#they decide to do a spirit box session next to it

[soupmanspeaks]

the topic of Helpy makes me go insane /pos like I have this headcanon that William/Springtrap just, DESPISED Helpy because William took heaps of pride from the Funtime line of Animatronics, he saw it as his son's crude mocking of HIS creations, when in reality its just Michaelangelo S Afton trying to use humor to once again cope with the horrors™️ Like I've probably said this here before but I headcanon that Helpy found his way into the PizzaPlex's marketing is because after the FNAF6 fire he just was under the rubble remarkably preserved or something and instead of going into the RockStarRow Museum, the FazExecs had dollar signs in their eyes and were like "yeah, that one will make us bank, ong" Ive also probably said this (bad memory sozzz) but a headcanon to go in tandem with that headcanon, is that Glamfreddy sighs in resignation whenever he passes by one of those Helpy monitors (he wasn't paid royaltys <//3 ) AND LIKE I GOTTA KNOW WHAT (glam)MIKE WOULD THINK OF THE ENTITY THAT IS SATAN DISGUISING HIMSELF AS AN AGENT OF LIGHT (Helpi) WOULD HE FEEL SAD? ANGRY? AT THE MIMIC? THE COMPANY?! please the topic of helpy is so interesting PLEAs-

[dani-says-stuff]

Robert the Doll

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Nate Hardy x fem!medium(?) reader

Summary: You follow the boys to Key West and visit Robert the Doll.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: creepy stuff, hauntings, some language, Robert the Doll, probably an inaccurate spirit box session, inconsistent capitalization, and ok writing

Dialogue Key:

Y/N

Nate

Sam

Colby

Spirit Box

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“Hey, all I’m saying, is if I get cursed by doing this, I’ll personally murder the both of you and take over your channel” you spoke with a sickly sweet smile while approaching the large glass case where Robert the doll was sat.

The boys had decided the perfect way to start the night, was to do the very thing you were all warned not to. what could possibly go wrong?

unlike the boys, you decided to smile in your picture. candids rarely look good, and if you’re getting cursed tonight, you’re going to look great doing it.

Nate stood infront if you ready to take your picture. If you focused hard enough, it almost felt like one of the cute impromptu photoshoots he’d insist on during dates, not taking a picture with a creepy doll. Well- at least until you heard it.

Your smile strained and eyes widened, “Nate- are you done yet?”

the flash finally went off and he pulled the camera down, looking to you with furrowed eyebrows, “yeah… why?”

you whipped around, facing the glass. “I just heard- please tell me you heard that” you spoke turning to the two boys recording off to the side.

Sam and Colby looked at each other, then back to your panicked face, “uh, no? what did you hear Y/N?”

you quickly backed up next to nate, who quickly wrapped his arm around your shoulders. ”It sounded like someone was tapping against the glass.”

Colby was stunned for a moment, dropping the camera down and looking at you with wide eyes, “are you serious? right before the picture?”

Sam, on thé other hand, quickly took the camera and rushed to the case, trying to figure out whatever it was you’d heard.

“I don’t see anything.” the blonde called back to you, “i mean there are finger prints but it’s also a museum” he shrugged, “a ton of people probably touch the glass.”

you hummed, “yeah, can we move on now?” you laughed nervously, “i’m good with ghosts and stuff, but dolls have always freaked me out.”

nate reached a hand out to the doll, knowing how superstitious you could be, “no offense of course-”

“oh of course not!” you spoke quickly cutting your boyfriend off, “You’re, uh, you’re a beautiful doll! i’ve just never- look i even thought barbie’s were creepy!”

the room was quiet for a second before you began to laugh, finally realizing the ridiculousness of your mini word vomit. to a doll.

The boys began laughing as well, “oh my god” sam whipped his eyes, “I really wish i hadn’t turned off the camera now-”

The four of you laughing harder as you left the room, Sam turning the camera back on and angling it to get everyone in frame, “Ok, I don’t know if that was a bad idea-”

“It was definitely a bad idea” you scoffed.

“Yeah, N/N heard somethings while taking her picture.” nate grimaced.

Sam looked back guilty, “yeah- definitely was a bad idea… but we did that at the beginning of the night to see if the curse was real.”

“i bet you $10 it’s real” you whispered up to nate.

he laughed softly before leaning down, planing a kiss on the top of your head, “yeah, absolutely not, no chance it’s not real.”

“yeah, 10,000 stories? no shot it’s not real.”

“exactly.”

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“I also heard that this was the Harry Potter portal-”

“no way in hell dude!“ you yelled out, “old fireplace with creepy attachements? oh yeah that definitely screams harry potter to me.”

Colby simply shrugged, getting in a stance to run straight into a brick wall.

“hey” you quickly spoke up after your friend face planted the wall, “if i do that, can you edit me going through the wall? please?”

They did. Later on the video would colby running into the wall, falling with a groan, and then you jumping straight through. you may have gotten an attachment from it- but hey, you only live once.

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“well- at least it smells a lot better in here.” you looked around, “and it feels a lot less crowded that’s for sure.”

Colby looked at you like you were insane, “dude i don’t know what you’re talking about it still feels creepy in here.”

“i didn’t say it wasn’t creepy- just less crowded”

“Oh that’s right,“ sam turned the camera, placing himself in the frame with you behind him, “if you’re new or haven’t seen our other videos with Y/N, they’re a medium-”

“i wouldn’t exactly say that” you laughed softly.

“ok… not like Amanda, they can’t see anything like she can and stuff, but Y/N is hypersensitive to these things. You can see in other videos, and probably this one as well, that a lot of her feelings end up matching with what our equipment will say.”

You left the boys downstairs to fill in the viewers on the history, going up the stairs to look around until they catch up.

“alright,” nate called out as he climbed the steps, “how’s it looking?”

you turned to the boys, “well- pick one” you pointed to the stairs and the door behind you, “Robert or Anne?”

“which one do i want to know?” sam asked nervously.

you shrugged, “neither is too horrible yet, one just gives off a lot more energy than the other. The stairs to the attic just feel heavy, almost foreboding? Meanwhile when i walked in Anne’s room it felt very sad and scared. a bit like- retained or constricted too.”

Nate nodded quickly, “that makes sense, she wasn’t allowed to play her music, she would feel sorta constricted.”

“True imagine having to spend youre entire life unable to do the thing you love because your spouse wanted to be the center of attention.” colby spoke up, “that must be horrible.”

Nate looking down to you with a raised eyebrow, causing you to scoff, “Babe, as much as i love being the center of attention, i’d never do that to you.”

he smirked, throwing an arm around you and leading you through the door, “just making sure.”

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after a promising conversation with anne that confirmed most of what you thought, you all made your way to the attic.

Even after Sam’s weird chest pain, which you insisted he take a moment for, the blonde was persistent.

You walked up to the stairs, barely placing a foot on the step before nate grabbed your wrist, “absolutely not” he muttered, moving you behind him, “you’re not going first.”

“i’ve done enough stuff like this before, it’s fine.” you sighed, watching him go up.

“yeah, but this is an old building with an old attic, we don’t know how stable it is up here.”

you flushed a bit as you climbed up behind him, grabbing his hand as he helped you up. Sam and colby’s abnoxious ‘awww-ing’ behind you was definitely not helping to relive your embarrassment.

You looked around, “yeah i definitely don’t like it up here.” you muttered to yourself, moving to investigate a further section with nate basically glued to your side.

unfortunately, the boys overheard your words. standing back at the entrance and whispering to the camera with matching mischievous smiles, “well, Y/N is definitely not going to be a fan of the solo investigations then“

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After going over to check out the hospital, the four of you went back to check on the polaroids you’d all taken earlier that night.

They flipped the four over, all of you momentarily forgetting about the extra photo you’d taken. The false sense of security you’d gained seeing four photos placed perfectly on the bannister evaporated the second the fourth picture was flipped, revealing a second photo of Colby.

You’re face paled, “guys… where’s mine?“

nate grabbed your hand, “did we just knock it over on accident?“

colby flashed the light, catching a hint of white peaking out from the banister. “Oh, found it. at least it landed face down so it could still develop.“ He spoke trying to find a bright side to this. especially since it had landed directly against the glass.

Sam walked over when Colby had frozen, rapidly turning the photo over. Colby had reached over showing it to him. The blonde quickly gasped, “no way.”

“what?“ you looked between them frantically, “what is it?“

“turns out the photo didn’t land upside down.“ Colby looked up at you, flipping it so you could see as well, “it’s just blank on both sides.“

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“Ok, so, now that we’ve done our little portraits“ you spoke up from the floor, “where are we going for our solo investigations. I just know you two have something planned.“

“What?“ Colby gasped offended, “What would make you say that Y/N? we would never!”

you raised an eyebrow at the boy, “the way you and sam are looking at me right says otherwise.”

Sam stepped forward, camera in hand, “ok, so you may be right.“

“i’m always right.“

“damn straight”

“We thought, while i go to the tunnel and colby goes on his own… both you and nate could investigate robert.”

you turned to your boyfriend, both of you wearing wide smiles, “oh, that’s not too bad.”

“we get guest privileges!“ nate cheered.

“oh no no no“ colby laughed, “you’re not exactly doing it together.“

Sam smiled mischievously, “since Robert and Gene had a bond-”

“oh no.”

“-and you both also have a bond… we thought we could replicate that tonight.”

“oh no.”

“Nate, you will stay with robert, and Y/N will go back up to the attic.”

your jaw dropped at the blondes words, “you’re kidding.”

“nope, wouldn’t it be cool if your answers aligned? like through a spiritual connection?”

you sighed, moving forward and ripping the large flashlight from Colby, gathering some equipment, “i hate you two.”

you moved to your boyfriend, hugging him tight before you left to go to the attic. “i love you, be safe.“ nate quickly parroting the words back and kissing the top of your hair.

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you turned on the small camera you brought, filming blair witch style as you climbed the stairs, “this fucking sucks.”

you sat in the most central part of the attic you could after setting up a music box by the entrance, your drawing to your right, spirit box in hand, and camera facing you.

“Hello to any and all spirits that can hear me right now. There’s a music box over there that will go off if you pass by it, and i have a spirit box right here. It uses radio signal to piece together words and allow you to talk to me. You can use either of these things as well as any other medium you wish, like knocks or thuds, to answer my questions or you can completely ignore me if you wish. I do not want to make you uncomfortable so only do what you want to, there is no pressure.“

you turn on the spirit box, and wait. you turn, addressing the camera, “guys, we said it earlier“ you spoke fanning yourself, “but it is so incredibly-“

hot.

your eyes widened looking to the device, “yes, hot. it’s hot very hot in here”

a hum came through the box next, seemingly agreeing with your words.

“ok“ you breathed out, “so there’s someone in here?“

Yes.

“who are you?“

many.

your brow furrowed, “are there many spirits here.“

no.

am many.

then it clicked. the doll. one robert, but many spirits inside of him. “Am i talking to robert right now?“

no answer. you we’re about to rephrase you question when the music box went off behind you.

“hello? has someone else joined us.“

yes.

“what is your name?“

A

“A?” you tilted your head in thought, “Anne? is that-“ the music box went off.

you smiled in the direction of the music box, “Anne if that is you thank you for coming up and joining me. i appreciate it.”

stuck

“are you stuck here?”

together

you sighed sadly “are you stuck here with robert and gene?”

no

“then how are you stuck?”

the same words came through the radio, closer this time.

stuck

together

follow

you sat, back facing your camera, surely colby will have a blast editing the sound to make it less muffled, but if Anne came to the attic to speak to you, it only felt fair to generally in her direction.

you

with you

once again a soft smile graced your features, “you’ve stuck with me tonight?” you questioned

yes

the box spat out immediately

yes

protect

“Anne, am i right when saying youve been following us tonight and protecting us?“

no.

you.

you nodded, “saying that you’ve been following me and protecting-“

yes.

you smiled softly at the word, “thank you anne, i really appreciate that.” you paused, allowing anyone to speak if they wished, “Anne, was that robert? before you came up?“

yes

left.

“robert left?”

yes

“where did he go? do you know where he went?”

man

black jacket

“black jacket man?” nate. nate was wearing a black jacket earlier. “Are you talking about nate?“

yes

left to talk

you made a mental note in your mind, making sure to ask him if he ended up getting anything in his investigation. you we’re about to ask another question to the woman, but she cut you off first.

go.

she was just talking with you so nice and calmly and then just- go?

sick.

help.

go.

you reached back picking up the camera and facing it in the direction of the music box, which seemed to go off periodically as if someone was pacing.

“i don’t understand.”

running

help

sick

go

“a-are you saying that something is coming here? i should go?” you could feel your heart beating fast. the spirit box rapidly spitting words and increasing sense of stress in the room wasn’t helping.

tunnel

sick

run

boy

mistake

you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, and basically did when the robotic voice said the word right as you read it off the text message.

sam

mistake

it was a message from sam, something had happened and to please come back and meet up so he could explain.

mistake

mistake

suddenly the music box stopped, nothing came through the radio, and the feeling of anxiety dissipated, leaving only the eerie heaviness you felt the first time.

you quickly gathered all your equipment, and rushed down the stairs and back to the museum.

You have a strong feeling you were being followed the entire way back, but you didn’t worry now that you knew it was only anne, rushing along side you as you went to your friends.

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you eventually found him sitting in the grass, “Yo! Sam, are you alright?“

“i think i just had a new experience…“

you sat next to him, out of breath from running, “slightly random question” he nodded, “did you get sick?”

Sam looked at you wide eyed, “how in the hell…“

you smiled, spinning in a small circle to look at the empty space near you, “thank you Anne!”

the blonde raised an eyebrow, “anne? what? what are you talking about?”

you only smiled, “i have some absolutely ridiculous footage to show you all”

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after sharing experiences and comparing footage you all decided, before you left, it would be for the best to apologize to Robert.

“Robert, do you accept our apology?“ you asked last.

Get out.

you hummed nervously, ”o-ok, uh, we understand and we’ll be leaving now” you spoke ushering the boys out of the room, “once again we are sorry for crossing the line.”

you walked to the door way, “oh- and thank you anne, if you’re still here, for coming with me tonight.” those were the last words you spoke before booking it out of the building.

That was of course, until the four of you stood in front of the building, firmly stating that nothing was welcome to follow you back to your homes.

…well, you did give anne some leeway incase she ever felt like stopping in again.

Part 2: Your Very Own Attachment

[modelbus]

HIII i love ur writing so much it makes me giggle and kick my feet so srs rn but could u maybe write ranboo x m!reader where the read has the same eye condition as dark days and they go GHOST HUNTING and its DARKER THAN EXPECTED and the reader is just clinging to ranboo and they just think that the reader is scared when he actually just CANT SEE LOL just fluffy.pls…..,..,.. thank u!!

You’ve just given me the highest compliment ever, I strive to make people giggle and kick their feet :D Check out Dark Days first to know what eye condition this is about!

Pairing: CC!Ranboo x Male!Reader

Goddammit Ghosts

Ghost hunting was meant to be fun. It had always been on your bucket list as something you wanted to do, so of course you jumped at the chance to partake in it! Especially as it was for one of Ranboo's videos that probably wouldn't even be posted until next year.

The two of you had carefully planned every detail of your ghost-hunting session. With a little bit of bribery—Ranboo was so fucking rich—Ranboo managed to get an old "haunted" warehouse for the night. That left you in charge of the supplies: flashlights, an EMF reader, something called a spirit box, and a temperature reader. Only the best for what should've been the time of your life.

Upon arrival though, you quickly realized it might not be as fun as you thought. For starters, it was pitch fucking black. You couldn't see a thing! And secondly, maybe you didn't completely think about how scary it would be.

"Right, so you have to explain what these things do for the audience," Ranboo says, their flashlight already on.

"Why me? Why can't you?" You ask.

"You bought them!"

"Right." Grabbing the first object, you hold it up. "This is an EMF reader, apparently it detects the strength of electromagnetic fields. Fuck if I know what that means. This one is a spirit box. I'm pretty sure it flicks through different radio stations and outputs white noise that might become words. If you don't know what flashlights and temperature readers are then you're just a fucking dumbass and I can't help you."

Your remark makes Ranboo laugh, eyes crinkling.

"Are you ready?" He asks, flicking on his flashlight.

Yours is already on, but you take a small step closer to him. Beyond the ring of the two flashlights, you can't see anything. The moon wasn't helpful in the slightest.

"I'm afraid of nothing ever."

