#shini kimura

[shinikimura]

I saw nothing, Xarata. Nothing.

[lovepokemontcg]

illus. Naoyo Kimura "Bagon" from Arceus

[systimming]

Seiko Kimura board with menhera + yami kawaii stims! @im-seiko-kimura

- Mod Khonjin.

((Sources of gifs: x, x, x | x, x, x | x, x, x ))

[trainerjoshie]

Pokémon TCG DP Arceus (2009) illustration set by Naoyo Kimura (yes I combined the two) ❤️❤️

[windfighter]

Poisonous mind

Inspired by the prompt ”You need to eat something.” from @whumppromptoftheday

I wanted to write more, but the story started to shift focus because I wasn't whumping the normal blorbo and also my alarm goes off in 3 hours so I should probably try to catch some zzzs

Anyway enjoy some depressed Kouichi!

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Sunrise.

Sunset.

Dawn.

Dusk.

Kouichi swallows. Tries not to think about Duskmon. Another sunrise. Tomoko is moving around in her room. In the kitchen. Kouichi leans against the wall, looks out the window. The door opens. He can hear Tomoko sigh.

”You need to eat something”, she says and puts a plate on the window sill.

Kouichi doesn’t look at it. Just like he hasn’t looked at the plates on his desk. He had been so happy when he woke up. So, so very happy to see Kouji. But then…

He takes a shaky breath. Tomoko puts a hand on his shoulder.

...then it all caught up to him. Everything he had done, all the pain he had caused. He pushes the plate away. He doesn’t deserve to eat.

”Did you at least drink something?” Tomoko asks.

Kouichi grabs the empty glass and shows it to her. She takes it from him. Hesitates. Kouichi can hear her holding her breath.

”...do you need to talk to someone?” she asks.

Probably. There’s no one he can talk to though. No one can understand. He will get locked up if he says anything. He clasps his hands together. Maybe the others, maybe Kouji, but… He tried to kill them. They probably don’t want to talk to him anyway. He goes back to looking through the window. He’s not sure how many days he’s been sitting there now.

Tomoko leaves. Kouichi doesn’t eat. He closes his eyes and listens as the world continues on without him.

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He has stopped feeling hungry. Tomoko comes in with food twice every day, but Kouichi can’t bring himself to eat. He hasn’t gone to school. No one has come to see him. Or he just didn’t notice them. There’s schoolwork on his desk, but Kouichi just… can’t.

He stares out the window. The world keeps moving. It will keep moving even if he dies. His heart stops for a second. Maybe he should. Kouji is out there now. Once he and Tomoko meet, Tomoko won’t be alone. Kouichi can leave. Disappear, like he should have.

He doesn’t deserve to live.

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He thinks it’s been weeks. Months? Days come and go but he doesn’t track them. Tomoko is crying in the other room. Kouichi should stand up, offer her some comfort. Try to make her happy. Isn’t that the only reason he’s still alive?

She comes in with food again. Kouichi hasn’t touched the previous meal.

”Please”, she says and there are tears in her voice, ”you need to eat. Just something.”

Kouichi nods. He can’t remember when he last spoke. She puts the plate next to him, waits for him to grab it and eat. Kouichi stares out the window.

”What can I do to help you?” she asks.

Wraps her arms around him. Kouichi wishes he knew. But he doesn’t need help.

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He’s probably dying. He can just barely get out of the bed once a day. How long has it been since he showered? Since he went outside? He stares at the four walls in his room. Does it matter if he dies? Tomoko can stop worrying when he does.

But she’ll be sad.

Maybe he should tell her he found Kouji. That she can have a son even with Kouichi gone. He can’t say a word when she comes into his room. She puts a plate on the bedside table, sits down on the edge of the bed.

Holds his hand, but doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even tell him he needs to eat. Has she given up as well? Kouichi knew it was just a matter of time. He closes his eyes. Maybe this time he won’t wake up.

It’s nice to not be alone when dying, he thinks.

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The doorbell rings. Kouichi wonders how he hasn’t died yet. A glass falls to the floor, shatters, and he turns his head. Tomoko’s voice. It trembles. He can’t hear what she’s saying.

Steps. Two pairs of them. A low whisper.

”’niisan…”

Kouji. Kouichi blinks. Tomoko is standing behind Kouji. Kouichi can’t read the emotions in her eyes.

”Hey”, Kouji says.

He enters the room. Kouichi just stares at him as he sits down on the chair.

”You were hard to track down”, Kouji continues.

As if he doesn’t notice that Kouichi is quiet. As if he doesn’t care.

”Really you just went ’you should go see mom’ and then you never gave me an adress”, Kouji complains.

He grabs one of the books on the desk, flips through it. Tomoko looks at Kouichi. She has questions. Kouichi doesn’t have answers. Kouji whistles.

”Wow, advanced classes. Guess we know who got the brains out of us two.”

Kouichi frowns. Kouji is also smart, he’s sure of that.

”I couldn’t tell a verb from a substantive even if they were trying to kill me”, Kouji says. ”I could probably beat them up though.”

Kouichi snorts. It feels weird. He holds his breath, stares at Kouji and Tomoko.

”Kouichi…” Tomoko starts.

She stops just as quickly. Probably doesn’t know what to think. Or say. Kouichi doesn’t either. His stomach feels heavy. This wasn’t how he wanted them to meet. But he was supposed to be dead. Did he want them to meet at the funeral? He really hadn’t thought it through.

In his defense he was dying at the time.

”I’ll probably ask you to explain this to me when you feel better”, Kouji says and waves the math book.

Tomoko’s hands tremble. Kouichi watches her more than Kouji. Is she angry?

”...are you hungry?” Tomoko asks.

She looks at Kouji. Glances at Kouichi. Kouichi doesn’t answer, but Kouji nods.

”Yeah, but I can’t stay for long. Dad wants me home at seven.”

”I’ll throw something quick together.”

She looks nervous, like she can’t believe what’s happening. Then she disappears towards the kitchen. Kouji stands up, sits down on the floor and leans against the bed. There’s something comforting about his presence. Why isn’t he scared? Kouji doesn’t say anything.

Tomoko returns. Kouichi doesn’t know how long she was gone. She gives Kouji a plate, puts another plate on the bedside table. Sandwiches.

”Thanks… mom…” Kouji says.

Tomoko smiles. Kouichi can die in peace now. His mom has someone else that can bring her happiness. Someone better.

”I’ll let you eat in peace”, Tomoko says. ”I’d like to talk with you before you leave though.”

”Of course”, Kouji answers.

There’s hesitation in his voice. Uncertainty. Tomoko leaves again. Kouji starts eating.

”The others kind of poofed as well”, Kouji says between bites. ”Off to live their own lives again.”

Kouichi pulls himself up a little. So he can see Kouji better. The brother he tried so hard to approach. Who is now just casually sitting in his bedroom.

”They seem to be doing well”, Kouji continues.

Kouichi can’t remember him talking this much in the digital world. Maybe the place changed him.

”Junpei says he’s starting to make friends in his class.”

Kouichi reaches for one of the sandwiches. Kouji is focused on his own food.

”Takuya joined the football team. Seraphimon knows he needs some way to get rid of all that energy.”

Kouichi rips off a piece of the bread, puts it in his mouth. He frowns when he realizes what he did.

”Izumi’s also making friends. And she joined the drama club.”

Kouichi swallows. It feels weird and his stomach rumbles.

”Tomoki’s doing stuff with his brother, it sounds like they’re getting along.”

Kouichi rips off another small bite of the bread, puts it in his mouth. Kouji grabs his plate with both hands.

”I’ve been there”, he says.

His voice is quieter. Barely audible.

”I don’t know what you’re going through, but I’ll always be here.”

Kouichi’s stomach protests. He can’t eat anything more.

”I’ll come over again tomorrow”, Kouji decides without asking Kouichi. ”We can watch a movie. Or I can just sit here and talk. Might need to do some homework.”

Kouichi puts the sandwich on his lap. Doesn’t say anything. He’s not sure he has a voice any longer. Kouji finishes his own food, talks a bit about his school. A private one. Kousei sent him there. Kouichi wonders what the difference is.

The clock ticks. Eventually Kouji stands up. Stretches.

”I’ll see you again tomorrow”, he says.

He smiles towards Kouichi. Kouichi doesn’t have the energy to return it. He watches as Kouji leaves, hears him talk with Tomoko for a couple of minutes and then he’s gone. Tomoko appears in the doorway. She smiles when she notices the sandwich on Kouichi’s lap.

”One day I want to know how you found him”, she says.

She puts the sandwich on the plate again. Kouichi’s not sure he can explain. How does one explain stalking someone so bad they almost die from it but instead they just end up as a spirit in another world? A spirit that commited warcrimes until Kouji found him.

How did he find Kouji?

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Kouichi stares at the shower. Drops his clothes to the floor and steps into it. It feels like he’s washing months of grit off himself. Maybe he is. His shoulders feel a little bit lighter when he steps out of it again.

He’s exhausted though. He goes right back to bed and lies down. Stares at the walls in silence. Listens to the traffic outside.

Kouji comes by again. Sits down next to the bed and studies. Talks out loud about what he’s doing. Kouichi feels included, despite not talking. It’s nice. Maybe Kouji has forgiven him for what he did as Duskmon.

He eats half a sandwich when Tomoko brings them food. She looks happy. Happier. Not as sad. Kouichi likes it, she deserves to be happy.

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It’s been a week since Kouji appeared. A week during which Kouji has spent every afternoon next to Kouichi’s bed, keeping him company. Kouichi eats breakfast in the kitchen for the first time since before he died. Tomoko loads the table with everything she knows Kouichi likes and Kouichi wishes he could eat it all.

His stomach protests. It still hasn’t recovered. He’s lost so much weight from the weeks in bed. But at least he’s starting to regain it. He eats what he can and then lays down infront of the television. Tomoko lets him. When Kouji shows up they watch a movie. Kouji falls asleep to it, and Kouichi can just barely stop himself from pulling some kind of prank on his brother.

