#sanzo needs asks

[ford-owner]

how do you think theyd react if you showed them an iphone

[120percents]

i just think it’s so funny that zoro does not even wanna comment on the usokaya situation when usopp explicitly asks and he very pointedly looks away when they kiss and yet he proceeds to butt in every single time sanji flirts with a woman or implies he knows about romance to redirect attention back on himself like god i wonder where your interests lie…

[legend-had-it]

i need them to beat eachother into a bloody pulp and both be like collapsed on the floor, reaching out and holding eachothers hand

[justanothersanjilover]

I actually find it kind of funny that we collectively almost always think that in Zosan/Sanzo fanfics Sanji is the homophonic one and in denial of his own feelings. When Zoro has so much potential as well! Maybe not in the “internalized homophobia” kinda way, but in the “no one ever said something good about gays when I told them I’m gay, so I just assume everyone hates gays…and I have to pretend to hate them, too, to get accepted” kinda way.

Picture a very flamboyant Sanji, kinda open about his sexuality in ways of “I’m bi, I love guys as well, but I don’t really talk about it because no one ask me. I just assume everyone knows…I mean look at me”.

And one day Sanji is at a bar and a guy comes over to flirt with him. Sanji enjoys it, because it’s been a while since a guy showed interest in him. Being stuck on a ship with the same guys doesn’t bring much opportunities. It’s always something different than flirting with women - yes it’s sweet, too, most of the time. But there is this raw undertone and the promise of a rough time (in a good way) that he only gets with men. The guy gets a little touchy and Sanji likes it, goosebumps starting to wash over his body as he feels the callous fingers tracing up his back under his shirt. He smiles at the guy, placing a hand on his shoulder to pull him in and…

The guy gets yanked backward, stumbling and only catching himself on a table right before he can hit the ground. Zoro standing between him and Sanji.

“Get lost,” the swordsman growls and the guy practically flees from the bar.

“I didn’t know…” Sanji starts but gets cut off by Zoro.

“You need to tell those sissies to get lost; otherwise, they won’t leave you alone.”

“Excuse me?” Sanji’s shocked voice goes completely over Zoro’s head.

“Yeah, those bastards won’t leave you alone. You need to be a bit more aggressive and direc…”

A smack echoes through the room as the conversations around them die out. Zoro holding his hurting cheek, looking shocked at an angry Sanji - are those tears in his eyes? What the…and right at that moment Zoro’s mind clicks.

“Shit…sorry! I didn’t…I‘m…”

“Shut up, you big asshole!”

And then Sanji proceeds to literally kick Zoro out of the bar. Landing face-first in the dirt outside, Zoro is a bit disoriented because he hit his head on the cobblestones. Sanji storms out after him, grabbing the swordsman by the back of his shirt and pushing him down the street.

“Cook, let go…I’m…”

“I said shut up, Zoro!”

“But I…”

Sanji shoves Zoro into an ally and pushes him up against a wall - hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt.

“I don't mind you being rough and an idiot; I really don't!” Sanji yells in Zoro’s face.

“Cook…”

“But say those words again, and I will kick your head in!” He gets nearer to Zoro’s face as he talks.

“Let me…”

“I don't know if you’re aware of it.” Sanji yanks Zoro toward him only to crash his back against the wall again.

Zoro tries to talk again, but Sanji’s hand makes harsh contact with his cheek for a second time. He realizes he’d overstepped one of Sanji’s boundaries so far, Sanji is barely able to hold himself back.

“But I’m one of those people you call sissies and bastards. So…”

Suddenly, Zoro launches forward, pressing their lips together and shocking Sanji into complete silence. Another smack sounds as Sanji tries to hit Zoro again, but this time, Zoro can grab his hand, yanking Sanji toward him and turning so the cook is pressed against the wall.

“Can I finish my sentence now?” Zoro growls without actual bite behind his voice.

“I don't want to hear it! What’s even the matter with you?! You insult gay people and when I confront you, you’re kissing me?! What…”

Another press of Zoro’s lips against his shuts Sanji up again. This time Zoro stretches the length of their kiss, trying to deepen it but Sanji finally pushes him away.

“Please?” Zoro mumbles, looking like a beaten dog.

“Fine…but if you kiss me again, I’m gonna kick you from here back to the Sunny!”

Zoro nods and takes a deep breath.

“I don't have anything against gay people,” he holds up a hand as Sanji wants to interrupt. “Would be a bit of a hypocrite, to be honest.”

“The fuck you mean?!”

“I’m gay, cook! Always knew it…It’s just…growing up, every time I told someone, I lost friends or got kicked out from groups I was traveling with…I got beat up - at least they tried. And the amount of times I was told to kill myself, that it’s abnormal and unnatural…”

He shakes his head and looks apologizing at Sanji.

“I know I shouldn't have done what I did in the bar…I know I made the day of that guy so much worse, and I hate myself for it because I know how it feels! But I thought when I go over and “help” you, I wouldn't have to listen to you rambling about how a sissy tried to get touchy with you and how disgusting it was…I’m so sorry…”

Sanji shakes his head and grabs Zoro’s ear to tug on it.

“And you actually never caught the fact that I’m gay…or actually I’m bi. You really never saw that?!”

“You never said something…” Zoro poutes.

“Well, I thought it was obvious! Everyone in the crew knows…except for you apparently!”

“You know I’m not good at this stuff, and reading people is also not my strong side, so…Also, you’re one to scold me for it! You never caught on the fact that I’m gay!”

“I actually thought you weren't interested in anyone, to be honest…”

“Na, being ace is Luffy’s part,” Zoro grins and shakes his head.

Sanji scoffs and grabs Zoro by the front of his shirt, pulling him in. His blue eye fixed on Zoro’s grey.

“You ruined my evening of fun with that guy,” Sanji licks his lips while staring Zoro down - he is almost cute with blushing cheeks. “I think it’s only fair if you take his place. What you say?”

“I…fuck…I’ve never done anything with a guy actually,” Zoro stammers, blushing a even deeper red.

“That’s not gonna stop me, Marimo. But I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

And then Sanji walks toward a motel, Zoro tagging behind him like a dog running after a treat.

[sanjisflatass]

friends I am once again asking for help: I am needing more zosan / sanzo fic recs…. Would you please send me some ao3 recs? Thx!!!