Ranboo laughs and starts walking forward, making you hurry to keep close to him.

You probably agreed to go to the worst spot possible. Although they did tours here, the floors were an absolute mess. Your feet kept stepping on things you couldn't see, meaning it was a complete mystery what you were stepping on.

"I'm reading to start some drama with a ghost!" Ranboo yells. "Here ghosty ghosty!" "Ghosty ghosty?" You mock. "Yeah! Maybe they'll find my use of nicknames charming and decide to talk to us!"

"That's either the stupidest thing I've ever heard or absolutely brilliant. I'm leaning towards stupid."

"Hey!"

Holding up the EMF reader, you check to see what the level is. Barely anything, meaning no ghosts and no light. There go your hopes and dreams of sight.

Ranboo abruptly turns away, making you scramble to reach out and grab their arm. They laugh as you nearly trip, making you scowl in the vague direction of their body.

"Are you scared?" He teases.

"No!" You protest.

"You're totally scared!"

"I am not!"

Despite how he's teasing you, you grip tighter onto his arm. There's no way you're letting go of your only hope of not running into a wall. Ranboo keeps walking, making you walk along with him.

"Do you have a destination in mind?"

"Yeah, the guy who does the tours told me this room was the most haunted. Apparently people get, like, cold and feel like someone's watching them."

They keep walking until they suddenly stop, nearly making you fall. You're probably in the haunted room. Not being able to see while in a haunted room really isn't great for your sanity.

“It’s cold,” Ranboo announces, holding up the temperature reader. “Because it’s night or because there are ghosts, we might never know.”

“My money is on because it’s night.”

“But ghosts are way cooler. Let’s talk to them!”

“What?!”

Instead of stepping forward or back, Ranboo starts to sit. Your choice is to either sit with him or let go of his arm. You pick the former, sitting close enough that your shoulders and legs are touching.

“Are you- are you okay with trying to talk to some ghosts?” Ranboo asks.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, that’s why we’re here.”

“You seem… I dunno, you’re just acting a little weird.”

“I’m not!” You protest.

“It’s fine if you’re scared! Ghost hunting isn’t for everyone!”

“I’m not scared! Let’s just talk to these ghosts.”

Although you had mentioned your eye condition in passing once or twice, you never had a reason to fully explain that you couldn’t see anything when it was dark. Ranboo must be assuming the reason you’re clinging to him is because you’re scared of ghosts.

And you’re definitely not about to tell him otherwise. That shit’s embarrassing.

“Okay. Uh. Hi, ghosts.” Ranboo awkwardly starts.

“Hi ghosts!” You echo.

“Okay, wait, I know what to do. If anyone would like to talk to us, make a noise. Or move something in the room. Maybe that wood thing.”

You sweep your flashlight over the room to see what wood Ranboo’s talking about, careful to scan every inch as to not miss it. It’s in the far corner off to your left, closer to Ranboo than you.

It doesn’t move, and the only noise is from faint whispers of wind.

“Maybe we should turn off our lights?” Ranboo suggests, clicking off their light.

After a moment of hesitation, you also turn off your flashlight, relinquishing what little sight you had.

“Make a noise or move something please, ghost!” Ranboo calls out.

Again, nothing.

“Well now what?” You ask.

“We can explore. There are other haunted rooms, right? It’s a whole warehouse!”

He stands up, and you somehow manage to keep your balance.

“Let’s explore without lights for the full effect.” He suggests.

Well, fuck. No lights mean you can’t see anything but having your flashlight would make you seem like a pussy. It was a lose-lose situation.

Whatever. You could totally explore with no lights! You’ve got this.

“Okay.” You agree, standing up with him.

Nearly immediately you almost run into Ranboo because you’re turned in the wrong direction, but you manage to cling to his arm and stop yourself last second. He seems to understand you’re struggling because he lays his hand over yours briefly.

”You good?” Ranboo laughs a little.

“Yeah.” You lie. “Perfect. Let’s go explore!”

Of course, as fate would have it, you trip three minutes later. Stumbling into him and dropping your flashlight, he practically saves you from a bloody nose by catching you.

“Woah!” They exclaim. “Seriously, what’s going on?”

“I, um. I kind of can’t see?”

“What do you- ohh.” With your confession Ranboo seems to remember the singular time you told him about your eye condition, making heat rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah.” You give an awkward laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Ranboo asks.

He still hasn’t stopped supporting your weight, one arm around you and the other allowing him to loosely grip your arm. You’ve tilted your head in the vague direction of his face, one of your hands holding onto his arm.

“I thought it would be fine.”

“You know you can tell me anything, right? I wouldn’t make fun of you or anything. I want you to be able to have a good time too.”

His voice is soft, and you can tell he fully means it. It’s enough to wet your eyes, even though you knew he wouldn’t make fun of you.

“I know.” You assure them.

“Okay. Do you want to stay here? Or come with me? I��m going to turn on the lights.”

“But that’ll ruin the whole ghost hunting thing.”

“No it won’t. We’re alone in a huge warehouse, that’s creepy enough. Maybe the ghosts prefer lights anyway.”

“I’ll stay here so I don’t try and break my nose again.” You joke.

“Okay, I’ll be right back. Don’t move!”

He makes sure you’re stable before stepping away from you, turning on his flashlight, and running off into the darkness. After a minute the lights flick on, finally allowing you to see.

Ranboo appears soon after that when you’re picking up the flashlight and EMF reader you dropped.

“This better?” He asks.

“A lot. Thank you.”

“Of course. Now we can both have some actual fun!”

[redheadspark]

May Prompt Session

Hello, my lovelies!

Can you believe we are already well in May?! Where had the time gone?

I wanted to pause a bit before I decided to make a May Pormpt Session since my life is beyond chaotic with work and personal life in general, but I'm ready for another session for certain!

This theme is :

May

Here are my rules for this prompt session:

1.) You maybe chose ONE character from the list that I have Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) There is only one Prompt list for this session since the list is rather large. Please provide BOTH the number you would like AND the character to pair it with.

Example: Can I have Aziel from ACOTAR with #5?

*I write out the requests as first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number) I will only write it once! Please don't be afraid to ask if someone had already requested the character and number, I don't mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Sunday, May 21st, at 3:00 PST.

6.) Have fun and enjoy!

Prompt Session created by @youneedsomeprompts

collecting flowers on their way home

listening to the birds when they wake up

spring fever

taking deep inhales of the fresh spring air

walking in the park

new beginnings

picnic dates

standing up for themselves

standing up for a loved one

watching nature getting greener every day

falling head over heels in love

rolling down the window of the car

enjoying the sun that's warming their face

meeting new people

being ready for the next step

trying something new

building someone up

youthful spirit

being extremely energetic

always humming a tune

weekend trips

confidence boost

skinny dipping even though it's much too cold

lying under the sunny sky and watching the clouds

making flower crowns

riding the bike to the bakery in the morning

being enlightened

adopting a puppy/kitten

starting to heal

always wearing their favorite blouse/shirt

helping each other out

discovering the first early bloomers

taking heart

being unexperienced

getting back up after falling down

rain in bright sunshine

not leaving the house without a raincoat

fresh flowers every week

making plans for the summer

spending their days outside

motivating others

realizing their feelings

enjoying spring in the countryside

risking something in order to achieve something

going all in

freezing even though it's not winter anymore

waiting impatiently for summer

the park becoming their second home

Once again, I will stop taking requests for this Prompt Session on Sunday, May 21st, at 3:00 PST. Thanks a lot and Happy requesting!

Tagged - @a-lumos-in-the-nox @botanicalbarnes @heartofwritiing @virtueassassin @basicrese @saradika @heliosphere8

[purpleoceanuniverse]

Welcome to the wonderful world of spirit work and spirit keeping! This blog post will walk you through the basics of how to get started in this rewarding practice.

The first step is to understand the concept of spirit keeping. Spirit keeping is an ancient practice involving the nurturing, protection, and communication with spirits or entities. This practice is often used for spiritual growth and development, as well as to gain access to divine knowledge and power.

Once you have an understanding of what spirit keeping is, the next step is to decide which type of spirit work you would like to pursue. There are many different types of spirit work, including divination, witchcraft, shamanism, mediumship, astral projection, and more. It’s important to carefully consider each type of spirit work and decide which one aligns best with your intentions and abilities.

The next step is to choose which type of entity you would like to keep. Again, there are many different types of entities that can be kept as spirit companions, such as angels, demons, elementals, faeries, gods/goddesses, etc. It’s important to do research on each type of entity before making a decision about which one you would like to keep as a companion.

The fourth step is to determine how you would like to keep your companion. There are many ways in which this can be done, including using a physical vessel (such as a statue or figurine), creating an altar space for your companion, or even keeping them in a jar or box. It’s important to determine what works best for you and your companion.

The fifth step is to create a safe space for your companion. This could be done by setting up an altar space with symbols and objects that represent your practice and intentions. It’s also important to create boundaries for your practice in order to protect yourself from malevolent entities.

The sixth step is to begin building a relationship with your companion by engaging in activities such as divination, witchcraft rituals, meditations, and other spiritual practices. As you continue interacting with your companion they will begin to open up more and share their wisdom and guidance with you.

Finally, it’s important to keep track of your progress and document any guidance or messages that your companions offer you through divination sessions or other spiritual activities. This will help you stay on track with your spirit work and ensure that you’re getting the most out of your practice.

We hope that this blog post has helped shed some light on the basics of how to get started with spirit work and spirit keeping in really detailed way! If you have any further questions or would like additional guidance feel free to reach out for assistance!

[artikgato]

Life update

Ooooohkay well, obviously, I haven't been updating on here, nor have I been going out for exercise daily. Honestly, that lasted a little longer than I thought it would. Maybe once my fall convention gauntlet has slowed down, and if I can convince myself to go out jogging in the cold, I'll get back into it. As it stands now, though, I'm either too busy or too tired to go out jogging, sadly.

Last Wednesday, I went to go see the Ghost Files live show down in Atlanta. I drove down earlier in the day so I could make my pilgrimage to Sweet Hut, a chain of restaurants in Atlanta that primarily sell these very cheap, very delicious bread buns. Like the name suggests most of them are sweet, but they have a fairly good selection of savory buns, too (think like bbq pork, ham and cheese, green onions, cheese filled, etc.). I stocked up on a bunch of those to eat all weekend for lunch and dinner and just as snacks.

Ghost Files live was a wonderful experience. The venue it was at was an old several stories tall church called The Tabernacle. I had a pretty good seat, all things considered. The episode they screened was the season finale (still not actually out on Youtube as I'm writing this!) which was of course absolutely hilarious, they had to pull out all the stops for the finale naturally. Watching it with a room full of strangers was a next level experience. There were parts where I was laughing so hard I was crying. And then after the show, of course, the Ghoul Boys themselves came on stage to tell jokes, have witty banter, and answer audience questions. And they did an estes spirit box session on stage, resulting in a ghost having "liquid beef" with Shane Medej.

10/10 experience, will absolutely go again if they tour next year and come anywhere near where I'm living. It was great. And that was only the start of the weekend!

Thursday morning I got up bright and early to get my badge for Anime Weekend Atlanta. I had a few hours to kill until I had anything to do, so I wandered around the Cumberland Mall, attached to the Cobb Galleria via a sky bridge. I hadn't been since 2019 (to the mall or AWA), and in the intervening years they ADDED A WHOLE ASS ARCADE WITH JAPANESE RHYTHM GAMES? So I might have spent over $20 on credits to play said Japanese rhythm games. And y'all, I have a couple of litmus test DDR songs that I try to play every time I get the chance, to test where my level of stamina, coordination and general health is at. Not only did I pass them, I actually did better at them here than at Dragoncon! What the heck! I got a high B on Daikenkai on Standard mode!! I also got to dick around with some taiko drum master, a couple of new rhythm games I've never played nor seen in any con's video game room, and get my ass kicked at Time Crisis 5. It was fun! A great way to kill a few hours!

Then I did the Super Happy Fun Sell, AWA's Thursday night flea market. Once I got set up I literally didn't have time to leave the table or even look at my phone for more than a minute or two. I was swamped. I sold a lot. I bought Lucina and Robin Amiibos from the table next to mine. It was very packed.

AWA, in general, was pretty packed. All weekend, but on Saturday afternoon in particular, I found myself having to employ Dealer's Room crowd tactics in most of the Galleria. It's definitely time for them to move to a new, bigger venue. I just hate that they are, because I have such fondness for the Cobb Galleria and the Renaissance Waverly. I have over a decade of memories at that location. It's sad to see them move, even if it's for the best. Also they'll be in December next year?! What the fu-

I decided on a whim to enter the costume contest, because one of my hotel roommates was entering and I went along with her for solidarity, realized in line I could enter Izou, filled out the application, and got a judging time. Spoiler alert: I didn't win anything, but it was still a lot of fun to be in the contest itself! I got to cheer on the other contestants, I got to see some cool ass cosplays, and I got to show off my (fake) man tits on stage to a crowd of adoring fans. Or at least a crowd of indifferent fans and some people cheering.

On Friday I also got to meet Michelle Ruff (the voice of Yoko from Gurren Lagann), tell her how much Gurren Lagann means to me (a whole lot) and get her to sign my box set! I went to the Type-Moon photoshoot as Izou and there was another Izou there!! He was in the second ascension form (with the big hat and the red hair) and we got many pictures together. It was great! There was a great turn out, lots of characters, including ones I haven't seen often at cons!

Saturday morning I got up early and got into my Xellos cosplay to meet another voice actor. This time it was Veronica Taylor, the voice of Amelia from Slayers! She called me Zelgadis, which I'm attributing to muscle memory because she probably said the name Zelgadis 2000% more times than the name Xellos. I got to tell her how much Slayers means to me (a whole fuckin lot), got a picture with her, and she is just one of the kindest, coolest people out there.

I then proceeded to make a full loop of the entire dealer's room and artist alley, spend way too much money, and come away from the experience so ready to get changed out of Xellos. Unfortunately I was changing back into Izou for the costume contest, so I didn't get much respite from the heat, but oh well. In the dealer's room I found something I've been searching for for a while - the nendroid of Izou! And also Okita Souji, which I got a discount on. I also spent far too much money at the only booth I've seen selling CDs, but I found the Fire Emblem Awakening OST, Slayers NEXT and TRY, the Digimon Adventure 02 character song CDs, and the effing Gurren Lagann soundtrack. Like I wasn't going to just throw my money at them?? I also found some cool stuff in the artist alley. All in all, not too bad.

As mentioned earlier, the costume contest was pretty fun. Afterwards I peeled myself out of my fake chest and put on normal clothes, because I had to repack the car for the journey ahead.

Sunday I got up super duper early and got on the road headed to Greenville for SC Comicon Jr, where I had an artist alley table! I did pretty decently and managed not to spend all of my earnings on dumb shit. Just some of them. I found a vendor selling the 151 Erika full art cards and blacked out and I have two copies of one and one copy of the other one. Leave me alone. The same vendor also had that tin with Hop and Wooloo on it which I've been looking for for ages so, y'know, it all worked out.

After SC Comicon Jr I had dinner with some friends at the local Menkoi branch and then got on the road to finally go back home. And after being stuck in traffic for an hour and a half more than necessary because of construction and wrecks, I finally made it back at like 10pm.

And then I had to work solo the next day. And the next. And now we're at today, where I called out sick for a very deserved day of rest and packing for Nekocon, because I am insane. I just did 1.5 cons and a live show last weekend, next weekend is a convention volunteering with the manga library, the next weekend is an artist alley con here in Charlotte, then a one-day con down in Charleston on the 19th, and by the end of this gauntlet I just hope I have the money to buy a license for Hatch Embroidery and/or a PS5 so I can finally play Baldur's Gate 3 and Fate/Samurai Remnant, and eventually FF7 Rebirth in February.

Whew.

OH AND I'M ALSO TRYING TO DO NANOWRIMO

DID I MENTION I'M INSANE

[maydaymadier]

The Tempest and The Festival (session 6)

Welcome back to the Merano campaign!  All character names are in bold, spells are in italics.  Party members are tagged “merano: [character name]”.  Locations visited (cities, specific establishments) are tagged “location: [NAME]”.  Important npcs are tagged "npc: name." All posts for this campaign are tagged “campaign: merano”.

