#this two heal each other

[onmywaytofanfic]

Muta x Reina - Chapter 2 - Cracks

Okay...so here it is this short chapter for Muta and Reina. Again Reina having multiple ships and me diving into the AU verse head first. So here is some Reina and Muta continuing what was left before. Also I will clean my tags and like properly tag teh different AUs cuz..chaos.

WARMINGS: Mentions of suicide attempt

WORDS: 3176

Reina sat in the bed, scared, fragile and over all closer to lose her temper and her coolness. It was a hard week, she had been going to all her therapy session, she had also gone to those group chats and even joined the book-club. She had started to get of her shell, as much as she could. Every day closer to seen Muta, seemed to strangle her.

-Gen…Gen…Dr. Yamanaka – she ran towards him

-What’s the matter Reina?

-Can you like cancel the visit? – He was talking with another nurse, looked at her and nodded gently

-Just give me a minute – then he returned his vision and focus on her – Listen Reina

-I can’t do it

-Well, I think you can, and not just that…But I truly think that you need it. He has agreed and you can spend a whole afternoon with someone from the outside, don’t you say that you miss it? If you want to go back there, you need to get used first to what you are going to encounter there, and the first steps, not just for you but for everyone here…Is re-meeting familiar faces. I’m sure you will be okay. You seemed so eager to see him? What’s the problem now?

-I…- a small buzzing filled her ears, her hive anxious – I just…I …

-Reina… tomorrow you will have a great day.

The doctor left and she just started to go back to her room. She did not go to the book-club that evening and decided to do something with her little gift. Her stupid, little gift. She still remembers it clearly, the pain that it meant to him and everyone. It was a very lovely event, a small party to celebrate that Shino and Kagura were back from their honeymoon. At some point a knife left the table and it fell to the floor, near to her foot. She just stood there silently, looking at the knife. Shibi was too and Muta’s father, Atlas. She wanted to scream of happiness, to jump around and rush to Muta’s home and cut…cut a lot. Her hive had given up, it did not try to protect her from the knife. She smiled and, in a flash, she left their garden. The next thing, she decided to look for something sharp. However, it did not cut her.

-You …. dammed you – howled her. A small flock of insects was trying to make her stop from hurting herself. The next thing she remember was Shibi and Atlas breaking in Muta’s bedroom. They tried to make her stand up, but she was a mess of tears. She grabbed the knife once more, but Shibi just needed to grab her wrist firme. Her hive was in danger, their host was the danger. Both have talked many times about it since the day they agreed to Takeo’s proposal. It could be a good choice, she was out of that environment, they would leave the compound, not many Aburames and for that extend people who lived there, seemed to like the duo. They thought they could help her, and her hive to not fall into such places. But it was late. She was broken in so many tiny and minute pieces that nobody seemed to find them anywhere.

-I think it is the only choice…. - muttered Shibi to his younger brother. He nodded. It was time to seek help, outside their nest. She could not be helped by the hive anymore. That was her faint last memory. Apparently Muta was also there, and Torune, Fuu, Shino and Katsura…Everyone seemed to help her pack her things, they said that Katsura helped Muta to clean her. But she couldn’t remember anything… except that when she rushed to Muta’s home to do it…she broke a small pot that he had at the entrance. A silly pot with a small cactus on it, it had the formed of a beetle. She had been going to pottery classes there and she thought that it was time to give something to him, after all he had only gave to her.

-This is stupid – muttered holding the small pot -This is just…-she let the tears flow. She held it tightly, afraid of break it, letting it on the top of her table scared, overwhelmed… She couldn’t face him, not now nor ever. Curled in her bed she fell asleep crying, drinking her salty tears and making a whole mess. She did not want to see him, and yet she was craving his arms around her body, the security that the sweet buzzing of his hive made just for her. She never replied to that chant, her body numb every time he hugged with that tenderness in his heart. Numb, unconscious, unaware of what she was losing by no hugging back, by no closing her eyes and let that subtle rhythm take her pain out of her. She grabbed the sheet of her bed while dreaming of that embrace and wondering how she could have back everything that she spit on it.

