#sama doma

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

ČSOB je snad jediná společnost která přišla s opravdu roztomilým maskotem

[magentaglowing]

Omg

[kaeyaswifefromsnezhnaya]

my kin list 🤐

женя лукашин это тот момент, когда вейрдо часть переходит в герлбосс

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

Hi! If youre still doing requests, i have kind of an odd ask , but maybe some of the upper moons' reactions to meeting Muzan's wife (reader). I also really like whipped!Muzan so maybe the other demons' reactions to seeing the demon king doting on his wife. Thank you very much :)

Hi Anon! (^○^.) I actually love this request, so thank you for sliding it into my askbox ♥

Honestly I love a powerful man - especially a powerful villain - who's just absolutely in love with their wife (♥ω♥.) and would do anything for them, it just brings me joy.

Anyway! I'm rambling abit, but here is your request! I hope I've done it justice (^ω^.) Please enjoy!

Come again to request whenever you want cause I'm always open.

Muzan Kibutsuji being whipped for his wife + Upper Moons Reactions - Headcannons:

You know those types of men that are just unmovable pillars of stone - who look like they were carved from the finest marble by the hands of angels - who are always impeccably dressed with a voice of icy poison and just command your attention?

Who turn to the softest love-struck mush when with their wife

yeah, that's Muzan Kibutsuji with his wife (aka. you)

The finest meals, clothes and jewelry are yours with a click of his fingers - all done to make you happy, to see you smile

Anything that you mention briefly - doesn't matter if it''s a book or a holiday - its yours by the end of the day

Just one smile and a fluttering of your eyelashes has muzan on his knees - a singular pout of your lips has his mind running wild

You just have to breathe and Muzan's heart squeezes, breath stuttering in his chest as he looks at you in adoration

You could ask for the world and he'd give it too you on a platter

Muzan worships you

Each touch from you is a blessing to his skin

Each kiss sealed into him

Each word of love that falls from your lips make him drunk to hear, each sentence thick with a love that leaves hearts in his eyes and his heart thumping wildly

He wants to wear you like a brand - each mark you leave on him (bite marks and all) are worn with pride - and you (and only you) get to touch and mark his skin in such sensual ways

Under his wedding ring, his finger holds your bite mark, something that he begs you to do each day - with love-struck tears pricking his eyes - and it always makes him feel like he's properly yours

"My Love," He purrs with a voice a think velvet "My wonderful wife, my moon and stars, I love you for ever and always" and he kisses you so softly

Sometimes you have to stop this man from wearing matching clothes with you - "But Beloved,"he whimpers with a face liked a kicked puppy "I want us to match" - because he will absolutely wear a matching couples outfit

Other days he just likes sharing the same colour palette

When you worship him by placing soft kisses to his skin - his wrists, knuckles and faces - Muzan feels like he's on cloud nine

Upper Moons Reactions:

When the upper moons first met you, it was by accident - pure accident -they'd been summoned and it just so happened that it was when muzan was just in the midst of kissing you and bathing you with compliments

Kokushibou doesn't even blink and just stands in position like a trained guard, this sight has been something he's accidentally stumbled upon a couple of times before and honestly it makes him miss his wife

Because this isn't the first time he's met you but rather the fifth, the first actually time he met you, you were incredibly respectful of him and actually treat him nicely - you became tea drinking buddies - so he quickly came to like you

Douma/Doma genuinely shrieks - like an honest to god scream - before quickly going to make fun (not a good idea) about how loving Muzan is and, "Why don't you treat us this way Muzan-sama~ You're breaking my heart~"

Akaza looks away from such an intimate scene with respect since it felt wrong to look upon his lord loving his wife - although his heart does ache for some reason when looking at such a perfect loving scene

Hantengu starts sobbing while apologizing anxiously - actually very jealous at how loving the scene is, he wants a wife and to dote on someone

Gyokko simply proclaims it as artful and simply leaves it as such

Daki Blushes a deep crimson - it makes her want a husband to dote on her so much

While Gyutaro simply sighs before looking away - much like kokushibou and akaza in respect - with jealous crawling up his ribs at such love, he wants somebody to dote on and love him so romantically

[myvalzpival]

Končí listopad a někteří z nás si zajisté uvědomují, že Vánoce rozhodně nebudou tak štědré, jak jsme si mysleli. Proto tu pro vás mám pár bodíků, co vám snad pomůžou Vánoce ve zdraví přežít:

Pokud si nemůžeš dovolit dárky pro ostatní, hlavně si na ně nepůjčuj. Lepší rok bez dárků, než doživotí s dluhy.

To, kolik utratíš za dárky, nestanovuje, jak dobrý jsi člověk.

Zkus rozdávat jinak - nabídni se, že pomůžeš s vařením, uděláš vánoční úklid, pohlídáš děti během chystání, nebo se třeba domluv, že když rodina/partnerstvo/kamarádstvo nakoupí, ty uvaříš a nachystáš vánoční tabuli.

That being said, pokud si nemůžeš dovolit kapra a salát, polívku, cukroví a miliardu dalších věcí, nevadí to. Zaměř se na jedno jídlo, které tobě a tvým blízkým přináší štěstí, pohodu a klid. Aby se všichni cítili dobře, nepotřebují pětichodové menu.

Pokus se o Vánocích nebýt sám/sama/samo. Moc to pomůže tobě a určitě i té další osobě, se kterou si uděláte pěkný Vánoce.

Rukodělné dárky se počítají a jsou super! Nakresli ten obrázek, vyrob tu baňku, ušij ten pytlíček, upleť tu čepici!

Neboj se přiznat ostatním, že na dárky nemáš. Je to naprosto pochopitelná lidská situace a nemáš se za co stydět! Prostě řekni “Omlouvám se, ale letos na dárky nemám rozpočet. Až to půjde, vynahradím ti to. Mám tě moc rád/a/o a to, že ode mě nic nedostaneš, neznamená, že tě miluju méně.” Vánoce nejsou jen o dárcích. I když každému dáš poukázku na obejmutí, budou určitě rádi.

Stromeček taky není must. Najdi si doma něco, co můžeš ozdobit místo něj, nebo si vyrob třeba nástěnný stromeček!

Pokud máte další tipy, moc je ocením! 🎄

[mayullla]

Title: Little Sunshine! (Part 2)

Characters: Mainly Akaza with Douma (/Doma) at the end! (Demon Slayer)

Summary: You were taken into the Paradise Faith cult with Kotoha (Inosuke's mother.) And Douma became rather fond of you like he did with Kotoha. When Kotoha ran away, she had no choice but to leave you behind as Douma hid the truth away from you. After becoming a demon you slept for a year and finally woke up again.

Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, reader recently got turned into a demon and just woke up

Note: Part 1 is here!

Akaza didn't know when or why he started to become so attached to you. When he was forced to come to Douma's cult to tell that damn demon some news about the demon slayers, he wanted to keep the time there at the minimum.

That was where he met you.

