#sans is thinking ''oh no i barely survived this the first time''

[sansofhumor]

just had a bug in my bonnet about kiddo papyrus haha. probably wont go anywhere with this but it’s a fun idea.

[froggybells]

Sign of the Times

Kyōjurō Rengoku x wife!reader

a/n: i am an angsty teenager and i need to write about this because it’s been on my mind (also spoilers ahead!!!)

word count: 1.3k

part 2 —> here!!

synopsis: after surviving the death of your husband and birth of your child, you were summoned out of retirement to the Ubuyashiki Mansion in order to train the next generation of demon slayers.

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As you clung to your son, a tense feeling filled the room. You look down at his small face, no more than 11 months old, yet he’s already survived the loss of his father. Holding him tighter, you slowly made your steps towards the Uzui mansion.

“Suma! Maki! Hina!” You yelled out as you reached the door. Judging by the barreling footsteps coming towards you, your arrival was anticipated.

“KYAAAA!!!! Y/N-CHAN!!!” Suma jumped at you, with tears running down her face. Her movements were quickly halted by Makio, grabbing her by the back of her shirt. “Are you dumb or something?!” She screams at the other girl, “She’s holding her baby! You can’t just jump at her like that!” She scolds.

With all the fuss around you, your son, Ryuuji, begins to cry. “Oh nice going Maki, you made him cry!” Suma says, with more tears flowing down her face.

“Both of you hush!” Hina says in a whisper-yell. Gently caressing your sons face as he calms down, you finally spoke. “Thank you all for taking care of him while I head out,” you slowly bow, to which the three smile.

“Nonsense, Y/N-san!” Hina says cheerfully as she takes the boy from your arms. Just as she does, Tengen walks through the door.

“Y/N! I see you brought the boy! Is he ready to begin training?!” Tengen smiled. Hina protectively cradled the small child, “No!” She said, “He’s still a baby! He can barely walk!” You laughed.

“No Tengen, and I’ll be damned if you’re the first one to put a sword in my baby’s hand!” You swat at him playfully. As Hina went inside with the boy, he slowly but surely waved at you. His chubby little fingers waved around, and his eyes, just as bright as his fathers, gave you a sure smile.

“I can’t believe they called you and not me!” Tengen sulked. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, well I still have both my hands! I can fight if I need to!” “You don’t need to stoop so low!” He gritted.

Standing up straight, Tengen looks at you. “How are you holding up?” He asks, playing a (his only) hand on your shoulder.

You shrug. “As well as I can. Some days are harder than others. Senjuro is a great uncle. And Shinjuro stopped drinking ever since Ryu started walking. They’re all like triplets, it really does make me laugh sometimes.”

“Ever since Kyo died, it’s like there’s this pit in my stomach. I waited for him, y’know. I was up that whole night with a crying baby, staring out the window, waiting for him. I think Ryu knew when he died. Cause he went quiet for a while. Like he knew something was wrong. He was only 4 months old, and he could feel his father slipping away.” Your eyes began to tear up.

“I still wait for him sometimes. I’ll wait at the front door, and listen for his footsteps. Like this is all a nightmare. Like I’ll wake up tomorrow and he’ll be there next to me like he always was.” You wiped your eyes as Tengen stared at you.

You both sighed.

“You are so strong Y/N. You always have been. You were the youngest Hashira. You survived that. You survived the death of your mother and siblings, you survived countless demons, you basically mastered Sun-Breathing, you pushed a whole freaking baby out of your lady bits!” You shoved him at that last part. “You’re surviving this right now. One day, your son will grasp the notion of what you have been through, and he, as well as everyone else, will know that you might just be the Strongest.”

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“Man, why can’t I ever run into any upper ranks.” You hear Sanemi’s disappointed voice. “It’s probably your nasty attitude that they can sense.” You laugh as you walk into the room. A chorus of each Hashira speaking your name erupted.

“Y/N! You’re here?!” Mitsuri gleamed as she quickly rushed to hug you. Sanemi scoffed at your comment, “Look who showed up out of retirement spitting insults!”

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be here. Where is your son?” Gyomei said with tears in his eyes. “He is safe.” You reassure.

Everyone simply stared at you.

“It’s been 7 months guys, you can stop looking at me like I’m a wounded puppy.”

“No offense Y/N, but things like that don’t blow over so easy-” Giyuu began, but was cut short by Shinobu. “I think it is great that you’re out and about!”

The conversation was suddenly halted as the Masters wife entered the room.

-

“Good morning Kyo.” You smiled at the man laying next to you. His bright eyes beamed right back at your. “Hello my flame! Are you ready to take on the day?” You had been married for 3 years already and his enthusiasm never seemed to falter.

Each day he would look at you and shower you with praise as if it was his first time seeing you.

“I’ve been called away on a mission tonight.” He says, scooping up your son in his arms. The small boy grabs his fathers fingers, letting out a loud giggle. “I might let someone else handle it. Seeing as you are free tonight. Maybe some family time?” The small boy now went for his fathers hair, but the Flame Hashira just smiled.

“Kyo, I can’t ask you to do that. If you were chosen then that means it must be important.” You sighed, standing up and walking to your boys.

“Very well.” He said, pulling you into a tender embrace. One arm holding your son and the other holding you. “In two days time I shall be home,” he kissed your forehead, “Then we can have our family time”

You smiled. “In the meantime, you have other families to be saving.”

As he headed towards the door, he took one last look at you.

“Goodbye Y/N. I shall see you two soon. Don’t forget that I love you!”

“How could I every forget that?” You said. A hearty laughter escaped your husbands lips.

“See you soon, my family.”

[acciocriativity]

THE 'U' IN 'US' - AN ATEEZ SERIES - CHAPTER ONE

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of mistreatment and abuse.

WC: 2,2k

ZERO MASTERLIST TWO

Ateez Masterlist

“… project, how come you did not come to see it? Did you know that you’re walking with…”, Wooyoung was talking your ears off about his dance major while the nine of you walked out of the cafeteria, both of his hands around your right elbow as he walked with a skip on his steps.

It was an adorable sight if San was being honest with himself, but he was too afraid of being only a house of cards to enjoy the moment. He could only hear his own nervous heart and anxious thoughts. Usually, walking alongside of a hybrid could only be two things for a human: a burden or a prize, but he never felt like any of those things around you. Which made everything worse.

It’s been almost two hours and the right time never came. San felt his throat closing around the words anytime he brought himself to say it. He felt bad. Yes, he missed you and yes, you did so much for all of them, but if they didn’t have a clear goal in mind, he doubted he’d talk to you again. You reminded him of the old days when he needed you. Once again, he needs you, but he wished he didn’t.

I’m so fucking selfish, his brain kept telling him. He hated that he was there to only ask for a favor without anything to give in return, as if he’d have anything you already don’t.

“San?”, your voice woke him to the conversation again.

The moment he looked around, he noticed how you already were near the entrance of campus. His pack was also expecting an answer from him. They knew why he got so distracted all of a sudden, they could feel how heavy his heart was and could only imagine the thoughts running through his head.

“Sorry”, he forced a genuine smile and you waved it off his apology. “What did you say?”

“What are you thinking about? You seem a little lost in there”. Once again you give them an opportunity to tell you whatever they wanted to.

San’s mind froze. It was the perfect time, he could just ask then and there. What if you said no? What if you hate us for taking your time for nothing? What are we going to do then? Where are we going to go?

It was your turn to force a smile, they changed the topic anytime you got close to ask what they actually wanted. It was cute when they insisted the first time they just wanted to know how you were doing, so you let it go. But they seemed more anxious as the time went on, if Wooyoung’s nails extending and retreating rubbing against your arm was anything to go by.

“Can I help you guys with anything?”, their expressions were the answers that you needed to know. “What it is? Why don’t you just tell me?”

“We don’t want to bother you”, Yeosang said so fast you barely understood it. “We only, w-we…”, he sluttered as everyone eyes fell on him.

“We were going to find a way ourselves, but then we saw you and you are the only human we can trust to ask this”, Jongho interrupted, taking all the attention to himself and Yeosang hid behind him.

You nodded along, getting a little nervous yourself. If it was money it would be fine, but they seemed so tense you thought they got into some serious legal trouble and you were far from being a lawyer.

“Do you happen to know a safe place for us to stay?”, Hongjoong said the final words.

It was a strange sight to see Hongjoong being so indirect, so shy about something that he wanted, that was the last thing you expected from him for something so small to you.

But it wasn’t small for them.

As the seconds passed, the more anxious they seemed to get. Wooyoung couldn’t look at you, although he was still attached to you by the hip. The floor seemed much more interesting to him.

“I think I do, but Mingi mentioned an apartment, did something happen?”, you asked and everyone glared at Mingi in a subtle way.

It was clear Mingi himself didn’t remember to mention it. He had a silence discussion with them through his eyes only. The apartment was a sensitive topic and nobody else was supposed to know.

“It’s nothing you can do”, Seonghwa said after a long sigh. “Some nosy bitch found out that all of us lived there”.

“What’s the problem with that?”

“Only half of us are free hybrids”, Yunho informed as he crossed his arms in front of his body. Out of instinct he shrunk into himself because of those words.

“Oh, fucking stupid law”, you said the words in your mind and that earned you a couple of smiles from them. “A safe place, huh? Like a hybrid facility but better?”

Yunho scoffed at those two words, but agreed nonetheless. “Better would be great”.

But even the facilities were shutting down one by one, thanks to the years and years of protests against the mistreatment and down right abuse from those institutions. To find something better than wouldn’t be easy.

“I have my own place, but I can try to find something better in the meantime”.

They seemed lost in thought, then looked at each other. The silent conversation between them showed you a bit of the true connection they had. It made you a bit uncomfortable all of sudden, like you shouldn’t be witnessing whatever was happening in front of your eyes.

If San seemed uncomfortable in your presence before, now it was clear to you the reason wasn’t because he said he missed you, but because of this whole situation. It also brought you some flashbacks and it made sense that he hadn’t looked your way in the past half hour or so.

“You guys can think, how much time do you have until you have to leave?”

“Not a lot, but can I have your phone number?”, Hongjoong took a step further with his own phone in hand. “I’ll let you know if we took upon that offer”.

“And I’ll let you know if I find something else, so send me a quick message, okay?”, you got another smile out of them and took it as a small victory.

“Thank you so so much”, Wooyoung said as he rubbed the marks he accidentally made on your skin before pulling away from you.

It then downed on you his tail was around your waist this whole time like a warm blanket protecting your skin from the wind and you only noticed it when it left your body. It didn’t cross your mind how strange it was when he got so attentive and clingy the moment he had an opportunity for it.

Did that fox just used his seductive skills to win me over?, you thought as you tried to keep a poker face.

