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missukiyo · 2 months

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— ex-husband! gojo x reader [3]

read part 2 here

cw: angst, co-parenting, hospitalisation, mentions of a toxic relationship, brief mentions of miscommunication, eventual fluff, hea

a/n: i’m sorry that this took so long to do :( i had sm pracs for the last week so i took a 1 week long break, but now that’s over, i can go back to posting regularly. yippee!! i just wanna thank all of you guys for the continued support. i cherish each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart mwah. i gor kinda lazy at the end w this but reblogs + comments are vv much appreciated

@voideren @bts-lover00 @sadmonke

ex-husband! gojo who you’ve been seeing more and more lately these past couple of weeks due to your precious daughter being hospitalised.

ex-husband! gojo who spends every moment he can by your side during sayuri’s hospital stay, offering comfort and reassurance whenever you need it most.

ex-husband! gojo who makes sure you never went a moment without support, especially after that encounter with his mother. whether it be holding your hand during difficult conversations with the doctors or fetching you a warm cup of tea when exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders, he was more than ready to step up.

ex-husband! gojo who holds your hand tightly during the moments of uncertainty, his presence a source of strength and solace amidst the chaos of the hospital. he listens to your fears and worries without judgement, offering reassurance and understanding in return.

ex-husband! gojo who refuses to leave your side, even when exhaustion threatens to overwhelm him. he sleeps in the uncomfortable hospital chair beside you, his presence a constant reminder that you are not alone in this ordeal.

ex-husband! gojo who takes on the responsibility of keeping friends and family updated on sayuri’s condition, sparing you from having to constantly repeat the painful details.

ex-husband! gojo who brings sayuri’s favourite toys and books from home, hoping to bring some sense of familiarity and comfort to her hospital room.

ex-husband! gojo who helps you keep track of sayuri’s medications and treatment plans, making sure that nothing falls through the cracks during this stressful times.

ex-husband! gojo who, as the days pass and sayuri’s condition stabilises, remains by your side as you prepare to bring her home from the hospital.

ex-husband! gojo who helps gather her belongings and fills the car with comforting blankets and stuffed animals, eager to welcome her back with open arms.

ex-husband! gojo who envelopes sayuri in a tight hug the minute she is discharged from the hospital, tears of gratitude and relief streaming down is cheeks. he promises to cherish every moment with her, grateful for the chance to hold her close. unbeknownst to him, you stood there at the doorway with a soft smile on your face as you watched the father and daughter moment unfold.

ex-husband! gojo who, after embracing Sayuri tightly, helps her into the car with a gentle smile, his eyes shining with love and relief. he settles into the driver's seat beside you, his heart overflowing with gratitude for having his daughter back safe and sound.

ex-husband! gojo who starts the car and pulls out of the hospital parking lot, the tension of the past weeks slowly dissipating as the familiar hum of the engine fills the air. he steals a glance at you, his eyes soft with affection as he took in the tired but relieved expression on your face. you catch his gaze and offered him a grateful smile, your hand finding his on the gear shift between the seats.

ex-husband! gojo who drove carefully, his attention divided between the road ahead and the precious cargo in the back seat. sayuri chattered excitedly about everything she saw outside the window, her enthusiasm infectious as she pointed out landmarks and familiar sights.

you lean back in your seat, a sense of peace settling over you as you watched sayuri and satoru interact in the rearview mirror. despite everything that has happened, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the support and love that surrounded you in this moment.

as the car rumbled along the familiar streets towards home, sayuri’s voice suddenly piped up from the back seat. "are mommy and daddy back together now?" she asked innocently, her eyes wide with curiosity.

ex-husband! gojo whom you share a pitiful fiancé with, feeling a lump form in your throat at the unexpected question. you clear your throat awkwardly, searching for the right words to explain the situation to your daughter. “no sweetie… mommy and daddy are… still figuring things out…” you said softly, a hint of longing laced in your voice as you spoke.

ex-husband! gojo who felt a pang of sadness at the reminder of the complexity of your relationship. he knew that rebuilding your bond would take time and patience, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right.

as the car pulled into the driveway and you prepared to unload sayuri’s belongings, gojo glanced over at you once more, admiring you. he was so close yet so far.