You were alone in the middle of the garden, looking everywhere, confused and tired. He thought you were a human child at first but had to take a second glance when he realized that you were a demon.

He wondered if it was a joke, a demon art of some demon that could turn into a kid. Yet when he saw your eyes, it was clear that you were not a trap made by some weak demon. You looked at him with no fear but with curiosity and wonder. An innocence that was not supposed to be in a demon yet there...

You took a step towards him when your leg suddenly lost energy and started to fall. You thought you would hit the floor, face first into the dirt, but that never happened when the collar of your sleeping robe was grabbed by the mysterious man who was once on top of the wall.

Looking up at him, you saw the man confused face, surprised at his own actions. "Thank you, mister!" You said, returning to looking down to the floor, your feet not quite reaching as you made a kicking motion.

He let you down after a pause, but before Akaza could leave, you started asking him questions. Asking if he knew where Douma was? "How do you know that guy?" Akaza asked curiously at you. You pouted at him as he didn't answer your questions. "I live here! Douma-sama had let me stay!" You told him flapping your shoulders' sleeves.

Somehow, everything clicked in an instant when he realized who you were. He suddenly remembered that long ago, Douma had asked Muzan if he could turn a small kid into a demon a year or two ago.

You were probably the child that he had turned into a demon.

Akaza snapped back into reality when he felt his pants being tugged, looking down to see you holding him, wondering why he wasn't saying anything.

"Mister, are you okay?" You asked curiously. Giving you a grunt, you took it as a sign that he was okay and smiled at him. Watching that smile, it was strange if not weird almost to see it in a demon. Most demons have malicious intent, as most have killed or done things that were morally wrong, even if they haven't by now the smell of blood should linger on their skin. Demons can't eat food anymore to survive.

They needed blood.

Yet here you were. He barely could smell any of it from you. He wondered if this was the first time this ever happened. Why were you even here, Akaza thought to himself as he unconsciously patted your head.

When you giggled, the innocent sounds made him uneasy.

"Mister, play with me!" You called out to him, raising your arms. "Up! Up!" You told him. Akaza blinked again in surprise when he saw you asking him such a thing. Never in his life after becoming a demon did someone ask him to play like this. Most human kids run away either because they already know that he was a demon or they witness him kill someone.

However, you refuse to let your hands down and continue to stare at him. He wondered if you couldn't feel it at all, the difference in rank between him and you. Most demons can't even look at him in the eyes. Yet it seems that you didn't care as you approached him again one step and then suddenly lost strength again, staggering as you thought that you would fall again.

Akaza caught you... again. Why did he do that??

Bring you up to eye level, holding you by the collar Akaza examined you as if you were some foreign alien. You looked at him again and smiled as he wondered why you are so weird?!

Reaching out to him again, you motioned that you want to get on his shoulders.

"... Fine... Just this once." Following your instructions hesitantly as he placed you on his shoulders, holding your legs as you held on his hair. You giggled as you started pointing him in directions to head to, "Go there, Mister! Go there!"

It was so awkward for him as he followed your childish demands, wondering why he was even listening to them. Walking over to trees, you touched the branches that were far too high for you to reach before and beamed at him with self-pride. "I am so tall!" You laughed.

The more the two of you played under the moonlight, the more relaxed Akaza started to become. When was the last time he played like this when he was relaxed with almost no care in the world? He smiled as you showed off to him that you were taller than him when both of you knew that he was carrying you which made you tall.

And Akaza... maybe in a way, wanted to show his powers to you. He thought it would be a fun idea really.

You gasped in surprise when he jumped, the wind on your hair, as you guys reach so high over 3-story buildings up. This was your first time seeing up so high. You shouted in awe and excitement as the both of you landed on the roof of a building. You raved on and on about how cool that was and that Akaza was amazing, with so much respect in your eyes begging him to do it again.

You don't know how long you played with Akaza, jumping higher and higher up in the sky, and you looked at the world around you under the night sky. You didn't know when you fell asleep again, a smile on your lips hugging Akaza's neck as he held you in his arms.

Akaza looked at you in wonder, wondering why you were a demon yet so amazed by what Akaza thought was normal as a demon.

But right now wasn't the time.

"You can show yourself now." Akaza didn't turn around to face Douma. He knew for a long time when the guy showed up but would rather focus on you to really care for the man.

"Ah, Akaza-donno, thank you for taking care of her. She has been sleeping for a while now and must have been so confused to wake alone like this. It is such a shame that I wasn't by her side." Douma walked towards you, his eyes on your hair, your face hidden by Akaza's neck softly snoring away, unable to notice the two demons looking at you.

"She didn't notice anything... she is weak." Akaza stated he could not smell, not even a scent of blood other than Muzan and Douma's in you. In his mind, it was obvious that Douma had been staving you for so long now.

"She has been sleeping for over a year now after her transformation to a demon. The poor little girl refused to drink blood when her senses were telling her to do so. I had an amazing meal prepared just for her, too, that time." Douma smiled, his eyes on you slowly turning to the one holding you. "Thank you for caring for her but I will take it over from her-"

Douma's hand that was reaching out for you suddenly exploded into bits and pieces, spraying blood and flesh. His eyes still smiling as he stared at Akaza showed no emotions of annoyance or anger.

But you could see a small vein on the side of his temple.

Akaza didn't want to give you back to Douma. He didn't want to give you to this sick bastard because Akaza knew that he would break you. And as a demon now, this pain can be forever. Rather than with Douma, Akaza knew you would be father better off with him.

He would not let you go, not like this.

Note: Hope you liked it! Have a nice day guys~

[dark-night-hero]

「In the stars」 Tengen Uzui

↳ In which right after the fight that cost him serious and fatal wounds, Tengen and his wives, alongside the Kamado siblings have encountered a rather strange demon. (Warnings of ooc behaviour)

It was rather unexpected. After all the fight with the upper moon six just ended, and a little while Nezuko have cured the poison within his body, was the side effect of it could possibly be the one responsible for his hallucinations right now?

Casually strolling in the chaotic field left behind the fight was a someone, something in a form of a human figure. Possessing a rather familiar and one of a kind (hair color) locks, their lips on a thin line, their reddish yet (eye color) iris calmly scan the field. All dressed in a rather flashy outfit, totally not fitted on the current field and situation.

He almost didn't recognised it, more like refuse to recognise it. But no matter now hard he tried to deny it. No matter how much he try to forget about it, no matter how many seasons and people have gone by. There have always been someone in the back of his mind that he cannot seem to forget no matter how hard he tried.

"Died already? Doma-sama is going to get disappointed again." The figure spoke in a rather emotionless tone, looking around the field, their reddish (eye color) iris scan the people on their side. They just stare at them with a rather bored look in their face and just stood there as if thinking hardly of what do to.

At the same time, there was no mistaking it. The looks, the vioce, the figure, except with the flashy outfit. There was no mistaking it, it was you. "Tengen-sama?"