To his credit, Wooyoung didn’t plan to do anything of that sort. He was only being himself, at least 99% of himself with only 1% of boldness he usually hadn’t in him. He felt like he did a walk of shame back to his pack, because, of course, they noticed. Sure, he knew he didn’t need to do that to you, but in the back of his mind he knew that was the only way to get into someone’s good side and they needed to be in your good side.

Wooyoung only took a deep breath when he felt the comforting hands of San rubbing his back. At least San wasn’t judging him.

You thought he was cute. Really, all of them would always be kind of adorable in your head and you weren’t mad at him or anything. But the fact he thought he had to do that with you was disheartening. Now you had another hybrid avoiding your gaze.

“Which side are you guys going to?”, you broke the awkward and full of unspoken emotions silence.

Jongho took that bait as a sign and pointed to his left with his left thumb.

“I’m heading the other way, I hope we see each other soon”.

It was a lie, your home was the same exact direction, but you took the long way around it.

San could say he never had a silent way back home such as this, but there was no home to come back to.

He didn’t need to look at the others to know how they were feeling. There was hope, frustration and anger hanging in the air, still nobody dared to be the one to say those words.

Hongjoong was the most frustrated one. Nothing went as planned, since they didn’t even planned to reach out to you in the first place. At least not now, but time never was on their side just like every other fucking thing. It was Mingi’s idea to go into the cafeteria and if you were there, they would go talk to you. What were the actual fucking chances you were there?

He walked in front of everyone else without a new plan yet, which was pissing him off further. His head was too heavy for his shoulders, but he needed to find a roof for his pack, so he couldn’t complain about it.

Mingi and Yunho were the last ones in line on purpose.

Yunho was a ticking bomb, he could keep the smile on his face as long as he wanted, but Mingi knew better. Yunho always thought this pride thing was kind of ridiculous in this situation. He was the first to agree to Mingi’s plan and the one who encouraged everyone else to at least try to find you, because there was not another alternative. Why was that so hard to understand? This could easier than the mess they created it.

And Yeosang was trying so so hard to conceal the hope that everyone would be ok in your house and would be able to figure it out from there. He understood why the others were hesitant, freedom wasn’t a joke for hybrids like them, who hadn’t any for so long. But at the same time you wouldn’t abuse your powers as owner of the house and only human, he would lose faith in humanity if you were like that after all he went through.

Everything was aligned for a fight to happen at any minute and San was more anxious than ever. It came out in waves off of him, Wooyoung, who was by his side, could actually feel it penetrating his own skin and therefore making himself anxious.

“Stop!”, Wooyoung yelled and all of them paralyzed in the middle of the sidewalk. He took a deep breath as a couple glared at them before bumping into Mingi. Jongho held Yunho’s arm before he could give them a piece of his mind. They can not afford to grab this much attention on the streets. “Fuck, guys, stop , let’s just… there”, Wooyoung pointed to an empty alley.

Wooyoung did little to explain himself as he walked away.

“You can’t just do shit like this in the middle of the road”, Hongjoong angry whispered to Wooyoung, barely able to contain himself as he was the first to follow him.

“I know, I know and I’m sorry”, he whispered back as he disappeared in the shadows and the others followed suit.

“I do no-”

“Does anyone have a better plan?”, Wooyoung interrupts Seonghwa without noticing it. “Because I don’t think anyone does and we’ll be out here until they throw us into jail, is that better than to just accept some help?”

“We can at least try”, among the whispers, San’s voice was the softest. “We did it once, didn’t we?”

“We are trying and where is that taking us, Sannie?”, Wooyoung’s voice sounded as tired of that topic as he felt dirty from the lack of shower for the 2nd day in a row. “We came back to level zero and we even lost all of the progress for Yunho’s case”.

At the mention of that topic, Yunho turned around to face the wall.

“Guys, we have to leave right now”, Seonghwa said as he looked over his shoulders. “Now, come on, we have to go”, Seonghwa pushed Mingi and Jongho to move first.

The two of them started with small steps looking for what Seonghwa saw, then they noticed the weird white dude talking on the phone on the other side of the road. The whispered words reached their twitching hybrid ears. It was something about safety laws and … hybrid security.

They ran.

Jongho didn’t know where he was going, but he found himself guiding them through neighborhood after neighborhood. Unfortunately it was hard to be discreet when there was nine hybrids running in broad daylight and as time passed, they got more and more attention from humans.

Their ears up in their heads, waiting for the first sign of sirens to come, because they always did if any stray hybrid was out in the open by 5.

Then, Jongho suddenly made a turn when he caught a familiar scent. The others were too busy to noticed the change in route. Instead of the nation park, now there were headed to the outskirts of the small residential area.

When they all noticed, it was too late.

They were in front of your house.

And the siren let them know it was well past 5.

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[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hi Cal my dear! Wishing you a lovely weekend! And sending MAJOR props for everything you’ve posted in the last day it was all fabulous! Here’s lots of emojis to prompt your brilliant mind :)

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️ (THEYRE MARRIED!!!! LOVE THAT FOR THEM! So looking forward to seeing them with their new house and baby and their beautiful life together!)

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(buckley parents suuuuuck! AND ITS FINALLY TIME FOR A DANIEL REVEAL! On the edge of my seat!)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟(loved chim’s pov! Thats my sweet guy he’s such a softie romantic! Very excited to see whose pov is next and find out who is approaching the library!)

- PCA <3

HI PCA <3 <3 <3 <3

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

42 for ⚡️(YEAH MARRIED! HONEYMOON TIME):

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Buck and Eddie have to work three shifts before they can leave for their little honeymoon getaway. Whoever’s idea that - his - is obviously an idiot, because it’s torture. All he wants to do is have lots of sex in the little beach house AirBnb he booked in San Clemente with his husband, but no! He has to go to work and spend several days walking into fires, getting vomited on, and most importantly, not having sex. He barely survives. It’s really quite a travesty. 

It’s actually a pretty decent sign for Buck that he’s really fucking happy with his life that he doesn’t want to be at work. He loves work. His job is the greatest job in the world. His team is the best team on earth. Most of the time? Can’t get enough of it. But in the wake of their wedding - which was perfect and stunning and everyone else wishes they had wedding photos in front of a fire truck from the 1920s - Buck has other things occupying his brain. Much more exciting things. Which is kind of bad, considering he should really just be focused on saving lives. 

By the end of the third shift, Buck is practically vibrating, waiting for the time to end. They’re all packed. They’re leaving first thing in the morning. Not soon enough. 

Adriana and Ravi are coming to stay with Chris for the five days they’ll be gone. Chris thinks this is very cool. Much cooler than the alternative, which was going to be Pepa. Buck thinks this is a little unfair to poor Pepa, who has watched him hundreds of times. But he gets it. They’re younger and more fun and will almost certainly let him get away with more than Eddie would. 

When their shift finally does end, Buck can feel himself motoring through their leaving routine. He tries to light a fire under Eddie’s feet with his eyes so Eddie will move a bit quicker. 

“Changing like you’re between sets at the Eras Tour is not going to make tomorrow come any quicker,” Eddie tells him. 

“Oh, he’s got Eras Tour references,” Buck teases.

Obviously he has made Eddie watch the movie. Twice. But only twice! No matter what Eddie may or may not have complained. 

“We’ve still got hours,” Eddie says. “Calm down.”

“I will not,” Buck scoffs. “I am as excited for this as the wedding!”

Buck has made this point clear. Several times. They made cuts to their wedding budget so they could afford this waterfront rental. Buck is so fucking excited for this honeymoon. 

He understands that this might sound somewhat insane. Maybe a little vapid.

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63 for 🚨 (yeahhhhh sorry for the angst):

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It’s not easy or stable or linear. But he’s working on it.

The day after he learns about Daniel, Buck calls in sick to work. Takes a mental health day at Eddie’s insistence. This turns out to be a wise call. There’s a horrific factory fire that almost goes badly, and Buck probably wouldn’t have been in a good headspace for that. To make matters worse, his parents actually show up at the station. Eddie sends them away, for which Buck is grateful. He doesn’t want to see them again. 

And he doesn’t have to. 

Maddie comes over at his request and they talk through everything. He’s mad. Really mad. 

“You should have told me. After everything we’ve been through together, the trial, moving, how could you not tell me?” 

“I was terrified to tell you!” She admits. “Especially after Afghanistan and the trial, Evan! You slip into such dark places. Places where I can’t reach you. I didn’t want to risk it!”

And the thing is, he can understand that. She’s not wrong. He has descended into dark spells again and again since being honorably discharged. 

“And, honestly, Evan… I didn’t know how to talk about him,” Maddie continues. “I was never allowed. She’d get so upset at the slightest mention… It was like even thinking about him made me feel like I would be punished.”

Buck’s anger deflates a lot after that. Because, really. He can’t imagine. He can’t fucking imagine. 

They argue some more. They cry. They make up. How could Buck ever possibly stay mad at her forever? She loved him enough for two parents, when his own refused. 

So he moves forward. He keeps up with therapy. He cherishes his loved ones. He tries to live up to the role Christopher has graciously given to him. That Eddie allows him to have. He works on loving himself, to be worthy of the love they give him.

And life moves forward with him. 

ii.

They have their first Christmas together as a couple. As a family. Eddie, who wasn’t really a big holiday guy ever before Christopher, loves every second of it. It’s like holidays finally have a reason to feel magical, rather burdensome. He has the exact family he was missing before, in order for them to feel perfect. 

Buck goes all out. Decorates, plays music, bakes. Spoils Chris way more than he needs to. He comes back to life, in a way he’s been struggling to do since the whole Daniel thing. He is holiday cheer incarnate. Eddie is so disgustingly in love with him. 

On Christmas morning, sitting around a faux-pine tree, watching their kid open heaps more presents than Eddie got at that age, Eddie can’t help but feel a strange sense of tranquility. Like, oh. Right. This is what life is supposed to be. He can imagine ten more Christmases from now. He can imagine wedding bands. He can imagine more kids.

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48 for 🧟(it's Eddie!!!!):

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“Well, yeah,” Buck replies. “Good thing Los Angeles is a very small town. Like one intersection.”

“Okay, smart ass,” Eddie sighs. 

“Where in L.A.?” Buck amends his question. 

Okay, fine. It’s a fair question.

“Mid-City area,” Eddie explains. Not that that might mean anything to Buck. “My wife… Shannon… Her mom had an apartment out there.”

“Her mom?” Buck asks. “You said she was caring for her, right?”

Eddie shifts in the driver’s seat uncomfortably. He doesn’t really want to get into all of it. It’s not easy to talk about. But, then again, he agreed to Buck coming. So obviously Buck is going to have to learn more of it than what Eddie explained to him that first night. Which wasn’t very much. And if they do find Shannon? Well, then Buck will probably hear a lot of it. There’s a lot Eddie needs to say to her. He’s not sure how composed he’ll be able to keep himself, after all this time. 