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He returns to school two days later. He’s so far behind the others already. A few of his classmates offer to help, but he rejects their offers.

He sits down by the desk when he gets home. Books on the table. He stares at them, doesn’t know where to even begin. The clock ticks. Kouji is late.

Kouji is even later. Did he get tired of Kouichi, just when Kouichi was starting to speak again? Makes sense, Kouichi thinks.

Kouji doesn’t show up that evening and the next day Kouichi has trouble getting out of bed again.

”He’ll show up”, Tomoko says, but she sounds as uncertain as Kouichi feels.

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But Kouji shows up. Three days later he casually appears, leans against the doorframe and smiles.

”Sorry I’m late”, he says. Grimaces. ”I failed math and got a bit grounded.”

He walks into the room, limping. Kouichi raises an eyebrow.

”How did you fail math so hard you hurt your leg?”

”It was…” Kouji hesitates. ”It was applied math. Turns out I don’t know how fast I need to run to jump over a hurdle.”

That’s a lie, Kouichi thinks. He doesn’t say it. Kouji limps over to the bed, sits down with a quiet groan. There’s a bruise along his face as well. Kouichi doesn’t comment on it.

”Well, if you need help with math, maybe I can give you a hand. I need a break anyway.”

Kouji looks like he’d prefer to sleep, but he nods and Kouichi grabs a pen and a notebook and moves over to the bed. He flips through Kouji’s book, hmms and then they go to work.

A few hours later and Kouichi is pretty certain Kouji is at least as good at math as he is, or would be if his teachers had bothered to check what he learned in his previous schools. Constantly changing schools must have been rough. Kouji yawns, glances at the clock. His eyes widens.

”I need to head home”, he says.

There’s something panicky over his voice. Kouichi tilts his head.

”Alright. See you tomorrow?”

”I hope so”, Kouji says and packs his bag. ”Don’t get too worried if I don’t show up though.”

Kouichi follows him to the door. Says good bye. Kouji smiles at him.

”I’m glad you’re feeling better”, he says before disappearing down the stairs.

Kouichi is glad he’s feeling better as well. He stares after Kouji, listens as Kouji’s steps gets quieter and then fades out completely with the slam of the entrance door. Kouichi returns inside, hugs Tomoko.

”Sorry for worrying you”, he whispers into her shoulder.

She hugs him back.

”You have nothing to apologize for”, she says.

She pushes him towards the table and he sits down. Eats like normal for the first time in ages. He loves feeling better. Tomoko smiles at him and he can tell she’s happy about it as well.

[galladeblades]

i have two gaming moods;

beat the shit out of other people and assert my skill dominance against others

vs

locking self away for 14 hours doing repetitive tasks over and over

[byrdtrollsunoreversearchive]

In Loving Memory of Kokoro Kimura

Fleet Correspondence, 4/4/753, Archen (Cleanser) Aurela to Artemi (Midas) Anatol, reads the plain black archives folder.

The simple fact of the matter is, we have reached the point where the population and renown of your ‘small port side town’ has long since exceeded the levels with which the fleet is comfortable no longer being involved in it, which is putting it nicely. 

The letter begins. 

You cannot lie, cheat and steal your way into creating what is basically a sovereign city state on this planet. You are lucky you have run unchecked for so long. Such an offense could be forgiven, if Midas were to make an honest case for being a GHB over Tes Roven. I am once again frustrated that you have derailed our correspondence from him. We are making a generous compromise with you and you will not even allow us to speak with who is in charge. The fleet will not ask again. Midas must come forward and swear loyalty to the empire to lay any sort of claim to this territory. 

Hi, 

This is Kokoro Kimura, again. Your ludicrous compromise is not the middle ground you imagine it to be. 

You will not be corresponding with Midas, nor will he be making any kind of claim to this territory. Tes Roven belongs to me. 

I have long since been in charge of its entire economy, its governance, its workforce, and all its public affairs. I have the documentation going back 200 sweeps to prove it, and I have copies attached.

I can see your confusion around Midas as a figurehead. I know he is exactly the kind of troll you want to have raised a city state from nothing, and I allowed you to indulge in this fantasy in the hopes of avoiding conflict. For sweeps I have given him the credit for the work I did to install him and create this place. But I must disappoint you- him and Gihyun both work for me. 

And any attempt to transfer this power to pigeonhole it into your narrow ideas of caste would result in the city falling apart at the seams. 

I accept your facade of ever having this conversation on logical terms at face value- as a facade. All logic insists that I am capable of running this city. I have been doing it, unbeknownst to you, for 200 sweeps. But the fleet’s carnevale impression of reality could never cave to such reasonable terms. You aim to refuse me on the basis of my blood color and lay siege to my home as a result. 

Let us not be polite with each other. 

Your pretend negotiation reveals your cowardice. I would not be receiving letters from you were you not scared.

I will offer you a way out fitting of a coward. Make me a backdoor. Make me a loophole. 

Make me a shiny little medal that says once in five million sweeps an oliveblood could serve in your system of governance but only if he’s the specialist boy.

And sure, I will swear loyalty to your military. I’ll make myself a cozy little corner of alternia and I’ll never bother you again. 

Bend your rules backwards just enough that you will not force me to break them. 

And before you attempt to lecture me on my audacity, recall that I could have kept this information from you. Remember that I could have stayed quiet- I could have told Midas to humor you and continued behind the scenes. Renowned fleet military strategy experts ask yourself. If this of all things is the first card I played. Then what else am I keeping in my hand? 

Hello again, Kimura. 

Even in whatever ridiculous fantasy world you must think we live in, I cannot imagine there is much else in your ‘hand’. Your bluff is transparent and pathetic. Centuries of paperwork do not actual power make. I would be frustrated by your foolishness if I did not find it so amusing. What kind of trolls do you surround yourself with that have allowed you to become so delusional about your place? 

You say you don’t want to be polite- fine. We will be at your doorstep next evening, to kill you. Our strategists examined your logic and found a fatal flaw- assuming you have something else in your hand requires that we first assume you are not an idiot. We find no evidence to base such an assumption. 

The exchange ends there. 

Sunset leafs through the rest of the papers for Kokoro’s next response, but only finds what must be the 200 sweeps worth of paperwork Kokoro had sent the fleet. At first glance it looks real, but he doesn’t know much about bookkeeping. The young mafia lord briefly considers running it by an expert. Not out of doubt of the oliveblood claims, but in the name of being thorough. Yet he cannot think of a troll he would trust with the information. He pauses. Sunset pulls out his camera, and begins the painstakingly slow process of photographing every single one of the pages with his phone. 

The fleet archives camera blinks its slow, red light in the corner about him. The loop they’re feeding into the security footage of a blank room will only keep running for another hour. His knowledge that he only has so much time wrestles with his want to be methodical and careful. He has wiped his presence from the minds of any of the fleet personnel he passed, but sadly, his voodoos did not work on machines. He finishes his documentation in the nick of time, leaving him 15 minutes to exit the facility. He carefully places the papers back into their classified file with his gloved hands, and speedily makes his exit. The gears of his mind doing catapults around the information he had barely had time to fully process. Kokoro’s words echoing in his mind. Tes Roven belongs to me.

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300 sweeps ago, Gihyun Yupark bursts into Kokoro’s room, slamming a pile of papers down on his desk. 

“What the fuck is this” The Jadeblood hisses. 

“A woman who can’t knock” The olive shrugs. “And a pile of papers, though I assume you refer to what's on them” Jokes the man. 

“Don’t play stupid, Koko.” She says. “Since when do I fucking work for you!” 

“Since when do you read my mail?” Kokoro says, straightening the letters. 

“Since you tried to pull a fast one on me with that art gallery job 70 sweeps ago” She accuses. “And this is not even your mail! It’s Midas’s, which YOU derailed.” 

“Oh, save it, Gi” He says, with an amount of venom in the man’s voice you are unaccustomed to hearing in his exchanges with Gihyun. “It was a double cross. But I didn’t say a word that wasn’t true.” 

“I don’t work for you” She repeats.

“I have 200 sweeps of paperwork that says different.”

“You do the books” She says. “We do the-” 

“Killing people” He autocompletes her sentence. “Do you realize, how much fucking work it is? To run a fucking city? Do you have any idea what the two of you dumped on me when you said we want the glory and you do the paperwork, Gi?”

“You could have said no,” She retorts, pointing. 

“I could not have said no,” He replies. “I knew you and Midas would be dead in days without me.” 

“You’re going to get yourself killed!” She snaps. 

“You have so little faith in me?” He grins. 

“I’m not joking around, Kokoro! This is serious! I’m mad because I CARE about you! Why in ten million sweeps would you do such a thing!” She rants. 

“Was I supposed to just. Let you two get all the credit. For the rest of time?” He says, staring at the table. 

“That’s not what I said, Koko, we arranged things like this to keep you safe.” She pleads.  

“Yeah, in a way that just coincidentally massively benefits both of you. Sure.” He says, almost sounding bored. 

It is a moment before she speaks again. 

“If you felt this way,” She says slowly. “Why didn’t you talk to me? I would have gotten it.” 

“No, you wouldn’t” He hisses. “You are a midblood, Gi!” 

There is a long, tense pause. 

“You’re going to get yourself killed.” She repeats. 

“I have a plan,” He says. 

“Of course you have a plan. This is still dumb” She says. “I’m telling him.” 

“Gi” Kokoro says, instantly switching his tone. “Come on. Snitches get-”

“This is literally!” She says, throwing up her arms, “HIS mail. Don’t you think your Kismesis gets to know you told The Cleanser to his face you wanted him to make you the first oliveblood GHB?”

“That’s not what that said” He retorts. 

“Then what does it say, Koko. What does it say?” Gihyun Yupark says, gesturing at the letter. “Enlighten me.” 

It is Kokoro’s turn to be silent. He mulls on this for a long, long moment. The jadeblood in front of him narrows her eyes, and then storms out of the room. 