She wanted her life back, but she did not know where she left it.

Time fly by and the day of the visit arrived with blazing sun that let the small garden of the ward blind everyone with its colours. They reflect in the tiny room where Reina kept looking at the hand mirror shaking, her hair a mess and her face completely swallowed of all the tears that every day she shed. – A mess…- muttered, they left her there a huge mess and she kept being one. She was mediocre at best. Hiding in the bathroom tried to wash off everything with cold water out of her face, tried her hardest to tame her mane and kept pushing tears back. There was no use, no form to solve what she had become. She gave up, once more, and sat on the floor. The clock kept running and so was Muta back at his home…

He woke up earlier than usual and started to prepare breakfast in a merry mood. His father looked at his energetic son finishing some short of pastries and looked confused. Muta still had troubles adapting to his new limb, and he clearly limp while moving around the kitchen.

-Good morning father – smiled the young sprout. Atlas just gave him a snort and sat on the stools of the counter.

-You go today to see her, don’t you? – his son nodded and kept packaging the pastries in a small blue box. He made biscuits with different shapes and flavour, butter, chocolate, and some with handmade strawberry jam.

-Are you sure of this…. Muta – his father started to pour some hot water into a glass and drink it directly. His son just looked at his sides and nodded once more. Atlas had tried his best to make his son go back into the…” circle” of singles of the village. Looking for a wife for his only son and someone at least stable.

-Muta…you do not need to pity her

-I don’t pity her. I know she is doing alright. She is…progressing. The doctors said so – Atlas sighted and smashed the counter making it shake

-Muta

-Father. I know what I am doing. 

-She just said that but as things are she could just not choose you once she is…fine

-I don’t care. – The young lad looked severe at his father – I don’t care father. I… I just want to see her smile and I don’t mind, care or… I just want to be close to her, just believe me her smile is worthy.

-Is it? Is it worthy for you to lose your time as you do chase some lunatic?

-She is not crazy

-For fuck’s sake she tried to kill herself!

-And you and uncle knew that she was ill and did nothing

-So, did you.

-I tried father! – Shouted – I really tried… - Muta held back his tears – I really tried and only we know how much we tried – mentioned his hive too – We tried father. Everything that came to mind, every single chance that I got I took it. But she was broken, she was shattered. The council let that happen.

-The council had nothing to do with this

-You, old farts, knew what that man was doing right in front of your noses! You all knew and did nothing.

-It is not that easy. Nobody has the right to get into a home’s quarrels.

-Yet the council interferes when sees it fitting, don’t they? Everyone hated them here; you guys saw him selling her daughter as a chance to get rid of those two venoms and yet you have the nerve to say that you did everything you could? She was sold and you saw it as a solution. You, all of you, could have solve this way sooner, and yet you kept it brushing it under the carpet as nothing was happening. She could have died.

-Her hive

-Her hive? What are you going to say, uh? That it protected her. I clearly remember the mess that she was in, she abandoned any substance to feed her body that’s what kept the…knife…out of her…not the hive…- Muta tried to not break in front of his father, once more; bitter memories of the mess that he encountered. Her mind completely gone, into another dimension, place, universe where she was trying to not suffer. Her rigor cadaveric make her look as if she was already dead, but the small warmth that escape her lips kept him secure that life was still beating inside her.

-I have things to do – sentence the conversation the young lad. He finished packaging the small box and took his things with himself. Cursing upon the pain that his lost limb was giving to him. He left the compound and marched towards the ward, where Reina was held. The closer he got, the faster his breath seemed to run out. He was on time, too much in time. They left him waiting until the clock run enough for him to come in.