“Yeah,” Eddie confirms. “She was terminally ill. Cancer.”

“Fuck,” Buck sighs. “I’m sorry, man.”

“Thanks.”

It feels strange to accept condolences for Janet, but he does it anyway. She wasn’t his mother. They weren’t that close. He feels like he probably cost her time with her daughter. Definitely with her grandson. But… Yeah. He’s sad she’s probably dead. She was always very kind to him. In a judgment free way his own parents couldn’t comprehend. Not that he should be thinking badly of them. 

“I don’t know if she died or not before…”

“Zombies?”

“Yeah.”

“Kind of hope she did, for her sake,” Buck replies.

Eddie nods.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla [VAMPIRE ENDING]

ー The scene starts with Yui entering Carla’s room

Yui: ( Carla-san...Is he asleep? Or perhaps he has already lost consciousness...? )

Carla-san, can you hear me? It’s me, Carla-san...!

Carla: ...That voiceーー Yui, is that you...?

Yui: Yes...!

Carla: ...Why did you come here...?

Yui: Once I heard that this Castle had been taken over by Kino-kun and the Ghouls, I simply could not sit still...

I am so relieved...that you are safe and sound.

Carla: Safe and sound, huh...? I have to disagree with that, considering my current health situation...

Yui: But you are still alive. And once you get cured from your illness, you’ll get to live so much longer!

Let’s go to Rotigenberg together, Carla-san...!

Carla: ...

Yui: I want us to live life together. I want to spend my life with you.

You had plenty of dreams and ambitions, didn’t you?

I am sure you can grant those once you recover!

Carla: Ambitions...Dreams...

However, those...can no longer be fulfilled. 

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: Howeverーー A new ambition just sparked...inside of me.

For that sake, I shall survive one more time...

...Yui. Let us go to Rotigenberg. 

I realized that there is something I must achieve...no matter what...

Yui: Carla-san...!!

( He found his will to life again...! )

Yes, right away. Let’s go together. 

...I shall be with you forever. Please don’t forget that.

Carla: ...Yes. Exactly. Let us go together...Yui...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the Ghouls’ manor

Yui: Welcome back, Carla-san.

Carla: Yes. 

Yui: I’ll get you a cup of tea right away.

( It has been a while since we came here to Rotigenberg and Carla-san actually got better. )

( He still goes on daily walks to expose himself to the gasses emitting from the ground, but it’s honestly barely necessary at this point... )

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: Huh...?

Carla: ...? This is one of the Vampire’s Familiars. 

A letter ーー For me?

*Flip* 

Carla: ...!

Yui: Carla-san? What’s wrong?

Carla: ...Kino and the Ghouls were attacked by the Vampire Clan.

And...They were wiped clean.

Yui: ...

Carla: ...Haah.

I suppose my ambition was once again cut short before it could come to fruition. 

Yui: Carla-san...

( I was incredibly shocked as well when I heard that Shin-kun had been murdered by Kino-kun. )

( Carla-san wanted to come cure his disease here at Rotigenberg, so he could avenge Shin-kunーー ) 

( Even if that meant he would have to become a Ghoul in return. )

( He decided to go to Rotigenberg and continue to live, for that sole reason. )

( But now that Kino-kun is dead, he can no longer... )

Carla: Yui. Let us return to Banmaden. 

Yui: Eh? 

Carla: Since they went out of their way to inform me of these happenings, I believe the Vampire Clan does not intend to take over Banmaden. 

I have been cured from Endzeit. It is time for me to return. 

Yui: ...Yes!

( Even if he can no longer avenge Shin-kun. )

( Carla-san has completely regained the power to continue living. )

( He’s back to being the old Carla-san...! )

 ー The scene shifts to the outside of Banmaden

Yui: ( It feels like forever since I last saw Banmaden... )

( Huh? Somebody’s coming our way from up ahead? )

???: Oi−! Nii-san! Yui!

Yui: ...! This voiceーー

Carla: Shin! You were alive...?

Shin: Oh geez, Nii-san! Don’t kill me off that easily!

Carla: However...

Shin: Well, yeah. I guess I can’t blame you for thinking I had kicked the bucket. I got stabbed through the heart multiple times after all.

Carla: ...What on earth happened afterwards? 

Shin: A lot, really. I’ll go in chronological order. 

First, I was thrown into the dungeon. Then after some time had passed, I came back to life.

Carla: ...I find that somewhat hard to believe. 

Shin: Hehe. I get that. I still don’t believe it myself at times. Props to me for recovering from that!

So, everyone was in the middle of the war at that point. So nobody bothered to check up on the guy who had been thrown into the dungeon.

That’s why I waited by myself, recovering my strength and waiting for a chance to strike. 

Carla: However, it would be difficult for you to overthrow a whole army by yourself...

Shin: Yeah. That’s why I contacted the Vampire Clan first. 

Yui: Shuu-san and the others? 

Shin: Yeah.

( Even though he used to despise Vampires so much. )

Carla: So you saying that the Vampire Clan took out Kinoーー?

Shin: Yeah. I guess you could say it was a shared effort between Shuu and I.

I had no other choice but join hands with them to get myself out of that situation. 

I mean, it wasn’t my personal choice to have to work together with those Vampires, but there was no other way. 

Carla: ...And that is why they sent a Familiar to me? 

Shin: There you have it. I could have done it myself as well. But I figured it was a good opportunity to surprise you two.

Yui: Surprise us? Shin-kun...

Shin: Well, I was pretty shocked myself as well. ーー Because you’ve fully recovered from your illness. 

Anyway, I’m super happy about that.

Carla: ...

Shin: We’ve formed an alliance with the Vampire Clan. That’s how we got the Vibora to step back. 

I believe that the power levels in the Demon World are currently stablized. The situation is pretty peaceful. 

Carla: I see...

Shin. You did a truly outstanding job. 

Shin: E-Eeh? Where is this coming from all of a sudden?

Carla: You did a fine job accomplishing something which is usually the task of a King.

Younger brother of mine. I am proud of you.

Shin: Oh come on, lay it off. It’s embarrassing. 

Carla: It is nothing to be embarrassed about, is it? You are more than deserving of the praise. 

Shin: No, it’s just...Kino put the two of you through hell and back as well, didn’t he?

So I just wanted to get back at him for that.

Carla: ...

... Shin. There is something I would like to ask you.

Shin: Hm? Yes?

Carla: Will you inherit the throne in my place?

Yui: ( Eh? ...Carla-san!? )

Shin: ...!? Hold up, Nii-san, what are you saying out of nowhere!?

Carla: It is not sudden at all. This has been on my mind the whole time.

ーー I am no longer qualified to call myself a King.

...I am sure you can tell, but I am no longer a Founder.

Shin: Ugh...

Carla: A Ghoul without powers should not be allowed to be King. Therefore, Shin ーー I am counting on you.

Shin: ...

...I’m afraid I can’t say yes to that, even if you’re the one asking.

Carla: Excuse me...!? 

Shin: I’m not right guy for the job. I mean, I haven’t been taught how to be a fine King at all.

...Kino and his minions told me when they attacked me. 

That I brought the situation upon myself because I was far too strict with them. 

That pissed me off back then...But when I looked back at it, I could sort of understand where they were coming from.

Even if you ask me to behave like a proper King just like you did, I just can’t.

Carla: ...You won’t consider?

Shin: ...Nope. This is the one thing I can’t do, no matter how many times you ask me. 

Carla: ...I see. 

...However, the two of us were the only two living Founders left.

And I am no longer a Founder, so there is no other option but for you to become the new King. Am I wrong? 

Yui: ( ... )

Um...Excuse me. May I?

Carla: Hm?

Yui: ...It might not just be the two of you.

Shin: ...? What do you mean?

Yui: Well...I believe a new Founder might be born into this World very soon...

Shin: Eh!? A new Founder, do you meanーー!?

Yui: ( ...Shin-kun is staring right at my belly. )

E-Exactly. There’s one...inside of here, you know?

Shin: Wow, amazing! For real...!?

Carla: ...! Yui, is that true!?

Yui: ...Yes.

Carla: Why have you stayed quiet about something so important up till now!?

Yui: No, I found out very recently...But we ended up returning to Banmaden before I had a chance to tell you. 

So I figured right now was as good as a time as ever to announce it...

Carla: I see...So that’s how it went.

Shin: Eh? If this is Nii-san’s kid ーー I’m gonna be an uncle!? Right!?

Geezー That’s kinda embarrassing...But not bad, I guess! Haha!

Yui: ( Seems like both of them are overjoyed. I’m glad... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Carla’s room

Yui: Carla-san. It’s already late. You should probably get some rest soon...

Carla: Do not worry about me. I am no longer ill after all. 

Yui: Ah...My bad.

Carla: No, I cannot blame you. I looked death straight into the eyes not too long ago after all. 

I feel relieved to be back here at Banmaden now.

...It is rather odd how it makes me feel that way, considering I was locked up in this Castle for the longest time. 

Yui: ...

Carla: ...Yui. Come closer.

Yui: Sure...

ー She steps closer

Carla: Stand in front of me.

Yui: ...?

*Rustle*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“I promise that I shall forever protect you...as well as our child inside your belly, to show my thanks for granting me with such warm feelings.”

“I did not think...I would one day be able to talk about the future like this. It’s all thanks to you.”

Yui: Ah...

Carla: I must convey my gratitude to you. You ensured our bloodline. 

While I may have become a Ghoul, I can now entrust my dreams, ambitions and our future to someone. 

It’s all thanks to you...Yui. 

Yui: Carla-san...

( His touch and voice are so gentle... )

( As if he’s gently embracing meーー and this new life. )

Carla: I thought happiness was something I would never get to experience. 

But I believe that I have finally come to somewhat understand what it means.

Yui: Carla-san...

Ever since...I decided that I would stay with you, I’ve felt this way. That your happiness, also makes me happy.

And it really does...

( Carla-san, I and this little one. )

( At this moment, we have found a new form of happiness right hereーー )

ーー THE END ーー

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Credit: left parking garage photo by photographer Akira Asakura - unknown

"Jeez these are heavy.." you mumbled as you threw your things to the back of your cream coloured car. Sighing, you paused and rested your hands on the trunk of your vehicle, reminiscing the past.

After Thanos snapped his fingers, your life changed for the better and for the worse. The world changed for the worse and for the better.

After half's of earth's population was brought back, you've moved to a different country, learned a different language.

You wanted to restart. A clean plate. Let's just say your past life wasn't something to share with everyone. You've done things you've regret in hopes of making it better. You got no one. Your parents died during Thanos first attack on New York in 2011. You were only 11 years old when you witnessed your home being blown up with you and them still inside. You survived but your parents weren't so lucky.