INTRODUCTION:

After leaving Dire, the party is headed Northeast up the Starfire River to the city of Dire. They are plagued with nightmares and wake rattled. Calypso wakes up first and notices that the ship from the night before has gotten closer. Delphie can see that the token they've been carrying with them is glowing with magic. The party scrambles to hide it, but it isn't before long that the large merchant ship, Ceretal's Fang is abreast of The Dapper and being boarded, claiming to investigate stolen goods. Delphie uses Major Image to disguise the party. Captain Niko Kellne and her associate, the Storm Warden board and keep the crew in line. Kellne takes a few of her own crew to come and help her inspect the hold, the Storm Warden staying on the deck to keep an eye on everyone. The party tries and fails to act natural. Fail enough that, the Storm Warden notices, and combat begins.

IT'S TIME FOR COMBAT ON THE DECK OF THE DAPPER

COMBAT BEGINS, with the party still disguised in their illusions

Marasmius goes for it with a Command spell, Hugo at the ready with a Silence in case that doesn’t work.

Calypso enters their rage and has a good first round.  The start of the fight is mostly people trying to get into position for what’s to come.

The Storm Warden unleashes a massive radiant lightning attack against Hugo, dealing massive damage.  Delphie narrowly avoids being downed with this same attack when he turns his attention towards her.

Delphie uses Control Water to punch a hole in the hull of his ship, this forces him to either stay and let his ship sink or flee and help his crew in the next three rounds.

Delphie attempts to use the Dreamspire Powder that Hypnos gave her previously twice, but neither attempt is successful.

Hugo gets in a hit against the Storm Warden with a Burning Hands.

Calypso and Marasmius team-up, Marasmius casting Spirit Guardians and Calypso grappling him to keep him in the spell and taking damage from it, all of this with Hugo’s Silence up.

The fight taking a turn for the worse, and his ship sinking, the Storm Warden calls for Captain Kellne and her men to come back and flee back to their ship.

The party gets in attacks of opportunity against Captain Kellne as she flees The Dapper.

The crew springs back into motion, getting The Dapper as far away from Ceretal’s Fang as possible, with the party headed back below decks.

The Virasti token is lying abandoned on the floor where Captain Kellne must have dropped it in her haste to escape.

Dante slams the doors to the hold shut behind them and gives an apologetic explanation that it’s captain’s orders and they’ll let them out at Feolinn.

Delphie uses the Sending bracelet to contact Hypnos, asking for advice on what to do next, asking, “Virasti medallion led them to us, we chased them off, but now are being forced to hide in the hull, Feolinn is near, what now?”  Hypnos responds, “Ditch it, noted planar activity last night in your direction, I’ll ask Crescenzo.”

Delphie tosses it out of a porthole with Mage Hand.

The party decides to settle down, Hugo rearranges the boxes to say ‘sorry.’  Calypso starts whittling.

Delphie is a little upset that the dreamspire powder didn’t work, “The dreamspire powder didn’t work, I feel like it kinda wasted it.”  Marasmius reassures her, suggesting that, “Well maybe he’s so powerful he doesn’t need to breathe.”

Hugo, still mad about getting smited by the guy, starts going off about how he has a dumb face and of course it wouldn’t work on his stupid nose, which Hugo isn’t willing to budge on

Marasmius calmly insists that every nose is beautiful, which, well, Hugo’s still pissed, he isn’t willing to budge on this.  But Marasmius matter-of-factly insists that no, the Storm Warden is hot, he’s always scoping out the hotties.

Delphie makes some chamomile tea and Hugo makes a blanket nest, both of them inviting the others to settle down for the night.

The Dapper hits Feolinn first thing in the morning, with Calypso being the first one up, and makes sure to wake everyone else up.

Captain Monpress kicks them out the moment that they’re docked, warning them that he never wants to see their faces again, he also doesn’t want the scrutiny of having gotten into a fight with the guild, if they don’t say anything, he won’t say anything.  Dante tries to apologize and wish them well but he can’t really get a word in edgewise.

Now properly in the city of Feolinn, the party has departed in the docks at the Stars district, there isn’t much here.  This is where the city grows their waterlogged crops, there aren’t really any people here.

Trying to get their bearings, Delphie did some research before leaving to get prepared.  The city is divided up by four rivers, with a lake at the center.  The Stars where they currently are.  To the east is the Doors district, which is majority residential space.  To the west, is the Clouds, where adventurers coming from over the Cloudjumper Range like to frequent.  To the north is Upstream, a high-powered uptown district where most of the guilds have headquarters.  Keystone Island is at the center of the lake, where the seven noble families of the city leave.  The city is prone to flooding so most of the city, especially near the mouths of the rivers so those areas are all built over the water, the whole place is a mess of interconnected bridges and platforms.

They also notice, that the city seems to be preparing for the Radiant Festival, a 3-day aurora borealis, said to be what happens when the goddesses reach out across the universe and hold hands.  Everything becomes shimmery and rainbow-themed for the duration.

To ‘blend in’ the party decides to head east to the Doors to try and find a shop to get bits and bobs for festival outfits.  They find a few things but it’s not quite what they’re looking for and Marasmius is interested in upgrading his warhammer so they decide to try their luck elsewhere in the Clouds.

As the party is on its way, they notice the buzz of rumors, that the Virastis are going to announce something at the start of the festival.

The Clouds are a lot more lively and artsy, catering to traveling adventures of all stripes, from all over, and they find a weaponsmith with relative ease.

They don’t have the money for anything new, but the shop is willing to do trade-ins, Marasmius trades in his old warhammer to get a Hammer of Little Miracles with some help from Delphie.

Hugo buys an Alchemist’s Bane dagger and ends up giving it to Delphie.

Calypso trades in their axe so it can get a +1 enchantment.

And with that, the Radiant Festival is set to start in two days.

[lfc21]

Gingerbread house - Day 8

TW : Fluff

Summary : you and kostas try and get into the Christmasy spirit by making a gingerbread house! Not one of you are the baking type so mess and broken gingerbread is the only answer right?

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart," you heard being sung from the kitchen door. You weren't sure how, and you weren't sure why kostas had decided to take up a karaoke session, but whatever the reason you loved. "But the very next day you gave it away!" He added with even louder words and even more effort in his dance moves. You stared at him from the door in admiration, you didn't understand. You knew kostas loved Christmas, but this much was slightly concerning as it was still two weeks to go.

"This year," you added as you made yourself known in the doorway.

"To save me from tears!" Kostas shouted back as he used his spatula for a mic. You shimmyed yourself over to him.

"I'll give it to someone special!" You replied back with as you couldn't help but let the laughs fall from your mouth.

"Abit of George Michael," kostas said as he turned the volume down at your presence. You smiled to yourself at how happy and cheery kostas had recently been. With the break of the World Cup, he had found fondness in doing everything he could to bring positivity and perfection back into his life. "How are you?" He asked as he dried his hands off with the teatowel and finished washing up.

"I'm very good! I just finished that meeting online then" you explained with a smile as you picked up your puppy due to her begging attention. "It was so boring," you added with a laugh as you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"I bet it was," kostas agreed as he kissed your forehead and your puppy's small wrinkley fair. Kostas had a suspicious smile plastered on his face as he looked down at you both.

"What?" You asked as you couldn't understand what his suspicions where.

"I have an idea for us," he explains with a smile as he pushes himself onto the kitchen work tops and guides you to stand in between his legs.

"Elaborate, please," you politely instruct as you looked up at his dark brown orbs. Every inch of his face was something so magical and addicting. The way his smile crept on his face and caused his cheekbones to become more prominent was something so secret to you, something so niche and unique.

"I want to make a gingerbread house with you," he answered with a slight giggle as his hands played with your curled hair. Your heart stopped slightly at his words as neither one of you ever excelled in your cookery skills or even creativity.

"Erm, are you sure that's a good idea?" You asked with a smile as he reached over to grab a small box. "Awww, kostas, you bought one," you cooed as you realised what he was holding. Normally, kostas was filled with plenty of strange and random ideas, but this idea was something he truly meant. This is what he wanted.

"Knowledge," kostas said as he pointed to his brain. He was a sarcastic king.

"Strange," you said back to him as you pointed in the very same spot he did. He rolled his eyes at your cheeky joke and jumped off the hard white marble. This wasn't your fortey, but you were sure you could give it a good go. Well, you hoped and prayed. "What do we start with?" You asked as you leaned across the kitchen counter with your cheek pressed against your hand as you waited for Chef Kostas to fix you with orders.

"All we need to do is stick it together and make windows and doors and stuff like that" he dryly explained as he read the box again as carefully as possible as his tongue stuck out slightly in concentration.

"Well, that should be easy, shouldn't it?" You asked with a laugh as he started pulling the contents of the box out.

"I hope," he simply said back with a roll of his Greek accent coming off his tongue. There was something about kostas being so domestic that made you want to kiss him till the end of time. His arms were so prominent in his thin grey jumper, and his hair was so slick that you could see every pattern and structure in his face. He was heaven, he was perfect, he was art. "Oi where supposed to be a team," kostas pointed out as he clicked his fingers in front of your distracted eyes.

"Alright, moody," you snapped back to him as his face turned up into a smile he was reluctant to show. He never wanted you to win in jokes. Everything was about winning to him, but he was so sure that he had already won everything in life. That was you. "I'll hold these two pieces," you mumbled under your breath as you tried to concentrate on the two slabs of gingerbread. Kostas's hands gently went across yours to lightly place the icing between them both. His wedding band was cold against your fingers as you felt every last detail in his hands.

"Done that one," kostas proudly said as he stood back and took a look at his piece. As his words left his mouth, you took it as a free invite to let go. As your hands released the two slabs, they came falling back down onto the white cold marble. "Babe," kostas warned as his eyes went wide. "What did you think was going to happen then?" He sarcastically asked as he shook his head with a laugh.

"I'm sorry" you apologised with a laugh as you kissed his cheek. Your hand swiped the piece of white icing from the ginger bread and wiped it onto the tip of his nose. "Ooops" you dumbly said with no sense for the words you spoke.

"Y/n," kostas warned again with that smirk you became so familiar with. "You little shit," he joked before picking you up and spinning you around the kitchen. You knew it wouldn't end well, but you did also know that it would make some of the best memories. Yours and his laughs filled the large kitchen as well as the dog barks and huge smiles from all.

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[changeling-rin]

YOU GUYS REALLY WANT THE ANGST HUH OKAY HERE WE GO

Gen takes a deep breath, shoves all his emotions into a little box, but gets interrupted halfway through locking it away when he has to go head off Dusk from getting revenge. There will be time for that later, thank you very much, now help him with everyone else. Much to his great surprise, Dusk decides to include Gen in 'everyone else', which results in a lot of crying and screaming, but it's probably better than what his previous plan was (to ignore it until it couldn't be ignored anymore)

Speck really is handling it the best out of all of them purely by being the only Link to immediately get in tune with his emotions and express them via a lot of sobbing. Gen and Dusk tag-team to swaddle him in shifts. If Gen gets to cry a bit too, it's an added bonus in Dusk's opinion.

The Four are absolutely not allowed to dissociate, and unluckily for them Dusk has way too much experience with small moody children to let them get away with it. They are promptly swaddled next to Speck, who is turning out to be a very effective trigger for other people's repressed grief. There's a lot of additional sobbing.

Ocarina only manages to live in denial for about five minutes, because unfortunately for him Dusk turns his experience with small moody children on him next. He cries a wet spot into Dusk's tunic, and then into Mask's tunic once Gen retrieves him from his poorly-planned revenge.

Mask meanwhile is attempting revenge, but gets headed off by Gen almost immediately. The fact that Dusk is no longer backing him to get revenge puts a bit of a damper on things too. Ocarina sobs into his shirt once Mask is swaddled with the rest of the group, and now leaving would be mean, so he can't do that.

Dusk's first response was to seek revenge for hurting his pack with Mask almost immediately right behind him, but since that got derailed by Gen's very effective 'Get back here and help me' face, he digs out his Older Sibling instincts instead. Also, now he's plotting with Mask in between crying sessions to create the most flawless revenge possible, and really that's a whole new kind of catharthis.

Sketch is also not allowed to dissociate and this is achieved by swaddling him in the very middle of the pile. He still stares off into the distance from time to time but it's much easier to snap him out of it when there's so many other people around him.

Realm is following Ocarina's lead, in that he's in denial, so when he's swaddled with the rest Dusk and Gen opt to place him next to Mask. Lore would have been the better option for Realm's particular brand of denial, but... ah. Mask is the next best person.

Wind is distracting himself by keeping busy helping Dusk and Mask with their Revenge Plan. The only reason Dusk is allowing this is that it lets him keep an eye on Wind and enforce breaks whenever it's obvious that things are getting too intense. Slowly but surely, Wind is convinced to let himself mourn too.

Steam stares, for a long long time, until it occurs to Dusk that maybe they shouldn't be letting the Link who can see ghosts to stare at a corpse in what is unmistakably the faint hope that Steam might find Lore's spirit. Yeah, there's no way that's healthy. Steam is promptly swaddled and set next to Speck, for the aforementioned repressed-grief trigger effects, and that seems to prompt a much healthier outlet.

Shadow... is not having a great time, that much is clear, and neither Gen nor Dusk think they should risk their limbs to talk him down, so they send Midna. Eventually the screaming dies down to a quieter level, so they figure that was a decent decision.

Oni might have gone feral, or at least that's they impression they're getting from the swirling mass of barely-humanly-shaped rage, but Dusk plies him with the offer of first dibs in the Revenge Plan and that seems to calm him down enough for everyone else to initiate a Group Glomp. He's still a literal mess, but at least it doesn't hurt anyone's brain to look at him anymore.

Lore loved Group Glomps. Everyone takes this memory as their collective cue to break down sobbing.

[bearseungmin]

combo breaker! (M)

After having enough of your shenanigans, your roommate decides to confess to you over a late night snack. Who said love can’t be in arms reach?

DETAILS — [ 18+ | ricochet series | 4k ] PAIRING — roommate! jeongin x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — romance, fluff, smut, light angst WARNINGS — mature content, mentions of abandonment, a lot more fluff in this one than what was intended whoops SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, sensual make outs, hair-pulling, dry-humping, dry orgasms do not interact with this if you are under 18.

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[7:19 p.m] - Friday, December 2nd

Rain water had dripped and froze onto your balcony, nightfall turning the sky purple as the snow hardened into ice on the pavement and roads. With the long-awaited dryer fiasco now over, warm clothes held snug to your body. A 4K fire playing on the TV, Jeongin’s fit of laughter had you curled into a ball before the couch—one never casually sat on, just up against.

“How in the world did you manage to get in that situation?” He asked, smile as wide as the width of his face like a Cheshire cat. You had been talking for a while now, the conversation slipping into every single occurrence you dealt with while trying to figure yourself and your love-life out.

Hours of sitting beside one another for the regular ‘regain composure’ session you and your roommate held every weekend - all in order to gain the courage to make it to the next - he had flattened himself down against an array of pillows, listening to your stories of past lovers.

There are times you share with people close to you that mean more than the common person jumping in and out of your life, times where you take notice of what bothers them. Be it a sound, a person’s name, a memory once mentioned: they all irked them to their core. But Jeongin had suppressed every name told to him of the lovers you had gotten entangled with during the year of trying to figure yourself out and what you want from love and sex, not a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

“I honestly have no idea.” You laughed, fingers combed through your hair before your chin fell into your palm. “Have you ever had any experiences like mine?”

“Oh, finding out my neighbor has a huge crush on me? Never. Quickies in a store? One-night stands where you run into the same person hours later? You could write a novel with this amount of relationship experience—”

The man seemed to take a huff, eyes following the flames on the screen instead of tracing your lips with his vision as you spoke or listened. You had known since the day you met that sparks were between you and Jeongin, there was no other way to describe it.

He had stumbled out of the elevator carrying a huge cardboard box and two backpacks full of the few things he owned, your hand catching the bags once on his shoulder before they hit the ground. Jeongin’s heart had melted as soon as he laid eyes on you, your hand showing him the way into the apartment.

You had met Yang Jeongin by complete fate, the man three years younger then than he is now scurrying over the board to find a roommate. It wasn’t his intention to be left stranded that night from the fraternity he had been turned away from. All of the boys who joined were too much for him to handle, too different for him to be included or comfortable. That’s why your phone screen had lit up at two in the morning, his frantic speech hardly intelligible until he caught his breath and repeated himself, and a rushed sound of the wind as he walked towards your apartment building in the hopes that you still had a room available.