ex-husband! gojo who feels a surge of emotions as he watches her settle back into the familiar surroundings of your home. he’s relieved beyond words to see her safe and sound, but as the initial rush of relief fades, a bittersweet realisation settles in. the time spent in the hospital has brought him closer to you in ways he had never anticipated.

ex-husband! gojo who, as the night wears on and exhaustion begins to set in, reluctantly prepares to leave your side. he gathers his things quietly, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness of the moment.

ex-husband! gojo who knew that he had overstayed his welcome, wanting to give you and sayuri space to settle back into your routine.

ex-husband! gojo who pauses at the door when he hears your voice, soft and hesitant, calling out to him. he sees the hesitation in your eyes; the unspoken plea for him to stay just a little longer.

ex-husband! gojo who sets down his bag slowly, his heart pounding in his chest as he searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation or regret. when he finds nothing but sincerity and longing, he nods silently, his decision made in an instant.

ex-husband! gojo who stays, not. because he feels obligated or guilty, but because he wants to. he wants to be there for you, to support you, to help rebuild what was once lost.

ex-husband! gojo who, as days turned into weeks, realised that his feelings for you were far from extinguished: they were merely buried beneath layers of regret and pain. with each passing day, he found himself falling more deeply in love with you all over again, his heart yearning for a second chance at happiness.

ex-husband! gojo who, as he spent more time with you and sayuri felt the walls he had built around his heart begin to crumble. he longed to reach out to you, to tell you how much you meant to him, but the fear of rejection held him back.

ex-husband! gojo who, one evening, found himself standing outside your door with a bouquet of flowers in hand, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. he hesitated for a moment, the memories of past mistakes threatening to overwhelm him, but then he took a deep breath and knocked softly.

ex-husband! gojo who was greeted by your warm smile as you opened the door, the sight of you taking his breath away all over again. he stammered out a clumsy greeting, feeling suddenly tongue-tied in your presence.

"toru, what are you doing here?" you asked, your tone curious but not unwelcoming.

he swallowed hard, gathering his courage as he held out the bouquet. "i… uh… i brought these for you," he said, his voice softer than he intended.

your eyes widened in surprise as you accepted the flowers, a faint blush rising to your cheeks. he bought you roses — a classic. you could never go wrong with roses. "thank you, they're beautiful," you murmured, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. for a brief moment, the memories of arguments fueled by miscommunication, the frustration of feeling misunderstood that had ultimately caused you to go your seperate ways, all faded into the background.

ex-husband! gojo who took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "y/n, I know things haven't been easy between us, and I understand if you're hesitant, but i... i miss you," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion.

you looked at him, your expression softening as you reached out to touch his arm. "satoru, i... i miss you too," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

ex-husband! gojo who felt a surge of hope blossom in his chest at your words, his heart pounding with newfound courage. "would you, um, would you maybe want to go out with me? for dinner, or something?" he asked, his words stumbling over each other in his eagerness.

you hesitated for a moment, your gaze flickering uncertainly, but then you smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across your face. "i would like that," you said softly, your voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

ex-husband! gojo who felt a rush of relief flood through him at your response, a sense of joy bubbling up inside him at the prospect of spending time with you again. "great, it's a date then," he said, his smile widening as he reached out to take your hand in his.

you squeezed his hand gently, a shy smile playing on your lips. "yeah, it's a date," you agreed, your eyes meeting his with a spark of excitement.

ex-husband! gojo who, as he walked away from your door that evening, felt a renewed sense of hope and determination. he knew that rebuilding your relationship wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to do whatever it took to win back your love and trust.

ex-husband! gojo who felt his breath catch in his throat as you opened the door, the sight of you in a beautiful red dress taking his breath away. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, feeling as though he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

you smiled warmly at him, a hint of blush gracing your cheeks as you took in his appearance. "satoru… hey," you greeted him, your voice soft with affection.

ex-husband! gojo who returned your smile with a sheepish grin, suddenly feeling self-conscious under your gaze. "hi, y/n," he replied, his voice tinged with nervousness.

