my ears. I took a second to sync them to my phone. I started walking. I made my way towards downtown. There was a fountain in the park that had lights that changed color. I just wanted to sit and watch them shift between the colors and feel at peace. The night was flying by and I sat thinking about her again. I made my decision that tomorrow I was going to say something to her. I was going to tell her my name and I was going to ask her out. Life is way too short to live in fear. After a few hours, I assumed the party was ending and headed back. I was right, only a few cars remained outside Elmer's house. I snuck back in and either no one noticed that I was gone or no one cared.

"Matt." I turned and saw Chris and Elmer motioning for me to join them. I slowly walked over to them. I assumed I was in trouble since the head and right hand wanted to talk to me together.

"Come in here." They pulled me into the business room. It was the room of the house that was for secret conversations and any business other members weren't allowed to be involved in. It was just us three in the room. Elmer and Chris sat in their designated chairs.

"Chris tells me you are stepping up for Nick." He raised a brow. I wasn't sure the best way to confirm so I just nodded once.

"Good. I like to hear he has the cover. I'm even more glad to know it's you. I have some meetings coming up and I want you there."

"Okay." I faked the confidence.

"Good. Chris." Elmer cocked his head towards the door asking him to leave. He obliged. "I wanna talk about that night." He said hushed.

"I don't know what happened. Everything was fine and then it wasn't; I just panicked." I lost my confident tough guy act quick.

"You are fine. It's not you I'm worried about."

"Nick? The doctor said -"

"No. I think someone is double-dealing."

"What does that mean?" I was usually the house sitter so the gang terms weren't obvious to me like my brothers.

"I think someone is sharing information from our crew directly to The Reapers."

"Shouldn't you be talking to Chris about this?" I was very confused.

"He already knows about it. He has his job. Now I need you on the same page."

"And that is?" I was a little intrigued.

"If you hear or see anything I need to know immediately. Talk around. See if you can trip anyone up. Just after that deal went dirty I found out La Banda was meeting with The Reapers. Something is going on. I think they are tryna oust us." I didn't know it was this deep. I shook my head up and down so he knew I was actively listening and understanding. He stood up so I knew we were done talking. I reached for the doorknob when his voice stopped me, "And Matt?"

"Yeah?" I looked over my shoulder.

"Thank you for being a brother." He smiled. I smiled back. Even though this gang shit seemed stupid pretty much all the time, it was nice to feel a part of the group for once. I rejoined Nick and Chris in the living room.

"Ready to go?" Nick asked slowly standing up.

"Yeah." I sighed outward heavily. I felt Chris eyeing me hard but I couldn't tell why. We made our way back to our hideout.

"I have an errand to run. I'm going back out." Chris immediately turned around and left.

"Any idea what -"

"Not a clue." I interrupted Nick. "How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad. I'm just tired." Nick looked grey in the face from exhaustion.

"Need me to get you anything?" I offered.

"I'm okay. I'm just going to go to bed." Nick walked into Chris' room. I made my way to my room and thought about tonight. As far as bad nights go tonight wasn't an awful one. I had a lot of apprehension about Elmer's meetings. I could only hope that they were easygoing and nothing like the drop I endured. I got into bed and waited up until I heard Chris get back home. He came in trying to be quiet but I was wide awake. I caught him in the hall.

"You good?" I asked. He looked scared to see me.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." He shrugged.

"It's late. You sure?" I pressed.

"I'm fine. Go to bed." He said sternly. "You don't want to be tired for your meetings." He almost sounded jealous. He disappeared into his room. I went back into my room and stared at the ceiling. Something felt off. The only thing that made me feel better was knowing tomorrow at three o'clock I was going to ask her out.

[razorblade180]

9 Days of Lancaster Day8: One Bed!

[The Kindom of Vale, nighttime]

Expect the unexpected; quite a simple rule taught in many professions but yet hard to grasp all the same. Jaune consider himself a thinker, and more importantly, a problem solver for those in need. He was currently putting that into practice by sitting on the couch of his humble apartment. He’d normally be asleep by now, however that wasn’t an option until…

knock knock knock

Bingo! Jaune stood up to open the door. On the other side was his very close friend and ex girlfriend, Ruby. The Reaper held a duffel bag and had her clothes hastily put on, leaving a few belts unbuckled. She walked inside so he could close the door. Ruby dropped her back near the couch and immediately turned around with her hands together.

Ruby:Thank you thank you thank you thank you!

Jaune:Hehe, it’s no problem. You’d do the same.

Ruby:Maybe if I was awake at this hour! I still can’t believe the pipes bursts throughout my building at a time like this.

Jaune:Expect the unexpected, as Ozpin always says. Did your room flood badly?

Ruby:When I left it wasn’t the worst but I’m not surprised if I come back to a few things ruined. Manage to grab a few important things though. A few clothes, hygiene supplies, Crescent Rose.

Jaune:I’m a little surprised you didn’t call Yang before me.

Ruby:She has Blake over….

Jaune:I’m sure she would’ve made room for you.

Ruby:Oh she would, but not only is she further away, but her and Blake aren’t exactly…quiet.

Jaune:Ah…well I don’t think they would’ve with you aro-

Ruby:I’ve been with them before. They thought I was asleep.

Jaune:I’m so sorry. Too bad Weiss is out of town.

Ruby:Even if she wasn’t I have a sneaking suspicion she’d be in bed hours ago. I know she’d let me in but waking Weiss is a dangerous experience. So yeah, thanks again. *bows slightly* I’ll be out of your hair in two days.

Jaune:Y’know you’re allowed over whenever? It really isn’t a big deal. I…I’ve never changed the locks.

Ruby:Oh..I assumed you did. Guess I destroyed that key for nothing.

Jaune:You could’ve given it back.

Ruby:Mmmm nah. *smiles*

Jaune playfully rolls his eyes and begins walking over to the couch and goes to lay down.

Ruby:Ummm, what are you doing?

Jaune:Going to sleep?

Ruby:Jaune I brought a pillow and cover. I’m not robbing you of your bed.

Jaune:It’s fine. The couch is comfy.

Ruby:Then let me have it! You already took me in. That’s enough.

Jaune:*stands* Ruby, I already changed the sheets. The bed is all yours.

Ruby:*raises brow*…..

Jaune:….*red* Out of etiquette! That’s what you’re supposed to do.

Ruby:Hey, I don’t know everything you do in your spare time. Could’ve found some random girl to pass the time.

Jaune:Rubes…

Ruby:Joking, I tease. Seriously though, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own home.

Jaune:Well I’m not leaving you on the couch.

Ruby:Then I guess we’re sharing a bed! *hands on hips*

Jaune:I guess we are- excuse me?

Ruby:You heard me! *flustered* I’m not backing down so compromising is all that’s left.

No amount of expecting could prepare Jaune for that answer. Ruby and him had only dated for nearly two months before they broke it off. They had a few…experiences together; but nothing as bold or as intimate as one might expect. Certainly nothing that required them sleeping together in a shared bed. There were missions out in the wild but that wasn’t the same at all! There were no grimm around to keep an eye on.

Jaune:You’re serious, aren’t you?

Ruby:When have I ever joked about my treatment towards you? I refuse to take from you! But uhhh *rubs head* I might need proper sleep wear. I don’t think I packed that. Hehe, whoops.

Jaune: *inhales* Unpack and take your bath if you need it. I get you something cozy.

Ruby:Sounds like a plan!

xxxxx

How did this happen!? How did a night become so stressful, and yet Jaune wasn’t upset by the turn of events. It was surprising more than anything.

Ruby walked into the bedroom wearing his black basketball shorts and her own tank top she surprisingly grabbed from a pile of clothes. The shorts were a tad big on her but she mind. It would’ve matched the blue tank top he had on currently. He also wore a pair of orange shorts. Her eyes directed themselves at the bed. It was barely bigger than a twin.

Ruby:Never thought I’d love being petite until now.