[detectivesparrow]

Title: In Good Hands

Paring: Sanzo Party x reader (Saiyuki), Genjo Sanzo x reader, Cho Hakki x reader, Son Goku x reader, Sha Gojyo x reader

Word Count: 2.1k.

TW: gn!reader, you compare your hands to the boys', reader has smaller hands, Goku is aged up, everyone is 18+, fluff, Gojyo's is a little suggestive tho

Genjo Sanzo

The Sanzo party's journey had led them to a small, secluded inn nestled amidst the rolling hills, where they sought respite from the trials of the road. As they settled into their rooms for the night, you found yourself drawn to the subtle intricacies of their hands – hands that had wielded weapons, offered prayers, and reached out in moments of both solace and strife. 

The same pair of hands that saved you many times. The ones who, although bloodied and rugged, comfort in times of need.

Sanzo's hands, elegant and refined, bore the scars of a life steeped in battle. 

As he meticulously cleaned his gun, you couldn't help but notice the way his fingers moved with a precision honed by years of practice, each movement deliberate and calculated. 

The way they eased into the crevasses of the gun. 

The way he meticulously cleaned his gun, each movement a testament to the years of skill and experience that defined him.

Sanzo, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle shift in your demeanor and raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry. "Something on your mind?" he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet of the night like a blade.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to articulate the swirling thoughts that danced through your mind. "It's nothing," you replied with a small smile, attempting to brush off your admiration as a mere passing curiosity, "just admiring your hands."

Sanzo just scoffed with a slight blush, looking to the side. With a flick of his wrist, he closed his gun and turned his full attention to you, his piercing gaze boring into your soul with unwavering intensity. "Don't lie to me," he said, his voice softer than you had expected. "I can tell when something's bothering you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of his scrutiny heavy upon your shoulders. With a deep breath, you summoned the courage to speak your truth. "It's just… I couldn't help but notice the size difference between our hands," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sanzo's expression softened at your confession, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached out to take your hand in his own, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"It's true," he murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles against the back of your hand. "Your hands are smaller than mine."

As Sanzo's thumb continued its soothing motion against the back of your hand, a quiet intimacy settled between you, the warmth of his touch melting away the lingering tension in the air.

You met his gaze, finding a depth of understanding in his eyes that took your breath away. "But despite the size difference," you began, your voice soft but resolute, "your hands have always been there for me when I needed them most. They've been my anchor in moments of chaos, my guiding light through the darkness."

Sanzo's expression softened further, a hint of vulnerability flickering across his features. "And yours have been my salvation," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "In a world consumed by violence and chaos, your touch has brought me peace."

A silent understanding passed between you, unspoken words weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and unspoken emotions. At that moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of calm and acceptance.

With a gentle squeeze of your hand, Sanzo broke the spell, his lips quirking up into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Come on," he said, his voice tinged with warmth. "Let's get some rest. We have a long journey ahead of us."

As you followed him to your bed, a sense of contentment settled over you like a comforting blanket. Hand in hand, his warmth settles in with yours as you both settle in for the night. As you doze off, you faintly register his fingers lightly tracing over your knuckles, holding you tightly.

Cho Hakkai

The soft glow of the lantern cast gentle shadows across the room as Hakkai sat at the small table, his hands deftly preparing dinner with practiced ease. 

The aroma of spices filled the air, mingling with the comforting scent of cooking rice.

You watched him work, mesmerized by the fluidity of his movements and the quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from him like a gentle aura.

Each chop of the knife, each stir of the pot, was performed with a precision that spoke volumes of his culinary expertise.

As he reached for a spice jar on the shelf, you couldn't help but notice the size of his hands – hands that had tended to wounds, prepared meals, and offered comfort in times of need. 

They were strong yet gentle, capable of both great strength and delicate precision, and you found yourself drawn to the contrast between their robustness and your own smaller hands.

As you sat there, lost in thought, the sound of Hakkai's approach eluded your senses until he was standing right beside you. His presence was a comforting one, radiating a sense of tranquility that filled the otherwise silent room. 

"Is something on your mind?" he asked softly, his voice a soothing melody that washed over you like a gentle breeze.

You shook your head, offering him a small smile. "Just thinking," you replied, your gaze drifting to his hands once more. "Yours are so much bigger than mine."

Hakkai glanced down at his own hands as if seeing them for the first time. He chuckled softly, a warm glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I suppose they are," he mused, his fingers tracing patterns in the air as if measuring the space between them.

There was a thoughtful pause before he spoke again, his voice soft and introspective. "It's funny, isn't it? How something as simple as the size of our hands can reveal so much about us," he remarked, his gaze meeting yours with a depth of understanding that took you by surprise.

You nodded in agreement, a sense of warmth blossoming in your chest at the connection you shared. "Yeah," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's like they're a reflection of who we are – our strengths, our weaknesses, our hopes, and our fears."

Hakkai smiled, a tender expression softening the lines of his face as he reached out to gently take your hand in his own. His touch was warm and reassuring, a silent reassurance of the bond that existed between you. "No matter the size of our hands, what matters is how we use them," he said quietly, his voice a gentle reassurance in the quiet of the room.

As you both sat together, surrounded by the peaceful ambiance of the quiet room, you felt a sense of comfort wash over you.

Your hands intertwined, fingers laced together.

It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered in the world was the two of you, sitting there, enjoying each other's company, and being content in each other's presence.

Son Goku

The Sanzo party had set up camp for the night, the crackling fire casting flickering shadows across the clearing. 

As the group settled in for the evening, you found yourself sitting beside Goku, the comforting heat of the fire enveloping you both as you enjoyed a simple meal of meat buns.

The aroma of cooked dough and savory filling filled the air, mingling with the smoky scent of the campfire.

Goku seemed to sense your gaze and turned to look at you, his eyes bright with curiosity. "What's up?" he asked, a lopsided grin spreading across his face, "are you full?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should voice the observation or question his grab for food. 

But before you could respond, Goku reached out and gently took your hand in his own, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the strength you knew lay within his grasp.

As his fingers intertwined with yours, you couldn't help but marvel at the stark contrast in size between your hands. He engulfed yours, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand in a gesture that was both comforting and intimate.

"Goku, your hands..." you began, trailing off as you struggled to find the right words.

Goku glanced down at your hands, a look of realization dawning on his face as he took in the size difference. "Oh yeah, I guess my hands are kinda big, huh?" he chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks flushing slightly.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, they are," you agreed, unable to tear your gaze away from the sight of your hands intertwined with Goku's.