you linked your arm with his, the warmth of your touch sending a shiver down his spine. "shall we go?" you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.

ex-husband! gojo who nodded eagerly, his heart pounding with anticipation as you led the way to the car. he opened the door for you with a flourish, feeling a surge of pride as you settled into the passenger seat.

ex-husband! gojo who found himself lost in conversation with you, the awkwardness of the past giving way to easy banter and laughter. he felt a sense of peace settle over him, realizing that this was where he was meant to be: by your side.

ex-husband! gojo who arrived at the restaurant and was immediately struck by the romantic ambiance. soft, ambient music played in the background, candlelight casting a warm glow over the cozy table for two.

you smiled as you took in the scene, a soft sigh escaping your lips. "this is perfect," you murmured, your eyes meeting his with a tender warmth.

ex-husband! gojo who couldn't agree more, feeling a swell of gratitude in his chest for this second chance at love. he pulled out your chair for you with a gentle smile, silently vowing to cherish every moment of this evening.

throughout the dinner, ex-husband! gojo found himself falling more deeply in love with you all over again. he listened intently to your stories, savouring the sound of your laughter and the sparkle in your eyes.

ex-husband! gojo who couldn't resist the urge to feed you a bite of his cheesecake as dessert arrived, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "here, try this," he said, holding the fork out to you.

you raised an eyebrow in amusement, but leans forward nonetheless, allowing him to feed you the bite. you roll your eyes playfully as you chewed, a mock expression of skepticism on your face. "hmm, not bad," you teased, your lips quirking up into a smile.

ex-husband! gojo who couldn't help but laugh at your playful response, feeling a warmth spread through him at the sight of your smile. He reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering on your cheek for a moment longer than necessary.

ex-husband! gojo who savoured every moment of the evening, feeling more alive and hopeful than he had in years. he realised then and there that he was truly in love with you all over again, and he vowed to himself that he would never let you go again.

ex-husband! gojo who walks you to your doorstep at the end of the evening, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation as he prepared to say goodnight. he hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or reluctance.

but then you smiled up at him, a soft warmth in your gaze that made his heart skip a beat. "thank you for tonight, satoru," you said softly, your voice filled with genuine gratitude and affection.

he reaches out to take your hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring. "no, thank you, y/n," he replied, his voice soft with emotion. "for giving me a second chance, for believing in me, for everything."

without another word left to spare, he leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude. and in that moment, as he held you close, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be...

with you.

and he was so utterly grateful to have been granted a second chance at loving you again.

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cooliogirl101 · 6 months

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that little snippet with Sayuri and Shen Jiu makes me incredibly curious about that AU. How much interaction have they had up to that point (because I'm assuming it was the real Haitang at some point? Or did Sayuri wake up without powers so had to bide her time or something)? Also how differently would the plot go, because I can't imagine Sayuri would stand for Shen Jiu treating children poorly or the suspicions of Shen Jiu's martial siblings/old peak lords

Yeah I definitely viewed it as a transmigration thing, where Sayuri landed in Qiu Haitang's body shortly before the Qiu massacre. I guess in this verse, I saw her as more of a mixture of Lily and Sayuri-- more jaded than Lily, less hardened than Sayuri. Maybe a Sayuri who died early on, who didn't survive the fighting rings, who thought it was over and she could finally rest-- only to wake up in yet another unfamiliar body.

Playing the part of the innocent, naive, happy-go-lucky girl (at least until she gets her bearings) is one of the more challenging things she's done but if there's one thing she's learned from Sousuke, it's how to put on a convincing mask. She latches on to Shen Jiu because his wounds so remind her of her brother's-- that same ruthless drive to do anything in order to survive.

For the first few months of their acquaintance, Shen Jiu is in a constant state of bewilderment that the girl he'd always viewed as the epitome of innocence is, in actuality, kind of a bitch. He's never felt closer to her. Shortly after they come of age, Haitang suggests very calmly and reasonably that they get married after all. She times her proposal perfectly to the split second after Shen Jiu takes a sip of tea and pretends that his resultant sputtering and choking was not at all her intention.