It was nearly 10pm and you just closed up for the night. Everyday is the same but you don't mind it, really, Korea looks pretty at night.

Clapping your hand together to brush off any leftover dirt from your palms, slamming the back door of your car shut before you heard a small click sound, telling you that it was locked.

Reaching into your pocket to fetched your keys but only to found yourself stopping after hearing a slight disturbance coming from behind you.

Out of curiosity, you turned around, scanning the nearly empty parking garage and found nothing. Your eyes scan every grey concrete, the cracks in the wall, and for any newly parked cars.

But it was just you in the nearly empty parking garage.

You were the one who locked up, so no one should even be here this late at night. That, or people are working a night shift.

"Hm..." you thought long and hard about going to check it out but you brushed it off thinking is a squirrel. If not that, just your paranoia. Wouldn't be the first time.

In-till you heard it again only this time, it was closer.

Just as you were about to open your car door you suddenly stopped with your fingers inches away for your cars handle, fingers just glazing against it, feeling your body tensed up.

"Oh god!" You screamed, brushing your hands over your coats pockets.

"I forget my earphones in my locker." You groaned, throwing your head back and locked your car and headed straight for the elevator.

You walked a couple of steps across the parking garage too retrieve your ten dollar earphones. But with each step, you felt...off. As if someone was watching your every move.

Out of habit, you stopped walking and turned around to scan your surroundings.

Nothing. Just distant traffic coming from a close highway.

Your loose olive coat brushed against your hands as you turned to every sound that hit your eardrum.

Nothing.

"She's went back downstairs, Yunho, just in case San fails, get ready,"

A voice said in the brown haired male's earpiece. The tall male sat on a long sun chair, waiting for further instructions for about an hour.

"Okie dokie!" He said, popping out his coca-cola flavoured lollipop from his lips and smiled at the view font of him.

He let out a chuckled before aggressively putting down his rather large case on the roof of the apartment building; opening the case revealing a JTF2 Sniper.

He squealed.

"...my baby..." he said, bring his hand across the cold metal, caressing the scope to the sniper itself that had a big 'baby' printed in white spray paint on the body of the gun.

"Let's do this..." he muttered, taking each piece from the case and assembled it together; making sure that the magazine was fully loaded and seated the gun on the bipod.

After doing so, he set up his sniper rifle on the edge of the building, pointing the nozzle at lit up parking garage.

"I'm in position, I got the target in view, tell me when I should take the shot," Yunho said through his earpiece.

He watched you- three buildings away - through his sniper's scope. Your tall yet small figure walk skittishly to the elevator. You wore a large white t-shirt under your long olive coat with black baggy pants and white shoes. An everyday outfit in Korea.

He know from the way you looked - your skin, eye shape, nose, your quivering l/c lips *to your f/c - if you wear one - hajib* that you were foreign to the country.

"You're pretty," he mumbled trying to place his target on your head. He scans your worried with a mix of concern-face before checking you out, his finger slowly caressing the trigger.

"...God, I'll hate to ruin that cheap white shirt of yours..." he watched you double check your environment as you arrive to the elevator and pushed down on the button, waiting patiently for the ride.

Once you heard the small ding, you stepped inside too retrieve your ten dollar earphones. "...I didn't hear the shot..." Hongjoong spoke through Yunho's earpiece.

After watching your every moving, Yunho lowered his gun and rises his hand to his earpiece.

"Target out of sight...I'm not clear to take the shot," he paused, removing his eye from the scope and relaxes his shoulders. "Shit...!" Hongjoong cursed.

You smiled softly while staring at your earphones that wasn't- thankfully- stolen. The elevator made a high bell sound before opening the door and immediately your eyes wondered to the only living thing in the elevator, a tall male. Close to your height, a little bit taller.

They had a long black leather coat on with a rocking ruby turtleneck. He wore a eyelet decor buckle belt with long grey dress pants. His jaw was sharp along with his facial features. You didn't say anything before you stepped in but not before glancing at his name tag that had a company's name on it, in fact, it was a company close to the shop you worked at.

You stepped in and reached for the button for your floor number but to your surprise, there wasn't any other button glowing, showing that the man behind you wasn't going anywhere. He didn't get off at the stop you got on, so you had to ask.

"Um...ajeossi, where are you getting off?" You looked up at him for an answer. But you didn't get one.

Instead, his gaze slowly turned to you and only looked into your e/c eyes than to your feet and up back to your eyes.

"...."

"...O..k..." You nodded awkwardly and clicked on your floor to where your car is. Now you know why they used to put music in elevators just to ease the tension. The waiting time was awkward and you can feel his gaze from behind you, creating a hole through your head.

Finally the bell rings and you got off at your appropriate floor. But still, the man didn't get off. You thought you saw a ghost cause he wasn't simply getting off and just stood there. At the last second, you turned at face him one last time but your heart skipped a beat when you did just that.

He smiled at you.

Revealing his dimples and threw you a small wave, tilting his head back. But just when the elevator doors were about to close, his mood, era and expression drops.

For some reason the atmosphere got dark and intense. And soon his attractive smile formed into a hard glare.

"The heck..." you mumbled. Parting your lips before taking out your lip boom from your small fanny pack to moist them. But before you could take a step or apply any lip-boom on your l/c lips your phone ringed, playing your annoying ringtone.

"Who's calling me now..." you argued to yourself, putting away your boom and taking out your phone from your waist bag.

'...unknown...' it read.

"Scam..." you mumbled and put it back to where it was before. Trying again, to took your boom out again and began to slowly walk to your car.

It ringed again.

You groan as your boom was just an inch away for your slightly chapped lips.

This time, you answered.

"Look, this better be good-"

"You're F/N (M/N) L/n, right?" A dangerously deep male voice asked you over your phone in Korean. He sounded out of breath and of you listen closely you could hear the sound if aggressive wind being hit over and over again; like a chopper, nearly muffling out their voice. If it wasn't for their voice being deep, you couldn't have heard them.

You paused and tried to registered what the heck just came out of your phone's speaker.

"Yes...-"

"Listen to me carefully or you'll die." You felt your heart drop. You farrowed your eyebrows. "Huh!" your palms sweated while you began to fiddled with your lip-booms' label.

Your lips quivered and you began to blink faster than you usually do.

"What....What is this!?" You asked nearly screaming at the man on the phone. It was nearly 10:30 pm now and you're tired as heck. You got work tomorrow too. You started to get impatient and you just got enough of it.

"Ma'am or sir- whatever they call you, I'm too tired to be told this- this-"

"Your phone number is 026*******, your social security number is 82**01-23**678, you live in a apartment in Sangam on World cup buk-ro 60-gil-" at the moment- after he named your apartment name he went on to your best friends names to your dogs' former owner.

"I know more about you know about yourself, so listen."

Your heart dropped and you were unable to pick it up. You sweated buckets while your head was pounding. You were stunned. "O-ok you made your point...Ma'am..." you cut them off, stuffing your lipboom away in your bag and took out your inhaler instead.

You took a breath.

"Listen to me carefully..."

You took another breath.

"Don't go to the elevators or any exits, understand?" You paused.

"Elevator...?" You mumbled.

Now you were scared.

Earlier today you felt that you were being watched. From you bring at the cash register to you being at the back designing donuts. The weird noises. The sudden overly dressed man in the rusted elevator, it kinda made sense.

Slowly turning around to face the closed sliver metal doors.

"Second, they are people coming after you thinking you are a drug lord...." “A what lord…?” “How could this happen….” You heard him muttering to himself. You spaced out, your eyes wondering to the top of the elevator. Slowly lowering your phone from your ear, you watched the the lights at the top of the elevator light sit on your level.

It never moved.

Flashback:

Two days before F/N L/N Attempted Assassination.

"FUCK!" The woman cursed, slammed her fist onto the table. She cursed, trying to keep her anger at a minimum.

The other workers has stopped typing, searching or what not and instead now bowing their heads. Some fidget with their fingers while some watch their general, waiting for further instructions.

"But the mission was successful?"

"Yes ma'am." The agent answered formally.

Her breathing hitched. 'No it wasn't, if it was, they would've be here!' She failed. She thought it makes her no different from the general their trying to erase from existence.

"Keep calm." She mumbled.

Everyone shifted in their seat and if not in one, squirmed uncomfortably on their feet.

She promised them a happy life after all General Dreykov rooms were erased off of the face of the earth. But than again, she can't guarantee their safety out in action. She can only do some much till she's cut off.

"Ma'am-"

Her sudden loud scream filled with stress cut her companion off. And not a second after the woman in the black leather coat punched the screen hard resulting her pale fist piercing straight through it.

She wasn't sad anymore, she was mad.

Angry that she was unable to do something as two agents or even friends went up in flames as she was sipping her coffee in the staff room that morning.

"Everyone goes home," was the last thing she said to them. A total lie.

After removing her pale fist from the broken computer screen - not caring if it was bleeding - she wipes her now pink face with her sleeve, pinching her nose and ran her fingers down her pink cheeks.

It was quiet in the headquarters. The general is a having a break down. Many people don't know how to feel. Some don't even know who the group of agents were, they just punch in numbers, coordinates and assign missions.

The boys stood there along with the other workers. Waiting. This wasn't the first time anyway. Many people die happy, many die sad or angry. It's life. A sad reality.

But as others would say, ‘move on.’

"...God..." she mumbled. "What the next mission?" she yelled, grabbing a hold of the rallying, her sliver rings made contact with metal supporter.

"We’ll um…" he deep cold voice answered the woman.

"Soobin!" She yelled at one of the worker who almost choked and immediately stopped drinking his coffee, tapped his computer's keyboard with a loud click. The other workers sprung back into action, typing on the computer to pull up the next file.

The large blue LED globe in the centre of the research hall spins till it created a landmark on Korea; a spot just outside of Seoul. A second after an ID popped up. The photo glitches revealing a foreign female.

"This..." she started, pointing to the large ID on the screen.

"Is your next target." She said, assembling the next temporary squad.

Hongjoong’s heavy boots made a satisfying sound as he walks on the roof of the headquarters. His orange coloured hair blow in the heavy wind, despite knowing that he's not allowed up there in the first place. Keeping his balance, he walks slowly to the figure who was slouching.

Both males were still in their uniforms. Fully loaded guns with sharp knifes resting in there harness against their torso, hips, and thighs.

"You good?" He asked is junior, Wooyoung who was now playing with his small pocket knife. Putting his finger through the hole at the bottom of the knife's handle, spinning it around his finger.

"No." He coldly answered his senior. Hongjoong doesn't really know how to comfort people after a lost. He told himself to never get to close to someone cause he'll never know when they'll disappear. He knows their likely going to die in his hands here than out there in the world.