And that very same spirited, foolish man became what you would consider to be your best friend. Life is so funny, how you can be housed with people you’re meant to love but hate, and other times housed with people you’re meant to hate but love. Jeongin had opened a box of sweets that night, sat beside you in front of the couch you now sat together at every Friday night you had the chance to, and hand-fed you the treats while you studied. You knew who he was right then, but there’s no harm in assuring that you love yourself before you ask someone else to do it, too.

“Yeah, I suppose I could.” You laughed, head tilting down to stare at the soft rug beneath your bodies. It had been through hell, smushed by your forms laying across it while playing video games, splashed with drinks and foods, rolled up and washed before placed back down and the cycle recounting its true purpose: to be a memory maker. Your fingers ran across the fabric, Jeongin’s eyes falling to watch before taking the shape of his same smile.

“I do have one experience I’ll admit to.” Eyes curved, the heart-shape overtaking his lips made your brows crease. “A month after I moved in-” he began. “-we had decided to sleep in here since we had exams that morning. Instead of studying we played a kombat game-”

You knew the story, the images, sounds and noises alike. Jeongin had pulled out the controllers two hours before both of you planned on gaming until you dozed off, the clicking sounds filling the room as your thumbs worked on the combination to knock his character down and win the round.

“-and as soon as you hit that combo breaker.”

“I knocked that hot chocolate over your lap.” You laughed, remembering how he could hardly react even though the steaming liquid had seeped through his soft pajama pants in an instant. “When you finally realized what happened, you almost stripped down naked in front of me just to get rid of it.” Jeongin was always hysterical, he could make you laugh at the worst of times. But watching him stand in just his boxers and the cotton shirt over his torso, you had laughed so hard you were sobbing.

“That’s not even it, though.” He laughed, head retracing what yours had minutes before by tilting down towards the floor to stare at the loving piece in the middle of the living room. Large hands tugging the blanket over your legs up as chills broke across your skin, the cold air from outside still managed to get in, but Jeongin wouldn’t let it keep you cold for long. “That night you fell asleep, and mean you were out.” A cackle to bring you back to your senses. You knew the tone in his voice, the loving guy finally unlatching the lock over his heart to let you see what had been hidden in plain sight. “You were tossing and turning, freezing cold. I finally got tired of hearing you whine in your sleep-”

Admitting to feelings is the hardest part. Everyone fears rejection.

“-so I pulled you against me, into my chest. You stopped making sounds so quickly, even curled up against me. You got warm again, so warm your cheeks turned pink and your temple started sweating. I couldn’t help myself.”

You just wanted to hear him say it, but you already knew what he had done.

“I kissed you that night.”

“I know, Jeongin.”

“That wasn’t even the first time I wanted to kiss you.”

Jeongin had clearly been fighting this confrontation for a long time, the length making a shiver run up your spine. All the times you rushed out to go to someone else, he still waited for you. There are some people that feel like they have to be in a relationship in order to be loved, can’t entirely cope alone. But Jeongin managed just fine watching you slip through the door, even once opened it for another guy. He didn’t shed tears like someone in love suffering from the feelings being one-sided, it was just a delayed period of you learning about yourself. He was next to you each time you wondered what love would be like, especially love on a whim, and he was really one for listening. Here and now, listening time was over.

His fingers ruffled into his messy hair, long legs lifting him from the ground. With his back towards you, he maneuvered down the hall and dipped into his room. Sounds of shuffling, his soft cackle, and the eye-smile you considered a prize-possession came into view once more. A shoebox in his hands - some old vans he had gotten long before you two moved in together - stuffed to the brim with pages.

“Oh, you haven’t been this down, have you?” The modern lingo in your words made the man fall to his knees, laughing like he was shedding his fear of showing you what lay inside.

“In fact, I have.” The lid was removed, printer pages, napkins, and dollar-priced cards stacked in a disheveled pile within the box. Messages of his thoughts, love poems, even a drawing of your features drawn from the crayons kids get at restaurants depicted on a napkin. Jeongin had swallowed his feelings for what felt like a lifetime. If only he knew you were similar.

“Do you remember that quilt I tried to make you?” You asked, his eyes lighting up at the memory.

“The one with too many patches?” He seemed more entertained now than when he had the visible object before him that day. “You were trying to write a bunch of things on it and make pictures from scratch instead of using templates. I thought you had lost your mind!”

“It was for you. The first picture was meant to be you carrying that dumb box to the door when you first got here.” His smile faded, the man catching up with the times and memories all at once. “The second row was meant to be your name written letter by letter.”

“How was that supposed to work? There were only like six squares in a row. And there’s seven letters in my name.”

“You see where I messed up, huh?”

Jeongin could smile at the meanest person in the world and warm their heart, maybe just a little.

You had swapped places so many times. Once Jeongin had tried to make you Valentine’s day cupcakes instead of buying them, just for the gesture, and nearly set your apartment on fire. You had pulled the tray out with the oven mitt to find the poor desserts hard as rocks, his sideways smile as the fire alarm blared through the entire building melting the concerned look off your face. Just like the quilt, you both tried showing affection for one another. But there are more dead ends in the world than full roads if you count cul de sacs, and you just weren’t ready then.

“If I asked you-” He had stopped in place at your low voice, his hand now palm down on the floor as he rested his weight on the limb. “-to kiss me right now?”

No response needed. His eyes blinked like he was awakening inside the view of a new world, lips moving together before his head closed in on yours. Face to face with Jeongin, your heart beat twice as fast, you could no longer count the thumps of the organ thrashing inside your ears like an amp on max. Your eyes shut, his following suit, and your faces twisted to meet one anothers.

Nose against nose, lips locking in place, you felt the warmth of Jeongin’s kiss for a second time. Like the warm sun hitting the cold panes of a window after a long, dark night, you felt his hand leave the ground before he placed it at your back to pull you into his chest. A reenactment of that night, your blanket across your waist, and the feeling originally depicted as a fever dream you couldn’t believe you had was now real.

You could feel his soft hair against your forehead, hear his breathing stutter as he lost his breath, but nothing could fit the sensation of his eyes matching yours after the first full kiss was shared.

“That was better than last time. You know, since you kissed me back.” Brightened eyes unable to leave your lips, your hand rushed to cup his cheek. Jeongin’s heartbeat just as rapid, muscles just as loose, and head swimming just like yours, he fell into your hold like you were a mattress after a long day of hard work.

“And-” His voice broke past your ear, his head nuzzling into your neck. “If I asked for more?”

“Look at me.” Shallow, his head lifted to peer into your gaze, your lips pressing a solid kiss to his forehead. “I really do love you.”

His arms wrapped around the duration of your shoulders, foreheads together as his long lashes blinked softly against his skin. “Good, because you reading one of those notes over my shoulder a few seconds ago would be considered really awkward now if you said no.”

“Oh, I’m going to read them.” You laughed, pressing for another kiss as he swooped in to give you just what you wanted.

“Then I guess I should go get that quilt again, shouldn’t I?”

[1:23 a.m] - Saturday, December 3rd

Letters sprawled out across the same rug, you had read them all word for word. Jeongin’s never-ending, cheeky smile in your peripheral, you’d stop to read them aloud every few minutes just to see the embarrassment wash over his face.

“I thought about you so many times today, in more ways than one. You look so pretty with my sweater over your shoulders and the smallest shorts you own underneath.”

“Hey—Hey, wait!” His laughter coiled into his own stomach, his long arm reaching over your back to grab at the page between your fingers. “This one wasn’t meant to sound like this. I swear I just thought it was cute.”

It’s human nature to stare. You had caught yourself watching over Jeongin just as often. His sharp collar-bones beaded with water from his freshly finished shower, his veiny hands using all their strength to hold up a heavy object as you dusted, his strong legs keeping himself upright as he crouched down beside your sleeping form on the couch to poke at your cheek and wake you to eat. Some perverted, some genuine, but all the same tempo.

“How often do you think of me?” Your question brought him back, his arm bending to press into his taut chest as you watched his breathing gain in speed.

“You answered the question with your own question.” The comedic timing Jeongin always had was visceral. “Often.”

“Ditto-” Sat up on your knees, your form dragged its way across the small distance of your bodies, sitting down on your legs to stare at the man. He hated it, extremely, when you would sit and just watch him. It had bugged him since the first day, his argument being that he could tell what you were thinking—he just didn’t know why you weren’t saying it.

“What, you think we’re alike?” His tone was playful, referencing a lover you mentioned hours ago that had been so infatuated with you that it turned heated. Wide, boxed smile, bright eyes, and warm skin closing in on you; Jeongin had the ability to make perfected moves on you so many times, and yet he chose now.

The moment your lips matched again, it still felt like the first. As if you had found a scent from your childhood, one that brought only positive memories and feelings back, Jeongin’s pressing body only made your insides twist and nerves run bemused by the beloved feeling of true love.

After your entire year, nothing could have actually prepared for the sensibility of knowing the one holding you in their arms means as much to you as you do to them. Equal feeling, the awareness that Jeongin isn’t just another person to slip into the void when all is said and done. Realistically, the time you spent understanding what you missed out on, the love and treasury of sex without strings nor building emotions that would only crash down. You knew how to cherish Jeongin to the fullest, and you could only learn more from here.

And with this quintessential realization, with Jeongin holding you tight like he could fit you into his own body and keep you for both hot and cold days, you knew the time was right.

Your tongue grazed across his bottom lip, the moan seeping through the kiss to vibrate your own form reveling. Fingers separating, one tip running across the skin at the back of his ear as he shivered, Jeongin was entranced. Tongues dancing together, his hair pulling into your fingers to pull him closer, and the neurological sense that your bodies and minds were in tune.

His hands strayed lower, his body falling back against the long sofa in time for the front of the furniture to catch him. So mediated, his legs parted to pull you into him, the feeling of his length in his soft pants pulling a breath from you. Station against him, your lower-half rutted against him enough to pull a groan from him. His hand at your lower back pressed you harder, the motions of his hips circling your crotch bringing arousal to soak through your pants until both of you had obvious spots appearing on the apparel.

His hiss, tongue against the roof of his mouth as his head fell into the crook of your neck to place a swift kiss, and his tug at your pants. Excitement built up in your gut, you lifted the trim of your shirt up and over your torso until you were nearly bare, topless form making his eyes grow wide. Illicit sounds leaving the man, the release of his body from yours to follow your same moves had his rigid chest and abdomen in your sight. You had seen it so many times. But now your fingers could trace every divot, kiss every bit of sensitive skin, Jeongin reeling and thrashing beneath you until you finally caught his mouth to quiet his sounds.

His muscles tightening around you before relaxing, his lips molding together with yours, bodies growing hot from the skin on skin contact; this was what love can bring to a sexual experience. Jeongin’s kiss enveloped the world until it was just you and him in the dark before a fire playing on a tv screen.

Pulling from him, lips reddened and swollen with the same sparkles in his eyes, you couldn’t help but smile deeply at his image. “Can we stay like this all night?”

His laughter shot through the room like fireworks, his head shaking in tandem with his words. “You’re growing cold again already-” The chills across your skin telling that although the fire was raging, the moving picture was fake and the real warmth had only come from him. His motions were slim to pull his own shirt over your torso, scent thicker in the air around you now. “-I think you need something else to cover you.”

“Like a quilt?” You asked, his body moving from beneath you to pull the large blanket from the cabinet beside the tv and drape it over you. Your skinny blanket mixed with the thick quilt rebuilt your body heat, Jeongin’s form slipping below you again before pressing a kiss to your forehead. It was all more than you could ever ask for.

“Like our quilt.”

Basking in the way Jeongin’s arm bent backwards to support his head, all so he could stare at you, made the gut feeling you had held all year long worth while. The fresh scent of your shared apartment and his natural smell in your nostrils, and the discarded box of cookies now pulled back towards your bodies bringing rejoicement to your stomachs. It’s difficult to comprehend moments that are so calm considering the world is so full of chaos, imbalance, and isolation. This very moment in time could have been completely shifted if you had not answered your phone that night, not let Jeongin past your form into the apartment, told him you preferred an early night instead of your normal all-nighter session tonight, or even turned him away from finally kissing you.

But you hadn’t, and this where life led you.

“What would you have done if this went differently?” Almost everyone hates confrontation, especially when the alacrity can fall quickly just from a few questions. But if you don’t ask these things, how will you ever know?

Jeongin didn’t hesitate to smile, the cheerful expression on his face not departing. The context of the question wasn’t what makes him smile, nor frown, only because he knows the answer.

“You know when you see someone out in public and get a weird pull to them? Like, not that they’re attractive or seem to be in any specific way that appeals to just you; they just catch your attention really easily? And then, over time, you see them around but never have the courage to speak up to them.” His voice frozen, eyes shifting down. “Does this even make sense?” He had a habit of rambling, sure, but he still managed to always get his point across no matter the word count he used to get there.

“Yes.”

“I saw you on campus a few times, but neither of us seemed to be speaking to anyone or each other. I had so many chances to ask your name or get to know you, but the time didn’t feel right. That gut feeling that tells you to do or not do something, I never got that before I saw you.”

You had felt that feeling more times than necessary this year, every person you had the pleasure of meeting became a wild fantasy that simply guided you down a path. You missed the way of feeling like you should be questioning every move or word of others. But now everything seemed to be moving on its own accord, and you didn’t have to worry for the outcome like before.

Your voice smaller than his, the crackling of the HD video on the screen could only become an interruption to your thoughts when you attempted to speak. “I saw you twice before. Your fluffy hair bouncing on your head as you walked in front of me. Actually, once I even raised my hand to tap at your shoulder and tell you that your shoe was untied.”

“Oh, so you said nothing and chanced me tripping over my own laces?” The smile was back. “That’s a safety regulation somewhere.”

“I’ve never been good at talking to strangers. I’ve been to parties, out with friends, in too many scenarios that are so blood-curdlingly awkward that they made me never want to leave this apartment again. I’ve only had one common factor that never shook me to my core, no matter how many embarrassing scenarios were shared.”

Fair share of moments you wish had gone better, running into Jeongin with just his towel on, being face to face when you go to bend down and pick something up, sitting too close on the couch because company was over and there wasn’t much room. You had both dealt with all of the cliche “I have a crush on my roommate” moments, and yet the bond became fibered and linked so tightly.

“I stepped out of my element this time, Jeongin. I was just trying to learn about myself, but I abandoned you in the process.” So few times you’ve said something that has hit against the man’s funny bone, but this one cracked it spot on.

“Abandoned me? Who is the only one sitting with you right now?” Goofy smile, chest heaving with laughter—the Jeongin you’d met that never left even for a moment. “What would I have done if this went differently?” At this point he sounded like he was giving a speech, but he had your ear. “Nothing. Except maybe get closer to you during that first group project. Worm my way into your heart like every other person has, and taught you that we have all the time in the world to be by each other’s side, there’s no rush.”

Tears nearly brimming your eyes, you had really lucked out with him.

“What haven’t we been through together that you think we still need to experience?” You asked with bubbling laughter in your chest, Jeongin’s eyes bright with love and affection.

When you see someone in a new light, keep that mental image.

“Well, I’ve never slept in your bed before.”