-Are you ready? – The soft voice startled Reina, Chokako one of the doctor’s there, knocked on her door. She kept trying her hardest to comb her hair the best she could. She really should take a little bit of more care upon her image; it only came to her mind that she should do that when she decided to see Muta. She found that her hair was a mess of knots and tangles, the doctor came by and tried to help her detangled some of it – We do not have much time Reina…try to do a braid it would camouflage it a little bit – Reina sighted. “How you do one of those?” she had never had her hair as long as at that moment. She tried her best twisted her hair trying to make it and it ended up with even a messier hair than before. Another knock on the door, she should be on the hallway now waiting for her visit. She looked at her huge messy braid, her heart racing ashamed of been seen like that. She took the small pot and crunch her hands on it, keeping it firm in her grip. She looked at the small hand mirror, a mess, not what she was expecting to show him; proof that she was better, healthier and lively; instead, her hair was a mess that she was really trying to hide it, she needed to wear those pyjamas however, she put her finest one. She gulped and looked at the doors of the hallway, patients were already greeting their visitors. Among the multitude she saw him, his tall figure towering the rest of patients and visitors. She raised her hand and wave timidly; he waved back and approached her; he had a small box with him and tried to not show his limping as much as possible. He got closer to her and smile, a painful card dangling in his cloths read “Visitor”. She wished that instead of him visiting her it was more of a…date thing. Maybe going shopping, or to have some snacks in a cafeteria…she craved being out there.

-Hi

-Hi – then silence. Reina was trembling, she looked at her feet trying to find something to say.

-I like your braid – said with a small smile Muta and ventured to get near her to touch it

-I…I don’t think so

-What?

-The braid….is a mess I…tried but I couldn’t, and it was already too late, and you were here, and…

-Hey, hey, hey … he got closer – Don’t worry…I like it, really – he let hiss hand rest on her shoulder, he raised his eyebrows and let his smile get wider; she did not flinch nor stepped back. His rosy cheeks were shining to her with such intensity and warmth that he felt a slight headache, as if he was getting some fever.

-What do you want to do? – asked the gal thrilling by the fact that he could rest his hand closer to her without her jumping or fearing him. She looked everywhere, full of doubts, what was she supposed to do?

-Garden… -she finally looked at his face, she was glowing – Let’s go to the garden. It is not as big as the compounds nor as your father’s garden- Muta smiled, his branch oversaw the area secure where the bugs roamed free, his home, or better said his father’s; was at the entrance so the family could check who goes in and out. The lad nodded and followed her to the garden. She suddenly, hold his hand and guide him towards the north area, there some trees stood tall and provide shadow from the heat. She shrugged – Would you like to…sit, here? We …- her hand detangled her fingers out of him and returned to her messy braid she kept playing with it. Muta laid his back towards the tree and let himself go down, he sat with his prothesis completely stretched out. She sat in front of him, closer with her legs folded. He let the box near him, she trembled.

-Would you like me to fix your hair?

-Eh?

-I can fixed it…if you want to -she got closer to him and showed him her back. She got closer sitting between his legs; he took the tied of and started to caress her hair with his fingers. In complete silence he started to detangle her hair with his own fingers, trying to be as smooth and gentle as the knots let him. Sometimes she let a small cry and he apologised, she just smiled back. It felt like heaven. His hive started to sing for her, a gentle buzzing. Some started to move towards his fingers trying to find solace in her hair. She looked at them dancing in front of her – Sorry – muttered the man, ashamed that he couldn’t fully control them, although he did not want too either. She raised her hand and let the bugs dance in the palm of her hand – Hi…- muttered to his bugs. He smiled and kept working on her hair.

-Those are Ma, Me, Mi and Mo – said

-Nice to meet you – Reina let them run free around her fingers, he suddenly felt some unfamiliar steps near his nose. – It is Emerald – said in a whisper – Hi…- greet the gal. She looked at him – I have made some friends here…- He gently caress her scalp while detangling her hair and hearing her. She let her hand touch the grass. Among the bushes some insect seemed to receive the order and started to approach them. Muta looked curious, it was an orchid mantis, with bright pink colours. The insect went to Reina’s hand and there it kind of sat calmly, she let it on Muta’s thigh, and it started to crawl towards his torso -Hi… - he looked at the insect curious – Apparently, she is from the compounds.