For a moment, there was silence between you, the crackling of the fire the only sound filling the air. But then Goku spoke again, his voice soft and filled with a warmth that melted away any lingering awkwardness.

"But you know," he said, his gaze meeting yours with a sincerity that took your breath away, "your hands might be smaller, but they're just as strong as mine. Maybe even stronger."

You blinked in surprise at his heartfelt words, feeling a rush of warmth flood your cheeks as a wave of emotion washed over you. "Thank you, Goku," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, your heart fluttering in your chest at the tenderness in his eyes.

Goku's smile softened, his gaze locking with yours in a moment that felt suspended in time.

The flickering firelight danced in his eyes, reflecting the depth of his feelings as he held your gaze with unwavering intensity.

"Anytime," he replied, his voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

As he spoke, his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, the subtle gesture sending a thrill of electricity coursing through your veins. 

It was as if in that fleeting moment, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the unspoken promise of a connection that transcended words.

Sha Gojyo

The air in the cramped inn room was thick with tension, the dim light casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. 

As you sat across from Gojyo at the small table, a silence hung heavy between you, broken only by the soft murmur of voices drifting in from the bustling street outside.

Gojyo's crimson eyes flickered with a mixture of frustration and concern as he watched you fumble with the cards in your hand, your fingers struggling to maintain a firm grip on the slick surface. 

With a sigh, he reached out to gently take the cards from your grasp, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin.

"Here, let me help you with that," he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he deftly shuffled the deck with practiced ease. As he worked, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his long, slender fingers and your own smaller, more delicate ones.

As Gojyo's fingers brushed against yours, a jolt of electricity shot through you, igniting a warmth that spread from your fingertips to the depths of your soul. His touch was electrifying yet tender, a paradox that left you breathless and longing for more.

"Thanks, Gojyo," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his gaze. 

There was an intensity in his crimson eyes, a depth of emotion that mirrored your own, and for a moment, it felt as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet intimacy of the inn room.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Gojyo's lips as he returned your gaze, his fingers stilling against the cards as he held your hand in his own. "Anytime," he replied, his voice a gentle caress that sent shivers down your spine.

"Well, since we are holding hands, we can't exactly play cards anymore. Can we?" you say cheekily, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Guess not," Gojyo chuckled, his gaze softening as he squeezed your hand gently. "But I think I've found something much better to do." With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "How about we find another way to pass the time?" he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

[bobalegsanji]

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Some of my fics:

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I've got you -> Sanji closes his eyes, leaning into the feeling of the warm hands on his face. ‘’Please…’’ he whispers, ‘’I… Please. Promise me you will if I ask.’’

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UMMNWD -> Sanji just needs a little love in a world that couldn’t care less

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Are you there? -> ‘’This didn’t happen.’’ ‘’It did, and we’re going to talk about it,’’ Zoro says, not caring about what Sanji has to say. ‘’You’re not doing well, and we’re going to fix it.’’ Sanji sighs. He’s still leaning on Zoro, he desperately needs Zoro’s steadiness as his feet occasionally trip over one another. ‘’I’m doing just fine,’’ he responds, barely audible.

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Pseud: OverwhelmedsSanji

Duck post

[bunnimew]

Fuzzy Friends

"I always forget how soft he is," Goku said, reverently petting down Hakuryuu's back.

"Would you stop?" Sanzo asked. "We need to go."

The monkey and the dragon gave him such pitiful looks of disappointed betrayal that Sanzo could not help himself, despite his hardened heart.

"Fine. Five more minutes."

[dorokora]

Chapter 15 Episode 8 Part 2

We start with Narration from Amaterasu. After she exiled her shameless brother Susanoo, the shrine where she lived has been quiet for a long time. Since then, she has continue to shine light from one end of Takamagahara to the other as the daytime ruler. She’s glad Tsukuyomi is the ruler of the night. When I see his face, it reminds her of Susanoo even more. If the System of Eden is a ``mechanism for managing sin,'' System of Takamagahara is a ``mechanism for managing shame.'' The difference is, ``Do you see sin through God in yourself?'' or ``Do you see shame through God in others?'' And her younger brother...Susanoo's shame deserved to be banished from this world. Therefore, he is expelled as a heretic. As a politician, it was a natural thing to do. But then what about Amaterasu? She wonder ls who will look at her own sins that need to be illuminated. Who's to say that she didn't just banish him for the sake of the world? Who else but her will tell her, ``I am a sinner too''? As a politician and the top of the world, she has brought to light many ``shame'' ever since. There were many cases in which she had no choice but to regret whatever choice she made, and she continued to judge. That what it means to be in charge of the highest responsibility as an individual. This has been the case in any world and any era up until now. And no matter what the world reps do, they cannot become anything other than the majority in the ``system'' of this world. In that sense, there is no difference in the positions of the ``world reps'' and the ``exiles.'' All alone in a closed world. The only difference is whether you have to stay or leave. And now that Susano has left this world, no one will ever see her as an individual anymore. But she wanted to meet Susanoo just one more time.

We cut to Curren, she says that is the limit of individual judgment. The "mechanism" of the future will only be created by overcoming this. Old-fashioned "world reps" who say they can be relieved. Our future will bring you salvation. Sephiroth starts asking who summoned him and starts talking about the old promise made with the "God" of Eden that tells the story of the feuding siblings. Siblings fight each other, and those who bear the burden of sin end up in the land of Nod, east of Eden, where life flourishes. its meaning is "the land of expulsion". A land for the outcast. Eventually, the exiles built a great city in the far east. God revealed words to the exiles. "You must be able to overcome ignorance." The 10 conflicting rules causing Sephiroth’s sanity to go away and now he’s gone berserk. It eats and absorbs what it sees. It just transforms into something more and reproduces. The ground Sanzo is standing on crumbles and he ends up in a dark room. Curren tells MC It doesn't matter if you guys can't understand anything she’s going to say from now on. Until now, we have logically and statistically observed and recorded that all humans in Tokyo are sinners. By this time, they will consider that we have completed their personalized study of the extreme situation of the local people in this city. The conclusion is as follows. It has been proven that if a majority cannot exist stably, all worlds are equally hellish. In this situation, Plan C has a better chance of becoming the optimal solution than Plan A and B. This was originally a research theme proposed by that latest modified human Kokopelli. Now, let's get started.