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Masterlist (Pillars)

 Masterlist for All Pillars

Tomioka Giyuu

Scenarios

Snowfall

you wait for your beloved to come home (GN)

To See You Smile

all you want is to see him smile (GN / female)

Autumn Day

you pick out the perfect pumpkin with Giyuu (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Don’t Do It

Kinktober Day 5: why give into his wishes when you can have fun? (female) [NSFW]

Sweet Things

Kinktober Day 6: Giyuu’s always gentle when it comes to you (female) [NSFW]

Six Hearts Under

Giyuu can’t feel anything but guilt after your death; that is, until your spirit shows up (GN) [angst]

Dreaming of the Other Side

even after your death, Giyuu still finds comfort in the thought of you (GN) [angst]

Headcanons

River of Love

Giyuu’s stuck in a love triangle with you and Sabito

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

he has an S/O who’s scared of thunderstorms

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

you shyly give him flowers along with your confession uwu (GN)

Rengoku Kyojuro

Scenarios

Butterflies

Kyojuro catches bugs with his children (female)

Forgive My Guilt

after you have a confrontation with death, Kyojuro feels more than guilty for not being there to protect you (GN) [angst]

Already Gone

you can’t get over your late husband (GN) [angst, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

Eat Your Cake and then Some

where Kyojuro indirectly pops the question (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Golden Boy

there’s a beauty to Kyojuro’s warmth when it’s raining outside (GN) [NSFW, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

My Dear Brother

Senjuro accompanies Kyojuro on the Mugen Train mission and learns what it means to protect others - especially his brother [angst]

Firelight

you and Kyojuro share some snuggles while riding out a storm (GN)

Different

Kinktober Day 4: for once, Kyojuro’s bent over for you (GN) [NSFW]

Showoff

Kinktober Day 5: Kyojuro shows off how pretty you are (male) [NSFW] {+ Tengen}

Fluid Movements

Kinktober Day 6: beats aren’t the only thing dropping in the club (AFAB, GN (kinda)) [NSFW]

Surprise, Surprise

Kinktober Day 7: Kyojuro was not expecting to see that when he came home from a long mission (female) [NSFW]

Hot-Blooded

you argue with Sanemi on the regular; one day, things take a turn for the worst. Kyojuro finally decides to step in. (GN)

Want You, Need You

you belong to Kyojuro, right? then why are with another guy? (female) [yandere, dark themes]

Together Forever

you’re Kyojuro’s, you know. whether you like it or not (female) [yandere, dark themes]

To My Love

Kyojuro’s jealous of your close relationship with Giyuu... Shinobu convinces him otherwise (GN)

Devil Inside

Being a slayer, Kyojuro knows how wrong it is to be absolutely whipped for a demon. It’s not his own fault that you give him mind-blowing sex. (female) [NSFW, COMMISSION]

A Wild Beast

Kyojuro comforts you over the fact that you’re breathing technique is slowly turning you into a wolf (GN)

Savior

Being the Flame Pillar’s tsugoku is no easy task; saving his brother, however, proves to be something else entirely. (GN) [angst, COMMISSION]

Picking Daisies

Kyojuro wants to make you his, but someone else is in the way... (female) [yandere, dark themes]

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

you waited all day to give your crush some Valentine’s chocolates, only to be shot down by somebody else; turns out your crush had the same idea... (female/GN)

Coming Under Fire

Kyojuro decides to take your relationship to the next level while teaching you how utterly amazing you are, no matter what anyone else says. (female) [NSFW, COMMISSION]

Headcanons

Jealousy

you’re jealous of the relationship between Kyojuro and Mitsuri (female)

Falling Leaves, Rising Hearts

some autumn HCs for Kyojuro (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Hear My Heart

you’re deaf and Kyojuro’s a sweetheart (GN)

Your Tummy is Cute

you have a very soft tummy and you’re insecure about it (GN)

Yandere HCs

(self-explanatory) [dark themes]

My Shiny Teeth and Me

you’re self-conscious about your teeth (GN)

Milk Bags for Days

Kyojuro has a busty S/O (female) [spicy]

Valentine’s w/ Kyojuro

fluffy Valentine headcanons! (GN)

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy

Birthday HCs

how he celebrates his birthday! [SFW & NSFW]

It’s Just Fluff

Kyojuro with a chubby S/O (female)

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

you shyly give him flowers along with your confession uwu (GN)

Tokito Muichiro

Scenarios

Gemstones

Muichiro’s eyes are certainly beautiful (GN)

White Wedding

you and Muichiro get married (female)

I am Babey (Among Us AU)   /  part 2

Muichiro is an Impostor but swears to protect you (GN) {+ Pillars}

Warmth 

you keep Muichiro warm (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Goodbye

Muichiro breaks your heart (GN) [angst, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

Feed Me

where Muichiro is a vampire and you’re delicious (female) [spicy, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

With Eyes Shut

Kinktober Day 4: vampire Muichiro cannot get enough of you (female) [NSFW]

Blue Moon

Kinktober Day 6: your blood is too sweet for Muichiro to deny (female) [NSFW]

Make Me

Muichiro is a pompous little brat and you put him in his place (female) [NSFW]

Milky

Muichiro and Inosuke are your special boys who love your breasts and everything that comes with them (female) [NSFW]

Darling, What did You do for Those Pearls?

Mitsuri and Muichiro are your pretty, pretty sugar babies... (female) [NSFW]

A Touch too Much

all Muichiro wants to do is please his mistress... (female) [NSFW]

Blue Lilies

in the late hours of the night, your only sense of comfort is Muichiro (GN)

Of Cream and Lace

Muichiro and Inosuke in pretty dresses and panties. That’s it. (female) [NSFW]

Cleanup in Aisle Four

during a shopping trip, Muichiro and Inosuke get a bit restless due to the toys you put them (female) [NSFW]

Addiction

you and Muichiro are simply addicted to each other (female) [NSFW]

Stellatus

you sit in Muichiro’s lap and gaze up at the stars (GN)

Game On

it’s only fair that Muichiro gets his revenge on you after you distract him from playing his game, no? (female) [NSFW]

Headcanons

In Ill Health

Muichiro comforts you when you’re feeling sick (GN / female)

Memory Goes Brrr

Muichiro has an S/O with a horrible memory, just like him (GN)

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

he has an S/O who’s scared of thunderstorms

Reactions

I Put a Spell on You

Muichiro reacts to you wearing the dancer outfit from Shantae (female) [suggestive themes]

Iguro Obanai

Scenarios

Praise Daddy

Kinktober Day 3: Obanai deserves all the praise he can get (GN) [NSFW]

In my Dreams

in a faraway town, people are going missing, and it’s up to Obanai to get to the bottom of it; he wasn’t expecting that a succubus was behind them all (female) [NSFW]

Headcanons

Obanai the Science Guy

some Kimetsu Gakuen HCs

Valentine’s w/ Obanai

SFW & NSFW Valentine’s celebration (GN)

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

he has an S/O who’s scared of thunderstorms

Kocho Shinobu

Scenarios

Pretty Present

Kinktober Day 2: Shinobu presents you a gift and you eagerly accept it (female) [NSFW]

More

Kinktober Day 5: you want Shinobu to give you what you want (female) [NSFW]

One, Two, Three

Kinktober Day 7: you’re Shinobu’s pretty little pet and she adores you (female) [NSFW]

The Biggest

you’re only slightly taller than Shinobu but you hold it over her constantly (female)

Quarantine Cuddles

just some straight up fluff with Shinobu (GN)

Headcanons

Cottagecore

(self-explanatory)

Bun in the Oven

pregnancy HCs

Himejima Gyomei

Scenarios

My Immortal

Gyomei curses himself for being blind (GN) [angst]

Gentle

you snuggle on Gyomei’s tiddies (GN)

Headcanons

Gyomei with a Thicc S/O

(self-explanatory) (female) [both SFW & NSFW]

Kanroji Mitsuri

Scenarios

A Prayer

her body, the temple. you, the worshipper (GN) [slight NSFW]

I’m in Control

Kinktober Day 5: Mitsuri makes a bottom out of you (male) [NSFW]

Darling, What did You do for Those Pearls?

Mitsuri and Muichiro are your pretty, pretty sugar babies... (female) [NSFW]

Quarantine Drabble

you and Mitsuri spend another day in domestic bliss (GN)

Headcanons

That’s My Cup of Tea

some dating HCs (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Scenarios

Bratty Sanemi

Kinktober Day 1: Sanemi’s a mouthy brat and you put him in his place (GN) [NSFW]

Gimme Gimme

Sanemi just wants your attention, dammit! (GN)

All She Wrote

Sanemi knew he lost a long time ago, but it still hurts to watch his loved one with someone else (female) [angst]

Headcanons

Sanemi with Someone who Doesn’t like Blood

(self-explanatory) (GN)

I Bet You Wanna

in which Sanemi tries to woo you (GN) {+ Sabito}

Teehee

you have a dark sense of humor 

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy

Receiving Flowers

you give him flowers uwu

Uzui Tengen

Scenarios

More and More

after being away for so long, Tengen’s just glad to see you (GN) [NSFW]

Godlike

Tengen is just too pretty (GN)

Daddy is too Good to Me

Kinktober Day 3: Tengen’s way too amazing to look at and you want more (female) [NSFW]

Love you, Hate you

Kinktober Day 6: what Tengen wants, Tengen gets. it’s not his fault you’re stubborn (female) [NSFW]

Redlight

Kinktober Day 7: an absolute stranger brings you the night of a lifetime (female) [NSFW]

A Healing Heart

After a grueling training session with Tengen, you’re hurt badly. Granted, you and Tengen don’t always get along, but he seems to feel guilty... Amongst other things. (female) [COMMISSION]

Headcanons

Sugar Daddy 

(self-explanatory)

Valentine’s w/ Tengen

SFW & NSFW Valentine’s celebration (GN)

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy 

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

you shyly give him flowers along with your confession uwu (GN)

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝓐𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓐𝓼𝔂𝓵𝓾𝓶: 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘 × 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟹𝙺

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚄

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I breathed out an airy and desolate sigh through my nose, obviously I unconsciously did it a little too loud as the raven haired male sitting across from me looked down at the floor.

"It was all my fault.....wasn't it?"

I looked up, the glasses sitting on my nose bridge tilting slightly that I had to push them back up so I could study his features, or should I say, his expressions. His eyelids never blinked once, his eyes were trained on the pattern of the carpet underneath him, but I knew his mind was elsewhere. I looked with pity at the bandages wrapped around his wrists, some of the edges stained with fresh blood. I gulped slightly, my stomach threatening to spill out my meager lunch of an apple and avocado toast slice from earlier. I could handle hearing patients tell and retell me about how they stabbed their parents to death, cut off their significant other's genitals because they were unloyal to them, even tackled a deranged lunatic that once tried to...... seduce me to put mildly.......

But to this day, I can't help but get dizzy when I treat or deal with patients who are self harming victims, because yes, they are victims. Victims of their own self loathing, guilt, and depressive state that isn't their fault. It just pains me so much to see them resort to such drastic measures...

But I'm also not stupid and know some, if not most only do it for attention or to manipulate others, and Yunho is a case not far from it. Which is why I was the one sent to deal with him. All the other psychologists would have fallen for his sad puppy eyes, good looks, well built physique and would have released him too early into the world. Not that he's dangerous and a threat to society, but he's not emotionally nor mentally stable to go deal with daily life yet. And I'm not a softie by any means even if I'm patient and meek doctor when necessary. But I'm objective and I seek deeper into the true person hiding behind the front they put in front of me.

"Do you believe it was your fault Yunho?" Usually one would get scolded for answering a question with a question, but I prefer this method in order to get my patients to reason and draw out their own conclusions......

And makes them pour out their true answers.

I watch Yunho ponder for a moment.

"It has to be- otherwise she wouldn't have...wouldn't have-"

He bites back a choked sob, teeth tightening and gritting against themselves as he fails to contain his tears. His hands cover his face as he begins to cry uncontrollably, desperate and heartwrenching wails resonating throughout the 4 walls keeping us company. Reaching for the purple plaid box on the coffee table between us, I take out a few tissues and stand up from my seat. Lightly tapping on his shoulder, I whisper a 'here' to him. He thanks me, but since he's crying too hard no sound comes out his throat. For the next few minutes, he's blowing out his runny nose, all red just like his eyes from crying too hard. He's sniffling while trying to control his previous hyperventilating session. I want to hug him or at least give him a pat in the back. But I can't, I can only sit back and try to imagine the agony he's probably going through, try to put myself in his shoes as I dive deep into the event that got him here in the first place:

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Coming back from a trip to the store, Yunho momentarily looks around confused when he heard his baby daughter crying. Quickly putting the bags on the kitchen counter, he makes his way over to the nursery that adjoined the main bedroom. Calling out for his wife, he receives no response as he walks down the hallway. He calls once more for her but stops midway as he opens the slightly ajar door. His heart stops beating and his veins run cold as he stares into the lifeless body of his beloved wife hanging in the room, feeling as if the oxygen is being ripped out from his lungs, suffocating slowly.

As if sensing his agitation, his daughter's cries from the other room grow louder, so much that they raise concern from their next door neighbor, a kind and sweet old lady who more than once has offered her help in watching over the child or help them out in any way she could. Typing in the passcode, she makes it there just in time to stop the tall male from inflicting more harm upon himself as he holds onto his wife's body in agony. Having been left with no choice, she immediately calls for an ambulance, who arrive there shortly and take him to a nearby hospital.

He was monitored 24/7 as he had a history of attempted suicide before. The nurses and doctors didn't want another episode to happen again, not wanting to leave a barely 1 year old fatherless as well as motherless. As an investigation went, police found a journal hidden deep between the mattresses on the bed. When they poured over the first pages, they knew there was much more to the story than just a doting husband who couldn't live without his wife, hence why he was relocated to the infamous asylum......

And a specialized woman was tasked to not only unmask the truth, but hopefully help a poor broken mind be put back together again.

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Hence why I'm here now, the folder I had read over and over again still on my lap. It honestly amazed me that I'd actually get to work on a case like this, and of course I took up the challenge of digging into a mind like Yunho's, not just to help him, but to leave a precedent for any other situations like this that came after.

"A precedent?" I remember the officer asking me.

"Yes. You'd be surprised just how common these types of toxic relationships there are in an everyday basis yet no one ever looks deeper because they're too focused treating a depressed person who's trying to kill themselves and don't focus on what they really are...."

Shutting the folder, I tucked it under my arm before turning on my heel.

"A manipulative individual who'll do anything to keep someone tied to them forever."

That's how I viewed Yunho, it's how I should be viewing him. At least until I could hopefully get him to change.

"How's......is my daughter ok?"

I let out a soft hum and nod as I scribbled something down on the notepad.

"She's fine. We're having someone take care of her in the meantime, don't worry."

Yunho let out a sigh of relief, fingers fidgeting against his thighs as he mustered up the courage to say something.

"Could I.....could I please see her?"

From the sad look in my eyes he could already tell the answer was negative.

"I'm sorry Yunho....I'm afraid until we see some improvement, we can't allow you to be reunited with her just yet."

I tried to keep my voice steady as I said that, bracing myself to possibly see him breakdown once more. He had already lost his wife and now learning that his only child was forced away from him could possibly send him spiraling down into another episode.

But Yunho instead took a deep breath and seemed calm.

"I understand.....it's ok..." I knew he was saying those last two words more to himself than to me.

Lifting his face up, he suddenly shocked me by looking so bright and rather happy.

"So I guess it's best if we begin right?"

Even to this day, I don't know whether I should have been delighted to have such a compliant patient.....

Or terrified.

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"Tell me Yunho, what was your first reaction when you saw your wife?"

A subtle hint of a smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"I thought she was the kindest and most caring person in the world, very pretty too. She just walked in and the room instantly lit up."

He was reminiscing about those times, I could tell. That fond look on his face was unmistakable.

"Do you believe you fell in love at first sight with her?"

His smile suddenly dissipated, eyebrows scrunching together as if recollecting memories from so long ago.

"I think.......I felt attracted to her.....but.....I don't think it was love?"

I could tell he felt conflicted with himself, but that's exactly what I wanted. I want him to question every feeling and sensation he felt at the moment so he could decide for himself if it was real or just a mere illusion he held. If he starts to second guess or question what he felt then he'd start reasoning and come to the conclusion that what he felt was wrong and mistaken. He'd see that his actions weren't justified.

"So when do you truly believe you fell in love with her?"

I stopped writing on my notepad and watched him close his eyes as he tried to pinpoint the exact time he felt whatever he thought was love.

"One night....one of our friends was feeling down in spirits. I witnessed how caring she was towards them...kindly reassuring them that they were loved, that they mattered. I vividly remember her kind eyes and loving smile as she comforted them. Then it hit me that she was that kind of person. Selfless, caring, doting, would sacrifice anything for her friends and family...... it was hard for anyone not to fall in love with her."

He turned his hand over, studying the wedding ring that he still wore to this day, the engravings of their initials being his prime interest.

"And at that moment I knew I had to have her. I couldn't let anyone else have her. I wanted her.... that love, compassion, empathy..her confidence and strong nature, I wanted-"

He stopped mid sentence and his eyes wizened in horror as he came to the realization I had foreseen long ago. He looked up at me, meeting my unwavering eyes that held no emotion at that moment.

"She had all the qualities I had always lacked in."

I took my glasses off and nodded.

"And I unconsciously wanted them for myself.... but the only way I could have them was...through her?" He seemed sickened with himself.

"Not exactly Yunho. You could have learnt to love yourself and raise your self esteem." I quickly scribbled my observation down.

"But I didn't. Instead I caged her up and slowly tore her down."

I couldn't help but let out an involuntary smile as he drew out that conclusion.

"Glad to know you've accepted that fact, even if it took several months for you to understand."