Jaune:Couch is still an option for m-

The girl ran past him and flopped onto the bed. Despite her stubbornness, Ruby could tell her face was little red. Between the sheets and clothes, Jaune’s scent was very noticeable. He turned off the lights but she could still see his eyes on her as he walked towards the bed.

Jaune:You’re not gonna let me sleep on top of the covers while you’re underneath, are?

Ruby:Okay now that’s actually cruel no matter how you look at it. No one should be struggling to pull up a cover in their sleep.

He couldn’t argue with that. He pulled the cover and got into bed with her. Normally he’d sleep facing the wall, but as he was greeted with silver eyes inches away, Jaune’s face grew hot immediately. Time to face the door!

Jaune:Night~

No more words were spoken, at least for awhile. Moonlight barely pierced the blinds but it was enough for Ruby to see the outline of Jaune’s body. Had he been working out? Though they kept in touch, they hadn’t hung out nearly as much after their breakup two months ago. Now they found themselves sharing the same bed; something completely foreign yet familiar to her. They had only been together as long as they’ve been apart. Now he felt closer than ever yet so far. Actually, that was part of the problem last time, but Ruby felt like this situation wasn’t at all the same.

Ruby:….You still awake?

Jaune:…..

Ruby:Jaune, you’re moving an inch. You’ve either died or currently holding your breath.

Jaune:*exhales* I was trying to ease tension.

Ruby:By passing out?

Jaune:Not my best idea. Buckled under pressure.

Ruby:Hehe, thanks again. I’ll be sure to pay you back.

Jaune:Ruby, I could’ve said no. You don’t owe me anything.

Ruby:I know but…it feels like I’m a squatter or bum otherwise.

Jaune:Pfft, what am I? A landlord?

Ruby:Hehe, I think you’re too kind for that job. You’d knock gently and say please.

Jaune: “I know times are tough but please pay by the first.”

Ruby: “But funds are so tight. I don’t have the money.”

Jaune: “You’re gonna get kicked out if you at least can’t put some money down.”

Ruby:… “There’s no other way I can pay, sir?”

She put her arm around him, making him jolt a little as she clung to him. She could feel his heart beating as her hand found Jaune’s chest.

Ruby:I’ll do anything

Jaune:*blushing*…. Anything?

Ruby:Name it.

Jaune removed her arm from his body. He turned around slowly, rolling overtop of Ruby and staring down at the blush stricken girl. The was painfully silent as they didn’t move an inch.

Ruby:W..Well? Name it.

Jaune:….You’re not the type of person to just throw yourself at a someone.

Ruby:When have you ever just been someone? And who knows, I’m not exactly the same person. Are you?

Jaune:You mean, “emotionally distant?”

Ruby:I…did say that, didn’t I? If it makes you feel better, I was a bit “reckless and pushy at times.” Guess that last part still rings true, given where we’re at.

Jaune:Don’t put it all on you. I…wasn’t trying too hard to avoid this. So, “anything?”

Ruby:*nods slowly*

Jaune:In that case, Ruby, do you wanna try us again?

Ruby:…That is…not what I thought you were going to say. *red*

Jaune:Changed or not, you aren’t the kind of person to do something like this on a whim or casual fun. Just like you know I’d never find some random stranger to pass the time. You put effort into what you want, and so do I.

Ruby:Sounds like our mutual breakup is more like we took a break. That…actually makes me feel a lot better. So there’s been no one else?

Jaune:Nope. Ruby, I did not change my locks. We still talked regularly.

Ruby:Cut me some slack. I’m no pro at all this, and I’m sorry if I made it feel like if you should’ve been-

Jaune lowered himself and silenced her apology. Ruby felt her heart leap, kissing him back instinctively and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Two months without this was for too long. Their kiss ended but she refused to let him go.

Ruby:Just so we’re honest with each other, I may not actually know if Blake is at Yang’s. Sorry for lying.

Jaune:Heh, such a sneaky girlfriend I have.

Ruby:I can’t help that I missed my boyfriend. Now stay close. There’s not a lot of room in this bed~

Jaune:There’s enough for what I want to do. *leans in*

Ruby:Hehe, see? You really did change your sheets for nothing.

Jaune:Hush. *kisses her*

[mindsmade]

⁶⁾ a hospital waiting room with only one other person in it ( for Shawson perhaps 👀 )

meme

A lone salarian sits at the far end of the row of chairs lining the clinic's wall. Something about that sight almost stirs Aiden to pity — almost. It's not a feeling that's easily cultivated in him, with his war-torn heart hardened and its capability for empathy flattened because of it.

Still, with nothing but another lengthy wait ahead of them and an anxiety-infused silence between himself and Miranda for now, his mind begins to wander — and wonder, at that.

Another victim of the war, herself? Or is she awaiting news from one, locked away in a room a few doors down the hall?

The answer eludes him, and so he drops the matter. There's a whole world turned to ash out there, beyond the panoramic window spanning the width of the wall his bed – with him in it – was placed beside.

He'd get up and pace around if he could, but that's the entire point of the awkward position he finds himself in: will he be able to walk again at all? More at five, he supposes — literally. Ten more minutes of waiting for the radiologist to call them in.

It's not for a lack of trying, at least — on both ends. She'd poured all of that unique expertise of hers into his recovery ( again ), most of all when he was out cold for weeks on end ( ... again ).

His part in that recovery only followed after waking. He did the damned exercises he's been given; he did drag himself behind a walker and let a VI jammed into a mechanical body do the hardest work for him when told to, both at immense cost to his pride.

'Promising,' they'd said. All he heard ( or felt, at least ) was 'disappointing'.

And Miri'd tried to get him to see the good in his progress, or to recognize that there'd been any at all. This is just meant to be the beginning — but it's all too slow for him.

These things take time.

Too much of it, to his mind. He's told her that, too.

She hadn't said anything after that, just like she isn't saying anything now. The silence beckons his attention towards her and away from himself. That, somehow, opens his eyes to something that seems all too obvious now that it's revealed itself to him: she's there with him — not only physically, here, in this almost-empty hallway; she's with him in this uncertainty, too.

He'd kick himself if only he could.

Will this keep him from trying to isolate his pain discomfort in the future? Doubtful. But maybe he'll come to his senses before the silences – caused by his pigheadedness – stretch on for too long.

❛  Hey,  ❜ Shepard ushers after another moment, reaching out a rough hand. Its palm faces up, resting on the railing. ❛  It'll be all right.  ❜

A white lie? Not necessarily. Even if the worst should come to pass, they would be fine, somehow. The fact that they lived to see this very day is more than he'd even dared hope for before the Reapers kicked the bucket.

He just needs to start finding the good in a life without legs, and fast, if he is to beat his inevitable disappointment to the punch. His, and Miri's.

That might be the worst of it all, should they receive bad news: she'll be stuck with him like ... this.

Aiden clears his throat, hell-bent on ridding himself of the thought altogether. It'll find its way back to him when nighttime rolls around again.

Just as he's about ready to admit defeat in that respect at least, he catches another glimpse of the salarian down the hall. This time, she's hunched over, face held in her hands.

To this day, he still doesn't know if salarians cry; if they can cry, or even feel the urge to.

He doesn't linger on that thought for too long. The grounding weight of Miri's hand in his won't allow him. It instead draws his gaze right back to her, where he finds those ocean-blues staring right back at him. An uncomfortable cocktail of sympathy and obliviousness stirs inside of him.

❛  At least we've still got each other, huh?  ❜

[deathfavor]

@kisumshi said: [ jacket ] dorahan cos hanma is a chilly bitch

prompts for ordinary things that feel intimate [ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

Hanma has no love for the winter and he makes no effort to conceal his distaste for it. Sometimes its a muttered why is it so fucking cold?, other times its just a grumpy look whenever he has to go outside and away from the warmth that he has available. And as lovely as Draken's company is, it's not exactly keeping away the nighttime chill.

