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pinkiemeowstic89 · 1 year

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Decided to draw some Prime versions of my girl Erika, because for some reason, Man of Action had a hard time giving Amy a decent second female to join her in the main cast. Voice claim for all 3 of these gals (and base Prime!Erika) is Rebecca Shoichet BTW. In order we have…

New Yoke City!Erika (Named Yoru (Japanese for "night"))

In this timeline, when the Chaos Council took control, her sensei helped her escape, losing his own life in the process

Joined the resistance not long after meeting Renegade/New Yoke City!Knuckles

First proper assignment as a vigilante in this timeline was to decommission Rusty Rose

When she found Rusty, there was a sudden feeling that a lethal confrontation could carry heavy consequences (no, she didn't know about Birdie, for better or for worse)

The Council, after spying on the resistance while she was given her mission, found her as she was about to leave

Lost her arm as she attempted to escape the Council's attack (also how the sleeve of her kimono got ripped), felt as if she barely made it out alive

Nine/New Yoke City!Tails made her the prosthetic arm based on the resistance's reports of her skill

Her kimono has a shorter skirt for better mobility

Jungle!Erika (Named Matsu (Japanese for "pine"))

Had some faith in Thorn/Jungle!Amy when she snapped, believing that maybe the two parties could reconcile

Often keeps the peace between Mangey/Jungle!Tails, Gnarly/Jungle!Knuckles and Hangry/Jungle!Big (mainly since Prim/Jungle!Rouge never seems to bother)

Believes that she should be the leader of the tribe due to Prim/Jungle!Rouge's aforementioned lack of effort in caring for the boys

Basically took over as the team's heart when Thorn/Jungle!Amy banished them to the canopy

And Pirate!Erika (Named Shiokaze (Japanese for "seabreeze")

Basically holds the brain cell for the crew (yes, even Sails/Pirate!Tails)

Took to the pirate life the easiest when Green Hill (presumably) flooded

The least scared of Dread/Pirate!Knuckles' old crew

Out of the Shatterspaces, she remained the closest to her Amy equivalent (not counting the main timeline) due to nothing forcing them apart

(Also, the few things that they all have in common include weaponry skills, sass, and not liking their Rouge equivalent's attitude)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonic oc #erika the hedgehog #yoru the hedgehog #new yoke city!erika #matsu the hedgehog #boscage maze!erika #shiokaze the hedgehog #no place!erika #my art #sonic prime spoilers

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kinnmiraihen · 2 years

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terribly exhausted but i feel like why they changed matsu to lawless is to have more of a surprise to the player(s) when learning that matsu was the previous leader of the crusaders n the guy who killed akiras dad .. but why Lawless of all names. and why is he not the taiyaki guy nymore

#live a live #kenichi matsu #lawless #live a live spoilers #// posting once more this. terribly early morning but like yeah #kind of just theorizing. but i dont exactly think itd be a shock to most ppl playing the game?#i still forever hate the translation choices for the outsider. they couldve been better but shrug. lowkey expecting a last min change #before the game releases #make op shut up abt this scenario challenge failed /j #edit i added a tag for spoilers . i thought eas necessary

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kyuziipon · 3 months

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wait I feel like I missed something what is the promise of the cherry blossoms im so curious

EHEHEHE I LOVE THIS QUESTION…

Ok so the promise of the cherry blossoms is my oc story about a highschool basketball club!! I named it that because cherry blossoms are a huge signifier of change and new beginnings, and I want a big part of the overall theme of the story to be that there’s always hope, there’s always room to grow, and you’re never stuck where you started, you can have a new beginning. I haven’t made any actual materials for the story (yet) mostly because I struggle with which format would be best to tell it in.

The story itself focuses on each member of the club, as well as the two managers and their coach. Every character has their own personal story, usually intertwining with some of the others in some way. The other main theme of the story is the idea that what you see on the surface isn’t always everything to a person, and there’s a lot more to them than meets the eye.

The characters:

Starting with the players on the team, we have the captain, Soga Umeno (his surname is subject to change cuz I don’t like how it flows). He’s in his third year, and cares very deeply about the other members of his team, but struggles with how at home he was practically forced to become a parent to his three much younger siblings.

After Soga, the vice captain is a third year named Seki Matsuda (aka Matsu). While Soga is very warm and caring, he is extremely cold and harsh. He believes putting 100% of your effort into everything you do is the best way to be, to the point of it being extremely detrimental to his well being. He is extremely sleep deprived, extremely exhausted, and extremely stuck in his own head. He’s very autistic and has ocd. He’s also (fallen out) childhood friends with the next character.

Onto the other two third years on the team, Kazuha Yumeno (aka Kazu) is the token pretty boy. He’s spectacularly gorgeous, but also spectacularly self centered and vain. Similar to Matsuda, he strives to be the best, but instead of in everything, it’s specifically in beauty. He has an eating disorder and hates himself so so much, and he sacrifices a lot of his life in the name of his beauty, which was a major factor in his and Matsu’s falling out.

For the final third year, we have Akihito Tsukimori. He was one of the first characters I made, when I still didn’t know what I wanted the story to be, and he’s not as fleshed out as the others. He’s a really laid back, cool type, who is a passionate musician who is stuck under his parents’ thumb and cannot pursue his dreams due to their desire for him to follow in family tradition and have some boring normal job, like a doctor or something (I never decided lol. He’s not my fave tbh). He plays trumpet.

For second year, let’s start with Yuta Ito. He was originally the main character before I got rid of the concept of a protagonist in this story. He’s a (mostly) pre transition trans guy who just transferred to this school and has always dreamed of being a professional basketball player, and goddammit he will stop at nothing to be allowed on the boys team and prove he’s just as good (if not better) than all of them. Spoiler, he is better than all of them, not for special reasons, everyone else just kind of sucks.

Next is Kiyohiko Suzuki (or, later in the story, Kiyoko). She was the second character I made and I LOVE her. Upon Yuta’s arrival in the club, she’s introduced to the idea she may not be as cis as she thought, and begins experimenting, only to discover she is in fact a girl. She really struggles with her family in this regard, but especially her relationship with her two older sisters, and the fact that her family favored her for being the “only son”. There’s a lot more to the sisters but that’s too much for this little blurb lol.

For the final second year (there’s supposed to be a fourth but I just… have never made him), we have Hideyoshi Akazuma (aka Hide). He’s pretty much a shoe-in to be the next captain, and he’s essentially perfect at everything he does. He and Yuta don’t get along, especially due to Yuta’s similarities to his twin brother. Hide is extremely pressured by his parents and teachers to uphold this perfect persona, and it puts a lot of tension between him and his peers, but more importantly, between him and his brother.

The first years are arguably my favorite, so let’s start with Daishi Edogawa, as he’s the easiest. Daishi is by far the tallest on the team, and is extremely awkward and nervous. He grew up raised by his mom and grandma, alongside his little sister, Tsuna. Due to this, he never really had any male role models in his life, and now is struggling with his relationship to being a man and his masculinity, and what all of it even means. He also has a crush on the following character, Madoka.

Madoka Kume is everything. He is my boy. I love him. He’s the second smallest of the cast, and matching to his appearance, he has a very strong childlike innocence (for the most part) and naïveté. He was raised by his older sister Utaha, after his mother decided she hated him and severely neglected him. Utaha could have her own section with all this stuff… anyway, Madoka is very aware that his disposition can make it a lot harder on his sister, and desires to become stronger and more independent to ease her burden, but throughout this develops an avoidance to asking for help. He is also autistic, dyslexic, and possesses some other ambiguous learning disabilities.

Following on to my ACTUAL favorite, Hotaru Ibe (previously known as Haruka). He is a former child model who was extremely talented and beautiful, but also very lonely and desperate for human connection. Due to this he experiences some of the horrors of the industry with a photographer acting as his friend and taking advantage of him. After a particularly bad incident, Hotaru quits, decides he’s never doing this again, changes his name and his entire look, and does his best to repress all his trauma with the desire to be “a completely normal kid”. He’s got a lot of shit going on.

And the final player, Ryuunosuke Itori (aka Ryuu), Hotaru’s best friend (Ryuu has a hella crush on him btw). Ryuu is the top of his class, and is extremely similar to Hide and Matsu. He works hard and is is very smart, but the stress starts getting to him. When his delinquent cousin moves in with him, Ryuu finds himself becoming friends with some unsavory types, and soon finds himself spiraling out of control after getting involved in some drug related shit and becomes more and more apathetic and less and less of who he was before. His and Hotaru’s stories (which are actually very intertwined) are probably the heaviest topics.

Onto the two managers, let’s start with Shunichi Itori, a third year, and Ryuu’s older cousin. He’s a delinquent involved in some gang stuff, and after getting detained overnight, his parents are finally fed up and tell him he’s not welcome in their house anymore. His aunt and uncle offer to take him in, if he agrees to put all of that behind him. He takes the offer, and at first he keeps doing bad shit behind their back. They force him to join the basketball club so Ryuu can keep an eye on him, but after he accidentally gets Ryuu involved with his friends, he seems to realize what he’s doing is kind of fucked up, and starts to work on becoming a better person and putting all that stuff behind him, with the help of the other manager.

Aiko Tachibana is a first year, and she’s the third character I made! Her story has shifted a lot, and I have yet to find one that works perfectly. She’s similar to a lot of other characters, she’s very childish but hates being seen this way, has strict parents with high expectations for her, and struggles with her identity. She has anger issues and hates when people don’t take her seriously and struggles with her self image over this. She also has a crush on Suzuki, and believes she likes “mature women”, which factors into her desire to be less childlike.

And of course we have the coach. Her name Maki Ikegami, and she’s an ex professional basketball player who’s career was ended prematurely after an injury. She’s a relatively new addition to the cast and I haven’t worked on her much yet, but she struggles with the new route her life has taken and the way she’s been completely displaced. There’s also supposed to be a club advisor, but I haven’t made them yet oops.

We also have a ton of side characters, such as Utaha Kume (she could have her own section she’s probably the most fleshed out side character), Kiriko and Kaoru Suzuki, Tsuna Edogawa, Ryuu’s currently unnamed prostitute friend (I can’t think of anything that fits her), and many other siblings and family members.

I’m also just now realizing how major a role sibling and family dynamics play in most of these plot lines (unmentioned is how Kazuha and Yuta’s respective brothers are major parts of their characters, among other things).

Sorry for rambling so much I just. Love this story so much and I get excited when anyone asks about it hshdhdjdh

#my ocs !!#the promise of the cherry blossoms #asks

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a-witch-in-endor · 1 year

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Hey, do you have any images of how you envision the room of the broken? Or is it just a room with a chair (?) and lots of broken clay?

Hi anon! The lovely @elfantasmadepoe once drew Zuko in the smaller version of the Room of the Broken on Crescent Island, which definitely captures the aesthetic well:

Quién anda ahí

Fire Sage Zuko of Crescent Island. Fanart (SPOILERS) for @a-witch-in-endor‘s fic ‘While Mighty Oaks Do Fall’ When I started drawing Baby Fir

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The Room of the Broken in the High Temple is a much bigger version of this. Crescent Island's Room was basically a cupboard, but the High Temple's Room was big enough that one might not even note a baby sage hanging out in a corner doing his reading.