We cut to Gunzo and Kyuma who have been freed from the future memory brainwashing. They were recognized for their first-class acceleration aptitude, and cried out “the Future is coming!” We cut to Nomad who looks up in the sky and sees the person he’s been looking all this time. They see a giant metal orb in the sky. It exists. However, Touji and the others were unable to recognize it, as if their thoughts were covered in a mosaic. Curren says this will be the first and last human created by future humans, and will be more than human. This is because the limited consciousness and intelligence of the current human race cannot comprehend the full scale of the situation. Shiro and the other are freed from their future memories only to be absorbed by Sephiroth seconds later. Curren steps in front of MC and says it’s been a whole. MC remembers their last confrontation with Curren back in Akihabara. Curren says she’s here to pick MC up. She says the flotation orb in the sky is her big brother. He was the previous person in charge of Plan C, which taught humanity, and he dedicated his life to the future. If there is someone who can truly be called a utopian world rep right now, that person floating in the sky would be the right person. The orb floating in the sky is the god of the future. They call it "MxOTHER". Eventually, humanity will surrender its top position to MxOTHER, who can imagine a future that we cannot imagine. The world needs a new type of ``God'' to replace the old system that relies on individual roles and rules. And it is desirable that it is not an individual, but an ``optimal individual for future transplantation'' that is equipped with the personalities of multiple people. Once those lost parts are recovered, the new "God" will finally be completed. And MC is that lost parts. The giant robot grabs MC. Toji tries to intervene but the robot stopped time. Sanzo is hanging onto Sephiroth’s arm. So Curren changed her target to him. But she is stopped by Michael and Amaterasu. Amaterasu says that the management was connected behind the scenes to MxOTHER, which acts as the World rep and evasions won't work anymore. Their plan is to steal the "trophy". Back in future city, Sephiroth summoned the soldiers of the future world of utopia, the missing mobs appear. Nobumichi sees this and knows what Moritaka meant. That is future if he continue like this, I'll end up like those missing mobs too.

He heard this from his father, Shino, who is not related to him by blood. About his mother, about a person called Fushihime. In an era when humans and beasts did not interact, their souls were brought to fruition through a connection unlike any other. That is the ``sacred artifact'' of this jewel, representing the Hakkenshi. The ``parts of our bodies'' that they never let go of are gifts from these two people. His soul's father, that Yafusa, said that he still doesn’t understand their mother's feelings. No matter how many questions Masashi asks, he never gets an answer, just like that. However, Yafusa said that's okay. He feels ashamed that he doesn’t understand, but that's okay. What on earth did that Yafusa want to convey? They have come to the future from a time when love between beastmen and humans was not allowed. They came to Tokyo from an era where war after war never ceased. This is a paradise where you can love anyone. But still--he just can't order someone to love him. That's okay, because if you change that regret, even this love will no longer be yours alone. “What I can do” is not the only thing that makes me who I am. In that case---don't turn away from your own failures. That’s what Shino would say.

We cut to the other Rule Makers World Reps. Koropokkuru says he knows that Curren’s plan and the whole "disposal of children" part. He has done a lot of things in his hometown. But you can't fool him. That's the only thing he has to teach her properly! We cut to MC chasing after Sephiroth. Amaterasu saved MC before one of Sephiroth’s roots hits them. She says have no intention of asking anyone to forgive her for what happened like with the Genociders. Until she took responsibility and do what she has to do. But MC says they won’t forget what they did but they should work together now anyway. Amaterasu thinks her brothers future shines brightly. She has always been jealous of that radiance. A single tear flows from Amaterasu's eyes. Amaterasu says she is Takamagahara's World Rep. Let's keep standing with that pride until the end. What I was able to do, what I did, and what I couldn't do, are mine. She wants MC to remember what she does. She doesn’t want them to forget her again, her own selfishness. Battle start as MC and Amaterasu charges at Sephiroth.

After battle, Amaterasu says she knows about Sephiroth from Michael. It just collects life, doesn't differentiate between good and evil, and covers the world. It consumes the "memories" of all things and creates a single "god". But her “shame” is her own. She’s not going to give anyone the regrets of not being able to do it to. If she were to cover the world, she would say, ``I'll do everything I can until I burn it!'' Amaterasu fires a huge beam of light emitted from her mirror that burns the roots of Sephiroth to keep him from regenerating. But unleashing all of that power was too much for her and she starts to disappear. She says once you cross the loop, you will surely forget this memory again. So this is fine for her. MC and Amaterasu do the expection kiss process. She tells MC to stay well and stay safe. No matter where you go from now on. That’s all she wanted. Amaterasu disappeared into the light. Else where, Tsukiyomi wonders if Amaterasu was able to choose this time. Daikoku somberly says farewell to her and that she’s now in the same in the place as him. Daikoku then calls Raven and tells him it’s time to end this otherwise he will reveal a secret to all the app users. Raven agrees and him and the Exter troops withdraw from the battle. We then cut to MC rushing to help Michael who is fighting Curren.

[ciaossu-imagines]

This is a smut headcanon free space: what is your recent favorite smut headcanon about any character? :)

Wow! This is such an amazing ask, because it really does give me so much freedom to rant. I have so many smutty headcanons, so I just chose one recent, or strongly held one, for one character from each fandom!

For KHR, Skull gets really turned on by long make-out sessions and likes to drag them out. He also really likes the fact that, these make-out sessions, they leave his lipstick – his colours ��� all over his partner. It’s his favourite way of marking them up.

For K, Enomoto watches a lot of really fucked up hentai. Nothing with underage characters, because even the hint of that will absolutely sicken him, but some really kinky or extreme hentai tropes…he’s actually pretty chill about them now because he’s watched so much of it. He definitely has a playlist and monster fucking?? Up his alley.

For Nanbaka, Rock has a fantasy of using that Magic Shell chocolate ice cream topping in the bedroom. He really wants to pour it over his partner’s breasts, let it harden, and then he wants the fun of licking and nibbling it off…that or he wants to see if he can remove it in one whole piece so that he’ll have an edible mold of what he considers the most perfect tits in the world that he can munch away on (after he finishes ravishing them).

For Iruma-kun!, Opera really has a thing for brat-like subs.

For Bungou Stray Dogs, Fyodor…well, let’s just say that what he has in imagination, charisma, and mental stamina more than makes up for what he lacks in actual physical stamina.

For Servamp, Johannes would definitely be completely into strapping his partner down on an examination table and then running all sorts of sexual ‘tests’ on them to see what really makes them tick that way…and yes, he would be more than willing to incorporate toys into there.