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Sunset wishes he could tell you the exact moment he knew. Those waters were muddied first by Midas’s absence from public life for 300 sweeps. Secondly by Sunsets complete lack of interest in the matter. And third with denial and emotion. Maybe when he first found a black and white photograph, of young Midas with his arms over his friends in a small casino, the first one The Falling Moon’s ever opened, and noted the shape of his horns. Maybe the several times in passing, he has walked by one of those little shrines to Kokoro and a friend, Casmie or Toni or Rasley, had unprompted told him jokingly, you look just like him. Occam’s razor decrees that the most reasonable explanation is the most likely. But it could never account for the twists and turns of an unpredictable universe. 

Maybe he knew, sometime in the back of his head, as he zoned out at night staring at the door to his office, and the mirror across the way. Watching how, if he moved his head just right, the symbol on the door- the falling moon on fire, lines up with his horns oh so perfectly. So perfectly that no conclusion could be made other than it was that way by design. He had dismissed it, miles of reasonable evidence. He told himself even if it were true it wouldn’t matter to him. It wouldn’t change his mind, it wouldn’t change how he thought of either of them. 

Midas was Midas. And Kokoro had abandoned all of them. He had left the smoldering pile of ash that was their city, to burn, and burn, and burn. But eventually, he caved, reckoning, if he was right, he did not want to be caught unaware, he did not want Midas to know more than he did. They only talked through Enin, Midas’s ever patient messenger. He could not be sure if the man had guessed. If Enin had shown him pictures, if Enin had described him to him. Enin must know. But Sunset knew him well enough to know the mirror creature had been the mafia long enough to know when to hold a trump card to his chest, and wait for the time it was valuable.  

Against his will, the acceptance of this theory stirred long dead emotions in him. Sometimes, when wallowing in the tragedy of his youth, he imagined he had met Midas, when he was young, too young to remember, and the man had shook his head, glanced at his mutation, and rejected him. Sold him to that circus, or threw him out on the street. It was a strange kind of comfort to pretend such a rejection had already occurred. It rested the matter from his mind. But he had no way of knowing it was true. And he had enough reasons to hate Midas without making up imaginary ones. 

The opposite fantasy upset him more. When he was young, he often pictured some distant relative, maybe an ancestor or an ancestors friend, or just a kind hearted soul, spotting him in the circus, whisking him away to a life of luxury and safety. Telling him he never belonged in such a place, that it was over. His pan could not help but wander, to the possibility, that Midas might have been that savior. That he may not reject him. That he had no idea where or what Sunset was, and if he did, he would free him, raise him into this life of excess and luxury and cruelty. Only the best for his descendant. Maybe give him his surgery even earlier than he had had it. The thought sickened him. He didn’t want to imagine what kind of troll he may have grown up to be in that case. 

Midas, at least, he knew he hated without question. But his thoughts on Kokoro were too complex to count. An uneasy dislike. Suspicion, bitterness. Would he have preferred to be saved by the man he had quickly guessed was his ‘other’ ancestor? He could not tell you. He did not hate him as much as he hated Midas. But he had no love for him either. He was the only one in this city who knew the extent of his cowardice. Tes Roven had paid for it ten times over. The consequences of Midas’s reign. The reign he would have never had had Kokoro not ran, and ran, and ran. 

But there were things to admire about him, undoubtedly. He now had an extensive economic record of how he structured the city. That and more he had dug up for old files. Kokoro had run several money laundering fronts. He had told rich highbloods hey- let me launder your money for you so you don’t have to pay fleet taxes. He siphoned off funds from these places in secret and sent them to community centers, libraries and infrastructure repair. The way in which he structured Tes Roven’s economy back in the day had been so intelligent Sunset frequently found himself stealing his ideas. 

And he was an underdog. Hard not to root for an underdog, even if he couldn’t finish the fight he started. A scraggly mutt charging headfirst for a bigger, bigger animal. He did not know what to do with his fragile sympathy for him. It somehow made things worse. 

The whole thing felt like one last kick to a wounded soul. He wanted to destroy the engineers of his suffering. But now he was forced to reckon with his similarities to them. 

Because… he was similar to them. Prideful. Intelligent. Stubborn. Righteous. A liar and a hypocrite. A holder of grudges and a maker of great escapes. 

He was the best of both of them.

He was the worst of both of them. 

He was something else entirely. A tapestry of faults and virtues that paid their dues to both nurture and nature. He was fate itself on some fucked up kind of drug. He was the undoing of both of them. He was their rapture.

He could not tell you when he first knew. But he could not stop knowing. Could not fathom how to carry so invisible a burden. The weight of this knowledge silently flowed out of him at all times like a collapsing dam.

He had told no one.

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300 sweeps ago, the same night, another visitor comes to Kokoro’s door with a gentle and patient knock. Koko is not seated at his desk now, the man is circling the desk in his office, pacing. He pauses, abruptly stopping the long march that had occupied the better part of the last three hours, inhaling. 

“Why bother,” He says. “Gihyun’s already burst in here.”

“Koko,” Midas says softly, calling him Gihyuns nickname with such practiced affection and ease that it seems more his than hers. It is somehow both a warning and a plea. 

Kokoro exhales, like the breath he started at the beginning of his sentence has only now just found the grace to leave his body. 

“Come in” He says, with a gesture at the Door that the purpleblood likely cannot even see. “Get it over with.” 

Midas steps into the room, looking so lost and tired for a man of his stature, the paintings and items on the walls and cabinets looming over them to the point they almost dwarf the man. Perhaps he stood that way, His back bent, with that languished expression, on purpose. 

“I love you,” Are the first words that come out of his mouth, falling to the ground like a gift given and promptly dropped and shattered on the floorboards. 

“I love you,” Kokoro says softly, “but…?” He extrapolates the end of Midas’s sentence from the air. “I love you but this puts you in danger, but this is idiotic, but this destroys everything we’ve spent centuries building, but how dare you?” 

“I love you” Midas repeats, hanging up his coat on the rack. “Period.” 

Kokoro seems caught off guard by this, stumbling blindly into the amiable conversation having braced for one identical to Gihyun’s. 

“This,” The purpleblood makes a tired halfway gesture with his hands, flopping one gently in the air. “Only destroys everything we’ve spent centuries building, if you lose.” He continues. “And I know you don’t start fights you can’t win” He says. “So.” Midas lifts both hands halfway through the air in a shrug like gesture. “What do you need from me?” 

For some reason, his approval made him even more trepidatious than his anger ever could. Gihyun hates the idea, Midas loves it. Against his will, second thoughts bang on the closed door of his mind with frenzy. Somewhere in his secret heart Koko must know which of these trolls he trusted more. 

“What’d Gi say to you?” He says. 

“She threatened to walk.” Midas says. “Said she’d take her third of the mafia with her. Wanted me to join her.” 

“You said no?” Kokoro challenges. 

“I said no,” He retorts. 

“Why?” He says. 

“Hey,” he says softly. “I’m with you Dushen’ka,” He says. “I think you were right. That’s why I did it.”

“Yeah?” Kokoro questions, still bristling, but his confidence starts to falter. “How’d that serve you?” 

Midas meets his gaze, the man’s tired eyes staring so deep into Kokoro’s eyes he felt his image could step forward and climb through the little cornea. 

“Do you have any idea?” He says. “What a weight off my shoulders it would be to not have to pretend? About anything anymore?”  He takes a step forward. “To not live a life built so precariously on a foundational lie? I know you. You lead, I follow.” He takes the oliveblood by the shoulders. 

“I love you Koko, you were right.” 

Some of the tension starts to gradually, slowly fall from Koko’s shoulders. There is something off about these words, but they are comfortable, as easy to fall into as a feather bed. 

“I stole your mail” He says, the last echoes of protest bouncing off the walls with a quiet death. 

“Yeah, and you stole a Rembrandt from me 30 sweeps ago. What’s another double cross between a laundry list of them longer than Alternia’s circumference. It’s what we do. There are things more important to both of us than that.” He says, cupping the other man’s cheek. 

Kokoro sighs, falling into his touch. 

“What do you need from me?” Midas repeats. “What’s the plan?”

“The plan is fucked” Kokoro says. “If Gi walks. I need her numbers.”

“Then we’ll think of another one,” He says, wrapping his arms around the troll. “It’s so simple, Dushen’ka” He says, and Kokoro looks up at him, the oliveblood caught on every word, or maybe caught up in the warmth of his arms, the bigger trolls scratchy chin resting on his forehead. The ease of it all. It would be lovely for things to be simple, to be able to believe that, for even a moment. 

“We kill Gihyun” Midas finishes. And Kokoro blinks, stiffening like a cold wind had just overtaken him, immediately and completely.

“We blame the fleet.” He continues, as if it were a list, as if it were reasonable, inevitable, rational. “All of her favorites- will want revenge so badly. They’ll hop right on board with us. We’ll be heroes to them.” He lists, running a hand through his hair. 

The ever calculating, untrustful soul of Kokoro Kimura scrambles to whir up, to decide his next words. 

No way on heaven or earth they would do such a thing. Not for a moment. Not as a hypothetical. Not as a bluff. Not if he was offered all the riches in the world- not if the fleet handed him Tes Roven on a silver platter, not if it was the only way to save ten drowning kittens. In no universe, in no world, in no solemn hidden corner of the galaxy, in no shady closet or open hallway or darkest corner in his mind. Would Kokoro Kimura kill Gihyun Yupark. 

But he could not say that, could he?

This was moves and countermoves- it had to be. Midas must be testing his loyalty, his faith. If he failed, the purpleblood would probably go straight to the fleet. If he protested, the man might lash out. If he said no, he would have no power over Midas- he would have nothing but the tense bridge of love offered between them that could be retracted at any moment. 

He would have to agree. He would have to agree, and then insist on taking the matter into his own hands, to buy him time, to keep Midas from doing it himself. But he must do it only after just enough protest that he finds it genuine. But not so much protest he was angered. 

“There has to be another way,” He says slowly. 

“Koko, she’s as good as killed you by not siding with you on this” Midas says. “She betrayed the gang- threatened to tear it apart. Would you accept this from any subordinate? Would you ever be able to trust her again? She doesn’t believe in you like I do.” 

“Midas” He pleads. “It’s Gi.” 