"What should I do?" The figure across the demon Slayers and shinobu blink, then burst into a fit of wicked laughter. "Doma-sama hates it when I ruined the clothes he gave me, but he also told me to kill all people who've seen me just in case they go around telling other about me.. for what reason was that again?" They then starts to think real hard. "I can't seem to remember. But this means I'm free to do whatever I want with them? Right?" With a gentle smile on their face, they started walking at them.

And then they started dashing at them. With a wicked smile on their face, they almost manage to grab Suma who just finished wailing upon Tengen's recovery from the poison, on the face with their claws but Tengen who was quick on his feet manage to shield her away from the what it seems like was a demon despite his current state. Nevertheless, "(First name)?"

"That's weird." The demon spoke, tilting their head to the side casually right in front of Tengen and the rest who is now alerted with your presence but was in a bit of exhaustion. "A human with a demon as one of your acquaintance??" The demon blink, "Also, no one but Doma-sama knows my name, how come you knew it. Interesting." The demon smiled wickedly but still damn beautiful for a demon.

Without missing a beat, the demon was right in front of his, their face only a millimetres away from his. "I was about to leave you alone because by far you're the most vulnerable along the group and oh, how I hate coming after the weakest" the demon laugh. "But you know too much." In a blink of an eye, the demon were ready to grab him by the face and went for the kill but then his wives grabbed him back.

"Tengen-sama!" "Tengen-sama what are you doing?!" "Tengen-sama snap out of it!" His worried wife cried for him as he watch Tanjiro take position in front of him, ready to take on the demon right in front of them with his strength. He was aware that the demon in front of them were not that strong, even a newbie could take on this weakass demon. "Wait." Tengen spoke. "I'll be the one to finish them." "Tengen-sama!" "There is something I need to know." He spoke before slight pushing Tanjiro out of the way and casually stood right in front of the now frowning demon.

"What happened to you?" In that single sentence, everyone could tell there was a hint of surprised and sadness that comes with it which was very unlikely of the flamboyant attitude of his. And the demon who frowning frown even harder. "Was I supposed to know you or something? Lucky for you, I don't remember a thing." Honestly, it was sarcastic.

"Who did this to you?" Weapon in hand, the sound Hashira started walking towards the demona and the demon who was laughing in their mind taking his as an opportunity just gave him a rather confused face, wanting to rip of the sympathetic look on his bloody face with their claw once he get close enough.

"(First name)." He was walking close, just right within the demons reach. "I watched you died." It was right above whisper which causes the demon to halt. Why does he look to sad and broken when he said that? "Tell me, who did this to you?" "Tell me who dug up my spouse corpse and turn them into such wicked creature."

At the same time, as if to end ones suffering, the demons head went flying without a sound, without pain, it was all nothing but silence.

"How plain." You blink and look up away from the tea cup right in front of you to the owner of the voice. Right in front of you was a rather flashy and handsome guy who seems to be in a same age as you. "They want me to have this plain person as my spouse? How insolence." He scoffs at you. Nevertheless the just smile at him and never look away from those maroon iris of his.

Perhaps it was your smile, or maybe he was lying to himself, because despite the plain looking clothes you have right now, you're glowing. "What's your name?" "(First name)." "Just (First name)?" "For a family who will either give up their child for a cult or for a renounce shinobi clan, I'd rather not use it." You spoke, smile never once fluttering as you continue to look at him unbothered. In the midst of silence he suddenly spoke.

"(First name) Uzui." For a moment, he saw those (eye color) iris widen before he turn his back into you. "You better start using that now, my soon to be spouse." With a smirk on his face, he closed the door behind him, missing the rather shocked look on your face that was eventually replaced with relief. Hands clenched underneath the table in victory.

Being the soon to be spouse of one of the two remaining siblings of the clan allows you to live in peace and unbothered life. With your husband rather busy with his training and would often come to the room late, the relationship between the two of you were rather awkward. Still, you don't really mind. It was more peaceful this way.

"What are you doing?" In the midst of you seing your sword back and front, you gave him a side eye but never stopped on your training. "Training?" "What for?" "Have you ever heard of demon slayers?" You asked back before looking away at him on your peripheral vision once you saw him sat down on the corner. "I think I have heard a thing or two about them. What about it?" "My clan as formerly a demon slayer clan before we switch into being a shinobi clan. I'm trying to revive our old breathing style." You spoke casually with a shrug.

"Huh, how interesting. You don't look like the type of person who could handle such thing." You were rather frail looking after all. "Honestly you're right." You laugh and stop swinging your sword and went to look at your soon to be husband. And as soon as you does, he blink. There you are in the middle of the backyard, laughing with sweat running down all the way from your forehead down to your chin. Dressed in plain clothes, Tengen doesn't think that makes you less attractive.

"But it doesn't mean I can't, doesn't mean I should give up. A lot of innocent people died in the hands of demons. I believe it's worth the try. Somehow." "..." Seeing him looking rather not interested, you just shrug and started swinging your sword again. "This breathing style that you speak of, what is it?" Poundering for a few moments, you shake your head ans chuckle, rather confusing the man right in front of you. "Sound breathing."

The first time Tengen Uzui have seen you in a rather flashy, flamboyant air was at your wedding ceremony. Being the first spouse of one of the possible next leader of the clan, you were dressed up in the most finest clothes and accessories. Complimenting your already beautiful and attractive appearance that your rather plain clothes could never.

"Are you truly my supposed to be spouse to be?" He asked on a rather joking matter once you reached the altar. "Not used seeing me like this?" You smirk at him, well aware of your attractive and flashy appearance than usual. "You should get used to it, husband."

Despite the rough start of your relationship, this got better once the two of you have gotten married at the age of 18. The two of you started getting to know each other and started spending more time with one other. At some point, you could tell that the two of you have gone closer than the two of you could imagine.

"Here." Looking at what he have on hand. It was a bunch of rather plain looking clothes. "???" "Use this." "Don't you hate it when I'm looking plain?" You laugh nevertheless take the clothes he have on hand and started putting it on your dresser. Then a whisper came across the room. "But I hate it more when other people kept looking at you." "Tengen. Are you jealous?" "If I do admit that I am jealous, would you do as I say?"

"How plain." "I wonder who's fault is that." You laugh in the midst of your own training as your husband went to spectate per usual. And then in the middle of the training, your inside starts to hurt, an intense quick pain spread throughout your body causing you to stagger forward with a gasp. "Woah there." Your husband, quick on his feet was there to catch you. "What was that?" "Sorry, I think I kind of went overboard with my training today." You laugh.

Entering the your shared room, you have noticed the rather unusual mood inside. "Darling, is their something wrong?" You quickly approach the huge man sitting down on the side of the bed. Then he whispered something under his breath, something no ordinary person would hear but all thanks to the breathing style you're currently doing, you were able to hear it. "I want to kill them." "..." "I badly want to kill them." "..." "But they were the only family I have left. What should I do?"

You don't know what happened, he was never the one to talk about his family in the first place so you naturally learn not to ask nor talk about it. Still seeing the man who was usually high and mighty in such rather confused and in a state of frustration. You pull him into an embrace. "Do what your heart wants you to do. No matter the consequences, I'll be by your side. Aren't I your spouse?"