Shutting the notepad, I lifted myself up from my chair, straightening my blouse. Yunho followed suit.

"Is our session over?" He was always so polite, always escorting me out and holding the door open for me, which other doctors would have adamantly refused, too scared to come close to their patients. But not me. I let them have certain liberties at times.

"Not yet Yunho. As you've made remarkable progress, I got permission for you to see someone."

He was momentarily confused for a split second. Poor thing probably thought it was one of the nurses coming in to give him some new medication to take, which he hated with a passion. Stepping outside for a brief moment, I happily took the young baby in my arms, the little girl already used to seeing me as I always went to go see her after being with Yunho for a few hours. When I came back inside he had his back turned to me, once again staring off into nowhere. The light gurgled babbles the baby emitted caught his attention immediately. He whipped his head around so fast I thought he'd break his neck for a second. He teared up as the child began squealing in excitement as she recognized her father right away.

"Oh my-" He choked up with tears that he couldn't finish his sentence.

I calmly walked over to him, lightly bouncing the baby in my arms. Yunho hesitantly reached his hands out.

"Can I..?" He had such a hopeful glint in his eyes.

I didn't answer, I merely held his daughter out to him. As soon as she felt his embrace, she latched onto him as if he was one of the teddy bears she often slept with. Perhaps he was one.

No....he is one.

In my time of spending time with Yunho, I've come to strongly believe he is a sweet and tender individual. And judging by the way the little girl feels safe in his arms, I do believe he is capable of being truly loved.....

If he learns how to properly love not just someone else, but himself too.

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Stepping out of my car, I quickly grab the small pink bag on the passenger seat before locking it. Treading through the small patch of green grass, I ring the doorbell and wait for one of the occupants to open up for me. No surprise, I'm greeted by the same raven haired male I met nearly 3 years ago. He looks delighted to see me.

"Y/N. Hi!"

I wave at him, a small but genuine smile on my features.

"Hi Yunho. Did I come at a bad time?" I notice the apron covered in flour and leftover egg on it.

"Oh no not at all. Please come in."

Moving aside to let me pass, my nose catches the scent of baked goods filling the air. I can distinctly recognize the hints of lavender and french vanilla, an odd but surprisingly tasty combination. I spot out of the corner of my eye a little head peeking out from the kitchen, curious to know who had come to pay them a visit. Letting out a squeal, she quickly ran over to attach herself on my leg.

"Y/N!"

I chuckled and lightly run my fingers through her hair which was longer than the last time I saw it.

"Hi Jina, I see you've been baking something." We both chuckle as I scraped off some cake batter that had gotten on the tip of her button nose.

"Me and dad are making cupcakes for my friend's birthday party tomorrow." She explained.

"Wow that's a really nice gesture. I bet they'll turn out delicious."

Remembering that I was short on time and that I had one last task to carry out, I pull out the bag I had hidden behind my back and hand it to her.

"It's for you."

Her eyes began to sparkle so much they could rival all the stars in the galaxy. After thanking me like 20 thousand times, she plopped her tiny body on the couch to tear into the contents inside it. I shake my head before taking out a small paper from inside my trench coat.

"And this is for you."

Taking the slip from my fingers, Yunho opens it up and scans what it says. He seems confused for a moment, not fully understanding what it means. He looks to me once more, probably for the last time, asking for an explanation.

"It's your official release from the institution. No more drop in visits, no more eyes on you 24/7, and soon you won't have to continue with the prescribed medication, although when that happens they will send someone once in a while to check up and make sure you're ok without them."

Yunho nods but it is a rather sad and pained nod.

"So this means you won't be seeing us any longer?"

I inhale deeply and nod.

"This was a temporary thing until you got better Yunho. After all....I was only the doctor assigned to you."

It hurt me to say that as much as it probably hurt him, as much as it'd hurt Jina to know I wouldn't be coming back anymore.

"Can't we at least be friends?"

I hated seeing those puppy eyes of him practically beg me, signature trait he passed on to his daughter.

"That would be completely unprofessional of my part Yunho. I deeply cherish and treasure all the time we spent together and I'm beyond happy and satisfied that you've come so far since the start of our journey..."

I sighed deeply.

"But every journey has an end." He finished my sentence.

Extending his hand out to me, I took it and gave it a firm shake.

"I'm really going to miss you." He admitted.

"Me too. Me too."

Going over to the momentarily forgotten 4 year old, she let out an 'oof' when she suddenly found herself cooped up in my embrace.

"Take care of yourself and of your dad ok?"

I kissed the top of her head, her grinning face not registering that this might be the last time she ever saw me. Yunho walked me out the door and even escorted me all the way to my car. Always the gentleman, he held the door open for me. Before I could even get one foot inside, I felt a large hand grip my wrist. Turning to him, I was flustered when he suddenly pulled me close to him.

"Please don't leave. I need you....I..."

He looked conflicted with himself as he tried to finish his words. Taking a deep breath, he confessed:

"I love you."

My heart sank. He said the 3 words I hoped he'd never direct at me. Mainly because I was scared as he was. Don't get me wrong, Yunho is a wonderful man, and he truly deserves to be loved....

But am I certain that he has finally learned to love? Or is it because he feels he needs me?........

Only one way to find out.

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[kentos-filmcamera]

10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge

2. Gift

A/N: aaaaa i woke up to a lot of notifs, i’m so glad everyone is liking it so far! thank u sm for reading! just a quick clarification, I’m setting the reader as non binary; i will be using mostly they/them pronouns and sometimes she/her but i will avoid to do so. happy reading!

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“Megumi!” You called, waving to the underclass man. He offered you a tiny smile and a wave back. You let go of Toge’s hand to pull him into an embrace. “You’re taller! How much you’ve grown, my boy!” You’ve known him since forever, way before you met your fellow second years. And you always loved to pester him. 

“I’m the same exact way since you last saw me” He deadpanned as you pinched his cheeks, his voice as plain as you remembered it to be. You only laughed and ruffled his hair, earning a groan. 

“Where’s my hug?” You heard the voice of Gojo Satoru resonate through your ears for the first time in a while, and the most annoying phrase in existence was what he chose to say. 

You turned to look at him, unimpressed, your expression matching Fushiguro’s. You were met with his usual cheeky smile and raised brows. He extended his arms and did ‘grabby’ hands as children did. Oh my. This man was annoying; and to think you even considered you missed him in the first place. 

“Up your ass” You replied and moved his arms away from nearing your torso. He gasped dramatically and pouted like a wounded puppy. You only gave him a pat in his shoulder “Glad to see you’re...  Well, alive” 

“Don’t speak to Gojo-sensei like that!” You heard a foreign voice, the same one you heard from a far moments ago. You turn to look at the boy with the pink hair with a raised eyebrow. Something in your head clicked, as did your tongue. You pointed at him. 

“Sukuna’s vessel” You said. Even up in the mountains the hottest gossip was the kid that ate one of Sukuna’s fingers and actually withstanded to house the spirit inside him. It was the talk at the dinner table for weeks. Your sister was specifically interested in it one night, making her spill hot soup all over your lap when she was in charge of serving everyone that night. 

“Itadori Yuuji” He corrected. You stared at him up and down and gave a tiny smile and a nod. 

“And this is Nobara Kugisaki” Panda indicated to you, as you turned to face the ginger that looked at you with gleaming eyes. You waved shortly before introducing yourself to both. 

One of their faces lit up “You got attacked by a special cursed spirit last year right?” The boy you recognized as Itadori spoke. Your face blanked and drained of any color as you tensed. The only remedy you found was to nod, your jaw clenched shut as Inumaki reached in to rub his hand through your shoulders. It relaxed you, but you didn’t remember him being this touchy before. 

“Idiot! You don’t remind other people of their trauma!” Kugisaki hit him in the back of the head, noticing how your attitude shifted in seconds. 

“But! It was awesome! You were the first first year ever to expand a complete domain!” Itadori protested, but he slumped realizing how far you were. Your eyes looked as if they were in another galaxy, your mind taking them far as you spaced out. You hated doing it, but it came rather involuntarily when you were avoiding getting hurt. “You’re so skilled” 

“It wasn’t awesome. I—“ You sighed, and accepted the compliment, your mind returning back to the scene. “Thank you. I’ve been training since I saw my first curse” You gave a light thankful bow to him before turning to Toge “Walk me to my room?” 

“Sake” He nodded, and led you ahead. Panda passed onto you the duffle bag and gave Inumaki the remaining handbag as you two walked in silence towards the second year building. 

Your room was exactly as you left it, except for the made up bed. You remembered that morning clearly; you had always been an organized person, but when Maki pulled you out of your bed for what would be your last mission for a while, you didn’t have the time to fix it before leaving. As you looked around, you heard the sound of bags hitting the floor and the generic sound of typing on an electronic keyboard. Then your phone vibrated shortly on the pocket of your jacket. Taking it out, you read the new message. 

[ Inumaki Toge: i laid the bed after you left. i knew you wouldn’t like to find it all messy after all this time ] 

“Thank you” You spoke as a response. You stood in place, arms crossed and thought. Inumaki chuckled at your tongue poking out from the corner of your lips. “You’re right. I wouldn’t have liked to find the bed unmade after months” You smiled briefly at the warmth spreading through your chest, opened the windows and looked at your space. 

On the bed, your new uniform was laid down, awaiting your return. You asked for both the option of wearing pants and a skirt, depending on the type of mission, you settled with what seemed more comfortable. Your closet was empty, as you didn’t know for how much you were going to be away, except for a few pieces you stole from Maki’s closet. Everything Toge gave you, you took with you, and you wouldn’t take things from Yuta without his permission. You looked at the picture on your nightstand of the five of you, taken by Gojo as you exited a training session. You laughed with Panda as Maki, seemingly angry elbowed you in the ribs, Inumaki and Yuta enjoyed the moment quietly, both smiling. Fitted on the inside edge of that picture frame was a strip of pictures you took at a carnival, in a picture booth with Inumaki before exorcising a curse haunting the house of mirrors. One of the most difficult, terrifying missions you could have ever taken, in your first year nevertheless. But getting some Italian food sponsored by Gojo’s wallet at 2 AM on a Saturday was a great way to end the night. 

“Heh, look, you had spiky hair” You mentioned, taking the picture strip out of the frame and handing it over to the boy, who passed you another picture from your board by your desk in exchange. It was a selfie Gojo took with you and Maki, as he found you both sneaking in after getting piercings and tempura in Shibuya, taking Ijichi as hostage to drive you there. Remembering the event, you flipped down your septum, and checked for your five lobe piercings and your helix. Due to your family’s cursed technique, piercings were more than cliche, but on the ear, not on the nose. You opted for a septum for whenever you had to hide it. Your phone vibrated again. 

[ Inumaki Toge: i always liked that piercing on u. u look very cool ]

[ Inumaki Toge: you’ve always looked cool :)) ] 

“You flatter me too much, Toge, thank you” You turned away to hide the blush on your cheeks. Soon, you received a tap on your shoulder. You faced a flustered Inumaki with a dianty box in his hands. “Uh, you shouldn’t have, I—“ You were perplexed, trying to find the reason why he would give you a present. 

“Bonito Flakes” He insisted, shoving the gift into your hands and pointing to the door with his head. He wanted to give you some space, to read the letter and to change back into your uniform. 

“I’ll be quick, I promise” You gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before he rushed to leave the room. 

You prioritized changing into your uniform, deciding for the navy high rise wide pants with slits on their outer sides going from your mid-upper thigh to the bottom of the piece, made for better movement in battle. You buttoned up and tucked the navy jujutsu high jacket, of which you wore a shorter version, with a classic white collar from your button up peeking out from underneath. You scouted your bag for the tiny chain you hung from the eyelet of the collar, it was a family heirloom, a protection chain; if anyone touched it in battle, your cursed technique of choice would come into effect. Besides, it made you look more classy. 

You fixed the puffy long sleeves, the form and the material more breathable, flexible and comfortable for you. You reached out to your closet and fitted the white patent ankle boots, almost tripping while doing so. 

“I’m okay!” You shouted back, responding to a soft knock on the door. They were similar to Inumaki’s own shoes, but more stylish. In general, you were more stylish than him; or anyone else in both campuses. You finally fitted your black arm band, which had strapped in a box of needles, a rather thin rope and some thread. 

You sat in your bed and took the box between your hands, circling around your fingertips. You removed the decorative bow and cut through the sealing tape with your fingernails. In between the folds of tissue paper, you found a golden ring. Your lost ring. It looked different, but you could recognize that oval shaped emerald anywhere. You touched it several times to check if it was real or not. And it was. You rushed to find an explanation to this, prying the letter open with your fingernails. 

“Hi,

As I’m writing this, I’m not sure when you’re coming back. Or if you’re even doing so. Writing this letter gives me hope for your return, as so did getting you this welcome back gift. It’s the ring you took so much pride in owning. Oh, well, part of it. I remember how you got rushed to the infirmary, wailing, touching your damaged hand to see if you had your ring.  But you didn’t. I went back to the scene myself that same day, and the next, and the one after the other to find your missing jewel. When I found it, it looked terrible. It was dirty, bent, and the emerald had a crack in one of its corners. It took me some work, but I found someone that could restore it. It’s the original stone, and the original material but it had to be reshaped. I know you like signets, so I hope you can find appreciation in this one too. 

You looked once more at the piece and let out a teary chuckle. You had suffered so much the loss of that ring. It was a present from your grandmother, now deceased. You hated yourself incessantly for losing it. But now, it was back in your grip. You slipped it into your ring finger and before continuing your lecture, you fanned your under eyes to avoid ruining the hint of makeup you currently wore. 

If you’re reading this, I am so glad you’re back. I missed you, so so much. I’m glad to see you in good health. And I’m sorry everything happened the way it did. You didn’t do anything wrong. I know how you feel. Please trust me. Thank you once more for allowing me to speak to you through written words. You’re the only one I want to write to, anyways. I don’t have the patience for anyone else. Welcome back, cookie. 

I love you. 

Yours, Toge” 

[janamelie]

Dimension Jump XXI Report

I suppose I’m a DJ veteran now as this was my fifth consecutive one and the fourth at the Nottingham Crowne Plaza which is an expensive four-star hotel.  Sharing with a friend helps keep the cost reasonable and honestly, it’s worth it for the sheer convenience of being right there in the hotel and being able to nip back to your room as required.  (To be clear, you don’t have to stay in the hotel to attend the con.  There are plenty of other hotels nearby.)

Plus there is always the chance that you’ll see a guest at breakfast as I did Danny once.  He picked out a few pieces of fruit and nibbled at them before wandering over late to his photoshoot.  What else would you expect from a cat though?

Friday

Myself and @downonthepharm-red-dwarf (Amy) had arrived the previous day so had plenty of time to be near the front of the queue for registration.  Which meant we saw Hattie Hayridge arrive in a stunning designer coat and with smart luggage.  She really brought her outfit A-game and looked great the whole weekend.

Once we’d presented our respective proofs of full Covid vaccination or a recent negative test, we were given our DJ passes and booklets.  The latter has spaces for signatures from guests, an Order Of Events and various handy tips for the weekend.

The con kicks off at 5pm with an hour of gradual build-up in the Main Hall - they show videos from previous events, specially made titbits with various guests past and present such as Mark Dexter doing a mock guide to DJ and Rebecca Blackstone voicing Pree.  It all helps with the atmosphere, as do the numerous RD posters dotted around the hotel.

Then it was time for the Opening Ceremony featuring various Fan Club team members and an overcrowded stage full of cardboard boxes - the joke was that they’d had too much time on their hands during lockdowns and bought loads of stuff online.  It was obviously also a nod to Lister’s hoarding in “The Promised Land”.  

The sketch featured a specially made shot of the AA adverts’ Starbug model landing outside the Crowne Plaza and an 80s computerised version of the lovely convention logo.  You could tell a lot of loving effort had gone into the whole thing.

Once the guest line-up had been announced (I’ll get to that not-really-a-surprise-guest shortly), we went straight into the RD Pub Quiz, hosted by Hattie.  DOTP and I had been joined at our table by Lapsang and Barbs from our Discord (No Kind Of Atmosphere) plus various other attendees we’d befriended.

Someone in the crowd yelled “I love you, Hattie!” to which she quipped “I’ve pulled already!”  Another bloke shouted “Fuck off, she’s mine!” which led to a few shouts of “Fight!”  When neither seemed keen to do so, Hattie joked: “Only two?  That’s a bit pathetic!” and then we got started.