“Power like the kind you want,” he says, “does not come without a price. Is not maintained without ruthlessness. You know that.” He says. “I don’t like it anymore than you do. But there is no other way. She could be going to her staff right now. We don’t have time to hesitate.” 

He is silent for an age. The weight of hours and days folded into the solemn contemplation of but a minute or two. 

“Okay” He says. “I’ll do it.” He promises. 

Midas releases his grip on him, lifting the man's hands in a picture of knighthood and loyalty. 

“Have strength,” He says, kissing his knuckle. “I’ll see you on the other side, Koko.” 

The oliveblood takes a deep breath. 

And exits the room.

This was the last time they spoke to each other. I could not tell you which man was the better liar. Facades atop facades. Masks over masks. Treachery and loyalty and love and pain. They had perfected it, they expected it from each other. Words to them were not a vessel to truth as much as they were means to an end. Did Midas believe Kokoro? Did Kokoro believe Midas? 

It doesn’t matter. 

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It is 300 sweeps ago. I would say it was the same night, but the hours have since passed barely into the next day’s morning. Kokoro bursts into Gihyuns door without knocking. 

“Gi!” He yells. 

“Here to talk me out of it?” She retorts, having cracked open the window in her office to smoke. 

“Midas wants to kill you” he says. 

“Is that a threat?” She retorts. 

“Of course not!” He snaps. 

“Gonna sound so offended?” She says. Taking a long drag. 

“You think I’d kill you!” He accuses. 

“Who’s to know, Koko?” she says. “Everybodies lost their minds. Everybody heard ‘GHB over Tes Roven’ and got dollar signs in their eyes so big they can’t process reality anymore. Who gives a fuck.” 

“Did you even read my letter?” He retorts. 

“I skimmed it,” She says. “Then I was so blinded by your stupidity I had to lay down for a second.” 

“I’m not doing this for money.” He says, quietly. “I wanted to make a difference.” 

“Then you should have kept your mouth shut,” Gihyun says. 

“Easy for you to say,” he says. 

“Soo…?” She says. 

“Sooo…?” He echoes. 

“All those bastards you pissed off are coming” She says. “What’re you waiting for?”

“I had to make sure you’re okay,” He says. 

“Koko,” she says softly. “You’re an idiot.” She says. “He played you.” 

Kokoro pauses, squinting up at her. 

Gihyun closes the window, walking back over to her desk. She picks up a sealed letter, with Midas’s moon wax seal pressed onto the envelope. 

“Your boyfriend already wrote back to the fleet.” She says. 

“You fucking. Mail gremlin” Kokoro blurts out without thinking. 

Gihyun blinks incredulously, affronted.  

“Excuse me?” she retorts, tossing him the thing. 

Kokoro opens it, parsing its contents. 

“He said yes to their offer” she summarizes. “He probably only told you all that shit about killing me to distract you. And it worked.” She says, throwing up her arms. 

“You have the letter,” He says. “It didn’t get sent.” 

“The fleet’s coming anyway.” She replies. “He can just tell them in person.” 

Kokoro begins to pace, as he had been earlier, erratically. 

“The two of us could take him,” He says. 

“The two of us?” She replies. 

He pauses. “Yes, Gi, the two of us.” He says. “Whatever you feel about me you must know we’d be better at it than him.” 

“Yeah.” She says. 

“Things were better,” Kokoro says. “When he was just a figurehead.” 

The jadeblood sighs. “He was my friend before he was yours. Yet…he’s clearly made his choice” She says, gesturing at the letter once more. “I hate to say I prefer anyone as a puppet. But yeah, we might have fucked up giving him access to unconditional power and acclaim. Went straight to his head.  Now he’s trying all the sneaky, backhanded shit he learned from you.”

“From you too.” 

“From both of us,” She says. “He put my life on the table,” Gihyun recalls. “That was too far.”

“It was a bluff.” Kokoro defends. 

“You believed him without question,” she retorts. “You did not hesitate for a second to run here. You cannot tell me you trust the man. 

“No further than I trust you” he retorts. 

Something like hurt flashes across the woman's face, but it’s gone in an instant. 

“Liar,” Gihyun says. 

“This is not…” He sighs. “This is just- part of the game. He fucked us over, fine. But is that the last line in the sand? How come he’s irredeemable and we’re not? Have we not killed? Have we not betrayed? Have we not fucked each other in desperate, personal ways.” 

“I thought you were meant to be making the case” She says. “To team up against him” 

“I am,” He says. “But not to kill him.” 

“I see,” She says.

He sighs in answer. “So you’re in?” 

She stares. “So what, then, joint leadership until the next time you decide to fuck me over?” 

“That's the business” He says. 

“I’m sick,” She says. “Of the fucking business.” She narrates, as he continues to pace. “How many centuries- two hundred sweeps- have the three of us been trading double crosses and lies and fucking each other over over and over again.” She throws up her hands.

“Then leave” He hisses. “But let me keep your crew.” 

“You really think this,” Gihyun gestures, “Is what love is supposed to look like?”

He stops, again, his back to the woman. 

“That’s besides the point.” He stutters. “You’ve fucked me over” He retorts. “Just as many times- if not more- than I’ve done to you.” 

“So what?” She stutters. “I’m not allowed to say this is awful?” 

“You started this” He retorts. 

“I what?” She replies. 

“You think I haven’t been keeping track?” He replies. 

“Of the ongoing, endless game of treachery all three of us have been engaged in since we were what, s-” 

“Seven” Kokoro retorts. “When we were seven you two fucked me over on that pocketwatch scam.” 

She stares at him for a long, long time. “SO?” She says. “That’s your- justification??? That’s your moral highground??? Decades of this bullshit because what?? Me and Midas played a mean prank on you when we were teenagers that barely would have cost you 20 caegars? Are you fucking kidding me?” She says, stepping forward, looming over the smaller troll. 

He seems not sure how to respond to this. Wrapping his arms around himself. 

“This is not about moral highground.” He says. “There is none.” 

“What is it about?” She says, sitting down, putting out her cigarette on an ashtray. “Suffering the most?”

He closes his eyes. 

“You deserve better,” She gestures. “Than a life of constantly looking over your shoulder. I deserve better. We both do.” 

Kokoro does not know what to do, unsteady and uncomfortable with this sudden and complete vulnerability. As fragile and untrustworthy to him as it had been when it came from Midas’s mouth. Gihyun stares at him, for a long moment before she begins to understand he never intends to look him in the eyes. So she stops offering that piercing gaze, her eyes turning to the window. 

“I’ve been thinking about going to college,” she says. 

“What?” He says. 

“Don’t laugh.” She warns. “I know I'm two hundred.”

“What would you- what would you study?” He says, still uneasy, but this road of conversation is easier to him than grand declarations of who deserves what. 

“I have no idea” She laughs. “I just remember. When we were kids. Mugging people on street corners. Talking about all the shit we would do once we pulled off one, huge, enormous job that would set us for life. Talking about what we wanted to do with our lives. When all this'' she gestures grandly at the walls of their casino on the top of the hill. 

“Was just fantasy and signs scribbled on old notebook paper and scraps. I remember you said you wanted to go to college. I forget what I said.” She says. “We’re rich now. But we never did all that shit.” 

“How will you- have the time, with the gang” he says. 

“Don’t you get it, Koko?” She says, not yet looking back at him. “When I said I’m done, I’m done.”

He is silent in answer. Some part of his brain was still protesting that this was a play. 

“So it’s just over?” He says. “We’re over?” 

“What were we to begin with, Koko? Me, you and Midas barely act like we even like each other.” 

“I made this place,” he says. “From the ground up. Can you just say this once” He stumbles. “That this isn’t fair?” 

She stares at him. “This isn’t fair,” she says, quietly. “Of course it should have been you. In any just, reasonable world, it should have been you, it should have been you from the start. Me and Midas all we ever had was brutality, but you, were the beating heart of all of this. And without you Tes Roven never even would have existed at all.”

“So I just have to stay here” he says, trying to keep the waver from his voice. “And sort out this mess?” 

She opens her mouth to remind him he made this mess in the first place, but stops herself. It was probably bound to happen, one way or the other, it won’t help her case.

“That’s up to you.” She says, instead. 

He finally meets her gaze. “What do you mean?” He says softly. 

She steps forward and takes his hands in hers, in a sudden and complete show of the desperation she had been scared to voice. “Come with me” she pleads. “Don’t you think being moirails could be more than just a game to us?” 

Kokoro stares, dumbfounded. Even the echoes of violent paranoia within him unable to conceive how them both leaving the mafia could be some sort of mind game. Such an open show of affection is not as easy for them as it would someday come to be. He is taken completely aback. Against his will, against every tyrannically oppressive and restrained bone in his body. Tears begin to fill his eyes. 

“Why would you wait till I’m about to die?” he chokes. “To say such a thing to me?” 

“I thought you weren’t going to die,” she replies. 

“I wasn’t.” He stutters, attempting to compose himself, glancing away. “I’m not.”

“You want me to be honest, Koko?” She says. “I believe you could do it. I believe whatever insane, mindfucky game you had in mind when you sent that letter could work. I know you wanted them to count on an assumption of your stupidity. I know somewhere in my heart that you just might have scraped by the skin of your teeth into some position of power” She says. “But this isn’t a battle you just have to win once.”

“If you help any kind of real power- attached to your real face- your real name- there would be a target on your back that could never be washed off. They’d never stop coming for you. They’d never stop assuming your weakness and hating your ambition. You wouldn’t have to win a once in a lifetime battle once. You’d have to do it a thousand times. You would have to do it every single day for the rest of your life. And I know you. And I can’t imagine you doing that without giving more of yourself than it's ever healthy to give.” 

“This isn’t about me,” he says, staring at the floor. 

“It isn’t?” 

“I have a duty,” he says, gesturing to the window. “To these people.” 

“You have a duty to yourself!” She snaps. “You have a duty to the people who care about you!”

“This is bigger than one troll,” he retorts. 

“Why do YOU SPECIFICALLY have to save Alternia, Koko!! Why is that YOUR burden?” 