("It's only practical, it's not exactly a secret that you and I spend the majority of our nights together. We might as well make the rumors official. Now I've always been partial to the idea of a fall wedding, what do you think? The leaves are always so lovely that time of year, all golden and red like-- yes, the exact shade your face is turning, thank you for demonstrating, A-Jiu.")

It's a purely platonic marriage, of course, but it does wonders for fixing Shen Jiu's reputation. It's an ongoing debate on Cang Qiong over who's scarier-- the Qing Jing Peak Lord or his wife, who was once rumored to make a Black Moon Rhinoceros-Python cower away with a single glare. Things go pretty well for a while.

And then Luo Binghe arrives.

(In one world, Luo Binghe goes to bed as the Emperor of the Combined Realms with an unmatched harem of over 600 renowned beauties. When he wakes up, he is 12 years old again, weak, powerless, and back at Qing Jing Peak-- the source of some of his worst memories, a place he'd once burned to ashes. Worse, he is back at the mercy of Shen Qingqiu, who is now...happily married to the woman who was instrumental to bringing him down?)

#hahaha i love the confusion lbh would be in #murder cat au

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pinkroseblooms · 4 months

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Iketeru Daga in love with f! Reader headcanons (sfw and now with smut included!)

(look at this beautiful man.)

SFW:

Iketeru will probably need some time to differentiate his feelings of affection for you from platonic emotions. He knows what romantic/sexual attraction is, it’s just not something he’s too preoccupied with; people assume because he’s good looking he has a fair share of experience, but Iketeru more often than not finds himself uncomfortable with the attention his looks get him.

It’ll start with Iketeru unknowingly singling you out; he’s a pretty genial person, but you get preferential treatment. Iketeru will unconsciously be on the lookout to see where you are, his smile will light up considerably when he catches sight of you and suddenly it’s as though no one else exists.

Iketeru still spaces out when you speak to him, he can’t help how his mind wanders, but it doesn’t happen quite as often when he talks to you and his focus only becomes keener the more his affection for you grows. He’s curious about you and his brain latches on to details and new information you share; you’re probably the first person who Iketeru actively and consistently engages with in conversation. It’s as if Iketeru is subconsciously trying to understand why he feels so excited and nervous to be near you.

You’re the first person Iketeru wants to tell good news to and he gets the oddest urges to bombard you with information: he just has to let you know what music he’s listening to, show off his cute new hat from Sayuri’s dog food website, a new recipe he tried out, something funny Mabui did the other day. Somewhat like an excited child, Iketeru will unwittingly end up monopolizing your attention and time, he can’t seem to spend enough time with you.

When his mind does drift off around you, Iketeru will probably still be thinking of you in some form whether it be fantasies where you’re the star or just your face being somewhere in the mix of onigiris, mentally preparing for the next shoot, or remembering to buy Sayuri more food on the way home. When Iketeru snaps out of it and realizes you were saying something, he’s unusually apologetic and a bit embarrassed. You must think he’s a scatterbrained ditz and he’s not sure why the thought upsets him so much.

You’re someone Iketeru feels like he can just be himself around but his feelings are confusing and messy. The more time you spend together and the stronger Iketeru’s feelings grow, the more uncertain he is about how to interact with you. There’ll be a period of sudden awkwardness and Iketeru will be second guessing how frequently he approaches you and what he says. What will you do if he lets his real feelings slip? What if you don’t want to be his friend anymore?

When the truth comes out and Iketeru asks you for a date, he’s still anxious, but in the best possible way. He’s getting butterflies planning where you’ll go, what you’ll do, and he almost combusts imagining the two of you kissing, hugging, holding hands, etc.

To Iketeru, you’re on a bit of a pedestal. You’re his lovely, strong princess who can do no wrong. Even if you mess up or act selfishly, Iketeru will be quick to forgive and forget. You’ll need to be very encouraging to get him to open up so he understands you genuinely care about what he wants and you don’t expect to be catered to or for him to push down his own feelings.

You either appreciate or don’t mind his immature sense of humor, but if you do decide to join in on the joke, Iketeru will be torn between finding it hilarious or becoming incredibly flustered. Obviously Iketeru knows what sex is, but making dirty jokes and relating you to sexual situations causes very different reactions in his imagination; dick jokes are silly and a bit naughty. But you, cracking one liners and making sly remarks about…intimate things? How can Iketeru be expected to not have his mind drift to what it would be like to do those things with you?