Maybe it's because Hanma had spent too much time at the mercy of winter and its bitter winds when he was younger. Maybe it's because the reaper doesn't like to feel as cold physically as he does in his chest. He already knows how hollow he is. He doesn't need an unpleasant reminder of it in this way too. Or maybe Hanma just hates it the same way people hate certain colors and smells. Just because. Just because it goes against some internal code.

He's pretty sure there's a joke that could be made somehow. Of course a zombie would like heat more. Which is actually untrue considering both excessive heat and cold were both bad for a decomposing corpse - which is all a zombie really was. But they do like fresh things more he supposes, so the joke more or less still fits. He's too busy sulking over the growing chill to find it though. He'll leave that to Draken, or leave it unsaid of neither of them comment on it.

Hanma's too busy in his own thoughts to really notice when Draken starts to move beside him. There's a far away look in his eyes, bottom lip caught and worked between his teeth in a mindless gesture as he allows a slow river of thoughts to drag him around. It's not a side of Hanma that many people see. His loud, mocking, irritating side is well known. Even his apathetic or bored side is somewhat common. But this ghost like visage is rarer ; like Hanma will disappear with the morning light when the sun dawns in seven hours.

He feels the weight of the jacket on his shoulders, and it yanks him back into now. He looks down, bewildered to find a jacket draped over his shoulders. He lifts his head, his earring softly clanking with the gesture as he looks to see Draken as the generous benefactor. Hanma doesn't hesitate much longer before he's pulling the jacket on properly, an unconscious sigh of relief and comfort filling the space. It's warm - both because it's a proper jacket for this weather, and from Draken's body heat. It's oddly soothing beyond just what a jacket should be able to do. He snuggles into it, amber eyes gleaming with satisfaction like a hungry animal that's just gotten a filet mignon rather than mere scraps.

" Your generosity is truly appreciated, Draken. Want a thank you kiss ~ ? " He grins, voice shifting to its usual melodic, playful tone. Hanma leans against him - first lightly, and then slowly allowing more of his body weight to be supported by him. But then he simply tucks his head against Draken's shoulder. " You really are too nice. " His voice drops the act, sinking to a deeper and more somber sound, But there's still a faint smile on his lips.

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Fall Playlist Drop!!

these aren't all songs that were released during the fall, but they're songs that just sound the most right between september and december, i think :)

for when the tides of nostalgia start to rise:

no cambies tu andar -- Alba Reche

los cuerpos -- Alba Reche

Materia Viva -- Andrea Santiago (best experienced when it is 6pm and the sun has already set)

I Wanna Get Better -- Bleachers

No Face -- Hayley Heyndrickx

Love Is -- Itzy

Replay (PM 01:27) -- NCT 127 (an absolute classic by this point.)

pporappippam -- Sunmi

Wonderland -- Taylor Swift

Say It -- Tkay Maidza ("dog days over / man i cried for weeks")

for crunchy leaves and chilly breezes:

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! -- ABBA (thanks to embrose for--indirectly--introducing me to this song! i'm obsessed!!)

Thirsty -- Aespa (I GET IT NOW !!!)

Hate That You Know Me -- Bleachers

You're Still A Mystery -- Bleachers

Dracula -- f(x)

Sunlight -- Hozier

BBIBBI -- IU

What You Waiting For -- Jeon Somi

I Wish you Roses -- Kali Uchis

Air Force One -- Odd Eye Circle

Esfera de amor -- Simona (so cronch.)

Big Things -- Tkay Maidza

Growing Up -- Tkay Maidza (this whole album is just prime autumn music, okay??)

for a 9am cup of coffee and the click of heels:

Telepathy -- BTS

Intro: Persona -- BTS

When I'm Alone -- f(x)

Cause I’m God Girl -- HyunA, Il Hoon Jung

Hypnosis -- IVE

XOXO -- Jeon Somi (i really thought this one would have gotten old by now, but somi's songs always surprise me with their shelf lives! i still love that chorus just as much as i did two years ago)

RUN2U -- StayC

Blame It On Me -- Twice

I Can't Stop Me -- Twice (main character song !!)

for the back-to-school sitcom, some theme songs:

Something -- Dayglow (yes i do sing along to both the lyrics and the instrumental of this song i like dayglow a very normal amount)

Monday Morning -- Fleetwood Mac

None of My Business -- Itzy

Lemon Black Tea -- Jo Yuri

Falling For Boys -- Julia Michaels (i've GOTTA do this at karaoke one day)

Fucked Up, Kinda -- Julia Michaels, ROLE MODEL

Handle With Care -- The Traveling Wilburys

for nighttime walks where you can't look away from the moon:

Do I Wanna Know? -- Arctic Monkeys (THANKS FOR THE ARG MONGEES @sincerelywebsy)

One For The Road -- Arctic Monkeys

You're So Dark -- Arctic Monkeys

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper — Blue Öyster Cult

Atlantic City - Live at the Point Theatre, Dublin -- Bruce Springsteen (the superior "atlantic city")

Youngstown -- Bruce Springsteen

Butterfly -- f(x) (oh my GOD its so good)

Liar -- G-IDLE (can't believe i missed this one last year ??)

Ciudad -- Nina Suárez

Into You -- Yuri

[illusion-shinigami]

Fangs @byakushisakura-rp

Nighttime was a time of the day Kizato found peaceful. Nobody was around, and he could do his work quietly and in peace usually. A deep breath was let loose from his mouth while he walked through the calm streets of this new town, which were lit up by the street lights. This wasn't normally an area he was assigned to; or any soul reaper for that matter. He opened his phone and looked at the orders he received.

-Investigate the cause of the destruction of hollows in the area.-

Along with additional information like the location, such as events leading up to the hollows destruction, which didn't offer much help as it said was 'drainage of spiritual pressure' and 'little to no remains'. Closing his phone, he took a look around. Everything seemed normal in this quiet town. With a sigh, he shoved his hands in his pockets. He would have to wait things out until a hollow showed up. That's when he noticed an individual standing under one of the street lights with pale skin and white hair looking right at him. He knew there was nobody around them this late at night, so this person was definitely looking right at him. Not only that...this person seemed different. Like there was something not human about him.

'I wonder if they know whats going on...'

The soul reaper thought to himself. He didn't want to scare them off though, so he held up a hand as if to wave, but he paused right as the all too familiar cry of a hollow echoed throughout the surrounding area. He noticed the person who was looking at him had noticed it too, as their attention turned towards the sound. He could find and question this person later though, after introducing himself hopefully. He never wanted to come off as too fearful to humans who could see him.

With this thought in mind, he took off in the direction of the hollow, using his flash step to get there quick. It was then that he felt something weird... It was as if the hollow was disappearing, the cries got shorter, the spirit energy he sensed grew weaker...as if it was draining away slowly. He arrived at the scene by landing on top of a building in front of the area. It was a large back alleyway, and his eyes widened at the sight. He saw what appeared to be just the mask of a hollow, laying on the concrete. Before he could get close to investigate it, it crumbled away into nothing.

"Just what's going on..."

He muttered to himself. It was then that he also noticed two individuals, also with pale almost white skin, leaving the area through an alleyway. He was going to follow them, but his sighed. He needed to report this to the soul society and receive further orders-or he should investigate further and give more information when he had more. Right now, he knew about as much as the research and development team who assigned him this task.

"I'll find out who they are-"

Kizato said to himself as he watched the humans walk around the corner of the alley out of his sight. He was about to give chase when his attention was drawn to the white haired individual from earlier, who had also just arrived. They ran down into the open back alleyway, possibly looking for something. The street lights shining against his skin reminded him that he shared the same pale skin look as the others did. This person may know whats going on, but he had to play it cool. He then flash stepped down a little bit behind the person and started up a conversation in what he hoped was a pretty casual enough way to not scare the other off.

"Oh, hey. Did you hear that weird sound too?"