For Saiyuki, Sanzo is the least picky of the main boys about his sexual partner’s physical looks but, given his nearly non-existent libido and his dislike for ninety-nine percent of people touching him, he’s the pickiest about who he has sex with overall.

For Mystic Messenger, Zen likes to throw his hair up into a ponytail or bun before sex just because it tends to get in the way…that, and a partner laying on your hair…not so much sexy as it is painful.

For Ikerev, Loki has a huge ‘marking’ kink, both giving and receiving.

For ES21, Suzuna likes to have sex while wearing her cheerleader’s uniform…and would be into roleplay.

For The Outsiders, sex with Two-Bit tends to be really goofy and fun and he actually gets really nervous if sex gets too serious and romantic.

For Ronin Warriors, Kento always grabs a snack after sex and really likes morning sex because then he gets laid, gets breakfast, and it’s the ideal start to any day, right?

For Kekkaishi, Masamori would be really into blindfolding his lover and possibly experimenting with other sensory deprivation type play on them.

For GetBackers, Shido doesn’t need any beastly form like Ban has joked…that boy is just naturally fucking hung. Biggest dick out of the whole cast of characters, to the point it’s intimidated some of his former partners. He’s careful about getting his partners used to his size though instead of just expecting them to take it all right away.

For Blush Blush, Sven can hold entire conversations during sex…not dirty talk or conversations about what’s happening, but just normal ass, run of the mill conversations.

For COTT, Odie ends up biting his lips or worrying them between his teeth a lot during sex.

For Ultimate Spider-Man, Flash gets too enthusiastic during sex sometimes and can cause accidents…he’s tumbled himself and his partner off the bed at least once.

[tofueggnoodles]

Saiyuki Noisy – Cinderella?

Note: As previously stated, I did not plan to translate stuff for which translations are already available. However, when I was translating the cast talk from Saiyuki Noisy, I came upon Gojyo’s voice actor (Hirata Hiroaki) talking about his effort to come up with a suitable ‘voice’ for Cinderella. I thought it was a pity that the currently available translation in English was far from adequate in conveying the hilarity in ‘Saiyuki Noisy – Cinderella?’.

At least three translations exist of ‘Saiyuki Noisy – Cinderella?’ that I’m aware of, in Chinese, Spanish and English. The last was derived from the Spanish translation. The Chinese translation is the best of the three. It was a great help for the translation of the last three minutes. I can only hope that my translation will improve my fellow Saiyuki fans’ enjoyment of this wonderful CD Drama.

Apologies for my rambling preamble. Now, on to the story!

Summary: In place of a missing theatrical troupe, the Ikkou performed a play based on a famous fairy tale, Cinderella. As expected, they ‘came up’ with a hilarious take of the original tale.

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Hakkai: This is a pretty bustling town, isn’t it?

Sanzo: Looks like it’s never been attacked by youkai. Not yet, anyway.

Goku: Hey, there are food stalls over there. I smell something good–

Gojyo (elbows him): Before food, we should get cigarettes. Cigarettes! Running out of them is no joke, I tell you.

Hakkai: No, let’s look for an inn first. It’s going to get dark soon.

Man: Ah, we’ve been waiting for you! Thank you very much for taking the trouble to come here to entertain the town’s children today.

Goku: Eh? Who are you, pops?

Man: Excuse me for not introducing myself first. I’m the mayor of this town. That’s right, honored members of the theatrical troupe, please come this way. The children are waiting for you.

Gojyo: Hah? Theatrical troupe?

Hakkai: I’m sorry, but haven’t you mistaken us for somebody else? We’re not a theatrical troupe.

Man: There you go with the jokes again. With such a conspicuous appearance, what else could you be but a theatrical troupe?

Sanzo: Oi, he's talking about you, red kappa.

Gojyo: He's probably talking about you, corrupt priest.

Goku: One's as bad as the other.

Sanzo and Gojyo: Don't lump us together!

Hakkai: Um, there's certainly one or two among us who stand out, but we’re really not a troupe of actors.

Man: Then, where have the real actors gone to?

Gojyo: Even if you were to ask us....

Sanzo: Now that you mention it, on our way here, there were a few guys who seemed to be at a loss in front of an overturned horse-drawn wagon.

Goku: Aah! If it’s those guys you’re talking about, they said they had to turn back because their costumes had been ruined or something.

Hakkai: Those are probably the real troupe of actors.

Man: No way! Then, does this mean that the theatrical troupe won’t be coming?

Goku: Uh, apparently, yeah.

Man: That puts me in a fix. The children are already waiting before the stage. They’re all looking forward to the play today.

Sanzo: As if I cared!

Hakkai: I'm sorry Mister Mayor, but since the misunderstanding has been cleared, we’ll be taking our leave of you.

Goku: Once we arrive at an inn, we’ll have dinner there, right?

Gojyo: Before that, we need to get cigarettes! Cigarettes!

Man: Please wait! You are travelers, aren’t you? Therefore, I’ll take care of your accommodation. In return, would you perform the play in place of the theatrical troupe?

Gojyo: Hah?

Sanzo: A joke that’s not funny at all.

Man: Please! There’s nothing else I can think of. If you take on this task, I’ll prepare dinner for you as well.

Goku: Ah? Really? You’ll treat us to dinner?

Man: Yes, of course!

Goku: Yay!

Hakkai: What should we do, Sanzo?

Sanzo: We’ll refuse him, obviously.

Gojyo: Yeah. No way we’d do such a bothersome thing.

Hakkai: I’m sorry, Mister Mayor. Won’t you please lift your head?

Man: Ah, woe is me!

Goku: Eh! Even though he’s generously offered to treat us to dinner....

Gojyo: In your case, anything would be fine as long as it can go into your stomach, wouldn’t it?

Goku: That’s not true! I’d definitely prefer something tasty.

Hakkai: Now, now, Goku. The meals at the inn will surely be delicious too.

Goku: Mm, that’s right. Ah, thinking about food has made me hungry!

Sanzo: Don’t make such a racket by the roadside. It’s unsightly!

Man (rushes to catch up with them): If– if you won’t perform the play, I can’t make any accommodation available to you.

Goku: Eh?

Gojyo: Hah?

Man: You’ll be forbidden from shopping in this town as well. I’ll make sure that none of the restaurants or groceries serve you. Would that be fine with you?

Sanzo: Oi, old geezer! (grabs the mayor) What are you trying to pull?