I picture it as being a bit like a library, with shelves/bookcases on the walls, but also rows of bookcases in the centre in the High Temple. Except, for the most part, it's not books on the shelves. It's pottery, paintings, some books, some scrolls. It's called the Room of the Broken because, well, most things are broken - but sometimes things are there simply because the owner wanted to get rid of it, and this is their only option for such items. Those items might end up leaving the Room of the Broken if there's another use for them (though something used for worship cannot be used outside of worship, so it gets complicated). Occasionally, a Fire Sage might do some organising in the Room to find things that don't need to be in there, or items that could be repurposed.

Zuko's trajectory in MO was really spurred on by wanting contact with Azula. If he hadn't been pushed toward court life and legal counsel by a desire to see her, he may well have taken another role in the Temple (of which there are several; scribes like Fire Sage Youta, sages who specialise in the calendar or the practical running of the Temple, like Fire Sage Matsu). Zuko probably would have quite enjoyed being given a role to focus on the Room of the Broken. It would have certainly made High Sage Kenji's life easier...

(In that AU of my AU, I guess Zuko probably wouldn't have met the Gaang until Aang was imprisoned in the Caldera or something.)

#while mighty oaks do fall #fire sage zuko #funny hat zuko #the room of the broken

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satellitevenusnine · 7 months

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The Leaders

18+ explicit, Paya x Tauro, 8k+ words. Romance/Fluff. All the romance. Cozy. My kink is healthy communication. Not hurt/comfort, more like emotional release/physical release. Spoilers for the "Finding the Fifth Sage" questline. Proportionally speaking, 60% of this fic is sex scene. I'm waiting on an AO3 invite but the fic will live here for now. Apologies for any typos, this is my first piece of writing in 8 years. Not looking for critique or writing advice, but if you like it, feel free to send some love my way. I just saw the lack of content and decided to fill the gap, so to speak.

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When Tauro returned to Kakariko village, he was grinning from ear to ear.

Koko and Cottla ran to greet him at the southwest gate shouting their excitement into the light of the evening sun. Koko offered him one of her ring garlands and he swung her up onto his shoulder so she could put it around his neck. Cottla insisted that Tauro try a recipe she was working on. Grabbing his hand, Cottla pulled the unresisting researcher toward a bubbling cooking pot.

Paya heard the clamor from her loft window. She descended into the main room of the village hall and leaned out the window facing the High Spirits produce store. Tauro would have been hard to miss in most contexts, but her eyes immediately found the curly streak of white in a tumble of dark hair. His head was thrown back laughing and she couldn’t help but smile herself. She noticed the container of scrolls strapped to his back and felt excitement pull her to her toward the door. She slipped on her geta and hurried to meet the welcoming party.

“Lady Paya!” Cottla called out. “Come try my Mommy’s pumpkin recipe!”

Paya bowed to the child. “Thank you, Cottla. I would love to.”

Tauro playfully smacked his lips together and patted his belly. “Hey there, Paya! It’s so yummy, I’d eat up the whole pot if you let me!”

Cottla began to give a small lecture about the importance of sharing, Tauro and Koko on his shoulder nodding along gravely. Paya smiled to herself as she helped herself to a spoonful of nutty, spicy, meat-stuffed pumpkin. She savored the warmth as the flavors suddenly reminded her that she had gone too long without eating that day, lost in her ledgers of village supplies. Hunger to the point of nausea rose up and she had to lean a little against the matsu pine tree next to the pot. Lecture concluded, Cottla asked Paya what she thought of the food.

“You were absolutely right about sharing what we have in times of struggle, but I could eat up every last bit myself!” Paya said. She sighed a little. “Have you ever gotten so focused on something that you almost forget you have a body?”

Cottla frowned and shook her head “no,” but Koko was thoughtful for a moment and said, “Sometimes when I’m making my ring garlands, I want to only be thinking about nice things so the people who buy them can feel good as long as they have the garlands. It feels like that’s the only thing that exists, praying and braiding. Then it feels funny when my hands start to ache or something and it’s like I wasn’t even Koko for a while.”

Paya nodded at the older girl. “That’s exactly it.”

Tauro asked Koko, “Can I give you a hug?” and she threw her arms around his neck. He squeezed her tightly, swung her around once and set her giggling on her feet. “I’m glad you are Koko,” he told her. She laughed, waved, and ran back to her garland stand, but Cottla was still frowning at Paya.

“How are you sposed to take care of the village if you forget you have a body?” Cottla asked indignantly, shaking her ladle at the chief.

Paya bowed her head and folded her hands as if to beg forgiveness. “If I knew what delicious food was waiting for me, it would be much harder to forget,” she insisted.

Cottla lowered her ladle, squinting in suspicion. “You only had one bite! You better take a whole pumpkin and eat it all up!” She insisted right back.

Paya smiled in her gentle way. “Thank you, I will. And I will try to remember that you are counting on me to eat well, little Cottla.”

The little girl nodded decisively. She turned her ladle on Tauro now. “You take one, too. I gotta take the rest to Daddy now.”

Tauro grinned and said thanks, hoisting the box of scrolls off his back and setting his ring garland on top of it before scooping a stuffed pumpkin out of the steamer in the pot. He noticed Paya’s focus gravitate toward the box. “I’m surprised you managed to go this long without asking me about my findings! Link helped us land one of the biggest hauls in MILLENIA of Zonai research,” he told her now that they were alone.

Paya’s eyes lit up and she opened her mouth to ask a question when her belly growled as loud as a lynel. Hand over her stomach, she sighed a big sigh. “Cottla is right. I - I’m famished,” Paya replied. “As my honored guest, it is indelicate of me to eat without you starting the meal yourself. As desirous as I am to hear your news, may we please eat together?”

Something seemed to give Tauro pause for a second. His face was hard to read in a way that had nothing to do with his eyes being hidden under curls. Then his usual cheerful smile split the solemn expression and he tucked into his stuffed pumpkin without wasting another word.

Paya bowed her head and gave thanks, then did her best to match Tauro’s leisurely pace instead of tearing into her dish the way her stomach demanded. They ate in companionable silence and left the chatter to the cuccoos until the last morsel made it to Paya’s mouth.

“May I ask you something, Chief Paya?” Tauro inquired.

Paya nodded, dabbing her mouth delicately.

“Did you used to forget meals before the Ring Ruins fell?”

She glanced up at him in mild surprise. He had never really asked her such a personal question before.

She nodded slowly. “For a while after my mother passed away.”

Tauro made a noise of sympathy. “I’m so sorry to hear that.”

Paya looked down at her hands in her lap for a long, quiet moment. “She would have been chief before me if she had lived ’til Grandmother left,” she heard herself say. “I had to start preparations to take her place under Grandmother’s tutelage immediately after…” She was suddenly conscious of having forgotten to put on her chieftain hat in her hurry to greet Tauro and the children. She felt exposed without it now.

Paya felt a tear slip down her cheek and brushed it away reflexively. She had wished for her mother intensely while the stone ruins rained down on the village and the castle rose into the sky, and it had passed out of her awareness until now. A wave of grief hit her, recent losses calling to old ones amid the uncertainty of the future. She was trying so hard to be what the village needed both now and if the Demon King should return to his full power. She desperately fought back a sob.

Tauro was suddenly on his knees in front of her, blurry from the tears she couldn’t hold back anymore. “You don’t have to hide this from anyone, least of all from me,” he murmured. But Paya had both hands pressed tightly to her mouth and she found that she couldn’t look at him.

“Can I give you a hug?” Tauro asked. Paya felt certain that she would drown him if she let loose, but the need for release was greater and she flung her arms open to his embrace. How long had it been since she was held? Not since she was entrusted with the care of the village, at the very least. Not for many Blood Moons. She poured her tears upon his chest and it felt like she became a wild thing howling. Tauro subtly waved away onlookers concerned for their chief and kept her wrapped firmly in his arms no matter how roughly her wailing wracked her body. Her cries echoed off the cliffsides and it sounded like the mountains cried with her in many voices. When she began to tire out he drew her in closer, rocking slightly, until she relaxed in one big sigh. A breeze clacked the wooden emi hanging above them.

“Thank you,” Paya croaked, face still pressed against his body. Tauro just hummed an acknowledgement and the sound of it vibrated through her skull. She sat listening to the great whoosh of his heartbeat for a minute, relaxing further. When she finally raised her head, she found herself looking for his eyes.

“May I…?” Paya started to ask. “May I pull your hair away from your face? I just realized I have never actually seen your eyes.”

Tauro smiled gently. “Of course.”

What little distance remained between them was closed with great tenderness as Paya tucked long locks behind his ears. She wasn’t fully prepared for the sensation of falling into his gaze once she could finally meet it. The warmth and concern present, the patience and the steadiness disarmed her.

“Oh!” She said, startled. “Oh. This is quite intimate.”

Tauro’s smile grew into a grin, hiding his eyes once again in deep creases. “Yeah.” He replied. One large hand traced slow circles on her back. “Are you ok?” He asked.

She nodded “yes”, unable to look away from his face.

The sound of someone clearing their throat nearby startled her back into the wider world.

“Lady Paya,” Dorian greeted her. “Would you like to rest now that you’ve had your evening meal?”

Paya drew away from Tauro reluctantly. He, in turn, left his hand to linger on her back, a fortifying presence.

“You’ve got a little pumpkin in your beard, friend,” Tauro pointed out to Dorian. The guardsman hurriedly brushed the food from his face as Paya collected herself.

“Please thank Cottla again for her fine cooking and her care for her Chief,” Paya told Dorian, a noticeable rasp in her voice now. “Both your daughters do so much for the village. I can see the future of the Sheikah is bright because of them.” She bowed deeply to her bodyguard.

Dorian’s attitude softened somewhat. “Thank you, Lady Paya. I give thanks for them myself every day.” Straightening his posture, he asked, “Would you like to be escorted to your chambers?”

“Yes, I would,” Paya smiled, “but I wonder if I would be better served if you took the night off to rest and spend time with your family. They reminded me once again that without our health, the village cannot go on. We each must take care of our bodies and our hearts. Mr. Tauro has news of the latest developments in Master Link’s journey that he has yet to share with me and it may be best to relay that information in private. Cado and Olkin have guard duty in front of the village hall tonight so I will be well protected.”

“Tauro, would you be willing to accompany me to my chambers?” She asked.

Tauro beamed, bowed, and said, “Absolutely, my Lady!”

Dorian looked taken aback but bowed as well. “Our Lady knows best. I will enjoy time with my girls and return to my post refreshed in the morning.”

Paya felt the absence of the heat of Tauro’s hand when he took it from her back. The sound of Dorian’s footsteps receded.

She averted her gaze from the play of his muscles as Tauro shouldered the crate of scrolls again and clasped her hands in front of her heart. Grandmothers, see him through my Eye. Is he for the Sheikah tribe or for tonight?