"I don't think I could marry anyone again." As his hand run down your bare skin, leaving butterfly kisses all over your collar to your face, he spoke. "Doesn't the Uzui clan practices polygamy?" You clarified as you push him away from your face. "We do, but I only want you as my spouse. You're enough." "Don't be silly Tengen." You laugh despite the sharp pain on your chest. "Rather than that, if you'd like, I'll teach you a thing or two about our breathing style. What do you say?"

Your days with Tengen were rather short yet you could say it was one of the most happiest moments of your life. Honestly you never really thought about, only on this day, as you stare at the rather cloudy night as you lay there on the ground unmoving, unconsciously clinging into ever bit of consciousness left as you.

He was loud, he could also be a bit of clingy sometimes. He was too flashy and flamboyant that you hate him sometimes. He could also be a bit blunt and rude sometimes it hurt your feelings. "He was really.... annoying. I love him anyway." Your pale and cold lips curling up. Mind slowly going blank as you could no longer feel most of your body parts nor the pain on your side.

It was such a shame you wouldn't be able to see him. Still, you'd rather not let him see you in such state. You even wish he wouldn't be able to find you after this.

"(First name)?" Although you have gone numb, you could still hear him even fron afar with his footsteps. "(First name)." You could hear the way his voice tremble. "I'm sorry I'm late. The mission went long as expected I-" "Were the kids... that lived in the... gasp, village safe?" "Yes... yes my spouse they are safe. All thanks to you they are safe" "I'm glad." "My spouse, let's get you home and treated." "Tengen..." "...Yes My Spouse?" You tried, with ever bit of strength left to open your eyes.

"There was... a marriage proposal... that came... recently..." "My spouse we talked about this. Enough with the nonsense-" "Tengen." "..." "They... they of..fered the younger sis... but I think... Suma... the older sis...ter is much fit..-" "Okay okay, hush, stop speaking. I get it. Let's get you fixed up." "Don't cry." You smile at him, wanting to brush off the tears falling down his eyes despite the urge to close your eyes. "Don't... cry Ten...gen." "Don't leave me. Fuck. Let's get you fixed up. We're going back, okay? Just stay with me."

Holding you in his arms, trying at least to keep you warm. He went as fast and gentle as he could. Cursing himself over and over again. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to come home with you still waiting from him on your shared room, welcoming him with a gentle and warm smile on your face. You were supposed to be laughing at him at his attempts to be clumsy whenever you would teach him the remains of your clans breathing style. Tease him for not being able to catch up whenever the two of you would went out for a sprinting race.

It was supposed to be like that, not like this. Oh God, not like this. Not like this as those (eye color) iris slowly lose the sign of life on it. You were rapidly cooling down in his arms. It was not supposed to be like this. Why does it have to be you. Fuck. Why does it have to be you who run into a demon in such time.

"Tengen..." "Yes My Spouse?" Come to think of it, you never said it to each other, right? "I... lo..ve you." And he stopped, it was barely above whispered. He stopped as you said those words, he stopped as your hand slowly fall of on your side. He look down, there you seems to be sleeping peacefully on his arms. As if you were just asleep. Drenched in your blood and sweat. He lean down and give you a kiss on the forehead.

Then it rains. As if sympathising with the man who just lost the love of his life. Leaving his cries and curses drown in the rain. It was the death of his beloved. Sometimes that he would never ever forget. Something he learned something about that will change his life forever. A lesson.

As your previous life flashed right in front of you. As your head and body starts to disintegrate.

"Who did this to you?" Tears then starts to fall. "The second upper moon, Doma." You spoke with a gentle smile on your face. "He was the leader of the cult I was supposed to be sacrifice to." You were running out of time, you knew but that didn't stop you from talking. "Digged up my corpse for him to consume but found it a waste for him to consume so he turned me into his puppet instead, for entertainment." You laugh like it was nothing.

"Tengen." You called him out gently. "You have a lovely wives by your side. I'm glad." You smile at him. How strange was it to have a talking head, but none of the two of you mind. "Don't give me that look." "You're leaving me again." "Much better than a wandering demon puppet." "..." "Thank you." "..." "I'm glad to see you again, Tengen."

As you completely turn into ashes and blown away by the wind. Tengen sat down on the ground. "Tengen-sama!" With his wives quickly surrounding him. He smiled a bit and reassured them he was okay before looking up on the sky filled with stars.

Tengen, if Gods permits. I'd like to meet and fall in love with you on my next life. But for now, I'll be watching you among the stars.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: this was just supposed to be an image. I haven't watched the latest season so I think Tengen might be a out of character but please do bare with it. I just saw a clips and reels about the aftermath of the able with the uppermoon six, you know that nezuko setting him in flames and his relationship with his wives and thought 'oh wait what if he has a first spouse none of them knew about?'

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Young Deity | Platonic Yandere Dōma x Toddler Reader

Prior Installments 1, 2,

“Papa, I made a bookway for you!”

“Oh? Why thank you (Y/n)! Did you pick these flowers all by yourself?”

You nodded, gleefully watching as your rainbow-eyed father lit up with excitement. Scooping you up into his cold embrace, kissing your chubby cheeks as you beamed with pride. He took the gaggle of flowers and motioned for one of your maids to get a vase for your gift. While you waited for your father’s attention to return to you, you looked at the various people bowing within the room. Letting your own rainbow-flashing eyes roam over those in the room, no one seemed to stick out to you except for a younger woman’s eyes disappearing with her bowing head. You said nothing as you looked up to your father whose annoyed stare bore into your face until you met his gaze. Once you did your father gave you a fanged smile before snuggling against your head; easily dismissing the crowd. 

“That will be all for today. Leave us.” 

“Thank you Dōma-sama!” “Thank you, oh great one!” 

You watched as they all filtered out, especially the woman with the bright eyes; with two other followers flanking her sides. She was odd to you but you thought nothing of it when you buried your face into the cloth of your father’s robes. 

“What is it my precious? What’s bothering you?”

“...not’ing Papa…I jus’ wanna see ya.”

“Awww but of course! You know I’ll leave everything for you!” The demon lifted your tiny body up high bringing you back to his chest as he addressed your armed maids. 

“What’s next on (Y/n)’s schedule?”

Yun spoke up bowing deeply as she spoke. “First they will be having lunch than their evening nap. After that, they will have their economic instruction and then–”

“That’s enough Yun we’re skipping schooling today.”

“Yes, Dōma-sama.” If she wanted to protest she gave no sign, instead waiting to be dismissed as her leader cradled you as he walked away. Holding you up with ease he put his ear to your tummy nodding to nothing as he heard your giggles vibrate. 

“Oh my? Is that a hungry tummy I hear? Is it really time for us to feed it already?”

He cooed as you giggled at his antics. All but familiar with the urgency he made his demands for your food. In no time at all various trays were prepared with smaller chopsticks in your hand you sat on your father’s lap as you dove into your meal. 