[zoocoup]

2023 Favorites with Notes

2023 Favorite LPs & EPs https://www.zoocoup.org/2023/music/lps.html

2023 Favorite Singles https://www.zoocoup.org/2023/music/singles.html

A few notes:

The A Giant Dog record was simply the one record I not only listened to a lot but also the one that would constantly earworm itself into my brain randomly, so I didn't see how I couldn't place it at the top of the list. I've loved the past few A Giant Dog records, but I still don't know how I like something that has so much theater kid energy.

Esther Rose, Yazmin Lacey, Glyders, This is the Kit, The Tubs, Andrew Gabbard, Stress Positions, Lael Neal, Miss Grit, CHERISE, Chief Adjuah, Bruxa Maria, Cel Ray, Cerbère, Dead Sea Apes, Dream Version, Gueersh, Hairband, La Culpa and Uni Boys were entirely new to me

I've liked several Mitski songs in the past, but this was the first full record I felt compelled to buy

The last three songs of the Bully record are undefeated

PACKS was a band I found on accident a few years ago — their first record was included in a shipping mixup — and I continue to be impressed with them

In my head I argue The Armed is basically Steely Dan for the 21st century

Girl Ray's first record was one of my favorite records of 2017, but I skipped the follow up. Pleasantly surprised to see how much I enjoyed this latest release

I played the three EPs I called out more than some records this year

I wish julie would release a proper record

Happy to see Bosque Brown and Las Nubes return with something new after a few years away

2023 Numbers:

Albums & EPs purchased: 194

Singles purchased: 96

Releases that came close to making one of the lists:

Bees Made Honey in the Vein Tree / Aion

“Bicho Solto“ / Lê Almeida

Blonde Redhead / Sit Down for Dinner

“Bullet” / split system

Cat Power / Cat Power Sings Dylan: The 1966 Royal Albert Hall Concert

Catalogue / MODERN DELUSION

Class Traitor / Broken Energy Highway

“Defect“ / Snooper

El Michels Affair & Black Thought / Glorius Game

“Evil Eye” Shana Cleveland

Gaadge / Somewhere Down Below

“glow worms” / Jonah Yano

Goo / Squid Ink Sky

PJ Harvey / I Inside the Old Year Dying

Kyle Kinane / Shocks and Struts

La Sécurité / Stay Safe!

Leggy / Dramatica

Jenny Lewis / Joy'All

Liela Moss / Internal Working Model

“My Lovely Cat! / Deerhoof

“Nothing in the Middle” / Things That Fly

“Read the Room” / Pearl & The Oysters

“Ruth's Mouth“ / RITUAL / HABIT / CEREMONY

Sky Furrows / Reflect and Oppose

Skyzoo / The Mind of a Saint

Trevor Sloan / Dusk Among the Plum Trees

“So U Kno“ / Overmono

“Springtime” / Vintage Crop

Swans / The Beggar

Sweeping Promises / Good Living Is Coming For You

Tanukichan / GIZMO

Tele Novella / Poet's Tooth

Mo Troper / Troper Sings Brion

WALLOWING / EARTH REAPER

“The Way“ / Nighttime

[isladora]

If Magic School is nothing like she thought, then Wyvern is even more surprising.

It took her a full week to realize that this tall dragon boy with a wingspan twice her height is not mean or scary at all, despite his long, prowling stares and moody silences.

He's just painfully awkward.

It happened in their room in those late hours where the morning mingled with night and every nighttime echo seemed to shout in the silence. Pepa sat curled on her bed, a mug of tea on her side table and a book in her lap.

Wyvern was perched in front of his easel, his tail curled lightly around his body. He was staring at the easel, sketching with a pencil in hand, muttering under his breathe and measuring every few strokes.

The silence in the room was thick, lurking like a crocodile in a lake. Pepa had never truly fit the archetype of a nerd, despite her efforts. She loved books and needed learning like her owl Holmes needed perch judgmentally at the foot of her bed (little twit), but she'd never succeeded in being properly awkward or shy.

Despite her childhood efforts of bookish isolation, she had loads of friends growing up and still caught up them from time to time on her social media accounts or on weekends. A few had even visited her at the boarding house.

And so when the silence prowled, Pepa was simply not bookishly quaint enough to meekly ignore it. She confronted the silence head on.

"What are you painting?" Pepa asked the dragon boy, hoping he hadn't heard the quake in her voice. His face flushed a truly shocking shade of red.

When he spoke, his voice quaked worse than Pepa. She found herself feeling unexpectedly proud of that fact. After all, it wasn't like he was talking to a black-eyed white dragon.

"It's-erm-nothing," he mumbled, his long hair falling in curtains around his face. Usually he kept it back with a rubber band, but sometimes he let it fully loose in the privacy of their room.

"You've been working hard on it for hours," She said, arching an eyebrow at him. God, it irritated her when people said 'nothing'. Just say you don't want her to know. It can't be nothing. It must have shown on her face because he flushed even harder, this time to the white roots of his hair. Soon he'd be as pink as Plumdrop.

"No, but-it's-I can't," he stuttered, scratching at his scalp. And finally, in the most defeated voice she could have imagined, "You weren't supposed to ask." "What?" She asked dryly, her primly arched eyebrow arching higher. Because, honestly, what? Was he raised in a cave?

Did Mommy and Daddy dragon not speak simlish? It was so absurd that she completely forgot to be afraid. She laid her book aside and leaned forward, more than curious about whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.

"It's a gift," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "For you."

Eyebrow down. Mouth open. What. This dragon boy hadn't spoken a word to Pepa, or anyone, all week. And suddenly, he's painting something for her specifically? Once again it must have shown on her face, because the blush crept down his arms and to his hands.

"Well, I've been-" And he mumbled the next part so quietly that she had to unfold her limbs from her comfy bed and cross half the room to hear him. "I've been wanting to talk to you. Just didn't know how. So I thought maybe we could talk about this painting. When it's done."

"Oh," said Pepa, unexpectedly flushed. She tugged her sweatpants higher on her hips just to do something with her hands. "Right. Of course. When it's done."

"When it's done," he repeated, a hint of desperation in his impossibly deep voice. He spoke in a growl like the grim reaper. It was terrifying.

"Okay, when its done you can-you can try talking to me about the painting," I said, tucking myself back into my bed, grabbing the discarded book from my bedside table.

He nodded into the curtain of his hair and turned back to the Easel. That's when she thought back to his long stares and avoidant behavior and sighed. Well, she had to adopt him now.

[guardianlegends64]

Reaper: Oh I Thought the Door was open anyways My Maids Made a Dress for You a Dress made from the 1800s

Jack: So when will the two visitors be coming?

Reaper: until it’s Nighttime my friend but we should be prepared since it’ll be a very Important Night also my father said that there will be others coming and he did say That Saphira’s Father is bringing others as well

[Closed RP] Sunny Day Jack in alternate Love Life“Double The Date And Double The Love”

On the morning day of May there were two Men by which their Names were Reaper Infinite and Sunny Day Jack both of them were Walking together to celebrate Jack’s Famous and Most Popular show as Reaper is Jack’s Very Trusted and Best Friend for a very long time…

Reaper and Jack were at a Young Age and were in New York City when they first met each other and Worked together even Helped each other out and Became Very Best Friends …

Currently Jack and Reaper were now living at Jacksonville In which they are now Both Grown Adults and are working together on how to improve Jack’s show more effectively as They were both walking back to Reaper’s mansion to celebrate Sunny Day Jack’s Very successful Show and even have a party with friends and family…

But in that Moment when it was Getting dark….they both saw a Lady who was getting harassed and Even getting bullied by 5 Drunken people as both Jack and Reaper Intervened and Saved the Lady from any further harm they both protected the lady as they also knocked out the Five drunken people…

Then at the End of the brawl Jack and Reaper noticed that the lady is unconscious as the two brought her to Reaper’s mansion to get patched up and Rested….

As Reaper and Jack were worried about the lady… as they wait and stay in the room where Reaper had Put her and Helped Patch her up with the help with Jack…

Until they see her awake slowly and as They got up and the two checked in on her

“Reaper: Miss.. How are you feeling…Are you Ok..?