And that takes us to the spicy stuff:

It might seem odd, but Iketeru takes a much more conservative approach to engaging in physical stuff with you, at least in the beginning stages of your relationship. He’s eager, but also very much the gentleman; he wants to go at your pace and respects your boundaries. You’re someone very precious and Iketeru can deal with waiting for you to take things further; the very idea of pressuring you into doing something makes Iketeru’s skin crawl.

That being said, Iketeru is still very eager. In bed he’ll be mouthing at your skin, wanting to be as close to your body as possible, practically begging for you to tell him what you want him to do to you. He wants so badly to touch you and make you feel good, but he’s anxious to cross a line and go too far too fast.

Most of what Iketeru knows about romance is from movies and books, so expect flowers, candles, something in that vein for the first time. Iketeru wants the first time to be you two making love as much as fucking. What turns him on the most is that you’re the one doing this to him, making his head dizzy and his cock leak with precum with little more than a few passionate kisses and lingering touches.

Iketeru’s kinks include you being his gentle dom, being blindfolded, over stimulation, eating you out, cream pies, and praise, praise, and praise. Nothing gets him off more than listening to you tell him what a good boy he is while you tease his cock.

If you undress and reveal you went to the effort to put on lacy lingerie for him, Iketeru might stop functioning entirely for a few seconds. How is he supposed to decide between rubbing against your soft, adorable panties so he can feel how wet you are or ripping them off in desperation to be inside you?

Iketeru doesn’t mind experimenting, but his favorite positions are ones like missionary or cowgirl, really any positions where he can watch your face and look into your eyes. You’re so beautiful and he gets off knowing he’s the one making you so wet and flushed and all your attention is on him.

“Is this okay?” Iketeru’s lips barely detach from your nipple so he can speak clearly; he’s been alternating between sucking on your breasts and your neck for the last ten minutes. He’s got you sitting on his lap this time; he likes how you wrap your arms around him, run your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair as he suckles and rocks his hips into you. You nod, voice caught in your throat, and Iketeru can’t help smiling; he’s looking up at you, eyes glazed over with affection, love struck and maybe a bit relieved.

“These are so cute.” Iketeru gives a long, loving lick to your swollen nipple; he’s groping your other breast, thumb swiping back and forth over the other tender bud. “You get so wet when I play with them. I want to keep teasing you, but I can’t-!” Iketeru gasps sharply as you cry out and gush over his dick; it’s wetter than usual. “Di-did you squirt?” Iketeru lets out a breathy, faint laugh. “Oh my god…can you do that again? Please princess, one more time? It felt so good around me, I want to feel it again…”

Iketeru wishes the two of you could stay like this for hours; locked in a warm embrace, tickling and caressing, feeling each other’s skin and warmth all night. He doesn't even need to cum, as long as he can stay inside you, be as close to you as he can without actually somehow fusing his very being with yours. Iketeru knows you’re overstimulated and sleepy, but it’s hard to feel bad when it means getting to have you a clinging, whimpering mess in his arms. It's intense and overwhelming, you make him feel things he didn't even know he could.

“You feel so good,” Iketeru sighs, pressing the softest kisses to your lips, like he’s trying to soothe you; he’s grinding his cock into you, hard and slow, almost too deep, but Iketeru’s hands stroke your thighs and back, gently ushering you to relax. “It’s so soft inside," he murmurs, slowly rocking, back and forth, back and forth, as if he could go any deeper. "Soft and so wet...so hot, it almost burns. I can't get over how good it feels, so perfect, like you were made for me-”

Iketeru shudders violently when your pussy tightens and his cock throbs thinking about how much cum he’s going to have dripping down your thighs, how pretty your pussy lips will look, puffy and slick and good enough to eat. Maybe he’ll use his tongue to clean you up as an apology for being so needy.