Man: I–it's useless to threaten me. If I say we won’t serve you, we won’t!

Hakkai: This puts us in a difficult position. Setting aside the matter of accommodation, being unable to shop for provisions is a bit–

Goku: Why?

Hakkai: See, we’ve run out of food, haven’t we? If we’re not able to replenish our food supply here, we’ll have to fast during the one week it’ll take to reach the next town.

Goku: Eh? There’s no way I’m gonna fast for one week! I’ll do it! I’ll perform the play!

Gojyo: Idiot! Don’t just promise something without due consideration, monkey! Try thinking about it carefully. Us, performing a play? That’s impossible, right? Impossible, impossible!

Sanzo: You can’t be serious.

Hakkai: Still, you both have run out of cigarettes too, you know.

(Sanzo and Gojyo let out gasps of shock and dismay.)

Hakkai: Never mind the fasting – can you both abstain from smoking for one week?

Gojyo: Ab–abstain.... P–please allow me to perform the play.

Hakkai: What about you, Sanzo?

Sanzo: Tch. Just get this over with as soon as we can.

Goku: Yay! I’ll get to eat!

Hakkai: Therefore, Mister Mayor, although I can’t guarantee what sort of play it’ll turn out to be, please let us perform it.

Man: Oh, thank you very much! Then, I’ll show you to the backstage dressing room at once. This way, please.

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Man (dumps something heavy on the floor): The play you’ll be performing is ‘Cinderella.’ I’ve prepared the costumes, so please change into them in this dressing room. Since the show will begin in five minutes’ time, please hurry and make sure you’re ready by then. (walks out of the room and closes the door)

Gojyo: Five minutes? Isn’t that a bit of a rush?

Hakkai: But it helps that the play we’re going to perform happens to be Cinderella. Even if we don’t have the time to read the script, it seems like we’ll be able to manage somehow or another.

Sanzo: I see. Is this ‘Cinderella’ such a simple play?

Hakkai: Eh? Don’t tell me that you’ve never even heard of Cinderella, Sanzo?

Sanzo: Never heard of it.

Goku: Me neither.

Gojyo: Ah. Me neither.

Hakkai: None of you three know of Cinderella? It’s a rather famous fairy tale, though.

Sanzo: Until now, I’ve not encountered any difficulty despite my ignorance of it.

Gojyo: I have no interest in stuff like fairy tales.

Hakkai: I’ve not expected this situation at all.

Goku: Well, as you said, we’ll manage somehow or another. It’s not that complicated of a play, is it?

Gojyo: Yeah! Besides, that old geezer said the audience is made up of kids. Even if we were to mess up a bit, it shouldn’t be a problem.

Hakkai (sighs): You’re right. There’s no point worrying about it. Let’s carry our copies of the scripts and read out our lines from them as we perform the play. Also, we’ll have to decide on our roles. Alright, everyone, please draw a lot. (fishes out a rattling can)

Sanzo: Oi, when did you make those things?

Hakkai: I made the right call to habitually prepare these in advance in anticipation of situations such as this one.

Gojyo: What sort of situations did you mean by ‘situations such as this one?’

Hakkai: Never mind that. Please hurry up and draw your lot. If we don’t change into our costumes soon, we won’t make it in time.

Goku: Then, I’ll pick this one.

Sanzo: Tch. (picks something from the can)

Gojyo: Here I go.

Hakkai: Everyone’s picked their lot, right? Then, each of you, please check the role written on your lot. Mine is – ah – the stepmother.

Goku: Mine’s the fairy godmother. What about you, Sanzo?

Sanzo: The prince.

Gojyo: Mine’s... (reads out from his lot) Cinderella. Oh! Is this the title role?

Hakkai: Yes, that’s right. Congratulations, Gojyo.

Goku: Eh? Gojyo gets to play the main character? I’m so envious!

Gojyo: Well, a worthy role will naturally go to a handsome man.

Sanzo: If that's the case, it can’t be a decent character.

Gojyo: Did you say something, Your Highness?

Sanzo: Hmmph.

Hakkai (claps twice): All right, everyone. We don’t have much time left. Please change into your costumes immediately. We’ll go on stage right away.

Goku: Okay!

Sanzo: Tch. How bothersome!

(They take the costumes out of the boxes.)

Gojyo: Hey Hakkai, which is the main character’s costume? I can’t find something that looks like it though.

Hakkai: Ah, here’s your costume. (flips the costume)

Gojyo: E–eh... th–this is my costume?

Hakkai: Yes.

Gojyo: Seriously?

Hakkai: Seriously.

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(A hubbub among the audience, interrupted by a loud buzzer. An applause ensues.)

Hakkai: Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful, but very pitiful girl. Her name was Cinderella. Day in and day out, under the tyranny of her stepmother, she was treated like a servant and made to toil at menial tasks.

(The stage light turns on.)

Gojyo (muttering to himself as he enters the stage): Really, what’s with this costume? Why do I have to do something like cross-dress for a play?

Hakkai (whispers): Your lines, Gojyo.

Gojyo: Mm? Huh? Aren’t you supposed to play the stepmother?

Hakkai: We don’t have enough people, so I’m serving concurrently as the narrator. More importantly, hurry up and say your lines.

Gojyo: Y–yeah. Uhh.... (gets in character) Mother, I have a favor to ask of you. Please take me with you to the ball tonight.

Hakkai (in character): Ah, an unkempt and useless girl like you wants to go to the ball? How about refraining from making such an annoying request, Cinderella?

Gojyo: Hey.... according to the script, you’re supposed to say nothing more than, “You go to the ball? Don’t say such a foolish thing, Cinderella.”

Hakkai (whispers): That’s just my adaptation of the stepmother’s line. Please don't worry about it.

Gojyo: But I don’t think that adaptation’s necessary.

Hakkai: Never mind that. I’ll go on, all right? (in character) Besides, Cinderella, you’ve done dismally at the cleaning tasks I’ve ordered you to perform today, haven’t you? Look! There’s still some dust left on the window frame here. Please perform the cleaning tasks over again.

Gojyo: This guy’s surely enjoying himself. (clears his throat and gets in character) I’ll redo the cleaning properly once I’ve returned from the ball.

Hakkai (in character): Are you still going on about that nonsense? I can’t allow you to do such an outrageous thing such as meeting the prince. Well, I’ll be going to the ball though. As for you, make sure you work hard on doing the cleaning.