-Really? – she nodded

-But… She does not know how she ended here.

- I’ll take her back -ventured Muta before she finished

-Thank you… - Reina looked back at his kikaichu dancing and get them closer to her face. One of them ventured to give her a small kiss in her lips. She let a smirk and kissed the insect back; it did not expect that reaction from her and started to dance almost as if it was drunk around them. Muta looked curious at his insect and called them to his palm, the bug started to tap on his palm confessing what just happened and he laughed, a pure laugh. He kept working on her hair, letting some “brushed” strands of her hair lay in front of her. She kept getting closer to him, needing his buzzing near her, the small chant that his bugs were doing grew louder every time she tried to get closer to him. He started to pick up some notes, some of her notes; something that he had never heard of. It was a blessing. Her song was small and timid, like the small flattering of the wings of a butterfly. He sounded like the roar of a hoard of bees making the sweetest of treats. Half of her hair was already prepared. He ventured to touch her shoulders to get her closer to his torso, she let finally her back rest on his torso.

-Now I can’t work properly – tittered. She separated herself from him, but he kept her closer. Half of her hair completely brushed off was on her right side, her left side need to keep working. He let the hair there – Don’t worry I can do it.

-But…does it bother you?

-It doesn’t – he was thrilled to have her so close to him, and the redness of her cheek confirmed that she also wanted to be closer to him too. 

-How are things going?

-Do you mean…

-Yeah, your father…uncle…cousins everyone, are they okay?

-Hmm

-I…

-Don’t say anything

-Please Muta, apologise for me

-They know that already, Reina. You do not need to send apologies to them…nor me in every letter that you write.

-But…

-Stop Reina – he touched her shoulders and faced her

-You do not need to feel sorry for anything

-But I …I made a huge mess. I treat you and them horrible. Your family just welcomed me greatly and I just mess things out a lot.

-Reina… please stop with that already – He touched both of her shoulders and smile at her

-Really…we are just glad that you are better – She felt her heart twitch and her blood froze in her veins. She got closer to him and cuddle in his torso, he did not know what to do. He felt his heart race furiously, he just wanted to hug her tightly to his chest, close his eyes and forget where they were, what had happened everything…just inhale her sweet aroma and care for her. He just wanted to protect her, from herself.

[bluegiragi]

it's called foreplay dumbass

early access + nsfw on patreon

[karvviie]

if i had a nickel for every time i drew grif and locus with a pomegranate i’d have two nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

[smolestboop]

dungeon sapphics. they deserve each other <3

[epicfirestormer]

(holds all three in my hands) I just think they're neat

[squipdop]

babe / theres something wretched about this / something so precious about this / where to begin babe / theres something broken about this / but i might be hoping about this / oh what a sin

hello ive been turning them over and over and over again in my mind. i might be unwell. [id under the cut | reference ]

[image description: two drawings of astarion and gale from baldurs gate 3 hugging. the one on the upper right side has gale starting the hug, with one arm visibly around astarion, leaning his head into his shoulder. astarion has one arm around gale, the other hand still hovering over his back. his eyes are open and he is not yet leaning in, somewhat aprehensive. the drawing on the lower left is similar to the first one, but this time astarion is also leaning into the hug, with his face smushed against gales shoulder and his eyes closed. next to the drawings are two crops of the lyrics to hoziers from eden, reading "babe / theres something tragic about you / something so magic about you / dont you agree" and "babe / theres something lonesome about you / something so wholesome about you / get closer to me". the whole image is colored in soft greys of yellow and blue hues. end image description]

[ruporas]

can’t talk about it

[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The comic starts with the sounds "thud, thud, click". Vash, mid-action of peeling an apple, turns to the sound, noticing who it was that entered, and says, "Oh, Wolfwood, you're back." He resumes back to his apple in the next panel as he speaks, "Where'd you go? You snuck out of bed quickly this morning..." Wolfwood's hand then enters the panel, hovering over Vash's cheek and Vash looks up as Wolfwood asks, "Can I?" Vash responds, "Not going to talk about it?" while using a hand to gently hold Wolfwood's hovering hand and presses a kiss to his inner palm.