He was about to say something but was cut off by a beep coming from his wrist. He brought up his wrist to see a flashing red light and wasted no time tapping on it.

"New squad: 4-X Jeong Yunho, Choi San, Kim Hongjoong, and Jung Wooyoung; this is your new mission, 4 days from now. This is your new target. This is an assassination mission. If we can’t find them, we kill their drug lord, it will fuel the others to come out."

He hummed, "assassination mission..." Hongjoong mumbled, beginning to read the description. Taking a breath, he looking past his caller and straight to the young black haired male who has now stopped playing with his small pocket knife and looked at his hologram-watch.

"Another one already?..." Wooyoung sighed. "Come on," he murmured before getting up on his feet, walking passed him to the meeting lobby.

NOTES

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❌ - F/N thought the male in the elevator was handsome

❌ - San was eyeing F/n. He liked her coat

Translation

아저씨 ajeossi Translations of Mister

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[dragon-business]

Majima's freedom and Kiryu's naivety

So, Kiryu has a way of coping with his social difficulties by adopting strict rules and beliefs to guide himself through human interactions. This helps him out a lot, but also makes him very resistant to change and hard-headed sometimes. And sometimes even cruel.

Like, for instance, let's take Majima. Kiryu really admires him, and trusts him, and believes that Majima is very capable and can handle anything life throws his way. And technically this is super sweet, and amazing, but Kiryu believes it so wholeheartedly that it becomes cruel naivety.

And one of the first times we properly see this is in Kiwami, in the scene on the pier. After helping Kiryu out big time all through the story and in that momrnt, Majima got shot in the stomach, and fell into the freezing December waters of the Tokyo Bay. And Kiryu sees this and just… leaves. He has more pressing matters to deal with. Majima-san will be fine, he's Majima-san, after all. He can survive anything. Even swimming out of cold waters alone while bleeding his guts out, apparently (oh, the desire to punch Kiryu in that moment, we could barely contain it).

And in our playthrough this happened almost right after we finished Majima Everywhere, so it was twice as gutpunchy of a dick move.

Nevermind that Majima survived this. Of course he did, that's all he does in his life when he's pressed against the wall (or depth of the ocean). The point is that he shouldn't be put in these situations, especially by people he trusts.

(This thing with Kiryu thinking that Majima can handle anything and doesn't need any help at all will keep going on and on in the future, each time becoming more and more of a shitty thing pull. It includes things like, let's say, making Majima come back to Tojo in y3, leaving him to deal with the Nishikiyama family, and so on. But there's bit more to it at play than naïve beliefs by that point, We'll get to it in time.)

And yes, this was a long winded intro to saying that Majima had all the rights to be pissed at Kiryu after that and ram the bathhouse with the truck at full speed. It seems that he threatened the girl there just for show. He talked politely to her and let her go immediately when she said she's in love with someone.

Kiryu deserved this ass whooping, 100%.

(We also strongly believe that after this incident Majima bought Shangri-La. Like, both the building and the business. But, since it was connected to unpleasant memories and he just really didn't like the place, Majima left it as it is. Didn't touch it at all since then)

(And this is why even as far as y6 Shangri-La is still standing there, boarded up, empty, the place where the truck hit the building still clearly visible and only getting more decrepit with age)

So, anyways, Kiryu and Majima don't see each other for a bit after that. Majima has time to cool off, think about it more… and then news come in. Shimano is dead, and in an indirect way he's dead because of Kiryu. Shimano who put Majima through the worst hell and then back. Shimano who Majima stayed with, even after all that, pretending to be unruly and free. Shimano, who Majima was unable to break away from, almost freezing each time he was around. It's been over a decade of mad dog barking on a leash. And then bam, Shimano is gone. Thanks (somewhat) to Kiryu.

Imagine what this does to a man. To Majima. After all these years. After Majima Everywhere.

And he sends Kiryu this text. 

And it is already a lot. But with this context, knowing the story of y0, I doubt my or Majima's heart will ever be still.

He'll need some time to process all this. To really grasp that he is really truly free now. To realise that Kiryu somehow helped him get his freedom. To understand what being free even means.

So Majima will not be available, will be out of it for a while afterwards. Missing the finale of the game and some context.

But, get this, there’s even more – later everyone learns that Kiryu didn't kill Dojima. And, see, Majima already kinda made his peace with it. He had to live for 10 years knowing Kiryu, with all his big words about honour and not murdering people, still did it. For whatever reason he had, it doesn't matter. He got down from his idealistic horse and got dirty like the rest of them.

And it's not like Majima cared. Not like it meant something to him, this small corner of his heart that sorta maybe felt good seeing Kiryu stubbornly prevail with his beliefs intact even in the most gruesome places. Whatever, amaright? Majima is fine. He moved on, and can still appreciate Kiryu's company even with this smal pang of something not being the same anymore.

And then. It turns out Kiryu never stained his hands with blood. At all. He went through prison to help his brother, not that this sounds familiar to Majima, and- 

Majima will be processing all this for a while.

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[ohagi-bites]

—Tengen has some kind of high tech prosthetic, mentions of the deaths in the final battle, I decided that Sanemi and Giyuu and the surviving kamaboko squad don’t have the Hashira marks bc of how long after the final battle this takes place. (One of) Tengens daughters, had with Y/N. Ojisan means uncle and Oniisan means big brother—

Have some fluff. Hopefully it can make up for the baby angst I gave y’all.

Tengen stares at the small figure across the table from him, her hands keeping his in place as she squints at him, her gaze fierce.

Barely four foot eight, with hair the same length and texture as his, eyes like yours, a smile like Hina’s, a voice like Suma’s and an attitude like Makio’s, Uzui Kyoji was an absolute terror. And the love of his life.

Tengen smiles as she digs through the pouch that her onii san gave her for her birthday last year to pull out an array of nail polish, the squat glass bottles littering the tabletop in front of her.

“Whatcha thinking, baby?” Tengen asks, his deep voice rumbling.

“Tryna decide what to make your nails look,” the ten year old answers brightly, scrutinizing the rainbow of shades before her and studying her father’s nails. “Did Mama do your nails last?”

Tengen chuckles. “Which one, sweetheart?”

“Mama Maki.”

A grin. “How’d you know?”

“She always put a tiny heart somewhere.” Kyoji dips a cotton tip into the nail polish remover and taps the heart she found on his ring finger nail. “It was green this time.”

Tengen smiles fondly and ruffles her hair carefully. Kyoji smiles and leans into his touch. “Does it hurt today?”

Tengen glances at where the skin graft fibers blend into his wrist. “No, baby. Not today.”

Kyoji pouts. “I heard you tell Mommy it stung.”

Tengens gaze softens at the concern in his daughter’s voice. “Sometimes there’s a bit of a bite when we put it on, but other than that, it’s okay!”

Kyoji’s brow scrunches and she finishes scrubbing off all the polish that Makio did. “But it doesn’t hurt now?”

“No, baby. It doesn’t.” He watches as she picks out a vibrant yellow and begins applying a top coat. “Yellow?” He asks in surprise. “That’s certainly flashy.”

“Shhh,” Kyoji scolds. “Lemme work.”

After a few minutes she starts talking. “I think Ojisan was crying again yesterday.”

“Oh yeah? What makes you say that, honey?”

Kyoji finishes his first hand and reaches for the techno prosthetic. “Because onii san was hugging Oji Gyuu. And he was really upset. Which must mean Oji Nemi was crying about something… right?”

Tengen blinks at her perceptiveness. Yes, it was true that Sanemi was having a particularly rough time, seeing as yesterday was the anniversary of his younger brothers death. It was the anniversary of a lot of deaths of good people… but something about this year was particularly hard for Sanemi. Once the Wind Hashira had exhausted himself and fell asleep, Tanjiro managed to find Giyuu to lend him some moral support. The dedication the wind and water Hashiras have for one another always astounds Tengen.

“Oji Nemi was just… upset about something, baby,” he says gently. “Someone he really loved died a couple years before you were born and yesterday was the anniversary of their death.”

Kyoji’s eyes look sad as she picks up a bold vermillion and starts painting patterns onto the yellow nails. “Who was it?”

Tengen swallows at her question. “His little brother. You would’ve loved him, baby girl. Your onii san was pretty close to him.”

“Which one?” She asks, taking a wood splinter out of the bag to clean the detail.

“Technically all of them, but especially Tanjiro,” Tengen says, lifting his other hand to scratch the back of his neck, but Kyoji’s glare makes him out his hand back down. “Your onii Nezuko is a lot like him.”

Kyoji scrunches her nose. “Is that why Oji Nemi likes her so much? Because she reminds her of his brother?”

“Could be,” Tengen says sadly. He blinks, seeing the detail his daughter is putting into his nails and laughs. “Oh, my love, what are you doing here?”

Kyoji finishes and twists the cap back on the red and leans back, looking down hesitantly. Tengen, sensing this, cranes his head to look her in her eyes. “What is it, baby girl?”

Kyoji bites her lip. “I don’t want you to be upset…”

Tengen laughs lightly. “Never, sweetheart. Now what’s up?”

“I just thought they should be special today,” she says quietly.

“Why today?” Tengen asks, tilting his head in confusion.

Kyoji swallows and looks down, not wanting to see the expression on her father’s face as she says “It… It’s Oji Ren’s birthday, isn’t it?”

Tengen feels like the wind has been knocked out of him. “W-what?”

“I heard Mama and Mommy talking about it and they said you probably wouldn’t want them to do anything to celebrate because you’d wanna be alone but… but I don’t want you to forget about Oji Ren! So I… I did your nails… to match him…”

Tengen stares down at the flame pattern on his nails, the care poured into them evident. His heart aches as he looks at his daughter. His headstrong, loving daughter who saw a picture of the man who she calls Oji Ren, because she was too little to say Rengoku, and decided she wanted her hair the same color as his. His daughter, who he named after his best friend, who he lost because he wasn’t there for him. His daughter, whose compassion knows no end and is more attentive than a ten year old should be.

“Oh, Kyoji…” he leans across the table and picks her up to set her in his lap. “Baby, I could never forget your Oji Ren. Ever.” He tucks a lock of red behind her ear. “He’s been my best friend since I formally married your mothers—“

“Formally?”

“We were married before I became a Hashira, but didn’t make it official with a small ceremony u til after,” Tengen explains. “Your Oji Ren was my best man.”

Kyoji cocks her head to the side. “Do you miss him?”

“Every day,” Tengen says softly, nuzzling against his daughter’s flame patterned hair. “But you know what?”

“What?”

“I know that some day, I’ll find him again. He’s just waiting for us. And when we see him, you’ll get he biggest hug you’ve ever gotten.”

Kyoji gasps. “Really?”