The quiz is hard, by design, but I’m good at quizzes and my team - No Kind Of Atmosphere after our Discord - came joint third which was gratifying.  (I was on the winning team a few DJs ago, to blow my own trumpet for a moment.  This is my report, after all.)

And then it was time for the first guest Q&A with - surprise, surprise - Johnny Vegas aka the Crit Cop in “Timewave”.  Not a great episode but he more than made up for that with an appearance I can only describe as chaotic.  Warning - DO NOT attempt to heckle him unless you want to be singled out and humiliated in front of the entire audience in a “Can’t look away” fashion which was nonetheless entertaining.  The man in question tweeted about it afterwards and seems to have taken it in good spirit.

Once we’d moved on from encouraging people to leave unpleasant things in room 429, it turned out Johnny’s a big fan of the show and owned it on VHS (so did I).  He thinks of the main characters, Holly would win at “Taskmaster” and had good reasons for that conclusion.  

He was dubious about the pink costume he wore in “Timewave” as he thought it might take away from the character but said he eventually decided he needed to get over what he was wearing and just go for it.  He also said one of his worst working moments was on “Benidorm” when he had to hold his breath underwater in a freezing swimming pool and his co-star kept forgetting her two lines so they had over 30 takes.  Ouch.

Johnny left commenting that he got less love at his 50th birthday party.  But we hadn’t seen the last of him by any means as people kept buying him drinks during the Auction, leading to him successfully bidding for one of the items on offer.

And then he was back for the Karaoke.  Now if you - as he informed us - had to undergo emergency dental surgery in the morning and had practically lost your voice, would you sing karaoke?  And not only that, would you sing a version of “Love On The Rocks” which lasted 11 minutes according to someone on Twitter (I wasn’t timing it, but I can believe it), followed by the full-length version of “American Pie”?

If you answered no, you’re clearly not Johnny Vegas.  He went to bed so late that the unfortunate Fan Club team member assigned to look after him got a grand total of 90 minutes’ sleep.

Saturday

DOTP and I had paid for the Photoshoot with Mr Vegas, Danny John-Jules and Ray Fearon.  We got in the queue at 9am which was when it was supposed to start.  An hour later we were still waiting.  Yep, Danny was late.

Once he made it to the hotel, I got my photo in front of a Science Room backdrop.  You might think Mr Vegas would be hungover and rushing through it, but on the contrary, he was still enjoying the hell out of proceedings which was refreshing to see.  Since he’d been added to the line-up too late to be in the souvenir booklet, he signed extra inserts for the Fan Club which they handed out to everyone at the later Autograph sessions so attendees got his autograph after all even though he’d finally left.  That’s what I call throwing yourself into an event.

Next up was a combined Q&A with Danny and Ray (originally separate but Danny’s lateness meant they were teamed up).  This wasn’t a problem at all though - on the contrary, it worked really well as the chumminess between them added to the vibe.  Also it was Ray’s first convention so he probably preferred to have Danny backing him up, especially since the poor man tripped on his way to the stage and almost fell.  I don’t think he was hurt but I cringed with secondhand embarrassment and empathy.  He wasn’t the only one to fall foul of the edge of the stage that weekend; I think it was the slightly raised dancefloor in front of it.

As is usual for Danny, we were treated to over half an hour of what you can only really describe as a stream of consciousness as he pontificated about various things.  He and Ray did also talk about working together on “Death In Paradise” and Ray described his worst working experience there - he had to play a scene in a club in 45 degree heat with a live snake wrapped around his neck!

Ray is attractive in a “Hollywood hunk” way and Danny was clearly conscious of this, joking that he’d “brought his own security with him” and muttering “I’m better-looking anyway!”  But all in a jokey way as they’re clearly friends.

Danny had come from filming and dropped a heavy hint that he’s appearing in a Dickens adaptation which I imagine will be shown at Christmas as they generally are.  He also complained that Craig Charles never answers his phone: “You send him a message and he answers it on Twitter a month later!”  (Interestingly, Chris Barrie later mentioned a recent phone conversation with Craig so make of that what you will.)

Ray was quieter but happy to talk about the vagaries of showbiz and typecasting - he said that due to his Shakespearean background he gets a lot of serious roles so people were genuinely surprised that he could also do comedy but “I was always funny!”  He also gently teased Danny about the age of some of his references before admitting he still finds Tommy Cooper funny.

Danny usually performs “Tongue-tied” with a good grace when inevitably asked to by an audience member but perhaps it’s finally starting to pall as this time he did it in the style of Oliver Reed’s Bill Sykes and included a lot of X-rated references to cunnilingus etc.  It was entertaining though.

Next up was a live Q&A (over Zoom) with Chris Barrie.  Danny decided to stick around as he wanted to show Chris something he’d ordered online.  It took a while to get the cameras in the right position for Chris to be able to see it and Danny needed a knife to open the parcel, leading Chris to quip “Is this a good time for me to step out for some lunch?”

However, it turned out to be worth it as it was a custom-made Ace Rimmer doll which impressed Chris with its quality and he complimented the maker.

Danny and Ray then departed for their lunch and to take part in the Coffee Lounge which this year had reduced its numbers for Covid-related reasons and held a ballot for entry in the interests of fairness.  Amy and I didn’t get in but happily stayed for the rest of Chris’s Q&A.

In the “working from home” spirit, Chris was in a hoodie in his living room as opposed to his more usual smart suit.  He was suitably relaxed and revealed he got through lockdown by concentrating on the things which make him happy, such as his hobbies, his garden and his family.  His favourite episodes are “Marooned”, “Dimension Jump” and - less predictably - “Twentica”.  He also referred to a recent “mannerly, as he would call it” phone conversation with Craig.  No details but it had clearly been a positive experience.

Amy decided to liven up the ending of his Q&A by asking a vitally important, “TPL”-related question.  Whom would Rimmer find more attractive, a female version of Lister or a female version of Cat?

Once the laughter had died down and Chris had bought some time by pointing out that “neither of them are women”, he gave the question appropriate consideration.  He pondered whether Rimmer would be more taken by the “simple charms” of Lister or the “feline grace” of Cat.  This next bit is courtesy of Amy as my memory isn’t infallible: He said it’d be a choice between a feline form or a rounder, a bit more slovenly woman - he wouldn’t want the perfectly feline woman because she might not like his imperfections, but he also wouldn’t want someone who ate curry three times a day.  “Basically, a balance would be ideal.”

That was the last question but Chris provided a little more entertainment as he had a “How do you turn this off then?” moment a la Gordon the computer in “Better Than Life” and made amusing faces as he figured it out.  If it was anyone but Chris I’d think it was a deliberate reference to that but I think he was genuinely befuddled.

We then broke for lunch, followed by Autographs with Hattie, Danny, Ray and Norman Lovett.  I got the latter three to sign the “TPL” poster I’d brought with me but gave Hattie the booklet instead as it seemed more tactful.  She complimented the dress I was wearing and I returned the compliment, telling her how much the fans appreciate the effort she makes with her DJ outfits.

Norman commented how there’s a version of the “TPL” poster he isn’t on, bemusedly.  Fortunately mine was the version including him. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon chilling in the bar with Amy, Lapsang and Barbs, chatting to other attendees.  Graphic Designer Matthew Clark was now in the Merchandise Room with various props from Series XII and “TPL” including the Starbug manual used onscreen.  I got his autograph on my poster but it’s an incomprehensible squiggle.  Oh well.  He was very friendly and easy to talk to.

After a break for dinner, the Main Hall reopened for the Costume Competition.  This seems to get better every DJ, with an amazing “Greyscale Rimmer” who was discomfiting to be around due to the corpse-like makeup, a Natalina Pushkin, a Nirvanah Crane who could almost have been Jane Horrocks herself and a Diving Suit Cat from “BTE”.  Other entries included Rimmer’s Mum, “Giraffes who were armed and dangerous” and a Confidence And Paranoia who were later pictured at the bar chatting to Paranoia himself, Lee Cornes.

We then had a special video message from Doug Naylor which I won’t go into as I’m sure everyone’s already heard the details.  Suffice to say, his tone was positive.

The second Auction was hosted by Ian Boldsworth who made it more entertaining by adding his own commentary to each item.  This was followed by a stand-up set from Norman.  It was amusing but he misjudged the mood a bit, I feel.  When you’re waiting for a disco to start and it’s already hours late due to Danny’s tardiness, you don’t particularly want to contemplate your own mortality.  We were here to get away from all that, as much as possible.

Anyway, the Disco was a lot of fun even if Dave Benson Phillips’ presence as host was sorely missed.  Hattie danced for the best part of an hour alongside everyone else.  The stand-in DJs did their job and I stayed until the end.  The final two songs were “Bohemian Rhapsody” and … “Tongue-tied”.

Sunday

Not being in the Sunday Photoshoot, Amy and I had a nice leisurely breakfast and got over last night’s festivities before the first Q&A, live over Zoom with Robert Llewellyn.

This was hosted by Ian Boldsworth who in his capacity as Dave era audience warm-up knows Robert well.  Clearly well enough to get away with teasing him relentlessly about not being at the con in person until poor Robert was a mess of Krytenesque guilt.  

His protestations that he’d been scheduled to be in Munich this weekend but no longer was (he was at home) only made things worse.  Ian: “Oh, so that’s two sets of people you’ve disappointed now!  Stop saying yes to things!”  It was hilarious and Robert took it in its intended spirit.  Also Ian was getting a measure of revenge for Robert - in character as Kryten - dry humping him at recordings.  One attendee asked “With the groinal attachment?!”

Robert admitted that he finds Kryten’s various groinal attachments hilarious and if he was writing the show they’d be in every episode.  He praised Doug’s restraint.

He also admitted that in “TPL” he had an earpiece to have his lines fed to him.  Since it’s controlled by an iPad, certain unscrupulous cast members took great delight in feeding him rude ones.

He still intends to update “The Man In The Rubber Mask” but atm “Fully Charged” is consuming a lot of his time as it’s become much more successful than he anticipated and he’s in charge of several people.

Surprisingly, he would hate appearing in RD without the Kryten makeup, both because it’s become much quicker to apply and because it provides him with a shield and he becomes Kryten and forgets stagefright.  He still can’t watch “DNA” for that reason.

Lapsang, who played Kryten in “Into The Gloop”, asked Robert if he’d seen it.  He hadn’t but said he was now very curious and would find a way to.

Next up was Lee Cornes aka Paranoia who said he originally auditioned for the lead roles and like the other unsuccessful actors got the consolation prize of a guest appearance.  Upon being asked if he’d gone out for a drink with Craig Ferguson’s Confidence, he said no because at the time they had a frosty relationship due to rumours that Craig was plagiarising other comics’ jokes.  Lee said it was all very silly and he’s since apologised.

Interestingly, Lee is a qualified science teacher and carried on with that career alongside his media one, leading to surreal situations where his pupils would ask: “Sir?  Were you on the telly last night?”  “Yes.”  “Are we on the telly now, sir?”

Someone asked a good question - what would Lister’s Paranoia be like now 33 years later?  Lee would be willing to reprise the role but isn’t sure it would work as the original had a childish quality whereas he feels now the character would be a lot darker and less funny.  Lee was both thoughtful and entertaining in his responses.

He was followed onstage by Hattie and Norman, who resolutely refused to rise to the bait of an audience member attempting to stir up a rivalry between them.  That only works when one isn’t the nicest person you could meet.

A tactless audience member asked both if they’d watched “TPL” instead of directing the question at Norman.  Luckily Hattie had seen it and particularly enjoyed the cat flap joke although she felt there was a little too much focus on the guest cast.

Norman didn’t really watch RD after he left but Hattie has seen Norman’s early episodes as he lent them to her back when she was originally cast as Hilly for research purposes.  Bear in mind this was 1988 when they weren’t even available on VHS so presumably he recorded them off the TV.  

Hattie confirmed with a sigh that she’s simply never been asked to return in any capacity: “That’s the short answer.”  What the hell, I’ll say it one more time - Bring Back Hattie!  One episode, that’s all I ask.  As it stands, it’s starting to look like a pointed and deliberate snub which mystifies me.

We then broke for lunch, followed by Rob Grant and Paul Jackson.  For obvious reasons they didn’t go into the current legal mess, opting instead to entertain the fans with the story of how they met and their early pre-RD work (Rob and Doug as freelance writers for Paul’s producer).

We saw some clips from their early shows including “Three Of A Kind” with Lenny Henry, Tracy Ullman and … later magician David Copperfield; apparently they all had the same agent and Paul took on David as a favour.  For a 40 year old show it held up pretty well and was in much better sound and picture quality than older shows often are. “Carrott’s Lib” was just as funny.

It’s a bit hard to summarise but this session was entertaining and gripping.  Rob still wants to write another RD novel and I believe there’s nothing actually stopping him as both he and Doug had an option to write a second solo novel.  So we’ll see.

The final Q&A was Matthew Clark who was very informative and interesting, showing us numerous production stills from Series XII and “TPL” and talking us through them.  There was a groan when time was called before he was finished.

By now time was running short and Amy and I went back to the room to pack and leave our luggage with reception before watching the start of “Dibbley Family Fortunes”. Since I knew I wouldn’t have time to watch it all, I instead nipped upstairs to Autographs with Lee and Ian, timing it perfectly as the queue had almost vanished.

Ian was still performing, drawing scornful attention to the fact that Lee had a longer queue: “Can you imagine all these people queueing to see Lee Cornes?!”  It sounds rude out of context but he was clearly joking.

I decided to ask Lee what flavour the yogurt Paranoia eats was.  He said it didn’t really taste of anything as it was the cheapest, nastiest canteen yogurt available and was also starting to curdle under the studio lights so eating it can’t have been much fun.

Since I now had about 15 minutes before I had to go, I caught a bit of Dibbley Family Fortunes, said goodbye to Amy, Lapsang and Barbs and then dashed off to catch the tram to the train station.  Another great DJ.

[lilacmiracle]

The Terrifying Case of Iplier Manor - Chapter 2

Partially beta read by @mysterio-is-the-truth (partially because the bit that was beta read is the bit that i wrote before i dropped off for literal years lol)

Fandoms: Markiplier, Buzzfeed Unsolved

Note: Quotation marks are Ryan narrating, bold is Shane speaking, italics are Ryan speaking, both bold and italics is the psychic, both bold and italics and in all caps is the spirit box

(i know it’s been over 2 years since i updated this damn fic shut up shut up shut up)

(AO3) Words: 1834

After Lily’s departure, Ryan and Shane went about setting up the spirit box for various areas of the house. First is the room in which the flashlights were used in order to communicate. The spirit box is placed on the mantle of the fireplace.

Okay, I’m turning it on now. It might be a bit loud.

SCR-SRK-SCH-SHC-STRK

Shane flinches slightly, as the sudden noise is sharp against the previous silence in the room.

If you would like to communicate with us, please repeat one of our names back. I’m Ryan,

And I’m Shane!

SKH-STRK-SHC-SHK-RKSR

Could you tell us your name?

SHK-SKR-KSR- NO -STRC

I - it sounded like it just said “no,” can we replay that?

The clip of the spirit box saying “no,” is replayed twice, both times with the word “no” at the bottom of the screen, as though it were a subtitle.

Do you not want to communicate with us?

STK-STH-KRT- STAY -SKF-SGH

Okay, it definitely said “stay.” If you want us to stay, then I’m gonna need more than one word at a time.

SHR-SKC-SJK-SHC-KRS

It goes on for another moment, before Ryan turns the box off.

This one’s real indecisive, isn’t he? First “no, fuck off,” then “oh, please stay!” More like a clingy ex than a demon if you ask me.

(wheeze) Let’s go to the next room?

The video cuts to an image of the outside of the Manor, though it appears to be edited so that the house appears to be in its prime, with most, if not all, lights on and a well-tended garden that far outshines the modern-day plain lawn that was seen in the beginning of the video.

“Unfortunately, our psychic was unwilling to interact with anything using the spirit box, so we are going to use it in the Manor’s most active areas.”

The video cuts to see Ryan and Shane sitting on the floor, next to a familiar balcony railing, the spirit box between them. Ryan reaches down to turn it on, then sits back up.

If anyone is here and would like to communicate, please give us a sign.

SKR-SHK-SKC-SHC

You could say our names? I’m Ryan.

I’m Shane.

SCH-KRSK-SGH- RYAN -SKJ

The video replays the audio of the spirit box saying “Ryan” twice, both times “Ryan” is at the bottom of the screen, like a subtitle.