“I can’t stand it,” He says. “The world being the way it is.”

“Well, that’s not your fault” She retorts. 

He closes his eyes. Gripping Gihyuns hands around his like a lifeline. He takes a deep breath, one that fills corners of his body and mind he didn’t even know we’re empty. 

“Fine,” He says. “What about Midas?” he says. “What about the fleet coming to kill me?” 

“You’re the genius, Kokoro. We still have four or so hours. Think of a way out.” She pleads.

The oliveblood stares up at the ceiling, blinking. Slowly, he begins to pace, back and forth, the gears of his mind whirring up again. He walks back and forth for a long time. The few hours they have left stretching out before him in between footsteps. Trying to put it all together. Trying to find his play. He could make it all fit together- somehow, someway. But every chess player knows most victories must come with sacrifices. Try as he might, he can no longer imagine coming away with everything he intended when he started this fight. Fleeting fantasies of convincing Midas of the same thing Gihyun had just convinced him here, enter his mind. 

Would he even listen, at this point? And what about the city? Could he truly just leave him here- without warning or explanation. To rule without knowing the weight of such a duty. But he is still embittered by that one final betrayal the purpleblood had placed on his doorstep. Flashes of anger and emotion infecting his train of thought, invisibly and dangerously. He is young. He is prideful. He can’t stand not being the last to speak in an argument, to leave it on the opponents note. He’s trying to be a better man, isn’t he? That’s his prize at the end of it all, that’s the future that carries him forward. Glimmers of it slip through his thoughts but the vision is hazy- he doesn’t yet know this theoretical man of tomorrow. He could not act on his wishes- his vices, before he even discovered him. He can only come down and stare at the gloved, reliable, slippy and treacherous hands of the troll Kokoro Kimura is-

Right now. 

So he pieces together one last double cross. The deception inherent in it folding beautifully under his mind's touch. He has it- he has a way everybody ‘wins’. His body stumbles. The shining ideal of a life without carrying a city on his back glittering to him like a mirage. He stops, abruptly and suddenly. 

“We have to let him have it,” he says slowly. “He wants Tes Roven- he has to have it” He says, gripping Gi by the shoulders. “And we run and we run and we never look back” he promises. 

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Five months ago, Sunset watches the sunrise on Alternia through a filtered, grayed and blue tinted haze. The balconies of Rollyn’s mansion had UV roofs that could be lowered. A new architectural trend amongst rich Alternians that can afford it. They came down and clicked into the fence that surrounded the small area when the sun rose. Trace amounts of real sunlight poked through vents at the top of the thing that let in fresh air. They left soft yellow rectangular lines across the room, like sun peeking through a storm, or the leaves of a tree, dappled and gentle. It was good for plants- They had placed a variety of succulents that filled the air with the pleasant scent of greenery. 

It was peaceful. Lovely, even. But something was still missing. How could one truly see or understand the beauty of sunrise through thick layers of glass. Washed out by the UV blockers, his impression of the day is blank and soulless, the warmth and fire and richness of color in it trapped just a few feet away. Inside the room, he hears the soft sound of the rustling of stuffed animals, a small pair of slippers being slipped into by a bedside. Footsteps making their way across the floor, as soft and practiced as a dancers. 

“Go back to bed,” He says. 

“What are you doing?” Rollyn retorts, in the balcony’s doorway, resting a hand on her hip, her other holding close a giant frog plushie. The troll's hair is still held loosely in a bunch of curlers. Her eyes squinty and blinking in the light. 

“I can’t sleep,” He says. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t either.”

“Come back to bed.” She says. 

“There’s no point,” He replies. “I already know I won’t be able to get back to sleep now that I’ve awoken.” 

“I have a melatonin,” She offers, walking up next to him, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

“They make me groggy,” He says. 

“Come take a bath with me, it’ll calm you down.” They try, one more time. 

“Rollyn.” He says, simply. 

The cerulean pauses, staring into the man's soft eyes, so often clouded over with restraint and pain, as if his face was a sieve he only let some things slip through. The rest caught and kept and looked over in dark corners of painful memories in a careful process of dissection. She pauses, taking his hand. 

“I’ll stay up with you.” She says. 

“You have work tomorrow,” He replies. 

“So do you.” She says. 

He sighs, his hand going to his face and rubbing his eyes. He squeezes his other hand in her own. 

“What’s wrong?” Rollyn says, resting their head on his shoulder, watching the sun continue to rise. 

He thinks on this, still staring forward into the light. When he speaks, he speaks as he always does, in riddles, in half truths, in vague, overarching concepts that most can find no specifics within. He would not give you a piece of his heart without a backdoor of deniability. 

“You ever feel like your life is a path that's already set out in front of you,” He says. “That there's no way to sway from. Every turn you try to take loops around and back to here. All roads lead to here. Any choice I ever could have made wouldn’t have changed the person I am now. It’s driven by some greater course that I can’t comprehend. That I am scared to even consider”

“It’s a little early for philosophy,” She says. “Are you talking about g-d?” They pause. “I think you chose to be here Sunset. I don’t think anything is set in stone.” 

“Does a bird choose to fly?” He says. “Or is born with a set of wings and the dream of the sky in its pocket.” 

“I thought you didn’t believe in fate” She says, lifting her stuffed animal from slipping out of her grip. “You’re the only Rovenian I know who doesn’t toss coins at those little Kokoro shrines.” 

“I don’t believe in that kind of fate” He says. 

She exhales, laughing. “I didn’t know there were different kinds,” She says. “Does it really matter?”

“Yes,” He says. 

“Then what kind of fate do you believe in?” They challenge. “Explain it to me.” 

He inhales, resting his head on hers. 

“The merciless kind” He says.

“Well” She sighs, watching his eyes deepen, pulled away by the distant horizon. She turns her head up towards his neck. “Kind of takes all the fun out of it, doesn’t it? That’s the saddest way to look at it.” 

“Fate was supposed to be fun?” He laughs, lifting his head, caught off guard by her dismissal. 

“Yes,” They say, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “It's a prankster. It’s a silly little animal that can’t be caged or caught, like the roadrunner in looney tunes. Dancing around gunshots and delivering karma. The prideful spend a lifetime running after it only to realize they’ve walked right off a cliff. You be careful chasing that thing," she says. 

“Or one day you’ll look down and see there's nothing beneath your feet.”

[dia-souls]

DIABOLIK LOVERS: Ruki Birthday Special Drama CD “The disaster birthday ”

Original title: 災害の誕生日

Source: Fanmade Tokuten Drama CD

Story: Admin Afra

Seiyuu: Suegara rie, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei, Tatsuhisa Suzuki, Kishio Daisuke

Author Note: Writing this drama CD is one of the most rewarding experiences of my writing. The Mukamis are a good family and planning a disastrous party is an endless favor to their brother lol . Happy birthday to Master Ruki. <3

_This scene begins in Kou's room.

Yui: Kou-kun, please help me with this.

Kou: Huh? M-Neko-chan, you are very persistent today. Didn't I tell you that Ruki doesn't care about birthdays? I don't even think that he remembers that today is his birthday.

Yui: How can you say that? Birthday is an important day in everyone's life. I'm sure it's important for the Ruki.

Kou: Maybe it's important for humans, but it's not important for vampires.

Yui: But...

Kou: Don't worry, M-Neko-chan. I can't help you. Besides, I have more important things to do. My hair is very messy today. I will take care of the club. The appearance of an idol should always be perfect.

Yui: Hah......

*knock knock*

Yui: .....!

_Azusa talks to Kou and Yui from behind the door.

Azusa: Kou .... can I come in?

Kou: Azusa? that's you ? Come in .

_Azusa enters the room.

*Creak*

Azusa: Oh Eve, you are..... here too. Very good . I was..... looking for you .

Yui: Were you looking for me? Why?

Azusa: Yuma is ..... following me. I want.... you to help me.... establish this.

_Azusa shows Yui and Kou a sharp billhook.

*Cling*

Yui: Huh? Azusa It is Yuma's billhook, which helps him to garden. What is it doing in your hand?

Azusa: This is very...... sharp and..... shiny. It is so..... beautiful . I asked Yuma...... to give this to me, but he...... refused. I had a...... sneaky cut.

Yui: Azusa-kun, if Yuma-kun finds out that you took this...

_Yuma suddenly opens the door and enters Kou's room.

*Creak*

Yuma: Oi Azusa. I told you not to touch my things. Now I'm going to give it back.

_Azusa raises the billhook behind his back.

Azusa: The billhook..... is not with me.

Yuma: Stop Azusa. Give me back the billhook .

Azusa: No

Yuma: Haaaaaaaaa??????? Azusa...

Yui: Yuma-kun, Azusa-kun, please don't fight.

Kou: You really didn't find a better place to fight than my room?

Yuma: I'm leaving now. After Azusa give it back to me .

Azusa: But it's sharp and shiny..... it's so beautiful....

Yuma: Ahhhhhh... you really...

Yui: Guys, please don't fight. I have an important message.

Azusa: Oh, what's wrong, Eve?

Yui: Today is Ruki-kun's birthday.

Azusa: Oh, you're right.

Yuma: So what?

Yui: Seriously? Does that mean it doesn't matter to any of you?

Yuma: Birthday has no meaning for vampires, so I think not.

Yui: I wanted to get your help to have a birthday party for him.

Yuma: Well, what is the use of this?

Yui: Ruki-kun will be happy.

Azusa: Really? If Ruki is happy..... with his birthday, I will help you.

Yui: Thank you, Azusa-kun. Kou-kun, Yuma-kun, you also help?

Kou: Not me.

Yuma: I am not interested.

Yui: Oh...

Azusa: You two..... are very.... cruel.

Yui: It's okay, Azusa-kun. If those two people don't help, they won't be able to eat the festive food.

Kou: Food? What is food ?

Yui: I was thinking of making Vongole in Bianco for the celebration.

Kou: .....!

Yui: But if Kou-kun doesn't want to help, I think I should delete this from my menu.

Kou: Wait. I will participate

Yui: Really?

Kou: Of course. Besides, if your loved one doesn't participate, you will be upset.