You missed the way Doma’s eyes darkened when you smiled to yourself cheeks full of your meal. But he quickly brightened once more as you eagerly agreed to hid question-not that he would have let you refuse.

“Hey precious, why doesn’t Papa feed you? All you’ll have to do is sit there and Papa will do the rest. Sounds good, right?”

“Okay!”

You sat comfortable in your father’s lap, letting your stomach weigh heavy as you let the spoon hover to your mouth with ample sizes. Dōma admired the little smile and the nonsensical tapping of your hands as you chewed on your food. He watched as your eyes began to droop and he had to prod at your lips for you to open them. When you no longer perked up to eat he hummed at the steady sound of your little breaths. Discarding the utensils and the tray of unfinished food he scooped you up leaving the conference room for your shared bedroom. Dōma didn’t need sleep but he would rather be slain then have you refuse to cuddle up to him as you fall asleep. Being the sole instigator of any emotions he refuses to let you sleep without him being there; whether its along with you or watching from afar. 

“...bright eyes…flow’r…”

Dōma’s rainbow gaze snapped to you as you mumbled in your sleep. It was something you did often but always with traits or names he recognized. Master was Muzan, Koku was Kokushibo, Soft lady was Daki, and you had plenty of other names you dubbed by those that you met. But bright-eyes was a new one. He fought the desire to tighten his hold on you. Wouldn't want you waking up or breaking your tiny little body. He planned to satiate the uncomfortable spike that the mere title brought him. Deciding it best to be patient for the time being.

“Bright eyes, huh? Well, I wonder what you're like?”

______________________________________________________________

“Oh great young one! It is an honor to happen upon your presence!” 

The voice of a woman had you looking up from your figurines, your maid on staff already standing guarded. It was the woman you had spotted bowing to your father, what caught your attention were her eyes. Brightly green, with olive skin she was like no one you’d ever seen before. That and your eyes seemed to go to her every time she was in the room. Black hair curved around her face held up by an intricate flower that matched her kimono. 

She bowed slowly letting her gaze rise up to look at you as you stared at the flower. Tilting your head at the sight, you spoke with intention.

“That flower is it…a Dahlia?”

The woman snapped up with a smile on her face as she hovered her hand over the flower.

“Hah~! Your young grace even knows this?! How wise and powerful of you~!”

You rubbed at your eyes, an irritation building up as you pushed away a thought. What’s a Dahlia? Nonetheless, you continued. Not like you couldn't anyway.

“Do you own a flower…shop?”

“Hmmhmm~! Back home my father has a plantation that farms many things, I’ve recently come to bring some of his flowers here!” 

She happily informed which immediately spawned another question but you had your own.

“Is that…heallf’y?”

“Excuse me, your grace?”

“Fer da plants, da ones dat bewong he’r?”

Your maid preened as you asked such an informed question. She and her nurse counterparts had recently informed you about the intricacies of ecosystems. Any normal child wouldn't have understood, most definitely, but you of course were above them in every which way! She couldn't be more proud. Unfortunately, the heiress didn’t feel the same, letting a shadow fall over her face. But as quickly as it came it was gone back to her beaming visage, or it would have been had it not been for her twitching eye. That question burned in your head forcing you to ask with an intensity that made her nervous.

“Have you ever had a flower called the blue-spider lily?”

She faltered returning to bowing as she apologizes, “N-no, your greatness! B-but I can find it I’m sure!” 

You gave a look of disappointment turning back to your figurines, where you found that you weren’t as hurt as before. You refused to think about it anymore instead looking to your caretaker to take you away. You didn’t want to talk to this woman anymore, attempting to move to your caretaker’s open arms.

“Wait! Your grace could you offer me your divine word?!--”

“L-let–”

The pull against your garbs was tight. You worried you'd lose them if she didn't stop.

“Please your grace! I’ve been having trouble with my business lately–”

“Pwease let–”

“--The donations! I can give greater if only you would–”

“Didn’t you hear them? They asked you to let them go.”

Dōma’s voice rang out with an audience of other followers watching in scorn. Your maid acted fast slapping the woman’s hand away from you. Everyone watched in silence as she stood frozen in place. Broken out of your stillness by the nudge from your maid, you ran to your father letting him scoop you into his arms to hold you close. 

“Yun, if you’d please.”

“Yes, great one.”

Your maid drew closer to her as Douma shielded your sight, turning away to walk to one of the many rooms meant for enlightenment. Over your father’s shoulder you peeked around to see the woman now in tears soon blocked by the followers gathering tightly around her. 

“It’s not a loss. she hasn’t been all that giving anyway.” Douma spoke in the empty room, letting you play with another set of figurines as he lounged about. 

“She…owns a fl’wr shop…” Douma snapped his gaze toward you, smiling pensively as he tilted his head.

“Oh is that so? Well I wonder…?” He left the question unfinished continuing the thought in his head as he thought of his master. He watched you fiercely rub your eyes with your little hands as you spoke in a low tone.

“She doesn’t know about it.” 

He smiled as he watched you sneeze before going back to playing with your figurines. Looking deeply into your own rainbow-shifting eyes he let out a dry laugh as he rubbed your head.

“Well isn’t that helpful?”

[chaoticgoodcaptain]

17. 5. 2024

dnes je dnes a bude i zítra!!!

otevření přihlášek sice nepřineslo litry slz, ale i tak mám pocit zadostiučinění, sny se občas plní a mně se dnes splnil ten můj, upřímně je mi pořád k neuvěření, že zelená písmenka v přihláškách svítí všude (i když to bylo zrovna u biochemie docela o chlup), já to dokázala, dostala jsem se na přírodovědnou fakultu, pějte fanfáry a tři dny se radujte!!! ne, prosím, ne...ale kdyby existoval radostmetr, je teď prudce v červené ^^

rodiče tuhle zprávu nesou dost ztěžka, což se ale liší podle oboru, o kterém zrovna mluvím...astrofyzika je oficiálně "obor, jehož jméno nesmí být vysloveno", je sice absolutně cool, když jde do mordoru talent frodo z vedlejší vesnice, ale nedej bože, abych to zkusila sama, naopak geografie sklízí poměrně úspěch...

"ty chceš studovat planety a hvězdy???"

"doma jich máme dost!"

kdyby jen věděli, že v geografii mám povinnou matematiku, statistiku a povinně-volitelný úvod do programování, mordorem by se stalo nejen moje studium, ale i můj domov...

ale hádám, že je odteď na mně, vzít prsten pochyb o matematické způsobilosti, a dokázat jim, že ho dovedu zničit, do té doby zůstane vše hezky při starém a v případě, že skončím na geografii, o matematických trablích nepadne ani slovo

dnes je deštivo a smutno, pravděpodobně bude i zítra, paprsky za mraky ale září prudčeji než kdy předtím a s trochou štěstí snad někdy proniknou i nekonečnou kondenzovanou šedí

dnes je dnes a to prozatím stačí.