Tauro’s hand lightly grasped her shoulder to let her know he was ready. Paya looked up at him and felt a pricking between her eyes that felt like the day her tattoo was inked. A spreading heat and intense yearning for him soaked into her bones. Her lips parted and she began the meditative breath. If you do this it will be Ceremony. Voiced yet voiceless.

She covered his hand with one of hers and spoke it. “If we join, it will be Ceremony. As Chief of the village, I do not do this casually. Knowing this, would you be willing to accompany me to my bedchambers?”

His lips parted too. With so much of his body bare, when he flushed it was very visible. “Yes, my Lady.”

Fireflies began to glow in the village round.

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“I would still enjoy hearing what you discovered in Faron,” Paya said as she and Tauro climbed the loft stairs together.

“In my wildest dreams, I could never have imagined we’d find depictions of the workings of these ancient conductors, let alone EXTANT ritual garb made by Zonai for HYLIANS to wear!” He gushed without hesitation

“I almost lost my sea legs when me and Calip found Link WEARING the artifacts under a site struck by lightning that had been directed by Zonai conductors!”

Paya giggled and directed him to set the box of scrolls on her work table. “‘Lost your sea legs?’ Like lost your balance from shock?”

“Exactly right! The conductors were able to channel the energy away from the giant storm above Faron Woods, possibly due to the electricity attraction of metals and the energy absorbing properties of Zonaite!”

Paya shook her head in disbelief. “That kind of power… Truly a fascinating culture, but that kind of capability gives me pause.”

“Oh, 100%” Tauro said with vigor. “But now that WE can access these relics, it’s important that everyone know as much as we can about them. Their effect on the world, why they were put there, who they affected, the material cost to make them!”

Paya smiled. “I agree. Let no one person be considered the master of such relics.”

“Uh-huh. I like that.” Tauro looked around the room, scratching his head.

“Paya, may I make myself more comfortable?”

“Of course, Tauro. Do you need to ask?”

“Well, that means taking off the clothes I wear to fit in better with the Sheikah and sitting on your bed because my head damn near hits the rafters.”

Paya blushed from her seat next to her work table. “How much of your clothing do you wear to preserve my sense of modesty?” She asked.

“Basically, all of it.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

“Tauro, please make yourself comfortable.”

He smiled but it was one she had never seen before. Teasing. He wore boldness better than any garment.

He uncovered his head and shook out his hair. Paya became very aware of her body as the yearning pull started up again. He was right, his head nearly touched the beams of her ceiling. He tilted his chin, leaning contrapposto, and slid his vest off his shoulders, followed by a shirt he had mostly deconstructed. He untied his arm band, the turn of his head accentuating the tendons in his neck. He ran his hands languidly across his chest, grinning. “Still doing ok over there?”

“Oh, yes,” Paya breathed. Her expression shifted from entranced to curious. “How can you share yourself with the whole world like that?”

“I’ve got nothing to hide and everything to feel.”

Paya’s view drifted inward as she considered what Tauro had said. “That sounds wonderful,” she murmured. “You are truly blessed, Tauro.”

It was his turn to look introspective, stroking his chin and playing with the tie in his beard. “I hadn’t really thought of it that way. Do you want to hide, Paya?”

She looked into his face again. “Not right now. Not from you.”

He put his hand over his heart. “I am truly blessed.”

“Are you as… comfortable as you want to be, Tauro?”

“I’ve got more to show you, Paya.”

“Please, make yourself at home here.”

Another heartwarming grin. Off came his tool belt, his gloves, his research notebook in it’s net pouch, his purely decorative jacket around his waist. He licked his lips and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. Paya’s breathing sounded loud in her own ears. Pushing his hips forward slightly, Tauro eased his last article of clothing off his body slowly and gracefully, relishing the sensation of his skin being exposed. He was left in only his Lurelin beads and magnifying lens pendant. He stretched his arms a little and brushed his hair back to make eye contact with Paya. Her mouth was open slightly and the heat in her eyes was intense. Even when he was at half-mast, to borrow a Lurelin phrase, he was the picture of desire.

“I think I see what you mean now,” she said with some awe in her voice. “If I were to visit you in Lurelin, should I wear something like… that?”

The beads draped around Tauro’s hips actually rattled when his cock jumped at the thought. Paya’s breath drew in sharply. “I think that is something you and I can definitely try just for us,” he said in a measured tone, “but most folks in Lurelin these days wear some cloth. They just don’t mind that I like sticking to the old ways.”

Paya let out a scandalized giggle, eyes wide. “I’m glad I asked first.”

Tauro sat down on her bed. “Are you comfortable, Lady Paya?” He leaned back onto his elbows, abs flexing as his torso curled along the length of her bed.

“I, um. I might need some assistance. My hands are a little unsteady right now.” She admitted.

He sat up again and held his arms out to her. She got up out of her seat and crossed the room to him. He was looking up at her face for the first time, but not by much. His hands slid across the sash at her waist and up her back as he drew her between his bare legs. The heavy wool of her garments was velvety against his inner thighs. He stroked her back as she reached for his face. She cupped his jaw with both hands, stroking her thumbs across the stubble on his cheeks. Half-lidded, her dark eyes looked like endless pools he could drown in. She leaned in for a gentle kiss.

A different kind of hunger began to make demands of her body. She moaned into Tauro’s mouth and he gasped, fingers flexing along her spine. The kiss deepened. Her hands were in his hair, tracing the curve of his collar bone, clasping the back of his neck. He grasped at her hips, slid his palms up her rib cage, dragged fingers down her shoulder blades. “Ohhhhh,” Paya moaned again, arching into him.

Tauro pulled away first. “What assistance do you need, my Lady?” He asked.

Her eyes cleared a little of desire. “Oh!” She said, a little breathlessly. “Um, something just occurred to me. Before you help me, um, get comfortable, you should know I may come away from this bed bearing new life. It is our custom to make vows before Hylia should we become family in that way. The bond is forever, in this lifetime and maybe the next.”

Tauro stroked her back again. “The bright future of the Sheikah tribe?” He smiled. She met his smile with one of her own. He put one of her hands over his heart and put one of his hands over hers. “Do I get to be your official consort or something?” Paya’s shy delight practically set her face aglow.

“You get a seat by my side always in all matters. Any children I bear will have the right to wear the Eye tattoo as proof of their unbroken Sheikah lineage.”

“That’s what that means?!”

Paya nodded “yes.”

“Wow. You really want me to be a part of that?”

She nodded again.

He really considered her words, but his hand never left hers, still touching his heart. He interlaced his fingers with hers. Taking in a deep breath and locking eyes with her, he said, “I would be truly blessed.”

Paya’s eyes filled but they were happy tears this time. She leaned in for another kiss and Tauro brought a hand up to her face, touching her tattoo reverently before their lips met again. She began to feel the press of his arousal against her body and her breath escaped her in a long exhale. Tauro moaned a little and let his hands roam down to her lower back and beyond. He used his solid grip on her ass to press her hips against his. “OhhHHHH!” from Paya, than a gasp. Tauro made a noise deep in his throat as their kissing gained a fiercer edge.

“Tauro,” she whispered, “Please…”

He stopped to let her catch her breath. “‘Please’ what, Paya?”

She had to find her words again. “I do not think I can manage knots right now. Will you undo my ties for me?”

He took her hands, kissed her palms, his sure fingers making quick work of the ties at her wrists and forearms. “Easier than untangling fishing line,” he chuckled.

Smiling down at him, Paya reached up to her hair to undo her top knot. Her loose sleeves revealed bare arms and Tauro gulped, realizing that this was the genuinely the most he’d seen of her body so far. She put her hair sticks and vermillion ribbons down on the stand next to her bed as Tauro rubbed her hips. She shook her head now that her hair was free and Tauro saw that in the lamp light, the strands shimmered like silver but had an aura of gold. His breath caught in his chest.

“The knot in my obi tie is tucked into my back,” she told him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her again. “How do you tie it like that?” He whispered against her lips.

“I tie it in front and twist it round to the back,” she laughed. “But I like this way of discovering.”

“Mmm.” Tauro agreed between kisses, “Me too.”

Another quick knot to undo and her obi was on the floor, her great surcoat hanging freely around her body. She pulled it off and Tauro was shocked and delighted to see she was wearing a halter top underneath. When he ran his hands up her back again, they both thrilled at the touch of skin on skin. She leaned into his touch, letting her head drop back while she steadied herself with a grip on his shoulders. Groaning from the pressure of her pelvis against his bare groin, Tauro laid kisses along her collarbone while his hands confidently explored her newly exposed territory. His breath hissed through his teeth when he realized her neck was still entirely covered.

“There are two clasps at the back,” Paya whispered.

In a flash, he had them open. She released his shoulders to pull her top over her head and then it joined her obi and coat on the floor. Unconsciously, Paya clasped her hands over her heart, covering her bare breasts with her arms. Tauro’s breathing was unsteady and his mouth hung open slightly. She could feel the heat and humidity from his breath on her chest. He looked only at her face as she reached a hand to run her fingers through his hair and closed his eyes when she began to lightly scratch his scalp.

“The ties at my waist are the last,” she said.

Tauro hugged her tightly and pressed his face against her throat. Both Paya’s hands were in his hair now and the skin on the back of his neck tingled as her nails traced circles round and round. He grazed teeth against the hollow between her throat and shoulder and she cried out. Massaging her glutes, he kissed and sucked and worked her neck. Her hips began to move against his and he grunted. When she started scratching circles on his shoulders and upper back, Tauro cried out too, muffled against her neck. Running his own fingers through her hair, he brought Paya’s mouth to his and drank of her desire.

A cool breeze came through the loft’s open window and raised gooseflesh on Paya’s fevered skin. Tauro’s hands burned where he touched her.

He drew away first, holding eye contact as he released the ties from the curves of her hips and the thin cotton underskirt fell away.

“Are you comfortable now, my Lady?”

Paya shivered slightly from excitement. Her blush was everywhere. Tauro could feel the warmth and damp from between her legs against his body. “My need for you is uncomfortable. I ache with it,” she said. Tauro felt his own body tighten in response and he tipped his head back. He sucked his breath in through his teeth. “Ah.. yes. Right there with you.” Drawing her into his arms again, he just held her skin to skin for the first time. “I don’t know that I fully appreciated how sensitized you would be with all that cloth and tradition between you and the world.” He told her. Something in her belly unclenched and she let out a breath.

“Oh! Does joining not feel like that to everyone?”

Tauro pulled back slightly to meet her eyes, eyebrows raised. “Beloved, nothing we’ve done so far has felt like joining with anyone I’ve ever been with.”

“I want us to be comfortable together.” He said. “It doesn’t have to be all about tension to get release.”

Her eyelids fluttered a bit as she took that in. “Can you show me?” Paya asked.

Tauro licked his lips and began making slow circles with his hand on her upper back. “Focus on breathing deeply for a bit.” He intoned, leaning in to brush a kiss below her ear.