Okay, it said my-

SKH- SHANE -KRS-SHR-SKC

It said both our names. Would you like to tell us something? Communicate a message?

SKC-SHK- MADNESS -SJK-SRK

“Madness?” What’s madness?

SKR-JKS- MADNESS IS -SJKH- IS -SGH- HIM -SKH

“Him?” Are you talking about the Colonel?

SKF-SHJ- HE’S A -SJH- A -KJS- MURDE-

The spirit box turns off, cutting the voice short. Ryan picks it up, and says,

I don’t think it’s ever done that before. Is it safe to turn it back on?

It’s as safe as it ever is. Turn it back on, piss off the demons. 

I don’t think we should do that.

Why not? Maybe the ghost was giving us ~forbidden information~

Or it was saying the one word you’re not allowed to say here.

Did you just get the ghost kicked out of it’s own haunting place? That’s very rude of you. Apologize.

I, uh... sorry, ghost.

Good. It accepts your apology.

(wheeze) Fuck off, Shane.

“We decided not to resume the spirit box session, for fear of angering any demonic entities that may or may not reside within the Manor. Instead, we will be continuing the use of the spirit box in the séance room.”

The video cuts to see Ryan and Shane sitting back at the table they were at earlier with Lily, with the spirit box on the table between them.

“During our earlier séance in this room, we made contact with a demon, who then proceeded to make contact with us in other areas of the Manor. It is likely that it will return to this area and communicate via the spirit box, rather than any ghosts.”

Lemme grab my holy water, hang on.

Ryan bends down under the table, presumably to grab something beneath it. He resurfaces with an almost-full bottle of water, which the audience can assume was blessed off-screen and is indeed holy.

Let’s get this show on the road!

Ryan reaches to turn the spirit box on, and it activates immediately, with no problems.

SHRK-KSH-JSTK-SJDK

If anyone is here and would like to communicate, please use the spirit box to give us a sign. If you would like, you may repeat one of our names back to us. I’m Ryan,

And I’m Shane! 

SKS-DSF-JGHK-DSH-DJKS

The noise continues for a minute more.

Oh, the demon’s scared to answer. It’s scared of the big bad Ghost Boys.

Oh my god, Shane.

You scared, demon? You gonna cry?

SDGD-SDSH-SKJ-DGJ

You’re a pussy is what you are. What happened to the death threats, huh? Thought you were gonna kill us!

(laughter)

Y’know what, demon? I give you permission to do whatever you want to me for the next 10 seconds. Rip my heart out my throat. Possess me and make me kill him-

Don’t drag me into this-

I know you want to! C’mon! Or are you too much of a little pissbaby to do it?

(wheeze) Stop taunting the damn thing, it'll kill us both!

You’re a little pissbaby demon who can’t even kill a guy with permission!

(laughter)

SHK-KRS-You’re just like William used to be.

The voice from the spirit box sounds like a woman’s, but warped and distorted, as though it came from far away. The noise from the box turns off entirely, indicating that it turned itself off again. Ryan is no longer laughing.

I- that- that was a full and coherent sentence from the spirit box.

That never happens. I’m impressed, demons! Maybe there is a little merit in the whole “Iplier-Manor’s-demon-is-the-scariest.”

Are you serious right now?

Fuck no, man! The spirit box is random-ass radio channels, how many times have we gotten random words from that thing? I’m not gonna start singing its praises and believing in spooky ghosts and demons and shit with one sentence. It’s gonna have to do better than that. It gave the bare fuckin’ minimum.

Should we try again?

Sure! And this time, the demon better stop being a little pissbaby and actually do something!

Ryan leans over to the spirit box and hits the power button. Nothing happens, and he hits it again. He (and Shane, eventually) begin fiddling with it for a minute more.

The battery’s dead.

We just got new ones for it. We’ve only used it what, an hour?

It should have a charge. The demons are fucking with my batteries!

(laughter) Stop messing with our equipment, demons! That shit’s expensive!

“Considering that the demons turned the spirit box off, and drained the battery for good measure, I think that it’s safe to assume that they no longer want to speak to us in this room. As such, we will be having the third and final spirit box session by the mirror in the entrance hall.”

The scene then cuts to, surprise surprise, Shane and Ryan standing by the mirror in the entrance hall, the spirit box on the table between them.

"Once again, this will be our final spirit box session, this time, hopefully, with the presence in the mirror, if they are able to communicate. It is also possible that the demon may attempt to return and communicate here, as well, so we will remain cautious during this attempt."

I will be remaining cautious. You're probably going to antagonize the shit out of whatever shows up, right?

I am going to continue using my natural charm on all the demons.

So yes.

Did you doubt me?

No, not really.

SCR-SRK-SCH-SHC-STRK

Hello, entity in the mirror, if that is who or what you are. If you would like to communicate, please say our names back to us. I'm Ryan.

I'm Shane!

SHJ-SKD-SCH-RYAN-SCF-SHANE

Okay. Are you the entity that is currently occupying the mirror?

DJD-SDK-YES-TZS-GHK

Are you, or were you, the District Attorney?

AKS-LKF-YES-FJS-LKD

What happened to make you this way?

DKS-SJK-GOT SHOT-KSD-BODY-SDKJ-STOLEN

Ryan looks over at Shane, asking, breathlessly,

What the fuck?

I don't know! They got full-on bodysnatched! What do you want me to say!

I don't know! Have you heard of this shit happening before?

No! Have you?

No! What the fuck!

Why are we yelling! Ask more questions if you're so confused!

I don't know! And I will!

SDK-DSKL-YOU REMIND ME-DSL-KLDS-OF DAMIEN-SDK-DFM-AND CELINE

I- did you know them? No, wait, of course you did. Do you know how they died?

SLK-DFLK-THEY STOLE-LSD-SLS-MY BODY

Fucking what? The plot thickens!

How the fuck-

SDLK-LSLK-I DON'T-DSL-LDP-KNOW-DKL-EITHER

Okay then!

People can just do that. I'm going to steal your body, Ryan.

Don't joke about that!

Who says I'm joking? Maybe I'm the demon in disguise, and this has been a long-term plan to steal your skin. Who knows?

I can and will spray you with my holy water.

Do it. Coward.

Ryan sprays it at Shane, but doesn't actually lose much of the water inside, as though he is saving it for later encounters.

SLK-FKD-I'M SO-SDLK-TIRED-DSLK-I'M DONE TALKING RIGHT NOW

Okay! Goodbye, District Attorney.

Bye.

DLS-DLK-GOODBYE-KJD-RYAN-FKJ-AND SHANE

Ryan picks up the spirit box and turns it off. Then, the camera cuts to a shot of Ryan and Shane outside of the Manor.

"This is the end of our exploration of the Iplier Manor. Since it is a historical building, an overnight stay was not able to be arranged, however, I believe that this is the most evidence that we have gotten in the history of this channel. As we drive back to our hotel, the question still remains: Are ghosts and demons real?"

"The mystery remains... Unsolved."

The word Unsolved is stamped over the screen, in red, before it fades to black. Then, it cuts to a short clip of Shane and Ryan sitting in the backset of a van, with the back window being black with the night sky.

So what do you think, Mr. Skeptic? We just had an entirely comprehensible conversation with a ghost. You can't tell me that you don't believe in some of that.

I can and I will. I think that we got connected to a phone call, or something-

Really? A phone call?

Hey, those use radio signals, right? It's not unreasonable to say that the spirit box accidentally picked one up, and whoever was on the other end heard the Ghoul Boys on the line and decided to have some fun!

*sigh* You could stare a ghost right in the face and say it doesn't exist.

Whatever fits your definition of ghost, I mean, yeah. I could. I will tell the wind that it isn't a ghost, sure.

You are insufferable.

Maybe I am, but you're stuck with me!

Yeah, but you're stuck with me, too.

The horror! The horror!

The video fades out to the sound of Shane and Ryan both laughing.

Tags: @lildevyl @ghostly-quest @turtlecrow @sandinthetardis 

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Right Where You Left Me (Kakashi x OC)

Pairings: Kakashi x OC, Jiraiya x Tsunade, Dan Kato x Tsunade

Synopsis:

She was the daughter of a Legendary Sannin, He, a son of a disgraced shinobi. Fate brought them together but life tore them apart. Will they be able to take control of their destinies and find their way back to each other?

...Or will they be another victim of the cruel shinobi world they are both a part of?

Chapter Two

In the next few years, Akira proved herself to be a little firecracker. She had captured the hearts of those who surrounded her almost immediately. Tsunade’s days became a little brighter due to the presence of her little one, she became her world. But still, Dan’s death loomed over her like a shadow. She couldn’t stop thinking about how he was supposed to be here, how they should be raising their child together instead of on her own. She could see him in their child every single day especially in her eyes, the eyes that Dan gave her. It was so much like his that she could almost imagine Dan staring right back at her.

And even in her disposition she could see bits of Dan mixed with her own. Akira’s character was what a person could call a perfect combination of her parents. She was normally a calm and laidback personality and even as a child she was selfless and kind to others but she could also be impatient at times and prone to rule-breaking a little more than Tsunade wanted to admit.

Everyday Akira radiated happiness to the people around her. Tsunade had hoped that her daughter would remain a civillian. That she would have a normal life inside the walls of the village, never having to know the cruelness of the shinobi world. She wanted her daughter to be protected more than anything in the world. Even Jiraiya who remained put for the first year of Akira’s life, shared Tsunade’s wishes but their hopes were all too soon shattered.

Even at only a few months old, Akira’s abilities were already starting to show itself. At first, both Tsunade and Jiraiya were in denial. It was unheard to have a child of such age show that much capabilities. They shoved it at the back of their minds for the time being but when Akira’s first birthday neared, refusing the truth was no longer an option. When Tsunade entered Akira’s room full of daisies, the truth dawned on them like a bucket full of ice cold water.

She had inherited her great-grandfather’s kekkei genkai.

The Wood Release.

She was the first since the Shodai Hokage’s time to have this nature transformation and to think that when everyone finally came into terms that this Release was extinct, Akira came along, having acquired it naturally, after it skipped two full generations of her family and more than seventy years since her great-grandfather was born.

This brought fear in Tsunade’s mind. The safety of her daughter could be at risk after this discovery. It was not a secret that the Wood Release was one, if not the most, sought after kekkei genkai in the world. Not just because of its rarity but also the power and versatility it gives its wielder.

And the destruction it may cause once fallen in the wrong hands.

If that wasn’t already bad enough as it is, a shocking discovery from the Third Hokage’s wife became the final nail in the box that sealed Akira’s fate as a protector of the Village Hidden in the Leaves.

“ What is that?” Biwako asked looking at Akira’s right feet as Jiraiya lulled her for afternoon nap. The child was just about to turn one and after Tsunade’s distressed conversations with Hiruzen about the safety of her child, the Hokage together with his wife, decided to pay the child a visit.

“ It showed up a few days after she was born.” Tsunade answered. She caught the startled look that passed Biwako’s face from across the chubadai as the older woman looked at her husband.

“What?” Tsunade asked, looking at the two. She knew immediately that something was going on and if it had anything to do with her daughter then needed to know. She had to.

“ Could it be possible?” Biwako’s eyes remained fixated on the Hokage.

“It makes a lot of sense.” Hiruzen recalled how Tsunade came into his office a few months after Akira’s birth. He had never seen him so frantic as she told him ever growing abilities of Akira. She said it was just a couple of flowers in the beginning and how she thought they were just reacting to her chakra but then the incident with the daisies happened and she was so sure that there was something wrong with her. Most children do not show their affiliated chakra natures until well into their childhoods when they’ve mastered their chakra control. He did his best to calm the new mother that day and assured her that it was probably because of Akira’s genetics and heritage but it never truly left his mind. Yes, it was possible that it was because she was the great-grand daughter of the First Hokage and the daughter of the two of the most skilled shinobis that the Leaf Village had come across but he always suspected that there was more behind what was seen. Biwako’s suspicions was entirely plausible given the facts.

“Shut the doors.” He instructed in a manner he was the only one who was allowed to do so.

“Have you ever heard of The Okami?” Biwako asked as soon as the doors were closed shut and they were completely alone.

“The Wolf Spirit? Yeah, from the folktales and myths.” Jiraiya’s voice had a hint of apprehensiveness, he had a feeling that he won’t like what they were about to imply. He looked at the innocent child in his arms. It’s impossible.

“Not exactly.” And so, Biwako told the tale of the Okami to the two Sannin. She told how the wolf, believed to be once a human, protected the people in the shadows. It was known for its benevolence and truthfulness and was well-respected and honored during it’s time. And when it’s time came, the Okami vowed to its descendants that when the humankind is in dire need of protection, it will once again return to the world. Up until now, it is believed that the descendants of the Okami still remains in the heart of the Kiyoiyuki Mountains.

Biwako told them that there only has been two other people recorded in recent history to be believed as the reincarnation of the wolf. The latest was during the beginning of the Warring States Period nearly two centuries ago. They all had the same mark Akira now possessed.

“You’re saying she’s a reincarnation of this wolf-spirit that hasn’t been seen in decades?”

It was the Lord Third who answered the clearly terrified mother. “We can’t be sure for now, Tsuna. We’ll have to wait until she’s older but it would explain why she developed such abilities this early. She isn’t like the other children.”

Tsunade felt like she was going to puke. Not only were her dreams of Akira living as a simple civillian were shattered but her fate to die for the village seemed inevitable.

“So she’s like a jinchūriki?” Jiraiya’s question sounded more like a statement.

“Similar, but no. Jinchūrikis have a spirit of a tailed beast living inside of them, like a seperate being. She doesn’t have that because she the Okami is inside her very core. They are one.” Biwako explained.

In the end, the four of them decided that Akira’s true nature would remain as a secret. There will be no papers linking to her true nature, only that she is a prodigy if her own right which can be easily explained by her origins. This was necessary to ensure that she would remain safe until she was ready to defend herself from those who would want to use her for their own gain.

In the following years, she would be trained rigorously to prepare her for her role as a protector of Konohagakure. A number of both current and non-Jonin-senseis were handpicked by the Hokage together with her mother and godfather were chosen to be her teachers and senseis in the upcoming years.

Tsunade was against the idea at first. She wanted to give her daughter a normal childhood like everyone else but knowing that training her is the only way to protect her, she agreed to the plan with a heavy heart.

It wasn’t easy to raise Akira on her own especially with her still not being able to really move on with Dan’s death knowing that they should be raising Akira together and her depression that was constantly making her day even harder but she did her best, the best she could manage. She thought her medical ninjutsu for the next nine years and just as she expected, she was a natural at it. That made Tsunade smile.

Much to their relief, Akira had a somewhat normal childhood, at least for the first nine years. She trained with her sensei’s on the weekends, attended the academy (sometimes) on weekdays and played with the other kids during the afternoon. Her skills were already advanced for her rank as an academy student when she was five. It was already comparable with a newly promoted chūnin and sometimes she would even spar with kids in the higher ranks.

She wasn’t always compliant though. She would skip sessions with her senseis from time to time and would play with the other kid instead, her taijutsu needed some work and her kenjutsu could still be improved. The adults took that as a good sign. They didn’t want to take her personality away and turn her into some sort of killing machine just because her destiny demanded her to.

It was during her training with Inoichi Yamanaka, a former student of her father, Dan Katō, when her nature as the reincarnation of The Okami was once and for all, confirmed. Her eyes had turned a into a bright shade of yellow, her pupils constricted to a tiny speck in the sea of yellow and her chakra that was usually associated with the color blue, became white as a snow. It was neutral. And deadly. Akira fainted after the incident and Inoichi decided to volunteer as her future master.

She was nine when her mother left. Tsunade had taught her everything she could in terms of medical ninjutsu. The top medical-nins will supervise Akira’s training from then on.

It was just supposed to be a few months of sabbatical. She just wanted some time alone to deal with her grief and depression. She wanted to be better mother for her daughter. Tsunade even asked Akira if she wanted to come travel with her and she actually hope that she would agree. She hoped that she could just whisk Akira away from her responsibilities from this damned shinobi world, she would have done so of she said yes. But like any other nine year old kid, she didn’t want to leave the place she had called home or fall behind her friends. Akira refused and instead asked her mother to bring her a gift from every town she would come and visit until her return.

And Akira didn’t realize her childhood would soon come to an end soon after her mother crossed the front gates of Konohagakure and onto the world outside.

Next up: Lots of Kakashi and Akira history.

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