[takovanormalnielie]

8.5.2024

Začly jsme předělávat ložnici. Předělujeme jí napůl, aby každá měla svoje malý království s velkou postelí a velkou skříní na oblečení. Já totiž potřebuju spát sama v místnosti. Během let se moje problémy se spánkem zhoršily natolik, že musím mít naprosto dokonalý podmínky, jinak mám veliký potíže usnout. Potřebuju absolutní ticho a temno, dokonalou teplotu, ponožky, tepláky, tílko, noční košili, špunty do uší, klapky na oči, tenkou mikinu, kapucu přes hlavu, nákrčník, blahaje a minimálně 8 a půl hodiny času. V létě jsem schopná odhazovat vrstvy, abych docílila ideální teploty, ale jinak je tohle můj nutnej set-up. Nesnáším spát kdekoliv jinde než doma. Vlastně i rozestavěná ložnice je do určitý míry problém, ale těším se, až to doděláme a budeme mít každá svůj malej pokojík.

[kaigarax]

Spring

Doma x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love because of a single moment."

When Doma had been assigned to watch over you he wasn’t quite sure what he should expect. Sure, he’d known that you were a demon and very important to the mission but just exactly what he couldn’t even begin to fathom. He had, of course, had his own assumptions like you being a lower class demon (hence you needing protection) and you having a special sort of blood or mutation but none of them seemed to come close to what ultimately was you until you were finally there standing before him.

“Doma.” You give a pleasant and practiced smile. Your hair is pulled back traditionally and your clothes are pristine and without blemishes. Of course, Doma thinks, someone like you would have nothing but the best.

He, upon instructions, was to wait for you on the outskirts of a very busy town. It’s one of the more modern looking ones with a large amount of demons running amok and even more humans to feed them.

Over population at its best.

He, who had arrived at the described location at the exact time he was told to, feels ebbs of annoyance nipping away at his practiced smile. Why should you get the privilege of being late when he was perfectly (as always) on time? He ponders scolding you though he knows that it’ll only be a waste of time; that nothing important will be accomplished; and he’ll likely be scolded for his immature behaviour. As if he would ever be called immature.

You lean in towards him, as if waiting for him to say something in response to you.

He feels a shiver run up and down his spine at your scent. It isn’t exactly mouth watering but strangely alluring.

Upon first glance, it almost looks as though there’s a slight flush to your cheeks but Doma quickly writes it off as a trick of the light. Afterall he can’t hear the beat of your heart so how could you have blood pumping through your veins?

“Doma-sama.” He corrects.

You chuckle, “not to me.”

His body stiffens and his fist clench at that. He thinks of how easily it would be to just end you here and now. How he’d have you begging for your life within seconds. But, that would be an overreaction - and something as pathetic and weak as you certainly didn’t warrant such an emotional reaction from him. You’re just so brash and over confident. So… human like.

Doma thinks that you are, perhaps, even more human than humans themselves.

Of course, upon closer inspection, Doma can see the slight differences that would set you aside. It’s a smile that’s just a smidget too perfect, slow movements which seem more calculated and relaxed than the normal fidgety humans; and lastly there’s your eyes. They’re nothing to write home about; don’t hold rainbows or are a shade so vibrant or brilliant that they demand attention. In fact they’re actually quite ordinary if not for the words etched onto where your pupils would be.

Wisteria.

Spider Lily.

He’d almost find himself fascinated if not for the annoyingly calm expression on your face. It mirrors his own and for some reason that annoys him. The annoyance is only ever so slightly but annoying nonetheless.

Did you scream when the words had been etched on?

Did you cry?

Did you stand there as emotionless as you seem now?

You must’ve cried. Any normal human would have and you certainly don’t seem much different from the humans he’s known. And boy has he known many different humans. Humans have progressed quite far as a society, in his humble opinion. Always coming up with different and fascinating ways of closing the gap between their humanity and the superior race that he is. Of course, most humans don’t even know of demons in the first place and the gap is much larger than anyone human could ever fathom.

Doma wonders if you know of that distance.

If you see how far a demon is from a human. How far away he is from you. You definitely don’t seem to know the latter of those two statements.

Just another stupid little girl.

Well, Doma has to scold himself, that obviously can’t be true. Why else would he, Upper Moon Six, be assigned to you in the first place if not for the fact that there was something special about you. Something that made you different from everyone else.

Doma feels a laugh bubble in his chest at the thought of that, “stupid girl.”

You laugh along with him. It’s not a very pretty laugh and comes out in short uneven spurts and it only furthers his own assessment. Your laugh reminds him of when the girls from the cult would giggle about his looks when they think he can’t hear. Something reminiscent of childhood and naivety. Not that Doma really knows much of either. He, afterall, was never quite a normal child and he was never naive to the world around him.

His own laughter dies down much faster than yours, “what?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been a girl.”

He raises a brow, ever so slightly.

“And it is quite a shame. I quite miss the days of my youth.”

“So then just stupid?” Doma suggested.

Your eyes, for the briefest of moments, shine with brilliance. The moment is so quick and startling that Doma wouldn’t have believed it to have happened if not for the fact that he was present there himself.

But just as quick as the flash of brilliance is there it’s gone.

And you’re just there.

Smiling pleasantly.

Looking ever so human.

And ever so boring.

But it’s such a shame. Doma thinks that if you had managed to keep that spark to yourself for just a moment longer he would have missed it and you wouldn’t be confined to such a fate. That this brief few years the two of you would spend would have simply just passed. But of course, there was something special about you. Why else would you need protection?

Why else would he be here?

Why else would you?

“I suppose that’s all a matter of perspective.”

“Yes,” Doma smiles, a real smile, “I suppose it is.”

There isn’t much that has ever interested Doma. Not much he has ever felt for long periods of time and not much that seemed to stir those feelings in him in the first place. His own comfort, wants and needs seem to come before everything and everyone else. Apart from, of course, him. But even he never commanded much from the man.

Perhaps Doma’s lack of emotions and empathy stems from his own unusual upbringing. From the moment of his birth he was placed on a pedestal. In a position above others where he was meant to be worshiped. Meant to be admired and awed at.

You, perhaps, aren’t on the same level but could be the next closest thing.

And because there isn’t much that the man seems to find interest in then he only finds you all the more fascinating. All the more exciting. And it’s almost as strange as it is thrilling. You, this strange girl. This strange series of events. But, Doma thinks, brilliance is not common in a world such as this. In a world where everything is just so… ordinary.

Who’d have thought just a single moment would be enough to entrance him so.

Doma, in every sense of the word, has never been a nice person. Never been the kind of person that did something that didn’t benefit him in some sorta way. Some, a very strange and foolish some, would consider it a privilege to have caught Doma’s attention. But others, intelligent and wise others, would know it to be anything but.

He’d break you.

Piece by piece.

Part by part.

Ever so slowly. Ever so surely.

Just to catch even the slightest of glimpses at that brilliance once again. It is, perhaps, one of the only things worthy of standing at his side. One of the only things capable of being to keep up with him. He is, afterall, the equivalent of a God.