She could do that. She felt the rhythm of his breathing slow down and began to match it. Tauro massaged between her shoulder blades and planted kisses along her neck while she took in as much breath as she could and released it as slowly as possible. A practiced meditative breath. When she inhaled, he put a hand on her rising breastbone and just rested there, the other hand moving to the curve of her back. A long sigh out and he laid his lips to linger on the junction of her neck and shoulder. He cupped one of her breasts which prompted her next breath in and she pressed into his hand. “Ahhhhhhhhh” Paya sighed.

“Do you feel more comfortable now, Beloved?” Tauro asked, voice buzzing against her throat.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed. The passion she rode began to feel more like a great current than a tempest

“Do you want me to start opening you up?” He asked.

“OH! Oh, yes.”

“Let’s lay you down, Beloved.”

“Mmmmmmmm. Yes.”

Tauro simply splayed both hands across her back and lay down, taking her with him. Stretched out on top of him, Paya took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, slowly, passing the leading rhythm back and forth between them. Tauro rolled them over so that Paya was on her back and he straddled her hips. More kisses, more sighs, more discovering.

“Will you spread your legs for me, Beloved?” He asked.

She bit her swollen lower lip as he raised himself onto knees and elbows. Running her hands down her body, she squeezed her breasts, traced the curves of her belly, and began to touch her lowest lips as she spread her thighs for him.

“OH!” Tauro gasped and wasted no time covering her face, neck, and chest with kisses. She sighed and kept her breathing steady, but the weight of his body pressed against her vulva made her play with her pussy more urgently.

He cupped and caressed her breasts, sucking a nipple deeply into his mouth, jaw open wide, and laving the underside of her breast with his tongue. “Yessssssss,” she breathed, arching up into him, raining kisses on the top of his head, her free hand tangled in the waves of his hair. He squeezed and massaged, worshipping alternately with hand and mouth, briefly pausing to listen to her racing heart.

Her slit was so slick now, she could feel her nectar dripping like honey over the crack of her ass and soaking into the futon. There was a patch on Tauro’s belly where he pressed his body against her. When he rose up, a string of it followed him.

“Paya, my Lady. Beloved,” he moaned “May I taste you between your legs?”

She whimpered. “Yes!”

He lay his cheek along her belly and brought her wet hand to his mouth. He kissed and licked her fingers, sucked them greedily one by one making little sounds of appreciation, licked the creases between her fingers with the flat and the point of his tongue. Her hips moved beneath him and she sighed. He nuzzled her stomach tenderly, being mindful of his stubbly cheeks. He gripped the prominences of her pelvis and gave kisses like blessings across her womb. Paya intertwined her fingers with his as he kissed the top of her mound. She squeezed his hands and tried to remember her deep breathing as she felt warmth, then cool against her slit as Tauro exhaled, then inhaled, then sighed hot breath against her most intimate of parts.

He kissed her clitoris when he felt her begin an inhalation. Immediately, her legs spread wider, pushing her pussy against his face. He squeezed her hands back and put his whole mouth on her flesh, sucking while his tongue slowly, deliberately writhed and licked between her lips.

“Ahhh!” She cried out, thrusting into him. Her back arched up off the bed as she tried to breathe in slowly through her nose. “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she sighed out, grinding gently, head tossed to one side.

Tauro made noises of satisfaction between her thighs and her rhythm stuttered. He hummed with her lips in his mouth and rimmed her slit with his tongue. She pressed into him and fell back on the bed. She let go of his hands to massage her breasts and he grabbed a pillow to put under her buttocks. Lapping the length of her with the flat of his tongue, he lifted up her hips and wrapped his strong arms around her thighs, pulling them open further and angling her pussy for a deep drink. Her well had many waters for him. He dipped into her with thrusting tongue and Paya’s voice dropped a whole octave. “UHHhhhh,” she groaned. She scraped her nails across her nipples and reached for Tauro’s head between her legs. He spread her lips wider with rubbing fingers, aiming to relax the muscles of her pelvic floor. He nursed her clit and swirled his tongue inside of her.

She felt like she was melting into his mouth. Her eyes closed and her hips rippled more smoothly against his face, knees dropping toward the futon as she unfurled to him. She made a tender fist in his hair.

“Oh!” Paya sighed, rubbing the space between her breasts with the other hand.

The bed moved slightly from Tauro pushing his own hips into the futon. Her strokes against his tongue started to grip him and he voiced his hunger for her climax. Fingers, lips, suction, pressure, depth. He came up for air with a ragged breath and then sank back into her. With his tongue as deep inside her as it would go, he curled it up toward her pubic bone, moving the point back and forth. Her thighs began to shake. Her toes pointed into his ribs, then flexed. She took as much breath as she could into her diaphragm and felt her Hara, her solar plexus, open up. Then Paya let herself feel it all. His joyful presence after a time of fear and tragedy. The ease with which formality dropped away as they worked together. His enthusiasm and his ability to sit in observation the way she sat in meditation. The way in which he hid nothing and sensed everything.

She rained her sacred waters on him and he did his best to drink them down. His hands roamed her body, touching her everywhere. Her thighs were pressed against his ears. Her cries sounded almost musical, going up and down scales. Tauro heard them as if swimming through the solid conductor of her flesh. He felt like he was being swallowed. Her walls pulsing against his lips and tongue, her hips rolling his head, her hand drawing him in. The smell and taste of sea water. His eyes rolled up. Every sense was filled with her release. Paya moved against him like ocean waves, like something bigger than the bounds of the earth. Thunder clapped overhead. With one hand clutched against her heart, she let go and let the rhythm ride her. It tumbled them both.

When Tauro came up for air again, he was a little wobbly. His lips were puffy. Veins pulsed in his neck. His beard and some of his curls were dripping. His entire face and torso from the nose down were shiny from her gushing waters. Lifting himself up onto his elbow, he burped.

Paya felt like the whole expansive world was her body. She was luxuriating in it when she heard Tauro’s burp and opened her eyes to see a very soggy man.

“Are you well, Tauro?” Her voice sounded resonant like a bell.

A toothy grin appeared. “Beloved, I’m well.”

“Will there be more joining tonight?”

“Mm. The intention is there. Give me a moment, please.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean —“

He nuzzled his face against her knee with as much energy as he could muster and stroked the top of her thigh. “I know. If not now, after a nap. I want you too.”

Her smile was loving. She reached out her arms for him. He belly-crawled up on knees and elbows til her face was within kissing distance. Their torsos were slippery from her fluids and the promise of rain in the air.

Tauro flung his hair back and leaned over her to lace his fingers behind the base of her skull. His eyes explored Paya’s face. He kissed her Eye tattoo and pressed his forehead there, taking a deep breath and exhaling through his nostrils. She met his unblinking gaze and inhaled his breath deep into her Hara.

“Do you know that tradition?” He asked her.

“I’ve not heard of nor experienced it before, but I did what felt right.”

He stroked her hair. “Bright future.”

“Family,” she replied.

“It’s not just for lovers,” he said. “If you share breath, you share life.”

She smiled, reached for the edge of the futon quilt they lay atop of and wrapped it over both of them.

“Do you want to tell me more about your practices, Tauro?”

He sighed happily and flopped to one side, letting his hand play with the curves of Paya’s ribs, waist, hip.

“Where I come from, grandparents and grandbabies do it, parents and children, people you’ve grown up with or survived great challenges with. It’s feeding each other, and it’s like a language that belongs to plants and creatures, minerals and the weather. It all breathes.”

Paya nodded in appreciation. “I feel connected with all things when I meditate, through my breath, because of what you describe.”

“If there’s a name for my practice, I don’t know it. It’s older than names.”

“Is the kiss on the forehead part of it?” She asked

“I wanted to honor where the life in you comes from. It feels meaningful that you have a marker there, where you and I make a connection, too. Some relationships may add kisses, but they won’t mean what ours will.”

Her eyes shone. “We are truly blessed, Tauro”

He drew closer. “I feel it, Paya.”

Closer still. “Beloved Paya, I’m ready if you are.”

She glanced down.

“Well, not ready ready.”

“Tauro, I would enjoy reciprocating. Do you want me to love your body with my mouth?”

A stirring near her hip.

“Oh Beloved…” with some heat.

He drew her mouth to his.

She was mindful of her pressure on his swollen lips. She could taste her own salt on him and his skin had half-dried a little tacky. Some of the urgency had bled off with her release.

Slow, tender kisses expressed her care for him. Paya asked Tauro to lay back and some of the thick quilt fell away. She reached for a basket under the stand next to her bed and got out a jar of oil. She poured a little in her hands and straddled Tauro’s belly. Spreading the oil across her palms, she put her hands on his chest and leaned down to kiss him some more. He slid his hands up to her hips and brushed her skin with his thumbs. Paya sat up and leaned her body weight into the muscles of his chest.

“Ahhhhh,” he sighed. He did his best to keep up with stretches while doing field work, but it was a demanding occupation.

She described big, broad circles in the tissue of his pecs with fists and palms, pressed her fingers between each rib and worked the muscles there. She ran her thumbs in the space between his ribcage and diaphragm while he inhaled deeply. Moving off to one side, Paya rubbed Tauro’s stomach clockwise, no deep pressure on the abdomen. She was careful with his sacred Hara. Her circles got bigger and moved lower. His breathing was deep and regular. She stretched out beside him and kissed the side of his face. He brought an arm up around her shoulders and she leaned her head on his bicep. Her hand slid past the beads on his hips and she rubbed oil into the muscle attachments at his pubic bone.

Tauro brought his knees up to change the tilt of his pelvis and some of his beads clinked as he changed position. His breathing became a little more rapid but still steady. She kissed his throat, his heart, his belly, bringing her hands up to rub broad circles across his nipples with her thumbs. She licked his belly button, circling it with her tongue before pressing inside. He took an extra deep breath and his hips twitched.

Paya looked up at him through silver lashes. “Shall I remove the beads around your middle?” She asked. He pointed to the ties and her fingers were much steadier now. He pulled the strands from under his body and dropped them on top of Paya’s discarded clothes along with his magnifying lens.

The length of his penis lay along one of Tauro’s hip creases. He was swelling but not hard. She reverently rested her cheek against his belly and stroked her oily palm down the underside of his cock, her thumb continuing the motion down his scrotum in the valley between his testicles. She came back up behind his balls and grasped the whole root of him. Tauro began to pant a bit, one knee dropping to the futon to give her better access and his hands coming up to play with his tits. Paya spread saliva around her lips with her tongue and stroked her hand up the length of him. There was enough lubrication from the oil on her palms that she gave each pull a twist at the head. His foreskin began to pull back as blood rushed to his phallus.

Moving her hand to caress his inner thigh, Paya wrapped her tongue around the head of Tauro’s cock and slurped it between her wet lips. His abdomen heaved and he thrust, a little shallowly with no real intention, up into her mouth. “Oh, Goddess!” He yelped.

She sucked gently, pulling up, twisting her mouth around his head now. She swirled her tongue around the tip as he rolled his nipples between his fingers. Paya grasped his hip and began to bob her head slowly up and down his length. He breathed in deeply and rocked his pelvis toward her face. After a minute, she pulled off of him and drooled on his cock. Her hand stroked the base of him with this new lubrication as she caught her breath. When she swallowed him again, she took him as deeply as she comfortably could.