Jack [SDJ]: Do you need anything..? Do you need something to drink..?”

As then lady spoke…

[blahandwhatever]

The air is unclean, and the sun has too often been an unblinding orange disk. Still, there is no orange sky or fire. Still, a walk outside after a housebound day fills me with life.

This week, I’m basking in contrasts. The pleasure of a lazy day at home after a busy day out and about. The pleasures of the outdoors and moving and exploring after a lazy day at home.

Today's walk through well-trodden ground was unusually invigorating, shaking me out of my latest too-much-internet slump. Afterward, I went to check out Woodman’s Food Market for the first time, driving through parts of Buffalo Grove I’d never ventured into, so reminiscent of Naperville. My singular aim was obtaining Herr’s Carolina Reaper cheese curls - they disappeared from Jewel just as they’d become an essential in my spicy snack rotation, and I hadn’t been able to find them anywhere in forever. With the help of Instacart, I learned they might be available at this store.

The store was massive and packed with a wealth of stuff. I got a whole ’nother walk out of winding through its many aisles, getting the lay of the land. My brain teemed with a sense of discovery I hadn’t felt in a while. I found my beloved cheese curls. Know what else I found? My favorite chocolate and organic teas I’d been ordering in bulk since they disappeared from other stores. It was like a return to the past - and so were some of the prices. Favorite frozen meals at prices I hadn’t seen since before COVID. SeaPak tempura shrimp for $6.99, regular price - I’m lucky if I can find it on sale for that little elsewhere. Some cheap organic produce too. The only letdown was a bag of apples I thought cost $3.99 but learned at checkout was $3.99/lb, or $8.99 total. That one was more expensive than the equivalent at other stores (although I’m a little suspicious because looking online suggests it’s $3.99 for 3 lbs - and this was a case where I had trouble scanning the barcode and an employee helped me. I’ll check more carefully next time). Also couldn’t find any organic cashew butter - would be nice to find a good replacement for the horribly price-gouged one I’ve been buying at Whole Foods, or the same one for a lower price, but oh well (last new cashew butter I tried was Once Again from Fresh Thyme, which is so awful I can’t believe it’s on the market and voluntarily eaten by people).

All in all, it may be a bit farther from home, but it’s definitely a place worth visiting once or twice a month to stock up on some stuff. With the prices they have, some things aren’t even worth buying elsewhere anymore. The drive is also more pleasant than most of my shopping routes here.

I got back home after 9, another first in a while, and still had an excess of energy for bouncing around to music. I ate my chips, had lots of vegetables, eventually wound down and wrote most of this post, read some Annie Dillard, and made the mistake I’ve so often made lately of taking a nighttime nap that would end up going on for hours. Last night, I resisted doing this and was better off for it. Stupid habits form all too fast - then I have to fight to shake them off.

Now there’s construction going on in the parking lot, probably adding more uncleanness to the air. But I’m safe enough inside with my purifiers, and far enough from the noise to sleep soundly again.

[lalamines]

[ Fireflies ] - Also known as lightning bugs. Get it? … Maybe you wish to catch the show, or maybe you want to catch the bugs - just remember that they’re not so small anymore. [ Wish ] - Off to the side there is a lonely well. Perhaps if you toss in a coin and keep it company for a moment, it will grant you a wish? 

A curl of russet-garbed fingertips reaches as if for lime starlight, bended elbow withholding childish humor, as if to touch and prompt sparkling electricity from so grandiose a nighttime creature, aflutter and light-casting ( for there was within a curious notion, infantile and wholly unlike Prince Macedon . )

It is delicate bootfalls that tugs his hand from lime sparks, withdrawing, crossed at the sternum, fortified against that childish curiosity for what if he was seen?

Pride was a miserable advisor. Wholly-consuming of a king, wholly-despairing of a man seeking mirth.

He turns atop booted heel, glimpsing a phantom-esque visage of soft locks and a mien wrought of soft benignity ( a phantom of his loss ―― that dream so distant of the reaper ? )

"Have you heard?" He spoke, brows furrowing. "They . . . grant wishes, these creatures. Make one now. It is late." Lips press together, fraternity awakening ( a chivalrous knight ―― fraternal affection ). He would not permit Maria to wander astray, into dark nighttime endeavors, and haply it is such that prompts,

"Upon finishing, I'll escort your return to the ballroom."

An offered hand.

It's a beautiful sight, one that Mercedes was content to quietly enjoy in a moment of peace and quiet. Thoughtful and reverent, she loses track of time until another presence joins her.

A stranger, but in some way achingly familiar. The stony furrow of his brow and forlorn expression bring a name to her lips. Emile.

She is not foolish enough to say it out loud. To burden this stranger with her brother's memory. The similaritiesextend mostly to stature and something else, less tangible but all the more profound. It seems this man, chiseled in marble and steel carries enough of his own hardships. All Mercedes has to offer is quiet companionship, a gossamer light smile intended to reassure that one day, one day things would be well again.

Mercedes does not know which of them she is trying to convince.

"I hadn't heard that. Thank you for sharing, have you made a wish of your own?" There is little she wants for, at least nothing so important to for such an opportunity. An extra helping of dessert or a breeze to help the laundry dry more quickly seem like trivial little things. Those she can easily do without, making the most of the situation whatever may come tomorrow. This solemn moment begs for something weightier and more meaningful. So Mercedes does the one things she knows best. "Hmm, my wish is for yours to come true! Now they simply have to grant it."

She takes his offered hand, feeling another flower blossom against her neck as she accepts his offer to escort her. The company would be nice, even if she can certainly handle herself at night.

"Thank you for walking with me. You have a very kind heart. May I ask your name?"

[kofetalesnbpdchaos-leoreaper]

Me: is writings a short story about a young woman who’s going to have to be dealings with ghosts & shit!!

Also Me: around 01:04 AM, hears noises while in the middle of writing the scene where a ghostly figure’s soft voice is calling out to the MC in the middle of the fucking night—

Me: AHHH!! D: WHY TF AM I WRITING THIS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GOD DAMN NIGHT?! *drops notebook & pen* 🤧

Honestly??? Ahahaha 😂😭💔 It’s like 03:31 AM now , & I honestly wanna continue this shit but like same time Imma scary my own ass off!! *SMH* 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ I’m too eager to get this over with!! x3

BTW: DO WRITERS WHO WRITE HORROR SHIT STOP WRITING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT OR ARE YOUS LOT LIKE….???? 🤣🤣 NOT scaredy kitties ?? ;’3

P.S: this bitch is watching resident evil 2 play through with the man talking n shit which I thought I’d be scared of but like I’m doing shit on the side sooo cX hehehehe!! xD

— Lena Eclipse Reaper aka Leo Reaper.