“Head in the clouds?” You ask.

Doma flashes you a practiced smile in response.

You raise a brow as if waiting for Doma to further elaborate on his response but he doesn't comply. Won’t comply. He can’t, afterall, let you get everything you want. Perhaps holding things from you would be the key to further unlocking that brilliance he so craves. Bring him closer to that moment of reprieve he so desperately craves; that he so desperately seeks. Oh how exciting! His heart, if he had one, would most certainly be racing in his chest. The closest thing he’s ever felt to joy.

A young girl, running to the outskirts of town, bumps head first into Doma. She’s a pathetic looking thing. Her clothes look old and worn and her colouring is common. There’s nothing remarkable about her except perhaps for her youth. Youth, afterall, is something that can only be lost.

Doma’s eyes narrow in on the girl, and he watches her with a curious tilt of his head.

Her eyes widen with fear as she attempts to push herself away from the man.

Doma, who spends quite a large amount of his time with humans, is suddenly confused. Humans aren’t scared of him unless he’s done something they deem frightening. Unless he’s done something they deem as bad. And right now he’s certain he hasn’t placed a single foot out of line. Though, in defense of the pathetic thing, his eyes are quickly narrowing and he feels his hunger begin to gnaw away at his chest.

Oh, he’d certainly give her something to cry over.

He’s quick.

But you’re quicker.

“Are you okay, little Miss?” You ask, pulling the girl away from Doma and into a grasp of your own.

Her eyes seem to soften and she gives you a soft smile, “yes ma’am.”

“Well, you best head off to accomplish whatever task you’ve set out to do before you’re scolded for loitering around.” You turn her back towards the village, “best to watch where you’re running, Little Miss. You never know what kinda people you might run into at a time like this.”

There’s confusion on her little face but she shrugs it off as she runs back into town.

Doma curiosity for you grows as he watches you with such an expression. You let the little thing go. Of course you let it go. He almost scolds himself for even being slightly surprised at your actions. He’s never known demons to be so… empathetic. But perhaps it has to do something with what makes you so special to him. What makes you so important that even he needs to spend his time babysitting you. Sure, you’re a demon but everything about you is just so different from what he thinks should be. So far from what he had initially assumed in the first place. So… human.

And the irony is almost as amusing as it is annoying. But only almost.

“Do it again.” Doma commands.

You smile, “do what? Help a human child? I hope you know that would require me actively going back into the town to find someone and observe them long enough to see if they even need help in the first place.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what is it that you’d like me to do again?”

“You know what it is.”

“No, I’m fairly certain I don’t.”

“You-” Doma cuts himself off. He’s, once again, letting that tugging in his chest determine his actions and words instead of his brain and intellect. Well, people have always said that you become similar to those you hang around too often. And perhaps he’s been spending too much time with the brainless and thoughtless woman in his cult.

Cherry blossoms flutter down from the trees above.

“It’s Spring.” You say.

Doma raises a brow.

Your eyes shine, “I’ve never been a big fan of the Spring.”

“Ha,” Doma laughs, “me neither.”

Fall in love because of a single moment.

[kocourmokroocko]

dneska se mě pán v taxíku zeptal, jestli mi bude doma smutno, když je partner v čudu, tak jsem řekla, že samozřejmě, a plánuju se schovávat v popelnici u baráku, dokud se nevrátí, protože jít sama od branky ke dveřim je bez mužské záštity a ochrany příliš nebezpečný

po zavření branky jsem hlasitě práskla víkem od popelnice za zídkou, aby mi to věřil

tenhle příběh nemá pointu a můj život taky ne

[chodi-sama]

Něco se změnilo

Je to neuvěřitelný, kolikrát už jsem si chtěla sednout a všechno to sepsat. Sednout si a napsat, co se teď děje v našich životech. Stejně to asi nikoho moc nezajímá, ale je to vlastně celkem dobrá terapie. Pro grafomanku. Kdysi jsem popsala tisíce stránek. To už je dávno, možná to ještě mám někde uložený. Všechny ty pubertální lásky. Dneska se zdravíme, říkáme si čau, jak žiješ? Víme o sobě, ale nevíme. Na jaře jsem byla v očekávání krásnýho léta, plnýho setkávání. A ono takový bylo, i když ne docela tak, jak bych si to představovala. Začalo to tím, že jsem se úplně nesetkala sama se sebou ve vlastních očekáváních a nejvíc to mrzelo V. Démoni. Když už jsem si říkala, že jsem se s tímhle nějak vypořádala, spadla jsem velmi trapně ze stojícího kola do trávy a zlomenina odhalila poměrně velký nádor v kosti u zápěstí. Byl úplněk a byl slunovrat. Na ambulanci v ten den byla spousta zlomenin, to jen já musím mít něco speciálního. Kolečka po doktorech se završila biopsií v Brně. Není to zhoubné, uf, ale vezmou mi kus kosti a dají mi kost od dárce. Prý těch kostí mají plné mrazáky a dobře to srůstá. Haha. Vyprávím to všem, koho to zajímá, protože je to trochu zajímavý. Ale už to říkám jen ve zkratkách, protože je to otravné téma k hovoru, který se tím nikam neposune. Já nepotřebuji ujištění, že to bude dobrý, protože to je dobrý, díky. Největší lidská zranění nejsou vidět a nelze se o nich bavit na první dobrou a hlavně cesty k nápravě nebývají tak přímý. Jé, hele, co máš s hlavou? Co máš se srdcem? Co tě bolí? Je to tak, že každýho něco bolí. Lidský těla jsou křehoučký a duše složitá. Já se svou bolestí nechci nikoho otravovat, ale je to vidět. Ta super plavací sádra je vidět. A je to téma hovoru. Je mi z toho někdy trochu trapně, pak mě to nudí, pak zase říkám dokola písničku o nádoru v kosti, o kterým jsem ještě před slunovratem ani netušila, že může existovat přímo v mojí ruce. Mimochodem ta ruka je pravá. Takže teď píšu levou. Hrozně mě to štve, protože mi to nejde rychle a není to tak hezký. Na čas jsem tak přestala úplně psát. To bylo divný. Teď se zas z hlavy tlačej slova a já si říkám, že by to chtělo něco vydat. Už je mi moc let, za chvíli třeba nebudu, ten život tak letí. Někdy mě napadá, že bych se mohla učit zpívat. Ale asi pořád ještě nemám dost sebevědomí. Trapný. Přitom už jsem opravdu paní. Ale tyhle nádory v kostech se dějí většinou lidem kolem dvaceti let věku, typicky, asi jsem se moc neposunula. Tchýně řekla mému muži, že bych měla konečně dospět. Dospět kam? Na konečnou dospějem jednou všichni a pak si dáme danse macabre, velikej večírek pro všechny mrtvý bez rozdílu. Ve smrti je rovnost, dost možná i svoboda. Ale ještě na to není čas. Máme zodpovědnosti, úkoly, věci, ze kterejch se můžeme těšit. A hlavně tu lásku. Nejvíc pro mě je uvědomění, že v tý lásce můžu žít celej život, díky mým předkům, který za to všechno můžou, i když některý větší věci se jim bohužel podchytit úplně nepovedlo - třeba solidární společnost nebo vztah člověka k přírodě. I tak díky nim proplouvám láskyplným životem a krásně si už drahně let dělám víceméně přesně to, co chci. Mám se dobře. Nejkrásnější letní noci u ohňů mě budou zahřívat celou zimu. Ještě včera jsem tam seděla a dneska už má mrznout. Ale doma ne, doma je teplo, manžel přichystal dřevo. V. je prostě nejlepší. Stará se o mně i o děti, když nemůžu já.