“OHHhhhh, Beloved!!”

Her eyes flickered shut. Her sucking pulsed. One hand made corkscrew motions where his penis joined his body and the other played the valley between his testicles again. Her thighs slipped against each other as her arousal started to spill out again.

Tauro was grunting, groaning in time to her strokes. Paya hummed, fluttering her tongue along the underside of his cock. She pressed his hips down in to the futon when he bucked up toward her, and came up for air. Tauro traced her jawline with a finger.

“Ok, Beloved, I’m ready ready now.” A little raggedy, but with some energy.

Now Paya’s lips were a little puffy as well, and glossed with her saliva. She reclined along side him and they turned to each other to kiss. Tauro’s phallus was hot and slick between the press of their bodies. She threw one leg over his hip and ground her inner flesh against his cock. He rolled her over on to her back and she wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her thoroughly, ardently as he rutted his hips into hers, sliding between her lips and over her clit, driving her desire higher. One hand ran down the front of her body to lavish attention on her breasts. A hand in his hair drew Tauro’s head back and he made eye contact with Paya. She laid her palm at the base of his skull. Tauro did the same for her and kissed the center of her Eye tattoo. Her other hand grasped the slippery length of him and guided him to the center of her heat. Tauro pressed his forehead against Paya’s and stared deeply into her eyes. She exhaled long and slow through her nostrils while he inhaled, then he exhaled long and slow, pushing his cock forward, while she drew his breath in. This time, Taura could feel her drawing his Shen, his spirit, into herself with their breath at the same time he was being physically drawn into her body.

Truly blessed.

He rocked his torso back and pushed his hips deeper. Paya rocked her pubic bone toward him and spread her legs wider. She breathed slowly and evenly, and as she relaxed open, Tauro sank deeper into her body from his own weight. They found each other’s lips, making the sounds lovers make as they explored. Her arms went around his neck like a garland. Then Tauro pushed himself up and the shift drove his cock deep enough that her pussy swallowed him whole. Paya cried out in satisfaction, wrapped her legs around his like vines anchoring him in place. He held there a moment, straining as he felt her hold on him. Everywhere.

“UHHhhhh”

A flash of lighting lit up the room in black and white.

Tauro folded forward seeking kisses. There was an abundance there for him as thunder rumbled in the distance. Paya reached both hands down for his ass cheeks and used the leverage to grind her clit against his pubic bone. Very guttural vocalizations came out of Tauro as he wrapped his arms under and up over her shoulders to hold on. Her head fell back in an arc, her mouth open, exposing the column of her neck. He ravaged her neck with lips and tongue, needing an outlet for the sensations and needing to spur her on. He rocked into her as much as he was able.

She felt so full. Not only full with her lover, with Tauro’s body, but full of vitality, full of pleasure, full of emotion. It felt so good to be in this body and to share it with someone who could honor all of her. She kneaded his buttocks and they both moaned as he flexed inside her. Tauro pushed himself on his hands so the balance of his weight was in his pelvis and he felt his shoulder muscles tense. Paya gasped, gripped his ass harder, circled her hips — mortar and pestle. She pushed him right up to the edge in her own release. He took a deep breath in, wrapped his fingers around her breasts, and rode the sensations. She gushed around him, pulled him deep with her internal embrace as they churned together. She lifted her knees around his ribs and, free to move his hips, Tauro began to move by millimeters in and out. The thinner, watery fluid of her release eliminated friction. She let go of his ass cheeks, put her hands over his on her breasts, and just let their bodies pulse together.

Tauro flexed himself inside her again and her torso rose off the bed. Kissing her. Kissing him. Kissing each other. He rested on his elbows and Paya wrapped her legs and arms around his back. This was an old language too. They matched breath, chests pressed together, and heartbeats hammering in synchrony. He moved in and out in time to their deep breathing. Push, pull, pressure, vacuum.

“Tauroooo…” Paya moaned

A hitch in his breath. Now in and out in time to their pounding hearts. “OhHH Paya!”

She could feel him growing fuller and firmer too. She was stretched to her capacity and she engulfed him. She kissed him, suckled his tongue, and pressed her heels into his sacrum at the base of his spine.

A scratchy gasp burst from his lips. His fluid movements were not under his intentional control anymore. He could feel energy building up in his Hara, in his guts, in his balls.

Paya spilled over first, calling his name again. The bed was rocking like a boat on the ocean. Tauro’s beads clicked in time to his thrusts. She was milking the core of him and he felt his energy expand outward. He rutted into her welcoming body, back bowed, and he felt like he was bursting apart like the birthing of a star. In a rush, his Jing, his essence, flowed from his root and poured into Paya. He poured it deep, deep into the well of her sacred waters. They cried to each other like cranes taking flight across the skies.

Lifegiving rain poured down on the village.

***

“…are you well, Tauro?”

“y- ye —ahem. mm. yes, Beloved.” murmured threads of voices.

“shall we rest just like this?”

“mm. don’t think… i can move anyway.”

sighs. rustling of bed linens. yawns. kisses. sleep.

***

Tauro cracked one eye open as sound of cuccoos crowing carried across the village despite the muffling blanket of rain.

Paya was still fast asleep. He’d moved off to one side of the bed at some point during their rest. Pulling the futon quilt up to his chin, Tauro snuggled up to her again. This definitely beat a bedroll or a cot in this kind of weather. He supposed there were some material advantages to staying in one place where you could cultivate things. His focus drifted around the room as he felt sleep starting to take hold again.

Sitting bolt upright in bed, Tauro asked, “Paya, is that an ORIGINAL tapestry depicting the Calamity??”

She startled awake, rubbing sleep out of her eyes and staring confusedly up at him. “mmmph?? Y-yes??? You didn’t notice it last night?” Her scratchy voice asked blearily, squinting at him.

“I was focused on OTHER THINGS, Beloved!”

Laughing, she put her arm over her eyes. “You took all your clothes off right in front of it!”

Mouth agape. “And you DIDN’T POINT IT OUT??!”

“I have looked at that tapestry every day of my life, sweet one. It started to pass beyond my notice when the Hero won against the second Calamity and we were no longer charged with keeping it safe for fate of the world.” Paya took his hand. “Have you learned much about Sheikah relics?”

He was considering her. “Not enough, apparently.”

Lying back down, Tauro wrapped an arm around Paya’s shoulder. “How many of your ancestors have had the tapestry?”

She brought a hand up to her Eye. “Including the weavers, I am the 108th generation to serve in this way.”

He started to play with the tie in his beard. “How old were you when Link reawoke the first time?”

“Mmmm, do your people count the year of pregnancy?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I was twenty years of age.”

“… was your mother already…?”

“yes. I was being educated to become Chief after my grandmother.”

He squeezed her lightly. She placed a hand over his heart and snuggled into him.

“Paya, Link and the Sages are going to win.”

She curled her fingers. Sigh. “Tauro, I trust you. I still fear for my village, though. Where does your confidence come from?”

Considering in silence. “So much has been laid down before you and I were born. So many things have had to go right over thousands and thousands of years for us to have the tools and information we have at our disposal. You called me here at the opening of something new, each of us carrying this wisdom from the ancients, and then when we joined, it felt like we blessed the whole valley. Maybe we can’t see the whole story yet. But I think it has to mean that we have the best possible chance to succeed.”

Closing her eyes, Paya listened to the great whoosh of Tauro’s heartbeat. “I feel it, Tauro.” Her voice resonant, like a bell.

He kissed the crown of her head and turned to encircle her in his arms. They matched each other’s breathing and lay listening to the rain on the thatch.

#loz totk #paya #tauro #kakariko village #paya x tauro #i literally got possessed by this idea and sat down over 5 days to write it #i have sequel ideas but i'm not trying to do this for a following #i'll write shit if the inspiration strikes #i really went nuts with the ocean puns i do not apologize #actually nikkei #actually shintō #if you know you know

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Matsuno Chifuyu Headcannons

⚠️ Disclaimer ⚠️:

This does not only contain cute headcannons. This also contains spicy contants. If you're not interested in that then stop reading once the 2nd warning pops up. This is also my own mind so I can't assure it's gonna add up but it's almost like another future that may exist or may not. So maybe some spoilers of the Tokyo Revengers manga will be here. If your not interested then stop reading by the 1st warning.

Note: Chifuyu is a little on the harder side to think of headcannons. So there's not to many.

Kisses you on the cheek every time he sees you 😚

He doesn't kiss you when your with friends cause he feels he may embarrass you.

💕 Shy bean 💕

He's literally probably the sweetest boyfriend in the entire series Bru 😍

♡ When he's having a bad day he always wants to see you immediately because he needs hugs and cuddles ♡

You guys eat lunch together.

If your a part of Toman he always protects you while in fights.

If your not a part of Toman.... well he still will protect you. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

He talks a lot about Baji.

You were the one to wrap the bandages on his face after Baji hit him.

He likes to see you in his Toman uniform. Like his Jacket.

Likes to show you off. He likes for you to be recognized as his girlfriend/boyfriend.

Never stops telling you how much he loves you ♡

He can't help but feel insecure about himself and he continues feeling he's an embarrassment to you.

You guys probably didn't kiss on the lips for a pretty long time into your relationship.

You had to be the one to lip kiss him.

He likes you to wear his hoodies.

He likes for you to play with his hair. And he likes to play with your hair too.

Scenarios:

First kiss~ {On the lips}

You and Chifuyu were eating ice cream and sitting at a park bench. He was admiring the nature.

Chifuyu: Y/n, is the ice cream good?

Y/n: It's really good!

Chifuyu smiles softly.

You were eating the ice cream and he was just looking around at all the things around you guys like the trees and he was breathing the fresh air. You notice he's not eating his ice cream cause he's too distracted. He didn't notice you putting a bit of his ice cream in your mouth and leaning towards him.

Chifuyu turns to you.

Chifuyu: Y/n-?

You kiss him and since you have the ice cream on your tongue you put in your tongue and pass it to Chifuyu. {Yeah, y'all french kissed}

Chifuyu immediately backs away and covers his mouth while he's blushing.

Chifuyu: Y-Y-Y/-Y/n--???

Y/n: You gotta eat. It's gonna melt. 😚

Chifuyu: R-ri-rig-ri-right....

Started dating starter~

You were walking around in the school looking for Chifuyu because you guys were gonna eat lunch together.

Chifuyu: Y/n!! Over here!!

You look over and Chifuyu is looking at you with a bright smile on his face. You go to him.

Y/n: Chifuyu, you know it's a little odd your just waiting for me.

Chifuyu: Well what am I supposed to do?

Y/n: *Pout*

Chifuyu: Come on, let's go.

He walks you to the school yard where you guys loved to hang out during breaks but he brought you to a more silent spot where not many students go to.