The Art of Being A Pussy @ Nighttime As A Writer 👻

[skyartworkzzz]

HI. YES OKAY UM I FORGOT TO MENTION THE CARNIVAL AU I FIRST BROUGHT UP A COUPLE DAYS AGO And have since developed a TON about it

ALSO ALSO we have a Spy AU now that I came up with today on a whim sobs </3

ANYWAYS more info about both under the cut 📨 (think I should make a masterpost for each bro AUHAHIANKJDASD)

Carnival AU

Im also reffering to this one as The Lamb's Odyssey, since I imagine it to be told in the style of a poetry children's book (which Im still tryna develop the skills to make Ill get ther-)

Dance and music are common practices and even used as weapons of sorts amongst fighters (attacks are performed as dance steps and weapons are shaped as instruments which have to be played in a specific order to work). So u could say that the main vehicle for communication in this world is art

The Bishops rule the Lands, but their brother Narinder was isolated after a quarrel they all had; the siblings thought that due to their status, they were above Death which was Narinder’s domain. When he warned them that this was untrue, they banished him

The Bishops still hold their respective injuries, as per Narinder’s “punishment” to remind them all of their mortality before disappearing away. All of them hide it well so others do not become aware of that. Which means that yes, everyone who is not a god believes them to be immortal or invincible

Narinder then became a Grim Reaper, but always introduces himself as a mysterious and simple person, watching from the shadows and stalking souls to their natural demises so he may reap them away

Once a year,  there is a great celebration for the gods of the Old Faith in which many attractions are prepared and a big feast is thrown to all the noble people in the Lands

The sheeps are an estimated species considered to make for a delicious dish with their meat, so naturally, many were hunted down in the past to be served in the Big Feast

Lambert lives in a pasture area of sorts with their family and people. The sheeps are an isolated culture from the world, refusing to share their costumes with others for fear of persecutions; nobody really knows the localization of their valley and many believe them to be extinct at this point

One night, Lambert would meet Narinder in the woods - as they make their way back home from foraging - and dances with him until midnight, when he disappears into the shadows without revealing who he is. They meet again like this for 3 consecutive nights, until on the last one, Narinder offers the Lamb the freedom they have been craving for beyond the pasture, in exchange for his siblings' heads. Lambert promptly accepts and crafts a plan to flee from his home (since their parents would obviously disagree with them leaving and have always warned them and their siblings about the dangers beyond their village)

Eventually, Lambert would make it out of the pasture and go on a journey to make it to the kingdom of the Bishops, always meeting Narinder at nighttime and dancing their worries and questions away while learning more about his past and the Bishops, as well as the world they havent known until then

Each character would be a chronicle/adventure/chapter of its own, with Ratau guiding Lambert through the woods, The Fox actively trying to lead them astray, Clauneck Kudaai Haro and Chemach warning them to be careful and so on

Nearing the end, Narinder would reveal to be the Grim Reaper once Lambert is inside the Bishops' domain and learns about a fifth ruler that is no longer among them

Spy AU

Bro I litr made this one today cuz I wanted a divorceful narilamb energy help m-

BASICALLY Narinder is a spy who works alongside his siblings in the organization Old Faith, until he decided to become an indie agent. While Lambert is a tech wiz who offered their services to the org and met Narinder through it, they became an official agent for a couple of years

As time went by, Nari and Lamb developed a relationship and dated while working together, until Narinder betrayed Lamb and they broke up. Ever since then, they havent seen each other anymore and Lambert started selling their services to whoever paid them big

Eventually smtng happens which forces Nari to go after Lambert and get their help, and naturally they are also forced to spend time together and fall for each other all over again the end

Ill develop more about this one if I come up with anything else BUT YES exes. Love me "I know you so well but u had to be an asshole and ruin everything", thats the vibe in this hous-

AUS

hand em over

THE PANDORA'S BOX HAS BEEN OPENED UVE BEEN WARNED

List under the cut with me tryna be as brief as I can without spoiling a lot cuz I Will Prepare These Meals Eventuall-

GhostHunters AU

In this one, Lambert is a paranormal and horror youtuber alongside a few of my follower OCs, their content revolves around exploring abandoned places in search for ghost activities

The Bishops would be evil spirits here, possessed by vengeful desires

Eventually the ghosthunters go to an abandoned mansion famous for a family murder that happened in it long ago (smtng like the Amityville tragedy), which would be the Bishops mansion

As they spend time inside the house, they discover many secret passages, underground labyrinths and tombs, until coming to the dark realization that what seemed to have been an abandoned mansion actually turned out to be a secret spot for cult meetings, and with recent activity

I wanted to do this one in the style of camera-recording kinda shit yk, like told from the POV of somebody carrying a camera with night vision because there would be chases

There would be a time where everything goes dark in the mansion and the gang becomes trapped inside the house, so they try to find a way out through the basement, which is where they discover the secret passages to the cultists' ritual place

Throughout the journey, Lambert would've become accidentally attached to Narinder's ghost after finding a belonging of his which they were possessed into bringing along with them. Narinder then becomes a "personal guide" for Lamby as they make it through the mansion; he makes sure to keep them alive while showing little to no regard for their companions, much to Lambert's disdain (obv)

In actuality, Narinder's plan is to get Lambert out of the house in order to later possess their body, as a mean to come back to life himself

Lambert is the only one able to see Narinder....except for Felix. Ive now decided he would be the "I see dead people" guy hello

Beauty & The Beast AU

Lambert was given as sacrifice to appease Narinder’s hunger in order to avoid a prophecy from coming true, but in the end they did exactly what they were supposed to (this part is not too different from the game-)

Narinder is kept in a temple-castle kind of building, surrounded by a dead river and dense forests, with some of the nature already obstructing its way into the castle so you can find trees and moss in there on someplaces. The building is HUGE and used to be where Nari and his siblings lived in together, so there are many rooms

All Bishops are instead addressed as Lords. They are also huge, at least 3 meters and up taller than normal-sized creatures and still rulers of their respective domains. After the quarrel with Narinder, they all decided to live in their own lands inside their own temples and have been ruling the world likeso ever since

Lambert is the last of their kind, they were living with Ratau and Ratoo who are farmers, until the Bishops took them away to give to Narinder

Narinder was sealed in chains, his physical body is trapped inside of a room, until he eventually managed to project his eldritch self outside of it. So who Narinder is now is nothing more than the condensation of his power and soul. The sacrifices were offered to stop him from growing stronger and eventually lock him back into his carcass.

Narinder doesn't let anyone inside the room with his body inside, and carries the key for it wrapped around his ribcage

Narinder is cursed to stay within the grounds of his temple, he cannot leave to go beyond the bridge or even outside to his own yard, or else he gets burnt

Lambert eventually falls for the beast and promises to help him escape

Band AU

In this AU, the Bishops have a band known as (The) Bishops Of The Old Faith, until Narinder's plans for the band as a whole diverts from his mates, so he quits to make his own music group called The Ones Who Wait alongside Aym and Baal

Lambert is an orphan who was raised by Ratau (and Ratoo for a while). They work at his pub, The Lonely Shack, and play music for costumers from time to time on Fridays and Wednesdays

Both Ratau and Lambert have always been big fans of the BOTOF band, until Narinder split to create TOWW, which Lamby continued to listen to because Nari was in it. Eventually, auditions for a new member were open and Lamby decided to take the chance to sign up

They fail at first for being too nervous, but luckily the same night, Narinder (whilst undercover) visits the Lonely pub and perceives Lambert's performance, now more convinced of their abilities given how more naturally they played out compared to the audition. Lambert then joins TOWW's band as a roadie, doing what has to be done until Narinder is sure that they can handle the pressure of working with him

They eventually gain more recognition from the bandmates for their talents and manages to become an official member

The drama starts when TOWW becomes more and more popular, because although Lambert joined in, they hate the spotlight whilst Narinder is ambitiously seeking fame

Also in this AU, each Bishop has their own family! Nari included :D Which I may or my not design depending on how I feel about it UHANSJDMAKD

Royal AU

Fun fact about this one: was solely based on the fact that I wanted to see Lambert in this scene from the Cinderella movie Ever After, screaming about their family and getting viciously reprehended for it (love me angst <3)

Lambert is a peasant who had their family murdered by the Bishops for presumably not paying their taxes due to poverty, so they lived on the streets for a couple of years and lived off from stealing food and counting on luck to have a roof above their head for the night

The Bishops are addressed as Kings and Queens (except for Shamura, who is a Ruler) and each reign over their respective lands with their own castles to live in, but they govern under the same rules which are discussed in a communal temple at the middle of all the lands

Narinder is an exiled king who rules the lands of Limbo, which are smtng like a forbidden place of sorts. After his sibling quarrel, Nari was cursed to stay inside his own lands, being physically unable to leave his own territory, only its visitors are able to come and go unless they are blessed by the Red Crown

In the meantime he has been trapped, Narinder trained his armies for the day they are able to go forth from their barriers. He knows that they wouldn’t last against the power of 4 Crowns, but he cannot cast his own blessing upon his soldiers for it would prevent them to leave his kingdom as well, so he must break the curse first. He has been sending out thieves and spies in order to find the incantation and steal it away for him