Vash then gets up fully, setting down the knife down on the table and the apple onto a plate, He leans into Wolfwood as Wolfwood explains, "Had to meet someone. Nothing interesting to talk about." Vash kisses Wolfwood's left cheek and a hand moves to cup his other cheek while muttering, "You're being vague." Wolfwood says neutrally, "If yer really that curious, keep askin'. We  can talk about that instead of doing this." Vash leans back and responds, "Let's talk after, since... You look so tired."

The panel pans to a close up of Wolfwood's downcast eyes, bags heavy underneath his eyes. He doesn't allow Vash to sit in that moment for long though, then saying, "Yer not helping, Spikey. Being all slow with it... I could fall asleep right now." He moves his hand to start unclasping Vash's coat, starting from his collar. Vash with red cheeks, responds briskly, "Oh, shut up. I'm worried about you. I can't be worried?"

The final shot shows Wolfwood's back to the viewer while Vash's softened expression can be seen as he holds gently onto the side of Wolfwood's face and a hand firm on his waist. Wolfwood responds, "I'm fine, seriously," pausing for a moment before continuing, "Is it okay to still..?" Vash responds, "Yeah, it's okay."

The next image is a shot from later that night after the previous comic. Vash and Wolfwood are now in bed, half naked. Wolfwood's buries his face into Vash's chest, his arms wrapped around him, while Vash is petting at his hair. Vash reminds him, "Hey. You said we'd talk about it." Wolfwood pauses for a moment before piping up, "In the morning? I'm sleepy." Vash says, "Okay..."

The next two pages start from the morning after. Wolfwood is already fully awake, pulling on his outer jacket as he says to Vash, whos' still bundled in his blankets, "Breakfast is on the table. Make sure to eat it. I'm going to grab some things in town and then we're leavin'. Got it?" Vash says, "Mh." Wolfwood responds, "Good. See ya in a bit." The dialogue starts to shift into Vash's inner thoughts now, as he gets up and eats toast, thinking, "Wait. Weren't we supposed to... talk about it?" The next shot then shows him fully up, meeting Wolfwood in town. He carries a half worried expression with him while Wolfwood slides on his glasses for him. A quick panel shows Wolfwood's tired expression from the night before and quickly juxtaposes with Wolfwood in front of him who's smiling gently, the shades covering his eye bags. Wolfwood asks him, "Still not awake yet?" Vash pauses, his thoughts stirring, thinking, "Oh. I guess I was getting ahead of myself... thinking you owe me that kind of honesty." He smiles at Wolfwood and responds, "I'm awake!" His thoughts continue, "Maybe one day, you'd trust me enough to share your burdens."

The final image shows Wolfwood pulling at Vash's cheek and Vash complains, "Owwwww why..." Wolfwood quickly says, "You were thinking something stupid, right? It's all over yer face." Vash mutters, "Nooo, I wasn't..." END ID]

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

I don’t mind the “you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires” speech being the more well-known of Anthony’s confessions but what really bothers me is the lack of hype for the “I love you…You do not have to accept it or embrace it or even allow it. Knowing you, you probably will not” bit from his proposal speech.

Because it is genuinely sooo hilarious to me that even in the midst of his heartfelt love confession, where he’s laying his soul bare to Kate, he can’t help but banter the littlest bit, going “knowing you, you probably will not”.

And Kate doesn’t let it go either, answering back with, “there will not be a day where you do not vex me”

It always gets me so bad because throughout the season both Kate and Anthony have the weight of the world on their shoulders and the only time we see them really laughing is in each other’s presence.

And so, that their final love confession embodies this humour that they share with each other is so genuinely poignant, because it was falling in love with each other that brought back that brought back laughter they had lost to circumstances back into their lives.