Nicknames:

You for him:

Baby

Babe

Matsu

No-Kun or No-Chan

If you don't get that one it's basically the 2 last digits of his last name. Mat-su-no

Chi-Chan

Him for you:

Baby

Honey

Sweetie

Pumpkin

Y/n-Chan

L/n-Chan

Cutie

Marriage Headcannons:

⚠️some spoilers ahead? Read at your own risk.

Hugs you every night.

You sleep or cuddle or both on top of him while he's reading a book 1 hour to 30 minutes before bed.

Family days.

Most of the time he's stressed because of Kisaki or Mikey.

Takemichi may come over for dinner sometimes.

You always get him out of stress.

Your children will take after Chifuyu a lot.

Lots of family days ♡

Doing the deed

🔞 This is for readers at or above the age of 18. This is not meant for minors. Swear words are also included. Read at your own risk.

You guys would be a non sex couple for 2 years into your marriage.

I can also see him doing it pretty early in your marriage.

You guys would be going to sleep when he rolls on top of you and starts to make out with you.

You guys are french kissing when he starts.... You know... Ahem.... Pushing...

He would probably be a little embarrassed about it.

He's gonna start out slow but he would slowly escalate.

He likes for you to sit on his face as well.

He's probably the dominant 99.9% of the time.

He wound like you to bounce on it.

The lyrics 🎶Take it slow, put it down on it, I said jump on it, ride like a pony🎶 go well with what's going on.

He likes to do it on the bed or the couch.

He LOVES it when your bent over and he's doing it from behind.

Things he would say during fun time:

"Come here... Let me taste your lips.."

"Baby... Tonight your mine..."

"Ah! Fuck! Baby! Slow down a little!"

"Baby, I can't handle this much longer.."

"Honey, I'm about to loose control! I'm sorry if I hurt you..."

"I'm not gonna let you go... Not now"

"That's the good stuff baby.... Suck it now..."

"Baby... You taste so good..."

♀️"Baby... Your friends bounce a lot.."

♂️"Cutie... Your member won't stop moving..."

"Do you like it baby?"

#anime #chifuyu x y/n #chifuyu x fem!reader #chifuyu x male reader #chifuyu headcanons #chifuyu x reader #tokyorev chifuyu #tokyo rev smut #chifuyu smut #tokyo rev scenarios #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff

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silverteacups · 8 months

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also here's a pjsekai vocal ranking that nobody asked for because im bored and um spoilers shiho hinomori ❤️❤️

20. sorry airi ily💔i love her voice a lot especially in marshmary but there are too many songs where i DONT like her voice so

obligatory dakara motto

19. yes i know not very wonderhoy of me but emu for 18th. i just like everyone else's voices better (which is the case for most of the other characters too)

18. saki! i love leo/need i just can't put her higher

17. nothing to say here just toya

16. i've started to warm up to minori's voice actually i just can't rank it any higher

15. tsukasa tenma is still a star i promise

14. mafuyu ily but the others outrank you 💔

13. ichika's voice i like MOST of the time but after akitoya's cover i can't appreciate dramaturgy

12. rui in 11th idk i just can't hear what others like about his voice most of the time. it's like his voice is made of silk and it fits songs like What Sort Of Ending Are You Wishing For? and tumblr forced me to copy and paste the ? but anyway. yeah wxs doesn't really do that so i don't have much to back myself up

11. nene's voice is really pretty. that's it. it's pretty what more do you want from me

10. kanade. her voice is so gentle and sweet, amazing for songs like IDSMILE, cutlery and saisei

9. an shiraishi. fucking lesbian i love her

8. haruka sounds so pretty but in a few songs - emphasis on "a few" - her voice is a little (too) nasal

7. honami's voice is so underrated "her voice doesn't suit leo/need" shut the fuck up listen to her covers. heartrate. morning glory. hare wo matsu. 1. deep sea lily. FLYWAY. tell me her voice "doesn't suit" those songs. there's peaky peaky and i do not care

6. kohane because the GROWTH. i liked her voice even before NEO and pheles because it was cute but (unlike minori) actually suited VBS really well AND she sounds great with akito's higher voice

5. mizuki didn't make the top 3??? wow

4. akito (chesecak 🤤)

3. shizuku is a literal angel. she is not of this world

2. ena shinonomeme

shiho hinomori ❤️❤️❤️❤️

alternative first place: taiga HEYYY YEAHHH HEYYYY YEAHHH THIS IS WHERE YOU ARE CAUCASIAN DESTINATION 🦅🦅🦅🦅🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

changes (this is for myself):

switched airi and minori

switched around honami, toya and ena (i heard ena's aishite, aishite, aishite and dear god those last notes)

switched ena and an

switched ichika and kohane (i love ichika but NEO.....)

switched saki and minori

switched haruka and toya

changed descriptions for airi, tsukasa, minori, kanade, haruka, kohane, honami, mizuki and shizuku

switched shizuku and ena

switched toya and tsukasa

switched rui and nene

switched saki and emu

switched an and kohane

changed descriptions for kohane and honami

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dav-p · 11 months

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Biopic (with Matsu Dodo)【UTAU Original】

Illustration by Blythette

Hi hello yes I have the silly brain disorder that makes me dissociate and have an entire high school classroom in my head, so I made a song about it.

If you too enjoy silly songs about having a silly fucked-up brain, you should check it out mayhaps methinks.

I'm also very very silly and wanna maybe go in depth about it so if you're interested at all in that feel free to read more.

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Content Warning: Topics of mental illness, dissociation, and trauma will be discussed.

"Biopic" is the opening track on my album "11:11", and it features the vocals of UTAUloid Matsu Dodo.

Biopic is a track that, in it's rawest form, is about being a system, living with a trauma-based dissociative disorder, and how these factors affect the relationship you form with your memories. I have a dissociative disorder, and I am a system myself, which is why I went with this theme.

The goal I had in mind when creating "11:11" was to have it sonically transition from industrial distortion to electronic to piano ballads. So as Biopic is the first song, it's arguably one of the most distorted, industrial, and aggressive tracks in the whole album. Despite this, it simultaneously has a more melancholy sound to it in comparison to other industrial tracks on the album.

Overall, I wanted it to have a more spaced-out sound to it, simulating dissociation in a way. I like to think of the aggressive beats and noise amongst the dissonant synthesizers as representative of memories (more specifically, traumatic ones) and how sudden and chopped up in nature they can be in contrast to the present, to sufferers of dissociative disorders.

The song samples slamming doors, breaking glass, and screaming. Briefly touching on the scream for a moment: It's actually from an audiobook I played a role in. It's from Chapter 15 of The Omega Event, in which [SPOILER INCOMING] the character I play (Hunter Jackson) dies saving his friends. That scream was essentially the conclusion of me playing the role of Hunter Jackson, a character that legitimately changed my life. Playing him was the one thing that got me through the bullshit I faced in 2020. So make of that what you will.

With the artwork and music video, I had the same idea and goal in mind. As the character at the center flashes and fades in and out of sight and videos play in his silhouette when he isn't visible, his surroundings are somehow staying perfectly still. For myself and my system, this is how a lot of our memories manifest to us in our mind. They feel contrasted to reality, to our surroundings, and to what we truly know. They feel distant.

The artwork was created by my really talented friend, Blythette. And the video was created by myself and my alter, Ryuto. (For context, some of my headmates and I go by our own separate aliases online. Hence why Ryuto is credited under his own alias and not mine.)

FUN FACT, most of the videos that play in the character's silhouette throughout the music video are old videos of ours which were taken while we were in middle school and high school. There is only one clip that isn't the case, and that is the very first one with the sunflowers, as that one is a stock clip. I wanted to include sunflowers because I have a very positive association with them in my memories, mainly pertaining to an individual I was really close with in childhood.

Getting into the lyrics, overall they're about experiencing loneliness as a system amongst your memories. As a system, we chose to make each other our family over a large portion of our actual family. However, despite how close we are with one another and how familial we consider each other, it feels like that isn't genuinely real due to the fact that we're a system and share a body. It feels like it's all in our head, because the things we went through together were merely in our head and did not manifest into the material world. It's an isolating feeling of having a true family, but only because YOU and YOUR OWN BRAIN made them, not because anybody actually cared enough to understand your reality.

Okay I think that's all. Overall this is one of my favourite songs I've made thus far, both musically and lyrically. I'm extremely proud of it!

Thanks for reading if you've come this far! Maybe I'll post more analyses of my music in the future if that's something someone might enjoy reading.

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jacepens · 1 year

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A short story for @od-10kira about Akira talking to Matsu after the end of his chapter! (Contains major spoilers for Akira's chapter) This is just some sweet closure for them:)

Enjoy! (1246 words long)

“You sure this’ll work, doc?” Akira slides the doctor’s newest contraption of wires, metal, and screws over his head.

“Of course it will!” Tobei shouts across his shop, fidgeting with some levers that cause various light bulbs above Akira’s head to flash and pulse. “Are you, however, quite sure you are ready for this?”

“What are you talking about, doc? Of course I am!” Akira smiles, something crashes behind him.

Tobei hops off of his stool and makes his way over to where Akira was stuck sitting with the invention around his head holding on to the ceiling with a dozen wires. Knowing Akria’s impatience, Tobei simply waits for Akira to read his mind. Sometimes, it was easier to get his thoughts across that way anyway.

Akira pauses, his stare going blank before he’s blinking a few times. “Why would I be worried about talking to Matsu again? I asked for this and you said you could help me!”

Tobei shakes his head, “I know, I know. Perhaps I am just afraid that no one could be ready for something like this, I mean…actually speaking to the dead?”

“We still don’t know if it’ll work,” Akira kindly points out.

“Even still!” Tobei huffs, “You need to be prepared for anything, you understand me? Anything, Akria.”

Frowning, Akira waves Toebi’s concerns away, “Yeah, yeah, I get it. The old man might not be able to talk to me, big deal. Let’s just fire it up and see if it’ll work before you get all emotional on me, alright?”

Sighing, a small smile crosses Tobei’s face that always precedes sparking wires and huge fires. “Whatever you say Akira. Let’s fire it up!”

Scrambling back on his stool, Tobei re-reads his last few calculations, mumbling to himself. Akira fidgets in his metal seat, the invention squeezing his head a little too tight.

“Now then! I will start the machine up on the count of three and then I need you to give it your all!”

Akira nods, already clenching his fists in anticipation.

“One!” The lightbulbs above him begin to flicker with even more intensity, buzzing and clicking. Akira swallows down his nerves.

“Two!” The doctor lifts his hand to be ready to pull the final lever down.

“Three!” It flips, darkness engulfs the shop, Akira yells at the top of his lungs trying to summon every last bit of strength he has in him.

Then, silence.

Slowly opening his eyes, Akira blinks, then he blinks again.

“Damn, it didn’t work,” he sighs, squinting to try and make out shapes in the pitch black room. “Doc, you still there?”

“Since when was I a doctor?”

Akira jumps, only to realize he was standing on his feet now, the contraption nowhere near his head.

He starts to run towards the voice, hoping it was Matsu, but too afraid to be wrong. As he runs though, Akira realizes it’s pointless; it was too dark to know he was running at all, much less getting closer to definitely-not-Matsu.