One day, Lambert unknowingly sneaks into Narinder's room to hide away from guards who caught them stealing. When Narinder spots them, he is rather impressed by their abilities to make it past his own guards and him, so instead of giving them away he asks his army to train them (his plan is to eventually send them out as well to retrieve the curse incantation)

Lambert then becomes a knight apprentice under Ratau's care, who's a veteran and one of the most skilled warriors of Narinder

As time goes by, Lamby grows fond of their king and - ofc- falls for him, smtng which the King learns about through mind-reading and takes advantage of in order to increase Lambert's loyalty for him

Eventually, Lambert learns that their family was not killed for not paying their taxes, but rather because they were part of a resistance group that was against the Crowns. This will futurely make things harder for them to trust Narinder since he is a crown bearer and for Narinder to manipulate them, since he woudve developed feelings until there

Post-Apocalyptic AU

THIS ONE IS STILL FRESH NEW But I believe smtng like- hm Stranger Things, Last Of Us type of shit with how the monsters would look like

Maybe an apocalypse brought by literal Hell creatures, a lab failure or perhaps an organized doom

Maybe inspired by The Walking Dead games, how in some of them there were ppl who actually acted as if they ruled over the others, so like- I think the Bishops would be smtng amongst these lines "oh u want our resources? work for us" yk

Narinder would probably be an inbetween of that, but I like to imagine him as partially infected.....which is what makes him stronger than most

Whilst Lamb is one of the few, very rare few who is immune!

I think Lambert's family tried to get help with the Bishops once, but they didn't help them out, so Lambert grew resentful of them ever since and has lived on their own for a while alongside Ratau, until they eventually meet Aym and Baal who secretly work for Narinder, by scouting around the area to bring him food (which are. corpses........yeah)

Ill give this one some thought but it exists yes UINDJKLDAS

Rebellion AU

This one is also fresh new so I havent developed much of it aside from fantasizing about specific scenes, but basically: this AU explores the "what if the sheeps were stronger"

So every sheep here is much more violent than what I personally imagine them to be in the original game, they have a known base and village which is high-mid populated and are at constant war with heretics

The Bishops are also much stronger and beastial-like, succumbing fully to the power of the Crowns in order to resist against the sheeps' rebellion; their behavior is much colder and demonic, with little to no space for human emotions

The One Who Waits would be the sheeps' deity, which they worship and work their asses off in order to free

In this AU, Lambert's family is alive! But tragically more traumatized than their original selves

Maybe for the sake of the ship, I think the Lamb could either dream about Narinder every night for being very devoted to him, so they get ""divine interventions"" hehe, OR Narinder's presence could indeed be....lingering in the real world as a ghost of sorts or brief apparition, given that now the sheeps are fighting back the Crowns' power, that means that their influence wouldve been weaker. Which therefore could make way for their power over Narinder's prison to weaken as well, meaning that he could in fact be fred by simply killing the Bishops.

In Undertale language, this is basically a horror x fell version of COTL UDNJDSKDMASD

I THINK THESE ARE ALL THE ONES I CAN Say smtng about for now I still have to think more throughly about Role Swap, Pirates, maybe a Mafia one...................... not to mention the last 2 need more work to them as well

BUT THESE ARE THE AUS I HAVE IN STOCK FOR NOW I hope yall enjoy the read tysm for asking HURGHHK!!! 😭💜

[ice-reaper-writing-room]

just a small thing I thought of-- as my dumba** lays in bed, trying to sleep-- but...

I love how most of the Subway Surfers fandom (my dumb self included), after seeing Frank in his first full appearance in episode 11-- where he’s being mysterious and spooky and literally putting a rebellious teenager on a hit-list of some kind for the crime of ruining his super cool future-ish thing with graffiti art-- collectively think (or at least headcanon) him as secretly being a soft, hopeless romantic, lonely-ass nerd who just wants cuddles......

God I love how weird fandoms can be at times lol ((again, I’m guilty of this too, I’m not throwing shade, I swear!))

[simpingandprocrastinating]

𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘽𝙊𝙉 𝘾𝙊𝙋𝙔 - 𝘎𝘙𝘐𝘔𝘔𝘑𝘖𝘞 𝘑𝘈𝘌𝘎𝘌𝘙𝘑𝘈𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘡

Warnings: foul language, fluffy Grimmdad, SFW

Word count: 2389

Author's note: Well, I have baby-fever so I decided to write a little something about Grimmjow becoming a dad.

Grimmjow slid his eyes over the bone piece of the small being before him. It wasn't quite like his, he noted. Unlike his jaw piece, it was tiny, not even sharp. Piercing blue eyes stared back into his as he squinted his own. Oh yes, this was definitely his kid. It was as if he was staring at an exact carbon copy of himself.

How he was able to conceive was a mystery to him; but he in fact did. All this time he never once thought of having his own kin. He didn't even think it was possible, considering he was still most part hollow.

After the soul-reaper war ended, you had chosen to settle in the world of the living. Not only for yourself but also considering you had developed feelings for a certain Arrancar.

At first, Grimmjow had been exceptionally confused, considering he didn't quite understand what it was to have feelings for someone. Receiving and returning affection was something the blue-haired man wasn't familiar with. Nevertheless, he found out he shared your fondness and showed he cared for you in his own way.

Grimmjow being Grimmjow, this meant he had a growing need to impress you. Beyond that, he could be extremely possessive and was easily ticked off if another man would even come remotely close to you.

He wasn't allowed to stay in the soul society. The man had been useful as an ally, but he was still a being created out of a hollow; far from being a Soul Reaper or Visored. That being said, you were fine with the way things went in the world of the living if it meant you could be with him. Urahara Kisuke had even provided you with your own Gigai.

Grimmjow however, wasn't one to stay for very long. He would visit the world of the living when he felt like it - often leaving you on your own - but you understood he dreaded the place, as Hueco Mundo was his home.

However, things were different now.

He couldn't quite comprehend the news when you told him you were carrying his child. At first, he had been wary, being fully convinced it wasn't his. Mad even, for believing another man had touched you in ways only he was allowed to. Be that as it may, the kid was his. He could clearly see for himself now.

When Grimmjow had entered the house, it was already nighttime. Believing you were already asleep, he decided to join you in your shared bedroom. The electric-blue had shrugged off his jacket and shirt - throwing them on the couch - and wasted no time to climb the stairs. As he raked his hand through his messy hair, a sigh had passed his lips. 'Fuck' he was just plain bad at this relationship stuff.

He hadn't been home for quite some time, because he had to cool off and kill hollows to diminish his rage. That was weeks ago... maybe even a month or two... Time was a weird thing within Hueco Mundo, but the male felt obliged to return to you at some point, given you were pregnant and he didn't actually want to leave you all by yourself. After all, you were still his woman.

Yet, before Grimmjow could reach you, the sound of crying kept him from doing so. Curious and slightly exasperated, he had entered the nursery you finished before he'd left. This was the first time he'd actually laid eyes on his newborn son.

The kid in front of him was crying, yearning for someone to hold him, unbeknownst to the still bewildered male. Grimmjow's stare was almost intimidating; probably not the best way to calm down a crying child.

"Hey, kid. What do you want? You need your mom?" His gruff voice sounded, trying to calm down the tiny infant. What he didn't expect was for the boy to stop crying after hearing his voice. Grimmjow frowned as he leaned over the crib to outstretch his hand. Tiny hands reached for his finger, making him pull back slightly in hesitation. He had never hesitated with anything before, but for some reason, the gentle action short-circuited his brain.

Before he knew it, his hand acted on its own. Reaching out to the tiny infant, the boy made sure to lock Grimmjow's pointer finger in an iron grip.

"What the hell..." he breathed out.