Yui: Thank you, Kou-kun. How about you Yuma-Kun?

Yuma: I'm still not interested. Give it back Azusa . I want to go back to work.

Azusa: If you don't participate, I won't give you back the billhook.

Yuma: Haaaaaaaaaaa?????? This is very unfair.

Yui: Yuma-kun please.

Yuma: Hah..... very well. I think I have no other choice.

Yui: Hooray. Thank you guys. let's start

*TIMESKIP *

_Kou, Yui and Azusa are cooking in the kitchen.

Azusa: Well, what should..... I do now?

Yui: Add the egg and mix it very gently with the flour.

_Azusa starts mixing the flour.

Azusa: like this ?

Yui: Fufu ..... That's right, Azusa-kun. It looks very good. After the cake is ready, you can add anything you like to make it taste good.

Azusa: Anything?

Yui: Yes, anything.

Kou: Hmmm... I don't know if I can do this. What is the temperature of the oven?

Yui: That's right, the temperature should not be higher than this.

*Phut*

Azusa: .....!

Kou: .......!

Yui: What was that sound?

Kou: Apparently, a balloon burst.

Yui: Oh no. Yuma-kun was supposed to decorate the house. But he is bursting the balloons.

*Phut phut*

Yui: Oh.....no....

_Yui rushes out of the kitchen.

*TIMESKIP *

_Yui enters the living room.

*Phut*

Yuma: Oh fuck, why do these balloons burst so quickly? It's really stupid.

_Yuma bursts into the balloon again.

*Phut*

Yuma: Aaaahhhhhhhhhh

Yui: Yuma-kun, please stop. You are destroying all the decorations.

Yuma: Huh? It's not my fault. These stupid balloons keep popping. I am doing what you said.

Yui: Yuma-kun, you shouldn't push too hard. This is how they crack.

Yuma: Huh? Well, you should have told me this earlier. All of the balloons are destroyed.

Yui: How many balloons are left?

Yuma: Two.

Yui: Oh my God. This is very bad. There are very few balloons and Ruki-kun will return home at any moment. We don't have that much time to buy new balloons.

Yuma: *Sniff*.....*Sniff*....what is this smell? Is there a smell of burnt food?

Yui: *Sniff*... Oh no..... Kou-kun...... Food....

_Yui rushes out of the living room and goes to the kitchen.

*TIMESKIP*

_Yui enters the kitchen.

Yui: Kou-kun..... what's up... what is this smell?

Kou: Tada and Vongole Bianco is ready.

_Yui looks at Kou's food and is disappointed.

Yui: Kou-kun is this food burnt?

Kou: Huh? how is it possible . I did what you said.

Yui: I told you not to increase the temperature of the oven.

Kou: Oh oh..... , I didn't understand what you said when the balloon burst.

Yui: What should we do now? The decorations are destroyed and the food is burnt. This birthday is a disaster.

Azusa: It's okay, Eve. I made..... the cake. We have at ..... least one cake.

Yui: Oh... well, it's good that we have at least one small thing left.

Yui: Fufu... that's right.... Would you like.... to taste it?

Yui: Of course.

_Azusa shows the cake to Yui.

Azusa: Come Eve. try it .

Yui: Okay... just why... is this cake red?

Azusa: You said yourself...... that I can..... add anything..... to make it tasty. I added.... something to...... make it taste better. Come.... try it.

_Yui eats a piece of cake.

Yui: .......! ...... this ..... this .....

Azusa: Is it..... delicious? Eve, tears..... are coming from....... your eyes. Does it..... mean happiness?

Yui: Ha...ha...ha... Azusa, did you add pepper to it?

Azusa: Yes, the spicy taste...... makes your tongue burn. Very....... exciting. it's true ?

Yui: Oh God...

*Phut*

Kou: It's like another balloon burst.

_Yui walks into the living room.

Yui: Yuma-kun.....

Yuma: Fuck. It's like we only have one more balloon.

_Azusa and Kou enter the living room with burnt food and chili cake and place the food on the table.

Kou: Well, now we just have to wait for Ruki to come.

Yui: No, it's not good at all if Ruki sees this situation...

_Ruki enters the room.

*Creak*

Ruki: ......!

_The balloon is released from Yuma's hand and flies around the house.

Ruki: What's going on here?

Kou, Yuma and Azusa at the same time: Happy birthday Ruki.

Ruki: Birthday?

_Ruki looks at Yui angrily.

Yui: Ahahahahaha... Happy birthday... Rukie-kun.....

*TIMESKIP*

_Yui and the Mukami brothers are cleaning the mansion.

Kou: Ahhhh.... I said that he doesn't like his birthday.

Azusa: But I think he was happy.

Yuma: Azusa he forced us to clean up this disaster. It is clear that he is angry.

Kou: This is nothing compared to what is going to happen to M-Neko-chan.

Yui: What do you mean?

Kou: Did you remember that he said to go to his room after you are done? Fufu, I can't imagine how he wants to punish you for this disaster.

Yui: Oh God... please help me.

Happy birthday Ruki

______ The End ______

[rock-pokemon-appreciator]

Can't believe they're really forcing me to do this... Can't be helped, though, unfortunately...

Hello, everyone! I'm sure some of you may already know who I am, but for those of you that don't, (or at least, who don't beyond me being "Kohaku's brother") my name is Hibiki Kimura! I'm a Sinnohan Contest Star, and most frequently seen with either a Gardevoir or Lopunny, though of course, I do have a full team! You're more than free to ask about any of them! I have a non-shiny Lopunny as well, which some may remember, though he retired recently! Still, I'm happy to answer questions about him, too!

I believe that's everything important, though, yes? I should be here until Monday morning, and it's a pleasure to meet all of you!

(Picrew Credit here)

[woundedheartwithin]

You know, I’m a little worried that rgg is just planning on writing Yagami out of the next game

Mild spoilers under the cut

Given how popular the series was in Japan (due in no small part to who exactly portrayed Yagami), I don’t see them just hanging the series up in the event that Kimura Takuya’s agency refuses to come to the table. He was the initial draw, of course, but the series earned its own fan base in the west by having arguably the best writing and gameplay out of any Yakuza/RGG game to date. As much as I hate saying this, Kimura is not needed for another installment to be a success, especially given how viciously some folks seem to hate Yagami just in general, and Kimura’s agency is not giving rgg any reasons to believe that he’s not expendable

But from a canon point of view, LJ being set in Ijincho with Sugiura and Tsukumo’s shiny new detective agency is scary, actually, if you think about the implications, and the Kaito Files kinda confirmed it for me too. Sugiura, one of the main characters of both games, is now in Yokohama. Higashi, another main character in both games, opened another branch of Charles in Ijincho, as well (per the Kaito Files). The crew at Genda Law Office and Mafuyu’s roles in LJ were negligible, aside from Saori (who is technically a player character, and so a main character, and who stated in LJ that she felt like she was being underestimated by both her client and her coworkers)

Kaito, yet another main character, has a brand new family, and there is no way Mikiko actually agreed to move into Kaito’s shitty Kamurocho apartment with all her money and whatever money she got from her dirtbag husband’s estate. That leaves an opening for Kaito to just move to Yokohama with his family. And Yokohama 99 only has one field detective and a pretty high profile win under their belt, so honestly I don’t think it’s all that much of a stretch to see Kaito start working there instead because they need the manpower, and Kamurocho is now too far away to reasonably commute. It’s also pretty reasonable to assume that Jun already goes to school in Yokohama (hell he and Mikiko probably live there) because of his father’s connections with the city (that reunion being held at the Blu Marino every year). I don’t think it was ever explicitly stated that Sadamoto was based in Yokohama, but the implication is there

Not to mention, if the series moved to Ijincho full time, Yagami has stated that he likes working and living in Kamurocho, and his only remaining father figure is still there. I don’t see him leaving, even for Kaito

Idk it’s kinda scary honestly, because Yagami is far and away my favorite character (for more than just his looks I promise), and I love the other characters with all my heart, but I do not want to see Yagami just left behind in Kamurocho while the gang up and moves to Ijincho. And with the whole Saori being engaged to Hoshino angle, I could totally see that souring and Saori bailing to Yokohama as well, especially since she’s expressed quite a bit of discontent at being overlooked and underestimated already. If her relationship with Hoshino goes belly up, I could see her stepping back from Genda’s office entirely and moving to get a fresh start

[vilgramcrimeandpunishment]

Introductions

Prisoner 001 - Kasumi Aisaka

“Oh, hi. I’m Kasumi Aisaka. It’s a pleasure to meet you,”

“I’m not really special…."

"My work is kinda boring, I'd much rather talk about you,"

Ẃ̶̰ẖ̵́ý̶̗ ̵̫̊ş̴͠h̸̺̃o̸̯͋ù̷̞ḽ̴̃d̵̓ͅ ̴͎̅I̵̡̔ ̸̢͑f̵͚̎é̸̗é̶̪l̴͉̐ ̵̝̽s̶͍̊o̸̦̚r̴̙̀r̵̭̈́ý̴͉ ̶̈́ͅf̵̟̒o̷̜̐r̸͇̕ ̶̧̈s̶̝̃ö̴̻m̷̤͘ḛ̴̈o̶̙͆ǹ̷̜e̸̘͌ ̷̤͝e̵̜̿l̶̈ͅš̸̺ē̵͚'̴̟̿s̴̺͠ ̴͓̀m̶͍̌i̶͇̿s̶̹̑t̴̬͆a̶̼̔k̶̫̕ḙ̶͝?̸̖̈́ ̵̮̾

Prisoner 002 - Daisuke Kurosaki

"Daisuke Kurosaki. 24 years old,"

"What else is there to know?"