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan and Wade: *Wake up on their own at 6 a.m. feeling fresh and rejuvenated on a day off with just 3 hours' sleep and loads of morning cuddles*

Also, Logan and Wade: *Wake up at 8 a.m. on a workday with 7 hours' sleep looking like two of the oldest demons from the darkest pit of hell*

[front-facing-pokemon]

[respectthepetty]

Jack and Hope are fighting next episode!

The shirts they are wearing in the trailer when they start boxing:

Are the same ones they are wearing in the episode four preview:

Which probably means Hope is convinced that Jack let Joke go, and Jack is going to stop Hope from going inside to see if Joke is hiding there with the necklace!

And this probably means Joke is spending the night next episode too since Jack is bruised up in the trailer (from the fight with Hope!).

And it would make sense that Joke says this after Jack gets hurt fighting Hope to protect him.

And it's why Jack would go stand outside to get his thoughts in order since he is already falling back in love!

But this also means that Hope won't let it go, which increases the likelihood of Hope running into Save while lurking around Jack's place which means Aran is going to figure out Tattoo is involved because if Hope knows Jack knows Joke and Joke knows Tattoo then Aran knows who took the necklace . . .

AND MY SHIPS ARE SAILING!

[adistantplace]

It was not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong at all. Don't say that. I wanted to prove that I'm different from my dad. But when people heard that I'm from Hanseol Uni, they trusted me and liked me regardless of my past. I felt on top of the world. Even if I have nothing, people still like me. This is the only way... I could prove myself. That's why I did that. I just... I got off on the wrong foot. I don't know what to do anymore. You can start over again.

태권도의 저주를 풀어줘 (2024) dir. Hwang Daseul

[olsmad-illo]

Kasuga caught a bug, and it’s Nomoto’s turn to nurse her back to health.

I’m also sick with covid rn and I tried making yaki onigiri for the first time, which made me want to draw this!

[thebrainrotsreal]

The anime intro that plays in my head for this AU goes so hard, I swear. Every so often I become obsessed with the idea there being a Danny that still was forced grieve his family and friends, but Vlad refused to separate his ghostly half. Imagining these two having to learn to live with each other? The grief? The guilt? The conflict? Yummy!! Below for random hair thoughts for this AU.

Notes for funsies!

A) Danny’s slightly longer hair is both a marker for the passage of time since the funerals, but also because his mom can't cut his hair anymore. He refuses to let Vlad do it, and refuses to do it himself. It gets longer in his ghostly form.

B) On the other hand, Vlad’s is longer hair is specifically stress induced. He’s become a single parent in a day, with a company to run and a halfa, grieving child, who still somewhat sees Vlad as his own enemy, as a son. Usually, Vlad enjoys his ponytail a bit longer than his shoulders and enjoys maintaining it, but with his career and Danny, he really hasn’t had the time. Worse, his hair flares like fire and curls like smoke, a ghostly trait he usually keeps in check, but it's been left to run wild and unkempt. Much like his eyes, which he usually keeps blue, it slips into his ghostly red from stress.

C) Danny’s white hair streaks and green in the eyes all comes from his ghostly side slipping through the cracks, both from feeling like a ghostly monster walking around in human skin from the guilt and grief, and general fact that stress for a half’s pushes ghostly traits through, which usually worsens stress, unfortunately.

[fisheito]

"I'm a healer but--" duo

[luna-loveboop]

I know downfall duo has been posted about so much from this update but I've got another thought ok

Remember this? Last update before, here's them, questioning and wanting answers

Downfall duo wanting answers:

Legend and Hyrule when trying to find answers:

Downfall duo when they're being given the answers:

Really guys? Agents of sheer chaos right there

Literally the last time we heard from you you were serious detective wanting answers and then you're just cackling like maniacs what happened do you just get high from being near each other after not being within five inches for a few days YOU SAID YOU WANTED ANSWERS YOU POSERS

Art, comic, and adorable unhinged characters from Jojo @linkeduniverse :D