Normally, he would've loathed kids. Fuck, even Nelliel got on his nerves, but right now he couldn't help but feel the strong urge to protect the tiny being with his life. This was really his son, right?

"So, do you believe me now?" Your tired voice sounded from behind him. Grimmjow whipped his head around to find your sleepy form standing in the door-opening; watching the two of them in silence.

"You're awake." "Of course I am Grimm, I heard 'our' son crying." You huffed. The man rolled with his blue orbs. He wasn't one to admit to his mistakes so easily, but he could at least try to, right?

"I'm not going back." "What?" You didn't know if it was the sleep deprivation taking over or just Grimmjow being vague, but the male didn't fail to miss the confusion in your voice.

"I won't leave you for Hueco Mundo anymore." He mumbled, looking anywhere but in your eyes. You now suspected this was Grimmjow's way of apologizing for leaving you. However, you had already found peace with his antics; accepting Grimmjow wasn't like any other man you've met. You knew what you were getting into when you chose to settle in the world of the living.

"You don't have to. Look Grimm, I-" "Fuck woman, I mean it. Shouldn't have doubted you in the first place..." You weren't going to push it by asking him if this really was an apology, because you knew he was speaking the truth. "Alright." You whispered, seeing your son had calmed down through Grimmjow's presence.

His big blue eyes were now following the male's every move, not letting go of his finger just yet.

"What does he want..." The male grunted. "It can be he's either hungry, needs your attention, or is in need of a clean diaper. But if I have to guess, I'd say it's a mix between hungry and your attention, since he stopped crying and he won't let go of you now." You tiredly let out while analyzing the scene before you.

"What's the brat's name?" "S/n..." You crossed your arms.

"S/n..." Grimmjow tested the name on his tongue and ridiculed it by muttering: "That's a weak fucking name." before pulling back his hand. As soon as he did this, the small boy began to whine in protest. Although he just insulted the boy's name, you knew he didn't actually mean it. It was enough to see him interacting with the small infant; who he finally seemed to accept as his own son. You also didn't want to push Grimmjow into taking care of your son right this instant.

"How do I hold him?" The electric-blue mumbled, his usual intimidating expression never changing.

"You want to hold him?" It came out more like a statement than an actual question, but Grimmjow chose to ignore it as he focused his attention on his son. "The brat’s hungry. How the hell am I supposed to feed him?" He scoffed.

"C'mere..." You softly spoke, pulling the man aside so he could see you demonstrate the proper way to pick up the baby.

"You've gotta support his head and neck with splayed fingers, while your other hand supports his bottom." Grimmjow followed your every move as you hung your body over the crib. The small boy stopped whining as soon as he felt your warm touch.

"Hi, baby..." You whispered softly as you shifted S/n in your arms and brushed your pointer finger over his chubby cheek. "Gonna get you something to drink, alright, sunshine?" You cooed.

"Want me to hand him over to you, or do you want to try and pick him up yourself?" "I've got it," Grimmjow grunted, taking over the small infant. "Just tell me what to do next..."

"You have to cradle him. Just lift his head in the crook of your arm - like I did before - and rest your arm around his body. Use your other arm as extra support for now. In the meantime, I'll go and prepare a bottle."

The electric blue hummed at your words, not really focused on your form anymore. He was now back to staring down at his son, both of their blue eyes locked onto each other.

You figured it would be fine to leave the two of them alone, so you went to prepare S/n's bottle in the kitchen.

"Your ma's soft, but I'm gonna make you fight the Kurosaki kid. Make you strong..." Grimmjow began to shift around the room, waiting for you to return.

Suddenly, he wondered if the kid shared his same Arrancar-like features. The bone structure on his chubby little cheek spoke for itself, but Grimmjow wasn't able to make out a hollow hole. For fucks sake, you dressed the kid like a little marshmallow man.

"Can't believe this woman. What's this thing?" The electric blue raked his eyes over the sleeping bag-like suit - which kept him from inspecting his son any further - and scrunched his brows in annoyance.

"Not all of us can afford to walk around without a shirt. He'd get cold and sick." You sighed stepping back into the room, but this time with a warm bottle of milk.

"Does he have it? A hollow hole." You pursed your lips at his question and shook your head. "He does not."

It was the first thing you noticed when S/n was born. There was a mask, but not a hollow hole. Urahara Kisuke could only explain this by taking into account Grimmjow was only half hollow. The other part was still considered to be soul reaper, although it was an alteration triggered by Aizen's doing. You, however, were fully soul reaper. This meant the baby would only be one-fourth hollow.

"Here, take this and go sit down. I'll be easier than standing." Grimmjow took the bottle from you and sat himself down in the rocking chair you bought a few weeks ago.

"He's still in the right position, just lift his head a bit and don't hold the bottle too high." You hunched over to adjust his head a little, just enough for S/n to grab onto your shirt and pull at it with his tiny hand.

"Sorry baby, not this time. Daddy's gonna feed you." You smiled at his attempt to get a hold of your breast through your shirt.

Just as your son latched his mouth onto the bottle instead, Grimmjow couldn't help but make a lewd remark.

"You prefer your mom's tit, don't you kid? Same could be said for me. Kinda missed them too."

"Grimm! Watch your mouth..." "What, kitten? If the kid loves it, I believe it would taste fucking great." He smirked in response. "Damn bottle's not the same huh?" A soft sigh rolled over your lips, followed by a yawn, making the blue-haired male look into your tired eyes.

"Go sleep, I can handle it." "But, you have to burp him when he's done, or he'll get gassy and spit up."

"Kitten." "Just hold him against your chest, with his chin on your shoulder, and support his back. Then gently pet his back. Really gentle, okay Grimm..."

"I got it. Now sleep, before I make you myself." With a small nod in response, you stepped forward to kiss S/n's forehead. However, this action was followed by an unsatisfied groan from the man holding your son.

"Not without my damn kiss, woman." He growled. Grimmjow could be needy on rare occasions like this and it wasn't exactly unwelcome. So, when the man asked you, of course, you wouldn't complain and immediately press your lips to his. "Missed you, kitten..." He admitted against your mouth. "Missed you too..." You smiled.

The electric-blue watched your form as you left the room for a second time this evening. Even though you'd left the two alone earlier, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Aside from Nelliel, Grimmjow didn't have any experience with kids, let alone a baby. The man could be pretty rough, given his nature, so your mother instinct wouldn't let you sleep at all. But while you tossed and turned in your shared bed, Grimmjow was really focused on doing what you'd told him to do.

S/n finished his milk bottle in record time and was now making little gurgling sounds at his dad.

"Your ma said you should burp now." He muttered, shifting the baby a bit on his arm, so he could put away the bottle. "The hell did she say again?" This time he was speaking more to himself than his son. He carefully moved his hand under S/n's head and moved him from his arm to lay his tiny body on his broad chest.

"Could fucking break you if I don't pay attention..." Grimmjow swallowed while carefully patting the boy's back. "C'mon kid..." As if on cue, the little boy let out a soft burp, making the man smirk. "That's my boy." He purred.

The infant put down his head again, having used up all of his energy. The electric blue could only stay still, enjoying the warm feeling of the tiny being on his chest as he slowly rocked back and forth on the rocking chair. Although he meant to rock the baby to sleep, Grimmjow started to feel drowsy himself.

Before he could fall asleep, his senses picked up your spiritual pressure in the hallway. Opening his eyes that he didn't remember closing, he saw you lean against the doorpost.

"Sorry... I-" You whispered. "Couldn't sleep..." " 'S alright..." He hummed back, watching you with half-lidded eyes as you strutted over to carefully pick up S/n and lay him back in his crib.

"C'mon daddy, it's time for you to sleep as well." The tall male sported a tired grin. "You should call me that more often, kitten."

"You deserve the title." You snickered. "Of course I do. I'm the goddamn best." Grimmjow scoffed, letting his competitive nature come through.

"Help me sleep too?" The blue-haired male cast a last glance at his son, before pulling you out of the room to your shared bedroom. "With pleasure."