"God, you're hopeless. I don't intend to be anyone's 'friend' here,"

Ẃ̷̧ĥ̶͔a̴̳͒t̷̛͕ ̶̦̋a̸͉͋ ̵̗͐b̵̺͂o̷̤̊t̸̏͜h̷̺̅e̴̞̾r̸̨͐.̵̝̋.̶̱͒.̵̟͠a̴̺͝n̶̥͐d̴̲́ ̸̖̎n̷̤͠ô̵̲w̴̮̄ ̸̞̅I̷͖̎ ̸̰̀h̶͙͝á̸̦v̴̲͗e̴͍͛ ̷̘̚t̷̛̪o̷̧̍ ̸̻͊ć̴̪l̸̨̒e̸̳͝ả̴̦n̶̯̆ ̷̫̊ụ̸̄p̴͚͂

Prisoner 003 - Haruto Suzuki

"...Haruto....Suzuki...."

"M-My age? I'm...20...."

"S-Sorry....am I in the way?"

N̴̬̆-̷̲͝N̵͉̆ỏ̵͚.̴̗̒.̷͓͋.̷͕́n̴̠̓ò̴͔ ̴̦͗n̸̮̿o̶͖͘ ̶̀ͅn̶̑͜o̷̹͝!̸͇͠ ̷̡̐I̸͙̓ ̴͙̔d̸̠̓i̴̢̅d̸̙̆ṉ̵̋'̴̬͘t̶̗͐ ̴̘̀ḿ̷͎e̶̳̾ạ̵̈n̴̛͕ ̸̦̿t̷͎̾o̵̱͌.̷͖̓.̶͍̊.̴̲̑w̴̤͆ḁ̷̓k̸̟̿e̶̳͝ ̴̭͊ů̷͔p̸̖͌!̵͔͋

Prisoner 004 - Mai Akagi

"Oh? You want to talk to the beautiful me? Hehe, Mai Akagi is the name and smiles are the game!"

"God, did I sound totally lame there? Sorry sorry, teehee! I can make it up by giving you some tickles~"

"Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable, kay?"

W̸͇͐h̷͈̏ã̶̞t̶̜̃ ̵̻͝d̷̼̒o̸̦̔ ̴̜̍y̶̪̋ơ̴͖u̸̘̕ ̶͈͒m̷̫͘e̶͈͂a̷̛͇n̷̑͜?̶̜͛ ̵̱̆T̶͎̐h̴̨̾é̶͉y̸̨̎ ̷̺̐d̸̖̕e̵̟͋s̴̢̉ȇ̸̩r̵͖̉v̸̯̊e̶̡̛d̶͉̃ ̸̩̋i̸̛͖t̵͈̎,̸̦̐ ̵͓̈d̶̞̔i̵̜͑d̸̘͂n̶̤͒'̸͎̌t̸̼̒ ̷̻̓t̷͙͒ĥ̴̻e̴̘̊ỳ̸̺?̶͖̐

Prisoner 005 - Akari Kamizaki

"A-kar-i Ka-mi-zaki!!! What do you get? Akari Kamizaki!!! Akari meaning light! Dazzle, shiny shiny! Bright!"

"Murder? Akari never murdered anyone! How mean to assume that! Hmpf!"

"I don't get what you mean....Oh! This is a super duper secret musical spectacular, isn't it?!"

P̷̺͑a̷͔͂p̵̹̐a̶̰̔ ̴͎͂a̶̹͐n̷̰̓d̷̹͐ ̶͍̔M̸̘͒a̵̤̚ ̵̝̊w̸̠̒as ̸̱͐t̸̘̄h̵̞̔e̶͎̎ ̶̞̈́b̵̬̐e̸͔̊s̴̝̊ť̷͇e̴̳͝s̵̲̀t̷͈̓!̷̫̚ ̶̦̄I̸̭̓ ̶͇͆b̷̜̋è̴̙c̴͈̏a̷̦͝m̶̮͆ė̷̙ ̴̣͝â̷̮ ̵̜̋m̵̗͒u̴��̣ş̷̃i̶̒͜c̸͙̈ä̶̪l̴͕̆ ̸̱̍a̷͐ͅc̵̖̒t̸̝̀r̸̈́ͅḙ̴͝s̴̲̈ṡ̷̜ ̵͍̾j̴̭̊ù̵̠s̵̜͘t̶͖̔ ̷̰̃f̴̧̄ō̶̙r̴̃ͅ ̴̳̃t̷͎̀h̵̤͋ë̶̠́m̸̲̃!̸͝ͅ

Prisoner 006 - Kousei Tachihara

"Kousei Tachihara. A pleasure to meet you,"

"I won't deny I killed someone, but the story is a bit more complicated,"

"Of course it's not an excuse. But I'm not a cold-blooded monster,"

".....Warden-san?"

D̸̔͜ȍ̵̜n̵͇̍'̶͉̎t̸̬͝ ̵̨̔p̶̬͛i̵͔̅s̸͇͊s̸̠̽ ̶̧̋m̴̙͌ȅ̵̘ ̸̪̈́ǫ̵͒f̵̮͆f̸̫͒!̷̝͂ ̶͙̐Ī̵̼ ̵̤̀h̴̭͆ą̵̿t̸̹̍ḙ̶͘ ̸̤̀y̷̖͆o̷̩͆ȕ̸̹,̶̓͜ ̶̖̓j̸̲͆u̶̡̒s̴̨̃t̷̪̃ ̴̨̑d̷̬͊i̶̮̔ë̷͕́ ̶͉̒a̵̙̓l̷̗͠r̷͍͝ẻ̵͙a̴̼͝d̶͕̓y̶̯̎!̸̟͘

Prisoner 007 - Masako Katsura

"Masako Katsura. If you need....anything~ at all, don't be afraid to ask~,"

"Being surrounded by all these beautiful souls is a blessing. Tell me all about yourself, dear~"

"Such exquisite taste~ Please, feel free to talk in that charming voice of yours~"

ṗ̴̯l̸̹̈́e̶̞̒a̴̛͔s̵̮̃e̶̟̾ ̶͇̅r̸͚̀ẽ̶̢m̵̳͛a̴̳̐i̷̫̕ṇ̸̃ ̸͔͌s̵̹̾é̶̠á̶̪t̴̢̔e̶̞͛d̴̝͑ ̸̢͠w̵̩͝i̶̳̽t̴͔͑ȟ̸͇ ̴͚͗y̷͙̔ŏ̸̯ú̴̺r̷̬̔ ̵̟͛s̸͚̾e̶͔͗a̷̢̍t̶̰́ ̷̬̚b̴͕̿e̷̫͑l̸͚̐ţ̸̈́ ̵̺͗f̴̜̍ă̶͙s̴̭͗t̸̥̒è̶̟n̴̯̅ḙ̶̓ḍ̴̆ ̶̜͗a̶̬̍n̵̗̆d̸̰̔ ̷͖́k̴͕̚ḛ̶͛é̶̲p̷͎̑ ̷̟͠t̶̼̂h̷̡̕e̴̤͛ ̵̢̕ả̷̘ì̵̻ș̷̚ḻ̷̈́e̶̦̎s̸̡̚ ̴̳̆c̷̼͆ľ̸͉e̷̪͘a̴̞͋r̸̭͋

Prisoner 008 - Hikari Kimura

"I'm soaringstar180. I was apart of the guild that me and cherryjoy92 made. I have some armor in my--.....oh, you meant my real name. Hikari Kimura,"

"Can I get back to my game now? I just got a lifestone and it's OP. My HP never goes down,"

"Wish I can restore some health. He's crazy powerful,"

"Killed? Do you mean the bosses in video games?"

H̷̱̉o̸̺̊w̷̛̩ ̸̼̓ï̸̞ș̸͑ ̵̞̏ĭ̶̧t̵̒ͅ ̶̖́m̴̱̌y̷͖͑ ̸̨͋f̵̣̋a̴͕͗u̶̦̾l̵̲͆t̴͍̃?̶̱̆ ̷̻͑D̷̈́ͅo̷̙͊n̷̮̈́'̸̦͌t̵͈͆ ̴͈͝b̸̻̋e̷̢̊ ̸̢͋a̴̦͑ ̶̗̈́s̴̯͛o̸̜̎r̴̪̊e̴͚͛ ̵͍̊ļ̶̽ȍ̵͍s̵̳̈́e̵̫͝ř̷͓

Prisoner 009 - Asuka Minori

"Asuka Minori. Hi hi!"

"Hey, give me some breathing room! You shouldn't annoy someone like this when they're not even doing anything suspicious!"

"Easy for you to say! No one takes me seriously!"

Ť̷̘h̷̘͊e̶̱̚ ̶͍͆e̵̱͛x̴̪̽p̷̼̒e̶̼͘r̴̻̾í̶͖ḿ̴ͅe̷̻̽n̶̨̽t̴͚͑ ̵̦̐î̸͚s̶͉̚ ̸͕͠c̶͔͐ȏ̸̜ḿ̸̠p̸̗͠l̴̰̊e̸͈͛ṭ̵͂e̴̝͑.̷͖̑ ̵̦̊Ṋ̴̀ö̶̲́w̸̱͌ ̵͉͠a̸̯̿l̸̫͂ľ̸̤ ̷̺́w̶̗̉ê̶͎ ̸̺̏h̴͔̚a̴̙̕v̷̟́è̵͔ ̴̥͝t̵̰̓o̴̪̕ ̷̦̇d̶̥́o̷̟͂ ̴̻̈́i̵̮̊s̷̙̐ ̶͓̈́d̶͔̅e̸̼̋s̸̙̏t̶̯͊r̴͈̾o̶̞͋ÿ̴͔ ̸͈̔â̸̰n̷̆͜ỹ̴̱ ̸̡̄t̴͎͆r̵͔̊ḁ̷̓c̸̤̽è̷̪s̴̹͝

Prisoner 010 - Raiden Arisawa

"Raiden Arisawa. How are you doing?"

"Heh, not gonna lie, I feel a bit out of place. Surprised to see someone middle aged, huh?"

"I'm just waiting to get this over with. I'll be pretty disappointed if you take pity on someone like me,"

W̶̻͒-̵̘̑W̶̗̿h̵͍̎a̸̮̾t̷̤̀.̶͙̆.̵̭͊.̷̙́W̶̲̄h̷̘̑a̴͚͒t̸̝̓ ̵͇͘i̵̥̋s̶̹̒ ̵̱́t̷̘́h̷̭̓i̷̖͒s̴̞̃?̴̟̃

[generouskittentidalwave]

I'm honestly really happy that people are liking what I'm putting out there so far! It truly does mean a lot to me! ^^

Now without further ado, let's get into the second part of the meanings behind the names in heavens design team!