“Ah, bounce on me…bounce harder, please, want to cum inside you.” Iketeru rests his head between your tits with a ragged moan, shaking with the effort it’s taking him to not just slam his cock into you over and over again like a rabid animal. “Yes, yes, yes! Don’t stop, I want to feel you cum on me again, all over my lap. I’m so close, let’s do it together…?”

#daga iketeru #daga iketeru x reader #fem reader #smut #uramichi oniisan #life lessons with uramichi oniisan #fluff #headcanons #reader insert

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fatherfigurefusion · 8 days

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I don't know if anybody on the Fangan side of Tumblr knows about the existence of "Danganronpa: Alter Nexus", but I've got to say this:

I ship Ryuji with both Sayuri and Ichiro, which is funny, because Ryuji's first interaction with Sayuri has him internally monologuing about her grace, politeness, and beauty, while his interactions with Ichiro has such gold as "One word to describe this guy: obnoxious.", "What kind of parenting makes a kid turn out like this?", and "And I think you should go to hell.".

#fusion's thoughts #fusion's ships #fanganronpa #danganronpa fangame #danganronpa alter nexus #ryuji uchida #sayuri himejo #ichiro samejima #saryuji #ichiryu #(came up with the ship names myself!)

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moonsmultimusings · 18 days

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@ochazos liked for a starter! ☾

So far, Akira could hardly say he was enjoying this 'ideal world' that Maruki had created. He and Akechi had agreed to spend their days until January 9th attempting to gather what information they could about what had happened. This was time that he had decided to spend himself trying to speak to his friends. As much as he'd hoped that speaking to everyone would somehow snap them out of things, it had only served to make him feel worse about what he'd heard.

The others were happy. They were enjoying this world. They found comfort in the scenarios it provided them, and he couldn't bring himself to say to their faces what he knew. How was he supposed to look Ann and Shiho in the eyes and tell them about what he knew had happened back in April? Who was he to raise his objections about seeing the Sayuri displayed prominently in the museum in Ueno? And how was he supposed to speak normally with Wakaba Isshiki when he'd only known her as a screeching cognition? It was a frustrating situation to be placed in, knowing how wrong everything was, yet not wanting to be the one to inflict the pain that would be required to set it right. He couldn't help but direct that frustration towards Maruki for placing him in this situation. How was this world meant to be ideal if it made him feel this way?

He returned from yet another day of unsuccessfully speaking to his friends, and yet another day, he saw an unfamiliar face around Yongen-Jaya. After living here for nearly a year, he felt like he'd gotten a fairly good grasp of these backstreets and the people he'd pass heading back to the cafe. These past few days, though, he'd seen an unfamiliar face. The timing felt too perfect to be coincidental. What this meant, he wasn't sure. There was a part of him that worried that speaking to this person might somehow shatter things for everyone, and there was a part of him that wished that it would. Thus, on his third day of seeing this unfamiliar student, he decided to reach out.

“Excuse me!” He hurried his steps to catch up with the unfamiliar boy. “Sorry for stopping you.” In any other setting, this would be a strange thing to do to someone. People in this world were far too forgiving. It was almost unsettling to see in practice. How to best approach someone and ask them if they knew anything about the world being fake? This was the question he'd have to grapple with yet again when interacting with someone here. “I… don't think I've seen you around here before. Did you just move to Tokyo?” He had to cringe internally at this line of questioning. He'd never really been the small talk type, especially when it came to strangers, but he needed some sort of in. Perhaps this person was a hint. Or better yet, a key.

#´ ･ . ✶muse; 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 ⦅ kurusu akira ⦆#{ hopefully that works for your p5 verse! let me know if there's anything you need me to change here }#{ and sorry for taking a minute on this!! }#ochazos

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kaylatechheart · 3 months

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Old Stuff of the Small Connections AU Here are some outdated drawings I did for this AU that I particularly like, some parts are still canon to the story or designs, I'll label what is canon or not. Hope you guys like it! Binni, Billy, Bat, Bear, and Badger are owned by me. PPG and RRB are owned by: Craig McCracken Clover, Mallow, Shallot and Kale are owned by: Sayuri Tatsuyama

NOTE: Badger's design is outdated on this one, the new one is on my Rowdyrocks post. The PPG and RRB actually has new designs, but I have not yet post them yet. The only canon design so far is Bear but there might be a few tweaks in the future.