“Can you hear me?” Akira tries calling out.

“Course, I can.”

Akira whirls around, it sounds like the voice is right next to him!

“Hey, kid, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Is that really you, Matsu?” Akira smiles wide, his chest tightens and his eyes burn.

“Course it is. Now why the hell are you here!” Matsu, still invisible, his voice starts booming. “Who’s taking care of Kaori now?!”

“Woah! It’s good to hear you too,” Akira wipes his cheek, “I’m not dead yet, just passing by.”

Matsu scoffs. “Another of Tobei’s genius inventions?”

“You got that right.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Akira adjusts to the reality that he probably won’t be able to see Matsu, just hear his voice. Hell, it was better than nothing after all.

“Didn’t think that was something the doc wanted…” Matsu’s voice trails off.

Starting to pace, Akira relaxes into the black void. “It wasn’t, least not til I asked.”

“You asked for this?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” Akira can picture Matsu deep in thought, his head tilted the smallest bit, staring in the distance.

“Guess who doesn’t matter. You wanted to talk to me.”

“Right as always,” Akira smiles, then shuffles his feet, watches the darkness ripple like water around his sneakers.

Come on, Akira. This shouldn’t be so hard!

Still invisible, Akira knows Matsu is still here, patiently waiting for him to speak. In a last-ditch attempt to make this conversation easier, Akira tries to channel his powers on reading Matsu’s mind, but all he finds is silence.

Sighing, Akira holds his head up. “I wanted, no need, to tell you that I forgive you for your past.”

“So that’s what this is about…” Matsu sighs, “kid, you don’t have to forgive me, I just needed you to know the truth.”

“Well, you have my forgiveness anyway! After everything you’ve done for us you think I would just up and hate you?” Anger starts to boil in Akira’s chest, his fists clenching.

“No! That’s not—”

“What did you go and die for then?!” Akira shouts.

The void stills.

Matsu’s laugh starts to echo around the darkness. “I did it for you, kid.”

“I could’ve done it on my own, Matsu! If—if I just had a little more time you know—”

“But you didn’t.” Matsu’s stern tone leaves no room for arguing, even if Akira is biting his tongue to snap back. He knows Matsu is right. “Now I don’t want you making me into some martyr, you got that?”

Akira chuckles hearing that. “I’ll try my best.”

Matsu’s voice turns light and Akira can picture that small smile of his he used to give Akira when he sold his taiyaki at the right price, “And listen, kid, it was nice talking to you, but from now on, I’d like to enjoy my eternal nap without any interruptions.” Akira laughs louder now, he didn’t consider how weird it might be for Matsu to suddenly be talking to Akira in the afterlife. “You don’t need me anymore, you can handle yourself. Now go take care of that kid, and take the long way back to seeing me.”

“You got it, Matsu.” Akira pauses, catches the fabric of his pants and smooths it under his palm. “I’m still gonna miss you,” he mumbles, “but I’m glad I got to talk to you.”

“Me too, Akira.” A warmth suddenly wraps around Akira and he almost pushes away before he realizes it’s a hug. Matsu is…giving him a hug from the great beyond.

Awkwardly wrapping his arms around air, he tries his best to reciprocate, closing his eyes anyway to enjoy the warm pressure. The last he’ll ever get. Hell, Matsu was never really a hugging guy, but on the rare occasions he would give Akira one if he was crying or so angry the world started to spin. They were always the best and kindest hugs he’d ever known. Matsu was always a big softie at heart, just like Akira.

“I guess I should go now.” Sniffling, Akira wipes the tears away from his cheek.

“Yeah, you’re gonna do great, kid.”

Taking a deep breath, Akira beams. “Thanks, Matsu.”

And with a last moment to enjoy his final conversation with Matsu, Akira concentrates on connecting back to the real world, on Tobei, on the shop, the annoying pressure of his contraption around his head and goes back home with a smile on his face.

#live a live #my writing #akira tadokoro #kenichi matsui #adoptive dad matsu for the win #snippets

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Parental Irresponsibility

WHUMPTOBER 2023 DAY 3: "Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon." Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop."

It's day three of whump of the tober but I'm only now writing genuine whump, as in "wow, I can't not tag that as whump, this is a bit visceral".

This is an alternate version of what should eventually become a story named "Everything's Okay and Nobody Hurts" (that bitch's been in the works for over a year, that's… impressive). Is it technically spoiler if I've always worn its premise on my sleeve? The "appendicis CT fic" isn't really new, I already wrote about it last year in "Carry On, Nothing to Fuss Over Here", except it was another version that won't be featured in the final thing. I cannot decide myself, I swear.

And yes, it's another tale of the ever-so elusive older Matsuyama sister. If anyone has any information about why she's such a prevalent headcanon in the fandom, please chug it my way, I'm so tired. Why does she make sense but also comes from seemingly Buttfuck, Nowhere? I need to understand so bad.

And of course it's the piece where I make Matsu bite the dust that is like thrice as long as the one that came before it. Of coooooourse.

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Parental Irresponsibility

Summary: Hamuko comes back to her childhood home to two things: the living room in a state of disarray, and her teenage brother stuck in the bathroom. (or: the natural consequences of entrusting your Father to His Men example son with himself and thinking he's somehow old enough to manage his own illnesses)

Fandom: Captain Tsubasa

Word Count: 3.3K words

AO3 version here.

Content warning for depictions of vomiting and child neglect.

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A child should never doubt their parents’ decisions for them, that’s an obvious rule to learn when you’re growing up. Why would you? They want your good, they made you, you’re their legacy. And who doesn’t want to leave a good legacy behind them? Your children’s success is yours. Their happiness is what makes you happy. Their pain is also your pain.

You do learn, however, as you grow up, that this rule shouldn’t exist. Your parents, like you, are human; and humans make mistakes. Sometimes, they make a lot of small mistakes that add up and make things worse than they could be. At other times, they make one big mistake, and you lose a lot of trust in them. Most of the time, you can build it back up; at others, it’s an unfixable fracture, and nothing is as it was before, and never will be.

Hamuko has turned twenty-nine years two months ago, and she’s starting to think her parents are the most blissfully ignorant fools the island of Hokkaido has ever borne.

It started with a quick house visit. The hospital gave her a couple days off, she had good news to announce and guidance from Mom to seek. It seemed like a no brainer to board an early train up north and spend a day or two with Mom, Dad, and her brother – if he wasn’t going to spend all of his awake time playing football and attending class in-between. If she remembered one thing about Hikaru, it was his fixation with kicking a ball around the garden.

Yet, despite the joy and warmth she remembered from her childhood, the scent of homemade meals on the stove and the loud equipment of Dad in the garden, when Hamuko arrived, it was deadly silent and hot. As if someone had just left the heater on for way too long, and Dad would’ve never let that happen.

It was just the corridor, but when she entered the living room, it only got worse – and her dread has only grown stronger since. The whole place is a wreck: the couch is covered in a blanket, pillows on the ground, half-empty glasses and emptied boxes of medicine on the coffee table Dad has always been so proud of… and a bucket of what she can only identify as vomit. The stench of pure bile is unmistakeable, when you’ve worked for years with it floating in the air.

The only difference here is that she just can’t ignore it.

The kitchen doesn’t fare any better: there are just as empty dishes in the sink, some of them barely even dirty; yet when they are, it’s all dried food. There’s a cutting board on the counter and nothing else, not even a vegetable, and a knife that’s never been dirtied. The stench is still here, unsurprisingly, but the dread gets heavier and sits in her stomach. What the hell has happened here?

An answer comes to her in a crash: the sound of retching, coming from the direction of the bathroom.

Any of her professional sense drop as soon as she hears it; so she gets on her guard but walks there nonetheless. The door is open, suspiciously so, as if waiting for an attack. The dread only continues to expand and put on weight, taking more and more space as it does, up until her eyes land upon a human figure, one barely recognizable, that should reassure her – but doesn’t.

Her very own brother, dressed in a soaked school uniform, bent in half over the toilet boil.

“Hikaru…? Is that you?”

She watches him slowly rise up from his torturous posture, up until he actually looks back at her.

“Ha… Hamu…?”

His eyes are glazed over, his hair is askew with strands sticking to his forehead, and there are deep rings under his eyes; some she never thought she’d ever see on someone his age. He’s the furthest possible from the strong, bright team captain she’s seen on TV last summer, let alone the shining little boy from her teenage years. It’s already awful when it’s someone she has no connection to, but this… this is terrifying.

“What’s… Where are Mom and Dad?” She asks, carefully articulating every syllable.

He leans back onto the door frame, an arm wrapped around his stomach.

“You dunno…?” His voice is hoarse and slurs. “They’re in Sapporo. For grandpa.”

The words flow down her back like ice-cold water.

“You’re… You’re home alone, Hikaru…?”

That’d explain why he’s here on a Tuesday: without Mom or Dad to notice he isn’t at school, let alone remind him of it to begin with, he’s most likely lost his perception of time. It, however, gives her more questions than answers about what the hell is in front of her face.

“Yeah…? Why…?”

Before she can ask something else, he contorts again and retches – or at least, his body is trying, because nothing comes of it. Instead, he just chokes on his saliva, as little of it as there is left. She kneels before him, at his head level, close enough to know his eyes can’t focus.

Again, would have it been an everyman, this would’ve been enough to be concerned about and maybe recommend a hospital to them. But this is her brother, and even if they’re somewhat distant due to their age gap, she still knows him – and Hikaru, fellow to his given name, has always had bright eyes.

“How you have you been vomiting like that?’ She asks, not as his sister, but as a professional.

It’s about time her diploma, experience and expertise come into play. Clearly, he needs a diagnosis more than words of reassurance.

“Uh… What day is it?”

Oh no.

“Tuesday.”

“Then… Yesterday afternoon.” He swallows. “Guess I can’t cook fish right.”

Oh no.

“Do you keep liquids down?”

Hikaru stares back with nothing but pure confusion. Come on, he’s never been good at school, but he isn’t profoundly stupid either…

“Uh…”

“Do you vomit right back up after you drink?”

His eyes shift to the side, eyebrows knitting.

“Y-yeah…?”

She carefully takes his unwrapped arm in her hands, which he doesn’t even try objecting to. With a pinch of his skin just as delicate, she watches it have trouble to get back in shape.

“That’s what I thought, you’re completely dehydrated.” And the heat that boils under his skin is another can of worms. “Have you tried calling them? Mom and Dad, I mean?”

“No…”

He grits his teeth when he speaks, the grip on his stomach still too obvious.

“Why? You’re clearly very sick!”

“It’s…” He gulps. “Grandpa’s sick too.”

“Hikaru… It’s not a good reason not to ask,” she starts. “I know cancer is a big word, and for good reason; but you need help too.”

How did their father rise him, when she wasn’t here, for him to have developed such a twisted mentality?

“Y’know Grandpa matters to Dad,” is all he replies before tears catch up with him and his head goes to lean on her chest. “Make it stop…”

Despite the stench in his breath, the discomfort of sweat-soaked clothes against hers, she brings him against her, careful to his abdomen. If her guess is right…

“Let’s bring you to the hospital, okay?”