First up we have the head designer, Tsuchiya (codename: Saturn). His name means earthen house, soil, earth, ground

This is most likely a reference to him being the first designer, and was the one who helped pull everything together. Build everything up from square one. He is the soil that helps make everything grow, and the one that helps to hold things together.

Next is Mizushima (codename: Mercury). His name simply means water island.

Now admittedly this one had me stumped at first on what it meant, but then I took into consideration how Mercury looks up to Saturn a lot. An island is an extention of the earth, separating themselves and going their own path yet still having the base given to them by the earth itself. With Mercury going his on way but still following and being inspired and looking up to Saturn is probably what the meaning implies.

Then we have Kanamori (codename: Venus). Her name means money/metal, forest, gold

This one is probably self explanatory. Venus, just like the shiny metals and gold of the earth, likes to give everything their own form of beauty and worth, and to have a chance to shine brightly in their own way. Each metal is unique and different, yet beautiful in their ways, just like every design they make.

Up next is Higushi (codename: Mars). Her name means mouth of the drain, water pipe, gutter, downspout, conduit.

This is probably a reference to how Mars is the one helps make everything run. She is the one who gives the go ahead and power for the animals they create to be able to live on earth. Just like people need water to run, she gives the power for the animals to run on earth without things going on.

Then we Kimura (codename: Jupiter) who's name means tree village, tree, wood, town, village

This references how Jupiter is supposed to be the village and the town. He is the one that tests things, shows no fear in doing so, and eats everything that he sees. Not much different to how people in a town or village do when they discover something new.

Then we have Unabara (codename: Neptune) who's name means deep sea.

This one is pretty self explanatory, Neptune is given his nickname for a reason as he works with usually marine based animals. This is very important as marine life takes up a lot of ocean ground and the ocean itself takes up just as much territory as the lands do on earth.

Lastly but definitely not least we have Meido (Codename: Pluto). Her name means dark land, underworld.

Again self explanatory. Pluto can be rather misunderstood due to her creations being a lot more out their and different than others. Her creations often have a bad rap about them when in reality they are just trying to survive like anything else. Pluto loves everything she makes, seeing them as cute despite their misunderstood nature. She gives them the chance when others don't.

Now for the insect department we have:

Mushi-bu, the name of all the look alike men that work in the insect department. Their name means insect department.

This requires no deep exploration I kid you not it just means they run the insect department. However that doesn't mean they have little importance. They choose to do the dirty work and make the creatures of earth that a lot of people don't like but are necessary for survival. Their department plays a very important role in keeping the earth functioning normally.

Now, for the plant department we have:

Yo which the name means positive and bright

Then you have Ko, who's name means cultivate, plow, till.

Together these two twin princes make up the meaning of postive planting methods, which fits well for them seeing as they due run the plant department. (Before you ask yes these are their offical names, yes it took forever to find them, and no I don't know which name belongs to which twin as for some reason it was never stated).

For a bonus, Kenta, Saturn's grandson, his name means healthy child.

He is a healthy child pretty much which is good.

So together all their names make up the properties of earth itself. The ground, the islands, the water, the metals, the villages, the plants, animals, insects, and the misunderstood natures of it all. They all represent the very thing that they are giving life too. Not only that but they also represent the foundation of their departments as a whole. One can't go without the other, each and every one of them relies and is affected by eachother.

This is definitely not the end of this name meaning series as there are still plenty of hinted departments that are left unanswered and names in those departments that must have their own meanings. In fact we could use the information of the name meanings of the animal department to decipher the possible name of the possible Uranus and what their role could've been and what it could be now. Feel free to make your own theories about it as well! What I wonder is, why are the animal department the only ones with codenames? If I had to guess it's because they are humans with their own lives back on earth and helps to keep their job identities and discussions a secret. So many questions left unanswered, but I will go into those more next time.

With that, I hope you all enjoyed and I hope you have a lovely day and night. See you next time! ^^

[rosejigglypuff76]

Cookietober 2023 🍪 Day 9 - Rougefort Cookie with One Suspect 🎭 Cookies - Sparkling Cookie & Rougefort Cookie 🥂🃏

The infamous Phantom Bleu has been seen stealing numerous valuable jewels and anything that's deemed shiny & rare. 💎

Not many know about their real identity, which was an elegant librarian from Parfaedia named Rougefort Isui. 📚

Although only his nephew, Sparkling Isui, knows that Rougefort and Phantom Bleu are the same person. 🥂

Which Sparkling chose to keep it a secret for him safe and sound, as Roguefort may be flirtatious as that phantom thief, but never extends beyond that point aside from agile stealing. 💫

Note: In my Kimura AU, Roguefort Cookie uses both he/him and they/them pronouns. The former when he's seen as himself, while the latter is used when they're Phantom Bleu. 🃏

[robotae]

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🗣   you're   here   with   me,   𝐃𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆    !   any   resemblance   to   actual   persons   or   events   is   purely   coincidental,   i   mean—   probably.   you   don't   really   care,   do   you ?   a   system   failure   for   the   masses,   anti   matter   for   the   master   plan.   cyberpunk,   crime,   supernatural,   dark   academia,   pretentious   b*stards,   brats, sweethearts   and   anything   in   between.   explorations   in   character   development,   some   insanity   with   sanity   sprinkled   as   the   𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎   on   top.   mostly   ORIGINAL CHARACTERS,   some   CANON   here   and   there,   who   knows ? who can tell ? not me !   louder   than   G-G-GOD'S   revolver   and   twice   as   shiny   , that's for sure ! 

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> ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

... 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : JUNICHIRO WATANABE ↳ forty3, nonb, they / them. grim reaper incarnate. head detective. fc: dean fujioka

... 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : LACHESIS MOIRAI ↳ thirty7, agender, she / them. one of the fates. tattoo artist. fc: kirby howell baptiste

... 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : LUCIA OTIENO ↳ thirty8, demi woman, she / her. chaos incarnate. bar owner. fc: lupita nyong'o

... 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : MAI KIMURA ↳ thirty6 , demi woman , she / them . consigliere for ???. fc: rina sawayama.

... 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : DANIEL ZHAO ↳ twenty6, demi man, he / him. criminal, the enforcer. fc: justin chien

... 🔒 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : ART CHAISAI SAENGKAEW ↳ twenty5 , cis , he / him. car racer / socialite. fc: naret promphaopun.

... 🔒 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : BAEK JUWON ↳ thirthy1 , non-b , he / him. field agent. fc: woo dohwan.

... 🔒 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : DAEVA AKA MANAH ↳ elevenhundred66, fluid , any. demon. fc: kentaro sakaguchi

... 🔒 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : DAO ↳ ??? , nonbinary , he / them. demon, investigating god. fc: bible wichapas.

... 🔒 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : HARU NAKAMURA ↳ twenty7 , nonbinary , he / them. part of the empire family . fc: honda kyoya.

... 🔒 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : JUDE GYEONG ↳ ??? , agender , he / them. human, half angel, cybernetics tech. fc: lee felix.

... 🔒 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : MERT AKMAN ↳ thirty4 , he / them. ex-warrior, currently doing jobs for $. fc: uraz kaygılaroglu.

... 🔒 𝘓 𝘖 𝘈 𝘋 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘍 𝘐 𝘓 𝘌 : SHIN ILSEONG ↳ twenty6 , nonbinary , he / them. hero + light manipulation / flight. fc: nam joohyuk.

* lock [ ie. 🔒 ] indicates muse is locked to a romantic plot w their respective writing partner. other connections welcome.

> CANON CHARACTERS ( mostly canon-divergent )

leon kennedy ( resident evil ) , noctis lucis caelum ( final fantasy 15 ) , cloud strife ( final fantasy 7 ), akira kurusu ( persona5 ) , kim theerapanyakul ( kinnporsche ), connor ( dbh ) ...

gif credits : x, x

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My old pokemon sketches part 1

My OCs in their costumes for tea party event

Riven Kimura and Shiny Glaceon

Mio Kimura (yes, she's in wheelchair after one accident 😔) and Shiny Silveon

Roman Kimura and Shiny Umbreon

Mio and Roman are twins. Riven is their older brother

[yakvzas]

there wasn't many men that really caught her eye - beyond the money and glittery presents that they would present to her. the man - kimura - whom bought her time for the rest of the night was one whom piqued her interest, her soft, exposed thigh pressed against his that were clad in dark slacks. momoko loved yakuza types, and this man was right up her alley. she loved the way his fingers always guided her gaze to him, unable to look away, though she wouldn't even if she had to - he was such a handsome man.

" i got a shiny new watch from the one regular ... " momoko hummed out, a hand raising to rest against his, bringing his fingers to her mouth so she could press her plump, painted lips against the flesh. " it's not my style. he said it was a proclamation of his love - stupid man thought i was in love with him! " a sing - song laugh escaped her, gaze flicking to meet his sharp eyes.

Nights at the Angel Dust are tradition. The club is packed with members of the Matsuda and the Inagawa kais, meeting, reuniting, celebrating. Kimura's booth is shared with some of his closest brothers from the clan, the lights are dimmed, the air is thick with smoke and of course, each member got his girl. Bills down the table as bets have been made and loud laughters follow each time it's a loss for one of them, glasses getting emptied in the loud and warm atmosphere. Momoko ( @yakvzas ) is Kimura's girl, she's always sititng right next to him. His cigarette in one hand, his other arm up on the couch seat as his body's is orientated towards her. "You got some pathetic men for me today, Baby?" He questions, razor smirk on his lips. He enjoys the stories of these sad asses clients who pour their month salary out for her. Not cause he cares about the money the Matsuda kai makes no, it just amuses him and well, she makes the stories funny for him. The tip of his index finger pushes her chin up as the space between their faces is reduced, he looks at her. "They got you presents?"