Tengen smiles. “Really. I just know your Oji Ren would gobble you right up, honey.”

Kyoji giggles as her dad pokes her stomach playfully.

“And he’ll tell you just how much you look like your mother— all four of them, really— and how beautiful you are and…”

Tengen tucks his daughter’s hair behind her ear, tears blurring at the flame designs she did, the memories he had with his best friend coming to mind and pouring out to tell Kyoji about her Oji Ren.

Don’t worry, Kyojuro, he thinks to himself. I will make you proud. You can count on that.

[lewis-winters]

If Easy Company is in a Zombie Apocalypse, what would be their choice of weapon and how will they fight?

1. Dick Winters

2. Lewis Nixon

3. Harry Welsh

4. Ronald Speirs

5. Carwood Lipton

6. Buck Compton

7. Don Malarkey

8. Joe Toye

9. Joe Liebgott

10. David Webster

Uhhhhhh last zombie media I consumed was Last of Us and there wasn't really much? zombie fighting in it (bc the focus was on the human condition)? so I am... gonna valiantly try.

1) Dick Winters - I mean. The man wants to be in control at all times. He has multiple weapons for sure. Rifle, of course, classic. But he has multiple knives hidden on his person and an emergency pistol in his belt. He probably prefers the knives + stealth, though, especially if zombies are attracted to sound. If he can kill quietly and quickly, he will. But he just strikes me as the kinda person who just. Would avoid places like cities or crowded towns in the first place and be very strategic about where they'd go? Sure, it's inevitable that you'd run into some festering, shambling corpse somewhere while hunting for supplies but if he has a choice, he will look for the road of least resistance. Even if it'll take twice as long.

2) Lewis Nixon - man's still alive? Dude, the boy has no will to live as it is. He barely survived the first wave by the skin of his teeth. Probably missing a hand after he got bit and Dick refused to watch him turn or murder him. Lewis did not fire a single bullet during the war what makes you think he'd be the same now? He has a knife. That's it. He barely knows how to use it, doesn't want to use it. When in the thick of an attack with the group, he's always in the middle, surrounded by the others, or at the back, where he's most protected. It's a group choice, because he's better at logistics and keeping everyone together. His whole mind is a map, he knows where they'd be safest for a time. Really good at sweet talking and trading with other groups too. He spends half the apocalypse drunk as all hell, but he's otherwise useful. When alone vs. zombies, he'd rather take his chances running.

3) Harry Welsh - something you can find in a gardening shed, probably. A machete? Or a pair of gardening sheers? something that, when you look at it, reminds you of home and is in great juxtaposition to all the gore dripping from it. maybe even a kitchen knife. or, if you want something really fun, a fireplace poker? or the body of a lamp. those long thin iron ones with a strong metal base? sans bulb and shade, dripping gore everywhere. he swings things around aimlessly, whatever gets caught in his path is an unlucky son of a bitch. there's a method to the madness, of course, but... well. even he doesn't know what it is just yet.

4) Ronald Speirs - my dude was in a military base when shit went down, buddy's in a TANK. ok, I kid, but yeah. Rifle. and various pistols........ lowkey? could see him as one of those. end-of-the-world conspiracy theorists pre-apocalypse, who was very much vindicated when the dead started to rise. man is THRIVING in this apocalypse, because he's a weirdo like that.

5) Carwood Lipton - huh. probably a repurposed javelin or something? i hesitate to say sword, because he's doesn't strike me as the sword type, but he definitely strikes me as a 'hit something very hard until the head caves in' kinda guy? or tbh just something boring and reliable, like a sawed off shot gun. he has only a limited number of bullets, so he's not gonna be using it a lot. I imagine when it's manageable, he's using the OH I KNOW. HE HAS AN AXE. YES. boy's from virginia he's a lumberjack for SURE. and that was the first thing he picked up the second the hordes started advancing. he uses the axe when it's manageable, but when the going gets tough, he gets everyone behind him and goes to take out as many as he can with his shotgun. but he works best with a team who has multiple other weapons, for sure. i could imagine him taking the forefront, whacking some zombies, and trusting explicitly those behind him who're offering support thru gun power, not to accidentally shoot him with a stray bullet while he's taking down zombies close range. it takes a lot of trust to do this, I feel. and he has a lot of it. maybe too much.

6) Buck Compton - BASEBALL BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE. NEED I SAY MORE. probably has a few grenades on him as well that he scrounged up. he's got a wicked aim.

7) Don Malarkey - man's still alive? he's barely holding on. he had a gun, but they took it away because they feared he was getting suicidal. he gets something back later on, maybe a revolver, but only a limited amount of bullets. he has a small k-bar knife. but that's about it. sometimes, a very primal rage takes over him, and he can do some damage with just his bare hands, but those moments grow fewer and farther between the more they go on. ya know? life's hard in the apocalypse. before all that of course, he used to be real good at mixing gunpowders and making home made pipe bombs. but ever since skip died. well.

8) Joe Toye - mans has a SWORD and you fucking KNOW IT. it can be anything your heart wants. a katana? sure! a broad sword? whatever you say goes babey! a fucking... claymore? YES!! ALRIGHT!!!! I'm too enthusiastic about this bc I am not above admitting I find Joe's arms hot. all I'm saying is those arms? made to swing around a sword. yes they are. and he's a fucking pro at it too, you just know he is. i dunno if he has his amputation before, or during the end of the world, but both paths have many implications to them, and they'd be interesting to explore.

9) Joe Liebgott - SO FUN FACT ROSS MCCALL WAS ACTUALLY IN FEAR THE WALKING DEAD his character gets shot and killed by Marines and then he turns into a zombie. poor guy got his throat slit. he just wanted to help :((( anyway. Lieb's designated get away driver of the group. his car is the weapon. he's run over HORDES of zombies before, and he'll do it again! he prolly keeps like a small handgun as protection when he's waiting outside for the rest of the group, keeping the engine going in case they need to make a quick getaway.

10) David Webster - a MIRACLE this boy is still alive. he took archery as an extra curicular while he was in Harvard, and he liked it enough to keep up with it until his 3rd year, when it all started. man is constantly picking up arrows after himself. scrounging for new ones. I say... in formation he's definitely at the back, with Nix and Don and they cover for him a lot since he's long distance. but in a pinch he can whack somebody good with his bow. one of those heavy duty hunting ones, too. on his own... well. he probably sticks to high places, or hidden spots where he can get a jump on zombies or anyone else, before they can get a jump on him.

[fromcharliehale]

| milly alcock & she/her | Welcome to the crossroads, CHARLOTTE (CHARLIE) HALE. Another lost soul that stumbled across a fallen tree in their path. They appear to be TWENTY FOUR years old, but it’s hard to tell. The town bares no resemblance to SEATTLE WASHINGTON, are you sure we can trust them? Seeing as they ended up here because, SHE WAS WALKING HOME FROM A PARTY. They definitely weren’t looking to end up here. Now they’ll have to rely on being OUTGOING to survive. Hopefully their IMPUSLIVENESS doesn’t get in the way of that. I guess if we’re going to pass the time tonight, might as well request THE MAGIC by THE ACES. Oh, and one more thing, your new role here will be STORE CLERK. We’ll be sending out welcoming party over to the COLONY HOUSE. Welcome to Oblitus, the only thing you have to remember, when the sun sets– don’t open the door.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: charlotte hale

NICKNAMES: charlie, charles, maybe lott if she likes you, never lottie

BIRTHDAY: april 29th

AGE: 24

HOMETOWN: seattle, washington

BIRTHPLACE: san francisco, california

RELIGION: atheist

EDUCATION: senor at the university of washington

RELATIONSHIP STATUS/FAMILY: single (has a messy situationship back home but lets not think about that). her parents are divorced and she has one younger brother

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HEIGHT: 5'5"

EYES: blue

HAIR: dyed blonde, cut into a bob just below her chin

BUILD: slim

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: has her septum pierced

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR

HOBBIES: collecting vinyl even though she doesn't own a record player, going to parties, she used to paint as a kid but doesn't anymore

LIKES: ice cold water, saying she doesn't smoke but always does when she drinks, rewatching the same shows over again, changing her hair at any minor inconvenience

DISLIKES: being told she can't do something, small talk, dogs

QUIRKS: scrunches up her nose when she talks sometimes

STRENGTHS: strong willed, outgoing, kind

WEAKNESSES: impulsive, stubborn, immature

WHERE WAS YOUR CHARACTER WHEN THEY SAW THE TREE AND THE MURDER OF CROWS? WHERE WERE THEY GOING? WERE THEY TRAVELLING ALONE? HOW DID THEY FEEL?

charlie had been out at a party like she does most weekends, just a typical college party, nothing special. she had a few too many drinks and decided to just walk home because the party was only a few blocks away from her apartment on the edge of campus, shouldn't have been more than 15 minutes. as she was walking down the empty street, she came upon the tree. it was weird, but she didn't think anything of it, all she was thinking about was getting home and the left over mexican food in her fridge she was going to destroy when she got home. she kept walking until she realized she didn't know where she was. did she take a wrong turn? was she more drunk than she thought she was?

DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTERS FIRST DAY/NIGHT IN TOWN. DID THEY ARRIVE IN THE DAYTIME? WERE THEY WARNED BY THE RESIDENTS? DID THEY HAVE TO BE RESTRAINED?

it was night time when she arrived, she didn't know what was going on or where she was. something was coming after her, she didn't want to turn and look but she knew there was something following her. she ran to the first house she could find and begged them to let her in (wanted connection hello! el taylor has filled this) she was clearly confused. it didn't help that she was still drunk and when she woke up in the strangers house in the morning, she was agitated and had to be calmed down and told everything all over again.

WHAT DID THEY LEAVE BEHIND? WHAT WAS THEIR LIFE LIKE ON THE OUTSIDE?

charlie was working on her final year of college in seattle. she wasn't exactly someone with a lot of drive, preferred living in the moment than looking at the big picture. before college she lived in california with her mom and younger brother, she hasn't seen them since school started but they keep in touch with texts and calls. she had a pretty typical life before all of this, she liked her friends and she liked school but there wasn't too much going for her. she was studying psychology because it seemed like a pretty easy major but she wasn't even sure that's what she wanted to do with her life. she was a very good with the flow type of person.

OTHER: Pinterest board that i'm still working on

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton is walking in the street. Suddenly, there's a huge creature that crawls out of the sewers to attack him. Except when he tries to defend himself, someone screams to stop and then lots of people with cameras runs to scream at him for ruining a movie shooting. Oops.

Undertale Sans - Man, he got the scare of his life when a crocodile as big as him suddenly lunges out of the sewers to try and grab him. He even forgot how to teleport because of how shook he was. And then he just got confused as people starts to scream at him. Sans is too freaked out right now. He blips out of her and goes back to bed. Clearly he shouldn't have wake up today.