He looks up just enough for his gaze to break her heart.

“N-no…! If you do that, they’ll tell Dad and…”

A nerve snaps inside her brain, tension already getting the best of her. Not the best timing.

“Oh my God, Hikaru, who cares if it bothers him while he’s in Sapporo payin’ a casual visit to Grandpa or whatever! It’s our parents’ responsibility to care for you when you’re ill, geez! You’re only sixteen, you’re not even supposed to be home alone like that!”

The distress on his face is so unlike him, it’s like she’s faced with a stranger in her own childhood home, who’d just so happen to look like Hikaru. Or as if Mom and Dad had made them a third sibling and that was the one in front of her, who’d share Hikaru’s eye colour but none of the composure. In how long has he not slept, for that to happen?

“They told me I… I was old enough to do that,” he says, so unsure. “So I’m gonna prove them right.” His breath hitches. “Even if it hurts…”

“There’s no point in doing that if it’ll kill you by the end.”

He clutches her shirt with such strength that, she’s certain of it, he has an organ about to burst and it’s entirely her problem now. Meanwhile, his voice completely breaks apart.

“It… It hurts…”

And that’s actually his entire response before she decides enough is enough – picks up her phone, calls an old friend of hers, and soon enough, drags her brother from the bathroom.

Oh, she’s sure Hikaru would’ve usually hated the way she handles him. He doesn’t like it when you think he can’t do something on his own, resents dependence. He’s a true Matsuyama in that regard, and the blood they share roars inside her in such a similar way – but she has thirteen years over him of experience that tells her, no, sometimes, you do need to rely on others and it’s fine to need help.

But today? Does she really have to prove a point, when her brother is barely even himself to begin with? Even as she shoves him out of his frankly repugnant clothes and dresses him back up like an unresponsive child, he doesn’t say anything beyond grunts of pain. And when the ambulance does arrive, he doesn’t do anything but loudly sniffle.

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As far as she knows, Hikaru has never been to an ER before today. Or at least, it never seemed necessary.

Usually, she’d be worried about her brother making a scene. That stupid boy has enough bravado for an entire football team, with how independent he likes to be. According to Mom, he loves pretending he’s fine, all the while he’ll be bleeding from the nose or walk on a twisted ankle. She has no idea how his teammates or coach can put up with his levels of determination, but it does at least bring comfort to know he’s not the kind to go into dark places.

This time is so much different, though. When she brought him here, Hikaru was clinging to her. Even as a young boy, he didn’t do that, especially not in public; yet there he was, clutched against her chest, rolled into a ball, hiding from the rest of the world. It hurt to have to hand him to staff when he was in his state, so distraught; and now, she can only hope he isn’t terrified. His fever has completely messed with his brain, she’s now certain.

After what has felt like hours of waiting in an ER she definitely hadn’t missed while living in Sapporo, anxious and thoughts full of darkness, her name gets called. Once she comes into the next room, she gets welcome by a very familiar man.

“I didn’t think I’d see you there, Dr Mitsubishi,” is the first thing he tells her. “Let alone for bringing in a patient.”

“I’m glad to see you too, Dr Yamaoka,” she replies without skipping a beat.

It sounds sarcastic, but it’s not meant to be. In fact, it’s almost a reassurance, to see such a trusted face among all of the chaos.

“I’ll cut to the chase: the young man you’ve brought in has acute appendicitis. It’s in quite an advanced stage too, so we’ll have to take additional precautions. That means we’ll have to operate immediately.”

It should break her heart so much more than it is now – but perhaps she expected it too much for it to actually come as a surprise. After some time, diagnosing appendicitis herself, it comes as a force of habit: medium to high fever, nausea, vomiting, inability to keep fluids down, strong stomach pains. All telltale signs that the appendix has gotten inflamed. Sometimes, you can just treat it with medicine. Most others, you operate. Not difficult.

“That’s what I suspected. All of his symptoms matched textbook appendicitis,” she replies as if reciting a lesson.

Dr Yamaoka’s gaze darkens.

“Actually, Dr Mitsubishi, I need to ask you something about him. How did you find him?”

“What do you mean?”

“His records all show he’s underage, so we can’t operate without his family’s consent. Unfortunately, all of his emergency contacts have failed.”

Oh no. If she isn’t listed, then it means… Fuck. She has no way on her to prove she’s related to him.

“All of them?”

In a reflex, remembering she too didn’t look at it, she takes her phone out, where a missed call features front and centre, but doesn’t comment on it just yet.

“Two of them were for his parents, who didn’t pick it up after multiple attempts. Third one is…”

Oh, he’s saved.

“It’s me, Doctor.”

“Excuse me?”

“Knowing him, he put in either say Hamuko or Sister for the third contact. It’s my number.” Upon seeing the confusion, she clarifies, “that boy is my younger brother. I found him in our parents’ home retching. He told me he had been sick since yesterday, but considering the state I found him in, I haven’t been able to piece much more than that.”

“I see. But how do I know you are telling the truth?”

She shows her phone screen, the missed call, the number of the hospital.

“Is that good enough? You can try calling the third number again if you’d like.” She gulps. “I doubt we have time for this, but if you need it, I can fetch our family record showing you we’re related.”

“I think that’s enough.”

“So you have my consent to operate him.” Then, in such a softer tone, “please, Doctor, my brother wasn’t the same person when I found him. Make his pain stop.”

He nods, a familiar iron will coming back to the surface.

“We will.”

Back to the waiting room it is for her, for them.

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Come to think of it, she doesn’t remember seeing Hikaru sleep often – at least, not past the age where Mom would force him to take naps. That should’ve been around the time she entered med school and moved to Sapporo as a result. This stupid boy was always a ball of energy, even when compared to other kids, that he seemed untameable; but now, he has bruises under his eyes, and nothing seems to be able to wake him up.

It’s odd, sharing such a quiet room with such a loud boy. Now that Dr Yamaoka has come and gone, silence has regained every nook and cranny of the room. All that’s left is the breathing of both siblings, his calm and regular, hers a bit more nervous; and the drip, everlasting, of an IV.

When Hikaru does finally come to, it takes him a long time to do so, and he whispers to himself about everything feeling sore. Only when he realizes he’s not in a familiar environment does he start growing more alert, up until he’s sitting up, gritting his teeth as he does, and looking at her.

“Hang on,” she tells him as she puts a hand on her arm. “If you want to sit up, I can incline your bed.”

He looks a tad confused when it registers.

“Hamu? What’re you doing here…?” He looks around. “Actually, where are we?”

“So, don’t panic, but, we’re in the hospital.”

He leans back.

“What?!”

And he falters a little.

“Don’t move this briskly, you’ve got fresh stitches, dumbass!”

He does finally lean back into the bed as he should, which she then proceeds to incline. Now face to face, it’s easy to see the remaining signs of fatigue on his face – but what’s clearer is the pallor of his skin, which hasn’t quite let entirely yet.

“Do you remember how you got here?”

“Uhm… No, I don’t even…” He zeroes in on her. “Hey, Hamu, why the fuck do I have stitches?”

“Hikaru, you just got operated for appendicitis.” Then it hits her back. “Actually, it was supposed to be for acute appendicitis. You ended up giving yourself peritonitis instead.”

“Uh… There’s a difference?”

Right. Not everyone knows about peritonitis as much as she does. Now to explain it to her sports-inclined brother…

“To sum it up, it’s what happens when an appendicitis festers. Your appendix tore right as they were examining you and it spread all of its bacteria to the membrane of your abdomen, which in turn got inflamed as well.”

“In short?”

“You almost died.”

Hikaru freezes.

“You can’t be serious,” he replies with a trembling voice. “It was just… I was just… I just cooked my fish wrong, Hamu. That’s all I can… That’s all I remember. I cooked my fish wrong, and I gave myself food poisoning, somehow. That’s all there is to it.”

“You didn’t. In fact, I’m sure your fish was fine.” Her gaze darkens, she feels it. “What’s not fine, however, is Mom and Dad leaving you to fend for yourself.”

“I… I didn’t tell them, though,” he gulps, “that I hadn’t cooked my fish as I should’ve.”

“It doesn’t sound like you to be in denial.”

“Things don’t make sense, Hamu. One minute my stomach hurts a little and the next I’m wakin’ up here in – why does this room even look like that, actually?”

He stares in disgust at the wallpaper – white with colourful spots, cute bipedal animals doing cute stuff with other cute bipedal animals, and other constellation-shaped ornaments.

“You’re still fifteen, so you’re in the paediatric yard.” Ironic that, would have he been just a month older, he’d have been in another part altogether. “It’s just protocol, because you don’t look like a child anymore.”

“Goddammit, that’s…” He passes a hand through his hair, then down his face. “I dunno what to make of it.”

“It’s understandable. Even an adult would’ve been distraught in your shoes.”

He stares back with nothing short of sheer uncertainty.

“I want out of here already.”

“Unfortunately, you’re stuck here for a week, and I’m not letting you get outta here until Mom and Dad come back from Sapporo.”

He deflates again and leans back into the pillow, sighing.

“I still don’t want them to know.”

“They’re bound to, Hikaru. They should’ve never let you be on your own to begin with, not for this long.”

She expects a vehement answer, one that’d just be so much like her brother, but all he does is sigh again.

“For now, I’ll just do their job.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, actually, I need to. I don’t believe in this ‘eldest daughter must take care of her younger siblings’ shtick so many of my friends got hit with, but I believe in having to keep my brother from harm.”

“That just sounds like the same thing.”

“It may sound like it to you, but it’s not.” The block creaks and falters. “I was terrified when I found you, earlier. You were half-delirious and crying like I’ve never seen you do. You sounded like someone else entirely.” A shiver goes down her spine. “Hikaru, I don’t think you’ll ever quite get how horrible what happened to you is, or at least, not for a long time; but when you do, just come to me. It’ll help you process it all.”

“Uh… If you say so.” He looks aside. “Thanks, I guess. I’m still confused as hell, but it sounds like you… saved me. So, thanks.”

She opens her arms.

“C’mere. I’m a specialist at hugging injured people.”

In silence, they exchange a hug they should’ve a long time ago.

#whumptober 2023 #no.3 #make it stop #captain tsubasa #fic #child neglect tw #vomiting tw #blorbo sufferingposting

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I've been thinking about non-romantic UmeMatsu for quite a while, but I've never drawn them. Now I'm doing a sort of kiss meme and I'm excited to finally do it!

It's one of those templates where you draw a ship kissing in several ways, but instead I'm just drawing Matsu with each member of the Five Leaves that he's kissed (post canon and according to me.) Spoilers: there's four of them hahah

#Look #I'm just really into the idea of a casually sxual relationship between these guys #no complicated romance just friendship and boning that improves said friendship #House of Five Leaves #Saraiya Goyou #Umezo #Matsukichi #UmeMatsu #danikunst #1 #wip #hc #it could take a while for me to finish this because I'm working on other things too #hence the wip :3 #fanart

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