Gojyo (in character): Ah, Mother!

Hakkai (as the narrator): Thus, poor Cinderella was not allowed to attend the ball and was made to stay at home alone.

Gojyo (in character): Ah! And I had so wanted to wear a lovely dress and meet the prince too.

Goku (rushes to the stage): I’ll make your wish come true.

Gojyo (in character): Eh? Who on earth are you?

Goku (in character): I’m a fairy godmother who happens to be passing by. Let me prepare a carriage and a dress for you, Cinderella. Uhh... and then, at the ball – (breaks character) Hey, what’s a ball? Is it some sort of a fight?

Gojyo: It’s not that kind of ball. That’s not it. Errr... how should I say it.... Well, to put it simply, it’s a party.

Goku: Eh, so it’s a party. Then, it’s a place where one gets to eat tasty stuff, isn’t it? I want to go too!

Gojyo: No, no, no.... There’s nothing in the script about the fairy godmother attending the ball too.

Goku: Why not, meanie?

Gojyo: Because that’s not what your character’s supposed to do! Anyway, never mind that. Just hurry up and say your next line.

Goku: Eh? Ah, what’s it again.... Let me see... ah, that’s it. The pumpkin! (in character) I’ll magic the pumpkin into a carriage. (breaks character) The pumpkin – was it the thing someone left at the end of the stage? I just ate it a while ago.

Gojyo: Hah?! That was a raw pumpkin!

Goku: But I was hungry. Hey, I want to go to the ball too. How about taking me to dinner there?

Gojyo: As for dinner, I’ll treat you to some food later. Hurry up and cast your spell on me already! If you don’t do that, the play can’t go on.

Goku: That’s a promise, okay? (gets back in character) Well then, Cinderella, I’ll cast a spell on you. But, it’ll only last until the stroke of midnight. You must not forget that! There, there!

(Sound effect denoting magical transformations at work.)

Hakkai (as the narrator): What an amazing thing! As soon as the fairy godmother finished her incantation, Cinderella’s shabby clothes turned into a lovely dress. The half-eaten pumpkin transformed into a splendid carriage.

Gojyo (in character): Oh! With this, I’ll make it in time for the prince’s ball!

Hakkai (as the narrator): Delighted, Cinderella hurriedly got on the carriage and headed to the ball being held at the castle.

(Orchestral music plays in the background.)

Gojyo (in character): So this is the castle. I wonder if it’s as marvelous as they say.

Hakkai (as the narrator): And then, Cinderella came face-to-face with the prince of this country. (whispers to Gojyo) By the way, Cinderella, despite your apparent discomfort, you’ve been showing a surprising amount of passion in your acting.

Gojyo: Shut up! (gets back in character) Well, where’s the prince?

(Sparkling sound effect followed by ominous music and heavy footsteps.)

Sanzo: Tch.

Gojyo (grumbles to himself): What a boorish-looking prince! Any woman would run away barefoot at the sight of that!

Sanzo: Hmmph!

Gojyo (in character): I wonder if that’s His Highness. What a lovely gentleman!

(Sanzo grunts.)

Gojyo (in character): Eh... errr.... I’d be so delighted if I could have a dance with such a gentleman.

Sanzo: Tch.

Gojyo: Hey, Sanzo.

Sanzo: Hah?

Gojyo: Don’t just click your tongue. Say your lines. Look, it’s written here in the script that the prince is to ask Cinderella to dance with him.

Sanzo: I'll pass on that.

Gojyo: What did you mean by ‘pass?’

Sanzo: How could anyone possibly ask such a loathsome creature for a dance? Just leave your shoe here and get out of my sight right away!

Gojyo: Why you.... It’s not like I’m wearing this costume because I wanted to!

Sanzo: Shut up, freak.

Gojyo: Who’re you calling a freak?

Sanzo: Who else is there aside from you? I’m getting a headache just by looking at you. Just get lost already!

Gojyo: You, you.... I can’t do this anymore! (takes off his shoe) Here, take the shoe! I’d refuse to dance with you even if it’d cost me my life!

Sanzo: What a coincidence. The feeling’s mutual.

Gojyo: Hah?

Sanzo: You’re an eyesore, damn kappa.

Gojyo: I’ll tell what an eyesore is. It’s that fluttering costume of yours.

Sanzo: What did you just say?

Gojyo: Lace does not suit you at all! What’s with those half-assed calf-length pumpkin pants? You sure don’t look like a supreme priest of Tougenkyou in them.

Sanzo: You bastard! (cocks his gun and shoots)

Gojyo: Whoa! That was a close call. Hey! What are you doing–

Sanzo: Be quiet! Die! (shoots again)

Gojyo: Watch it! The bullet just grazed me! Would a normal person shoot his gun in a crowded place like this? What would you do if you’d hit one of the kids?

Sanzo: Shut your mouth. If you keep still, it’ll be over with one shot! (shoots once more)

Gojyo: Whoa! (dodges yet another gunshot) Whoa!

(The children begin to laugh as more gunshots ring out.)

Goku: Hey Hakkai, this is somehow is no different from the usual us. Is it okay to perform ‘Cinderella’ this way?

Hakkai: It’s a major deviation from the script, but it seems to be well-received by the children. So why not just embrace it as an innovative take of the original tale?

Goku: I see! Then, as I thought, a ‘ball’ is a place where people fight, right? [a pun: the first two syllables the term for ball, butoukai, butou, sounds similar to the term for martial arts, budou]

Hakkai: It probably is, at least for those two.

Sanzo: Damn kappa! Die already! (shoots)

(Gojyo shouts as he evades yet another bullet.)

Sanzo: Shit! Tch! Stop dodging my shots, you freak of a kappa!

Gojyo: Whoa! That was close! Hold it! How many more shots will it take before you stop**?

Sanzo: Hey, wait!

Gojyo (shouts amidst more gunshots): Damn it! I’ll never perform a play again in my life! Crap, watch out!

(The stage collapses.)

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(Round brackets): actions and sound effects. [Square brackets]: translator’s notes or clarifications. Double asterisks **: Stuff I am not sure with. Suggestions for improvements and corrections are more than welcome.

[sakuplumeria]

For writer's ask....

3, 8, 10, 16, 24, 30, 34, 38, and 49!

Thank you :3

Ohh, so many, I like it! Thank you for asking~ Writer's ask game here.