Undertale Papyrus - "Oh hello monster friend! Do you need something from the great Papyrus?" He is confused when the huge monster doesn't say anything, just staring at him deep in the eyes. Then all the movie people ran to him and screamed and he was even more confused. "What do you mean you're filming? OMG! YOU SHOULD HAVE SAY IT SOONER I DIDN'T TAKE MY WIG." Papyrus is not leaving. He wants to film a movie too! The poor producter will have to do with him wanting to be on every plan on the movie.

Underswap Sans - He got a call about some neighbours saying people had been releasing something in the sewers. When that huge crocodile tried to attack him, Blue jumped on his back like a superhero and stabs the back of its head multiple times, screaming like he's fighting Godzilla bare hands. Then he realises it's plastic. And that he just ruined a filming equipment. Welp. He's out of here, bye.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey falls on his back, screaming in panic and begging the thing to not kill him, whatever this is. He is terrified. It's actually so convincing the producter decide to go further and let the beast violently "eat" him. Honey sees his life flashes in front of his eyes sockets, before realising long minutes after he is not dead, just prisonner of the mouth of some plastic costume. And then he faints lol. He is in the final version of the movie, as the random guy that gets kill first.

Underfell Sans - His first reaction is to kill first, then to think. Before he realises it's a costume, the thing is completely destroyed, in pieces, nothing salvageable. The guys are very angry, but Red doesn't care. If you didn't want people to destroy your stuff, don't let the stuff lunge at people.

Underfell Papyrus - He gives the thing an unimpressed look. Is this thing challenging his authority? Edge huffs and lets out a terrifying growl. The thing growls back. Edge growls louder. What a meaningful conversation. This is going in the bloopers of the movie, everyone will mock him for years and years after this.

Horrortale Sans - He is triggered and will destroy the beast until it's in pieces at his feet. But uh, good luck to calm him down now that he is scared, confused and angry. As soon as he sees the humans coming, screaming, he starts to growl aggressively and he is ready to kill them too if they don't shut up. He has a huge headache and he's not sure what's going on, he needs space to calm down.

Horrortale Papyrus - Like Oak, he reacts extremely badly and just curls up on the floor in reflex. Like with Honey, the producer thought it would be fun to push it, but Willow is not Honey, and as soon the thing tries to get him, he is startled and fights with all he has to kill and survive. After that, Willow is on the floor, hyperventilating, and shooting at everything that is moving around him in fear he's going to be attack again. He's in the middle of a very bad panic attack and he will need Oak to calm down, because he doesn't feel safe at all right now.

Swapfell Sans - He doesn't think and uses a blaster to kill the thing with fire. It's very effective. There's nothing left of it. Nox doesn't care about all the people shooting and leaves, screaming to himself to hold on and not kill all these idiots. He's so mad.

Swapfell Papyrus - He smiles. He understood quickly it's just a big puppet. He loves it. Rus loves weird things, especially when he can use them to scare the shit out of his brother. Before the producer can say something, Rus drags the puppet out of the sewers and teleports away with it. He's going to prank his brother with it now. He's trembling with excitement.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He stays still, not even blinking. He can see it's plastic, and that's really ugly. As the film people are running to him, he just looks at them and smirks. "YOU THINK YOU CAN WIN AN OSCAR WITH THIS? PATHETIC." Then he criticizes everything for ten minutes. When he leaves, all the guys are curled up on the floor, crying like babies. Wine feels so powerful right now.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He screams like he's getting murdered. He tries to run away, but he trips on the puppet strings, making it fall on him and scream even more. Coffee is fighting to not be eaten, crying in fear, while everyone is just... watching at him. Because the puppett is clearly just a head and the thing hitting him is just... His own leg. What a day.

[space-ninja-fashion-show]

Oh fuck i am having Thoughts about North and Making Changes To Their Appearance

There's this detail I've yet to talk about and it'd be So much easier if I drew what their outfit looks like but Anyway. They're wearing a poncho + a buttoned shirt underneath, and along the bottom hem of that shirt, there's little sigils. Embroidered. Clumsily, by hand

It started out as a hopeless bid at something like dog tags, but with no access to something as durable. To show, hidden, their allegiance to the factions they were helping during TNW, hoping that if they're injured and found by them, that they'll recognise them as a friend thanks to the sigils

Once they started growing loyalty for this world, it also served another purpose: they knew that every day, every waking up is another chance they'll find themself back in Duviri. If that were to happen, and if by some ridiculous chance their clothes would retain the changes they had made to them anyway, they wanted to remember. They wanted to have just the tiniest thing to hold on to from their time in this world and from the ppl they had allied themselves with in a hopeless war

Post-TNW they eventually try to bring back the dogtag purpose, but no longer as "I'm a friend, pls don't kill me" but now instead "I'm a friend, pls don't kill me, pls return me home." But it's not easy to leave a home address that works in an entire system, for a group of constantly travelling ppl (sans the Camp and Zariman). They try to leave a pointer to Ordis anyway seeing as he's a central person in the group and also a spaceship and also North's first friend from this world, but all that ends up as is a clumsy lil thing of Ordis' burrito form. Which Ordis tries so hard to not act emotional about when North shows him

So it never ends up actually functioning as a dogtag kinda thing, but it Feels nice, to carry lil shapes that represent their friends, hidden in their clothes

But also along this same line i was thinking

I've talked already about North's issues with having a body, their disconnect from it, the fact that they don't look in mirrors, the fact that they don't alter their body in any way further to their liking. But also about how eventually, someday, they do get better. They do start to see their body more as theirs, do start to enjoy making it Feel more like theirs too. Someday, someday, far down the line, past returning to Duviri and who knows what else, but it happens

And i was thinking

The way that gets expressed is a tattoo. Not a facial one like we have in the game, not anything so obvious. No, something elsewhere, hidden easily under clothes instead of bared to the world the same way North themself is hidden under layers of walls and anxious survival. I don't know Where they get a tattoo, not sure yet where in this universe to assign tattoo tradition to aside from the blocky corpus/solari ones that aren't what i need here, but

It starts with a little snake on the inside of their right wrist

It expands over time, detail by detail, inked by many different hands, into a whole sleeve. Sigils and symbols and adventures and another snake, this one big enough to coil up around their arm. Hidden from outsiders under a careful layer of clothes, but growing almost as if alive

[armyhome]

Hate To Be Lame | woojong

⇢ summary:  In the competition to be the winner couple, two enemies must choose each other to win. The problem is that for them the competition between them is sometimes more important than the tv show.

⇢ pairing: Hong Jong x Wooyoung.

⇢words count: 793.

"I can't believe you didn't choose me, Hong Jong, what is wrong with you?" I saw that shit sarcastic small smile on his face "You know you are going to suffer too right? There's no winner here.." I point to both of us "We knew no one would choose us, the only way to survive would be choosing each other" 

"Oh I think your sweetheart Yunho would choose you… You both play volleyball so well this afternoon" I barely can hide my smile "Say that's no winner to yourself, see you here sleeping outside is my way to win Wooyoung" This boy is crazy, definitely, maybe that's why I'm so in lo… No Wooyoung you are not in love with him, Hong Jong is your nemesis, the villain of your cannon, the… " Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Just trying to figure out how can someone be so stupid and choose to sleep outside when we could have an argument eating expensive food at the hotel, maybe your last brain cell die" I  would need to prepare something for my dinner by the way so I turn around going to the kitchen so I feel Hong Jong's hand holding my wrist, I turn to look at him, he doesn't say a word "What? Can you let me go? I'm starving, I need to prepare something to eat cause someone didn't choose me so I can't eat expensive food, only noodles, like the past FOUR WEEKS " 

"Why do you make me doubt that you would choose me?" I blink slowly, we agree last week that we would choose each other so we could go to the hotel, wtf he was talking about? "Why do you play volleyball in the Yunho team? Why do you make so much effort to win?"

"First question, because differently of SOMEONE Yunho  pick me first for his team, the second I love to win, and I love even more when I'm winning against you…" Hong Jong was so close that I could feel his breath against my face.

"I thought you wouldn't choose me…" He confesses.

"I always choose you, my god, you're such a fool, Hong Jong, since high school, I'm always choosing you, you are the one that always didn't choose me back" I look inside his eyes, and is like he finally figure out.

He kiss me so intensely that we fall on the sand, but we don't stop kissing he was sitting on my lap, was like the whole solar system gets in line for that moment, we were so synchronized  like we researched every single movement, it takes everything in me to stop this.

"We need to stop, we're on tv Joongie" I whisper in his ear, and is like electricity hit his body, he jumps from my lap and takes a deep breath. 

"I'm sorry I get too much excited…" I smile fixing my hair.

"If you had chosen me you could be as much you wanted…" Hong Jong's face became red, was shame and angry at the same time I knew. 

"Can't you just get over this?" He asks impatiently.

"No, who you choose by the way?" Until now I'm trying to figure out who would be my enemy on my way to Hong Jong's heart, He looks at the sky without an answer.

"We should eat, it's getting later," Hong Jong's said, but he wouldn't trick me with food.

"You didn't choose Seonghwa, right?" His face became even redder "You know, I'm jealous, but Soobin is on another level, right? I just can't believe you choose him over me too!" Hong Jong hugs me.

"I was mad, I wasn't thinking right, I hate losing to you, and I hate even more when you were all laughs and smiling with Yunho, was my fault at the end I'm sorry…" He kiss my face multiple times.

"Don't worry next week I'll choose San!" He blinks slowly and steps back.

"Your ex-boyfriend? Really Wooyoung?" My eyelid shakes after a hear that.

"You choose Seonghwa!" That man would make me so mad that I would have a heart attack.

"He is not my ex Wooyoung…" I take a deep breath.

"Seonghwa is your first love, is the same freaking thing!" Hong Jong sigh and slap his own forehead. 

"How could I fall in love with such a stupid being? Who cares about first love when I want you to be my last Wooyoung?" Okay, that makes me speechless, and this is a hard thing to do.

"Are you in love whit me?" He blinks slowly realizing what he just let escape, he uses his hand to cover his mouth as he wishes unsaid the words "AND EVEN LIKE THAT YOU DIDN'T CHOOSE ME?" 

[the-worms-world]

ok so loke what if it is not a skeleton at all running the experiments. Oh my god i just had so many fucking ideas you do not even KNOW.

Ok so heres the sequence of events. lilgaster (ittybitty) survives the war. barely. is taken in by asgore and toriel. EvilBadguyScientist sees tinygaster wandering around sometimes, unattended. Not often, but sometimes all the same. barely ANYONE knows of this kid and eith all the hustle and bustle of keeping the underground running, who is really gonna notice one less weird little kid running around?