Teď je mi zas líp, lepší fáze, čekám na operaci, až mi daj do těla kost z mrazáku, možná od nějaký motorkářky. Ještě dva a půl měsíce. Je to šílený. Ale mám štěstí, věřím v tomhle doktorům. Vědí co dělají, píchaj mi divný injekce. Dostávám v nich klony jakýchsi bílkovin, co brání aktivaci osteoklastů. Je to podle mně fakt hustý. Tvrdnou mi kosti. Nic necítím. Doplňuji vápník, chutná jako chemická jahoda, je potřeba to zapít. Nějak mám pocit, jako kdyby tohle zranění na chvíli zatemnilo rozhovory, stávaly se plytkýma a povrchníma. Až v poslední době, když už jsem si na to postěžovala sama sobě, tak se to otočilo. Rozhovory se stávají vážnějšími, možná i s tím, jak přichází podzim. Během posledních měsíců jsem měla možnost vyzkoušet, jaký to je navazovat nový vztahy. Nejsem v tom moc dobrá. Ale když už se to povede, má to potenciál na celoživotní opus. Kocourům už bude deset, chtěla bych to oslavit. Jeden z nich chrápe na gauči. Opravdu chrápe. Před deseti lety jsem se tedy spolu s kocoury vykašlala na dodělání škol. Nelituju. Jen si občas postesknu, že je možná škoda, že jsem nevydala nějaký ty rozhovory o roce 2000, některý jsou možná i přepsaný. Někde. Všechno se motá v kruzích, takže i na tyhle témata připadla včera řeč s lidmi, s nimiž jsem asi tak před těmi deseti lety tvořila jinej svět. Jsou pořád krásný. A já se vděčností fakt zalykám. Skoro si říkám, že jsem snad nikdy nebyla šťastnější. Kazí mi to snad jen domácí nepořádek, haldy oblečení ještě z letních radovánek. Musím asi fakt uspořádat tu kočičí oslavu, pozvat návštěvu, aby mě něco donutilo tu pořádně uklidit. Teď, když už mě ruka tolik nebolí, tak by to šlo. Všechny problémy světa jsou v mým mikrokosmu nepodstatný. A stejně si radši koupím férový kafe a nebudu jíst maso, nekoupím si nový hadry, stejně nemám za co. V bezpečný bublince mezi lidma, se kterýma je mi dobře, i když je to vlastně mnohdy někde v suti a všechno je práce, něco končí, ale jiný věci začínaj a vykročit z komfortní zóny je to, co dělá život naplněným. A děti, ty to poznaj. Protože láska. Tak zdarec.

PS: na fotce jedna z mejch čerstvejch lásek.

[eirasummersart]

I finally read Portfes on the en server and it's such a fun one! I really liked it. And so I was inspired to write a brief summary of how my OCs would be like in it (the ones that already had a class. I wasn't sure about Akshaya. If there's interest, I might think it more and add her too~)

Anyway, big text under the cut C:

Dillon: Class D (with Sebek, Malleus and Floyd). They keep sending him to do errands because he eats the cotton candy if he's at the food stand. He mostly just hangs around Sebek and chats otherwise. Malleus is amused with him because he isn't afraid of him at all and talks to him normally, while also looking at him with a weird admiration and calling him "Waka-sama-senpai". He's actually not too bad at dealing with the costumer because he's worked at the Monstro Lounge a lot. He also joins the mess Floyd makes with the huge cotton candy. He thinks it's the best idea ever too XD

Szi: Class A (With Adeuce, Yuu, Grim, Kalim, Silver, Rook and Leona). He acted all high and mighty as usual and they put him to do test churros. He did them terribly (he's bad at cooking of any kind). So they ended putting him to serve costumers, and he has 0 people skills so they took him out of that. In the end he ended up in charge of dealing with the cash since he never made a mistake in the change he had to give back. He was quite sad that Rook was mostly out of the stand because he was busy with the comitee. Either way, when he was around, he mostly stuck with him because he's his only friend from all the class A people.

Domas: Class C (With Azul, Jamil, and Vil). All his ideas got rejected and he was all grumpy and didn't want to cooperate. They didn't even let him help Jamil come up with the recipe, when he offered himself several times :C Still, when Azul or Jamil were distracted, he would go ahead and "direct" everyone else since he took that responsability. Thankfully they were making salads, so no arson incident happened(?) xD

Dalia: Class E (With Jade, Riddle, Trey and Lilia). She was happy to be able to do this with Riddle and Trey, two of her best friends. She helped them here and there. She wasn't good with cooking, but she helped as assistant or serving the food if needed. She also finds Lilia hilarious and knows him a bit from spending time with Silver. She only observed and laughed like Jade when Lilia was being a menace. It really is comedy gold in her eyes (but she never tried the food). By the end, she told Trey he has to make that chowder for her often because she really likes seafood and it was extra yummy~

Oriol: Class B (With Epel, Jack, Ruggie, Cater and Idia). He quickly offered to help Idia make the waffle machine. He really likes Ignihyde and wanted to get closer to Idia to learn and talk about machines so this was perfect. He tried to refuse his help but Oriol insited and just inserted himself in the project. Idia still did most of it, but they became somewhat(?) closer after that (Oriol's opinion). During the actual festival, he could've manned the waffle machine too, since he helped build it, but he refused. It was too hot, he couldn't be all sweaty all day! He had to look pretty for the festival!! Instead, he mostly floated around the stand and tried to catch people's attention and do promo. He managed to bring quite a lot of costumers.

Yuuki: Just date day with Jack(?) xD

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That's all I thought now. I might add more to this if I get more ideas. You can also ask me if you'd like to know something in particular as well~

Thanks for reading it all <3

[shinayashipper]

The way Yugi addresses "Kaiba(s)":

To Cabbage (Season 0): You. 😠 *angy*

To Priest Seth: Seth-san 😊 *Big smiles*

To Rosenkreuz (Duelist of Roses): Rose-sama 😒 *rolls eyes*

To Critias (Atlantis / Doma arc): Critias-kun ☺ *also Big Smiles*

To Regular Kaiba (pre-dating): Hi, Kaiba-kun... 😳🥺

To Regular Kaiba (post-dating): 😘😘😘😘😚😚😚😚😙😙😙😙🥰🥰🥰🥰 *blows kisses*

[enigmalestari]

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