3 Computer or pen and paper?

Oh, I love writing with pen and paper.... but for convenience, computer :>

8 Oldest WIP

Dated October 2020... This work is supposed to be a series of 9 stories. I published 8 of them already but I just haven't finished the final and last story. It's a Tantei Gakuen Q (Detective School Q) fanfiction, set after the ending of the manga. I used the lyrics from the Opening Luvly, Merry-Go-Round as the titles for the series and the stories. The WIP is titled Forever, under this sky, which is supposed to be the ending or of the series.

10 Do you set yourself deadlines?

Usually no. I did it once for my longest fanfic in Saiyuki, challenging myself to publish a chapter once a week. It was a good exercise, but not doing it again :')

16 How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project?

I don't usually count it.... so honestly I don't have any idea :') I edit my writings a lot though, maybe more than thrice?

24 Favourite genre to write and read

Angst, hurt/comfort <3

30 Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

Yuumori medical au based on this. I've been thinking to plot out a fanfic out of it.

34 What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?

Out of Breath, one of my WIP that I plan to give up :/ The whole idea was that Goku learned to control his chi from Hakkai so that he could heal Sanzo who's getting lung disease from smoking too much. I started to get stuck in Chapter 4, when Goku's chi getting stronger in his body but he still couldn't let it out, and Sanzo was aware of that. The tension between them... Yeah I spent so much time in editing the chapter and I am still not satisfied with what I published lol.

38 Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

Is this weird? I don’t know, you make the call… and yes, it’s another WIP :’)

Koumyou woke up besides Ken’yuu in a hospital room. After a week they both finally realized that Koumyou was a ghost. They try to find out why Koumyou was a ghost and not reincarnated as he was supposed to.

49 Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?

Goku. He's just that sunshine my dark soul needs. He's so friendly and positive and accepting and adventurous, and he's not giving up even though bad things happen. Sanzo is so lucky :3

[geraniumplant]

(any muse) what is your definition of love?

Vash: "Love is someone who holds your hand when you need it the most."

Wolfwood: "You don't have to know everything to love someone. You just have to believe that you know enough."

Sanzo: "Dying is easy. Living for someone is the true testament to love."

Grimmjow: "Why the hell would you ask such a ridiculous question?"

Vergil: "Having the strength to protect them."

D: "True love is to care for someone far deeper than what's on the surface."

Abel: "When your heart aches at thought of losing them."

[scribble-dee-doo]

aftermath of meeting amnesiac sanzo

Keeping Goku out of the kitchen is the hardest part of preparing every meal. A pre-meal snack and Gojyo usually takes care of it, though the chances of Goku and his sensitive nose overpowering the allure of chores and games get higher the closer it is to finished. Hakkai needs to be on high alert the whole way through.

Today, Hakkai quite forgot to peel the vegetables before chopping, peeled thrice the garlic he needed, tenderized the beef so thoroughly he had to switch to using it as ground meat, and waited for the pot to boil for twenty minutes before recalling to turn the fire on. Despite Gojyo’s attempts to wrangle Goku and the laundry, the vegetables aren’t as plentiful as Hakkai recalls – dimly – preparing when he slides them into the water, and the meat ends up with rather more sauce than he intended.

When he nearly cuts his hand open on a kitchen knife while washing up, he decides to have a cup of tea and leave things be. He scalds his other hand on the steam from the kettle. He gets his cup of tea, but when Gojyo passes the open kitchen window with a grumbled greeting, he pauses and backpedals. Hakkai smiles. Gojyo rocks back on his heels with a wary look.

Then he slings his shirt over his shoulder and comes to lean his crossed arms on the windowsill. He’s bare-chested and sweaty, which is not a state of affairs Hakkai often achieves pulling laundry off of clothes lines, but Goyo will be Gojyo. Goku also has a way of engendering new methods of housework when he’s involved.

They stand in silence for a moment. The air from outside is crisp and dry, the mountain’s bite enough for Hakkai’s fingers tingle with the heat of his teacup. Despite the mishaps, dinner is beginning to smell good. The setting sun sets Gojyo’s hair flickering, as Goku said, like fire. Gojyo itches his nose on his forearm and then rests his head on it.

“Chances this is Sanzo’s evil twin?” he asks.

Hakkai considers the question and Gojyo’s lack of vitriol. “How would we be able to tell?”

Gojyo laughs. “Yeah, Sanzo would probably be the evil twin. Completely unrelated blond bastard beauty?”

“I find it hard to believe an unrelated individual could capture his particular character,” Hakkai says. “He broke –”

“He broke my damn hand,” Gojyo says. He drums his fingers – healed by Hakkai after they returned to their rooms and stood around in shock until Gojyo tried to light a new cigarette – on the sill and shifted, frowning and restive.

“Yeah, it’s him,” he admits, staring into the middle distance. Then he groans, running a hand down his face. “Now what?”

[justanothersanjilover]

@somanywips tagged me in the WIP game 😁

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

So I have a few WIPs 😅 just let me tell you beforehand: they are all ZoSan or SanZo 😂🙈

- The dress situation

- What can change a man?

- Demon of the east? More like little spoon of the east!

- I never knew I needed hugs

- 100 ways to torture the love cook

- I’m not fine

- Death Deal

- Demonfire

- Trypanophobia

And last, but not least:

- One Piece Moder Gym Au 😂

- I wish you were a girl

I’m just gonna tag @lunanight2012 I don't know many people on here 🙈 If you feel the call to participate, feel tagged by me 😁👍

[shouga-nai]

@worldly-diversity said:

"Who me, go shopping with the monkey? You've got to be joking." He grouched once said monkey had excitedly bounded off to find their resident gun-happy priest for the money they'd need. Gojyo leaned in the doorframe with a raised brow. "At least make Sanzo take the brat instead. Damn brat's going to make even his deep pockets run out at this rate." Not to say Gojyo couldn't reign the little shit in but it wasn't exactly something he wanted to bother with when he could be doing something much more interesting, y'know? || Gojyo || watch me just toss out asks for these all in the same context xD

"I couldn't possibly be any more serious right now," said Hakkai, deadpanned. As if it's so perplexing a notion to think there'd be anything wrong with his suggestion.

"Isn't that why we make good use of the credit card ever so graciously bestowed upon us? Within reason, of course." Naturally, even a card of such prestige has its limits. "Besides, when it comes to efficiency..."

"I'm afraid the fact is that you've got the longest pair of arms among the four of us. I could fetch the measuring tape if you fancy a reassessment."