And besides. Yknow. Science, and all that stuff. They're a bit less smart than handplategrowngaster was/is, and as the royal scientist, they've made a lot of soul theory progress!! Haven't made the core, but there's a semi-funtional system up and running... most of the time.

they have been assigned to try to find alternate ways to break the barrier! They believe that just maybe. Monster souls could be manipulated or might just hold the key to figure out how *exactly* the barrier works. Problem is, How TheFuck Do You Go About Adking for Someone To Be MaybeTortured for a CHANCE at figuring out how the barrier works??? and god knows asgore would forbid it, too, but this is the most promising step for a mystery they have sunk *quite* a lot of time and energy and resources into and it effects *everyone.* So, logically... take it private. Keep it secret. Under lock and key. And all you need now is something to test on...

And there's that little kid again, ~~young and malleable.~~ all alone and unknown and looks so, so alone. (He's not alone. Unbeknown to EvilBadGuy. He's under the king and queen's care, but with how withdrawn he is, barely anyone has met him.) And they think.... It's just one kid. Alone, all the time, they never seem to have any friends, so nobody would really *hurt* from the loss of the kid... so the distorted, hard-to-understand kid's soul turns blue and he flies away, away, stolen inti the darkness.

Asgore and Toriel's first kid can't be found anywhere. Their hearts break for the first of many times down here. There's a mourning period, and most assume the kid must have fallen down waterfall or met some other unfortunate, accidental fate.

Kid acquired! Schemes: InMotion. Just one probably won't be enough, so... well, research has shown under proper circumstances, removed monster tissues- if given a bit of SOUL from the monster the tissues were taken from- are probably able to grow by themselves. ...

Better them than me, the scientist reflects, watching the laser shoot down, and the screaming of the kid- they need to stop referring to it as a kid, now on- and the laser seem to blend together, an awful unharmonized chorus. Two arms, the scientist figures they might as well, you know?

Chipping the soul away is *significantly* harder and much more... hands-on. The- It passes out fairly early on. It is probably for the better- that screaming would of been incredibly distracting.

Three tubes are prepared. It goes into the first one- and is surely won't survive outside of stasis, it's HOPE has withered in concerningly drastic amounts during the week it has been here. The first of the plate and infused soulchip go onto the second tube, and then the other in the third. Now it's just a waiting game- for the first of the array's wounds to stop bleeding, so to speak, and the second and third to grow.

BAM! everything then on is a p much direct continuation of handplates, with them being labeled ???0-W, ???1-S, and ???2-P. Gaster is naturally the most miserable out of the three, and somehow hovers with even less HOPE than Sans does. He was always a quiet kid, weighted down by the things he witnessed and survived, then a brief respite of warmtj and love by the Dreemurr family, then back into misery. He almost died... kind of a lot, compared to the other two. It seems to perk up at the unnatural skeleton lifeforms, but only by so much.

Someone mentioned that I hadn’t drawn Gaster in one of the hospital gowns yet. Not as much fun from the other side, is it!

Not sure who’d be doing this to him though. The brothers would never! And without a brother to support him through it, I’m not sure he’d survive…

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Kimiko answers some questions

Please Tell us your name

Kimiko Arisato

When is your birthday

June 2

Your blood type

A negative baby!

Would you please tell us about your three sizes

23-24 Iori-san loves this rack

Would you tell us about your family composition?

Well currently it’s me Yuri Hamuko and Minato I’m glad Hamu and Mina survived the crash because they are the best older siblings one could ask for, Yuri is my bestest sibling and friend even if he’s a major perfectionist, the other S.E.E.S members also act as a surrogate family for me.

What’s your occupation?

None currently but I want to be a rock idol!

Your favorite food

Yakisoba

Favorite animal?

Cats!

Favorite subject

PE

Subject you dislike

Writing

Is there a boy you’ve been thinking about?

Junpei is just so fucking hot.. I would like to kiss him passionately! If only Chidori wasn’t in the way..

Do you enjoy school

Mostly..

are you in any school clubs?

Actually yeah I am, the hard music club

What’s your motto?

“ Live life to the fullest! And get out of that depressive box!”

Your Special skills

Being able to run very fast my combat skills with my cleaver being able to sing very loud! ( Gigaku revolution!) being able to play the guitar and hiding my secret playboy and playgirl magazine stashes in my room without getting caught!

Would tell us about something you treasure?

The cute gloomy kitty hoodie Junpei bought for me! bless his heart!

Would you describe yourself in a single kanji?

逆説的な ( Gyakusetsu-tekina: paradoxical unusual unnatural strange anomaly enigma

What are your best qualities

Welllll~ not to brag or anything but I’m quite athletic talented and sociable!

What are your shortcomings?

… Not being there to protect my parents during the car crash incident, not being there to protect Junpei when Strega kidnapped him.

Would you tell us about a place you remember?

Paulownia mall! I have so many fond memories there of shopping and having fun with my friends! Especially the dates me and Junpei had here!

What is your favorite drink?

Any kind of soda rules! Except Tea only prim and proper people like Yuri and Mitsuru could enjoy that bitter shit

How well can you swim?

Better then Yuri bro be acting like he’s drowning

Your timing in a 50 meter race?

Heh easy, I’ll probably come in first place! Tokyo Olympics Nobel prize here I come!

Your current obsession

Not to be creepy but definitely Junpei! oh and horror games like Silent Hill ( 3 is best game because Heather is just like me) Corpse Party and Gregory Horror Show

Are there any foods you dislike

Pasta and most vegetables unless their grilled

Anything you want currently?

For Junpei to stop covering his chest up! he knows I’ll still grab it anyways!~

Are you afraid of heights?

Ha! only babies are afraid of those! So no!

Do you dislike thunder?

Thunder is epic! Like a tiger roaring!

Rain or Shine?

Rain! I love feeling raindrops on my clothes!

Do you use a regular pencil or a mechanical one?

Mechanical

What do you eat for breakfast

Pancakes’

Do you still believe in ghosts?

Only if their hot like Ghostfreak

Can you play any musical instruments?

I can play the guitar or sing via a microphone stand, it kicks ass!

Are you an outside or indoor type

Outside! It’s much better!

Do you ever quarrel with your mother?

My mother died in a car crash, I barely argue with Hamuko or Mitsuru if you count motherly figures.

Do you have a cell phone

Fuck yeah I do! what kid doesn’t have a fliphone nowadays?

How long is your commute to school

Very fucking far, I have to get on the train everyday.

Do you have more friends then average?

Yep! Everyone loves me! Except for some people.. fucking Hidetoshi.

Your favorite sports

Baseball! Mainly because bashing people’s faces in with a bat is very fun.

How well can you cook?

Not very good.. Yuri is usually the one to cook.

Favorite colors

Jade green and black!

Anything you could never forgive?

Hurting any of my love ones! Especially My siblings and Junpei!

How tall are you?

Pretty tall I imagine!

Shoe size?

The average female shoe height I guess!

Your dreams?

I said it before but I want to be a idol! Specifically a rock idol like the American rock band Kiss!

Do you have any marriage desires?

My partner must help me fill out any paperwork I’ll have to do and always speak and talk with me and also because I’m going to be a rock idol I’ll need them to come to all of my performances!

Do you dislike hot drinks

Very much so!

Do you like Bitter Coffee

No! and I hate coffee!

When’s Bedtime?

Whenever I feel like it and not stay up all night.

When do you wake up?

Usually at night or mid-day

Are you a bed person or a futon person?

Futon all the fucking way man!

Are you confident in your ability to concentrate?

I mean when I put my mind to it I can do it, just not as easy as Yuri can.

Do you have any weight loss tips?

I don’t know..

Between warm and chilled soba, which one do you like more?

What’s soba???

Tell us about something lucky that’s happened recently?

I fused a really powerful persona!

Tell us about something unlucky that’s happened recently

Junpei hanging out with that Chidori broad instead of me!!

What’s the name of your school uniform?

The Gekkoukan high uniform!

What’s your favorite flower?

The Strongylodon Macrobotrys

What’s your favorite saying?

“ Cat got your tongue?”

What’s your favorite four kanji phrase?

猫が箱から出てきたが不明のまま ( Neko ga hako kara detekita ga fumei no mama: cat getting out of the box but remaining unknown)

What comes to mind when thinning about spring?

Orchids since their kinda almost the same color as my hair!

And summer?

Arcade rooms!

And fall?

Definitely Halloween

And winter?

Freezing my freaking ass off

If you had a time machine where would you go?

Go back in time and save my parents from the car crash, I don’t know how but I’ll try, but that’ll probably create a time paradox.

Do you like reading manga or watching anime?

Watching anime! Who even reads manga besides Yuri?!!

What’s your allowance?

Whatever big bro and big sis lends me

Tell us your weight

Probably medium

What do you wear when you go to sleep

Just my bra and some panties, the good old fashioned way

What are your thoughts on the Q&A?

To many questions relating to my future, bro I’m still in high school and I am 16 years old.

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Stede POV - 9.2

When Ed said he wouldn’t be long, he really meant it. 

It had barely been ten minutes and Stede was still in his stained shirt (sans blazer) and looking at his clothing options laid out on the bed. He was trying to decide which shirt best said ‘ Ed, I really like you and I want us to have a discussion about our relationship and I really hope I haven’t fucked things up forever ’ when the man himself emerged from the bathroom.

Stede’s eyes flicked over on instinct and he immediately regretted it. He should have known better. He knew how devastatingly beautiful Ed looked when he was clad in only a towel with his hair pulled up into a messy bun. The last time he had seen him this way, he hadn’t even gotten into the shower yet. Now he was fresh out of it, his skin looking flushed and damp, with little rivulets of water running down his form and kissing the ink on his body like Stede longed to.

Stede’s knees buckled, and he had to grab the headboard to stop himself from dropping to the floor.

Ed smirked. “Eight.”

Stede’s gaze was fixed firmly on the ceiling now, as he knew it was the only way he’d survive this encounter. “Eight?”

“Yeah.” He could hear Ed’s bare feet padding across the plush carpet and the sound of a closet door opening as he fished out fresh clothes. “Might have miscounted but I’m pretty sure that’s the eighth time you’ve swooned at the sight of me.”

Stede couldn’t hold back his giggle. “Shut up, it has not been that many.”

“Oh, I think it has.” Ed chuckled. “Don’t worry, I take it as a compliment.”

“As you should.” And before Ed could voice his reaction to that statement, Stede grabbed the nearest clothes within reach from the bed and all but ran to the bathroom. He glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Ed beginning to unwrap the towel around his waist and Stede promptly tripped over the threshold, narrowly saving himself from cracking his head on the tiled floor by grabbing the edge of the sink.

He could hear Ed’s laughter as he slammed the bathroom door behind him and pressed his back against it, heart thumping wildly.

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