NOTE: The designs are outdated and probably interactions too, the boys and girls would not be in the same room together for one sec (apart from the blues) I still love the drawing none the less. Though if they wanna celebrate Christmas with their younger sister together they probably would tolerate it ig.

NOTE: Easter drawing! I made this for fun when easter hit back then, Bunny and Bat are not there because this was either before I decide to add them in, or it was when the story was Binni came first then the purples. I changed the story now to where the purples came first than Binni. Though Bunny is referenced by the bunny that Boomer is holding. The 4 other bunnies is a reference to a manga (they also have an anime apparently) called "Happy Happy Clover". Once again, outdated designs, will post the new designs for the PPG and RRB at some point.

NOTE: Just Bubbles and Boomer eating cookies with Binni, though again old designs-

Note: OLD REFERENCE SHEET New design here!

NOTE: Just a nice screenshot edit, though the designs are outdated I still love how it looks pretty close to canon.

NOTE: Oh god I think I'm gonna have to explain this for newcomers, ok so before I made the Rowdyrocks I used to use the Rowdyright Boys by @jksketchy (with permission) for the AU initially. I had made that change more recently as the direction im going for doesn't fit the boys, nor that I wanted to butcher their characters and personalties, didn't seem right, so I had made new boys. Oh ya Buck is owned by: @octopusink

NOTE: Pretty self explaintory kinda, drew Binni being sick but that's because I was sick at the time, still outdated designs tho.

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NOTE: A video I'm either proud of for finishing or cringing due to outdated backstory. Binni is not gonna die and come back to life in the new rendition of the story. Designs are still outdated. But enjoy the video nonetheless tho- I'll probably remake it one day-

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usagimen · 1 month

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☾. Just as the banner indicates; this is a PERMANENT INTERACTION CALL. Interest checkers can be a bit of a hassle, so, this makes it much easier to grasp a feel for those who would like to engage. By liking this post, the following shall happen.

you are fine with plotting threads / spontaneous interactions / dash commentary that can lead into light threads

open to being sent prompts && random ask box things

possibly open to dynamics that are not limited to friendships, kinships, rivalries, if it leads into it romantic shipping

being prodded ooc wise to have a deeper connection to one another

A fair warning though before tapping the heart, I tend to be rather busy throughout the week! Please keep this into consideration when going ahead && engaging. Furthermore, understand Sayuri at times is a difficult muse but that never means we cannot restart threads, interactions, or dynamics - it is often encouraged. For those who would like, this also means we can exchange discord in order to keep up with one another.

#PERMANENT INTERACTION CALL.

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bbyangyl · 2 years

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚— THE STAGE IS YOURS- IZUKU MIDORIYA (0.0)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚— 0.0. prologue

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚— w.c: 2,456

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚— chapter tags: anxiety, cyberbullying, stalking, mentions of food, mentions of injury, mentions of attempted kidnapping

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If there was one rule you vowed to follow every time you were up on the stage, it would be:

Perform with a smile

It didn’t matter how complicated the choreography could be; it didn’t matter how high the notes had to be sung. If your fans were there, if your members were there, you were able to get through it with a smile that illuminated the venue even more than its stage lights.

It has always been that way

Yes, it took a lot of hard work to get to where you were. With the countless hours of training, practicing, crying, injuries, and the horrifying possibility of your dream never coming to reality, you always had underlying fear about what was to come in your future.

Despite it all, you still performed with a smile. And once “ETHEREAL” made its debut, with fellow members “Namie, Venus, ME.U, Sayuri, & (Y/N)," your smile became genuine.

From an idol group nobody knew about to one of the most well-known groups, both internationally and in Japan. You were unconditionally proud of what you’ve accomplished so far.

Hit after hit, countless awards, a huge fan base, a first world tour, music show performances, variety shows, several brand sponsors, and even acting opportunities.

It was incredibly overwhelming, considering you and your members were only celebrating its fourth anniversary a month ago.

But you were grateful for everything that has occurred in your life, and you always made sure to thank and interact with your fans in any way possible. If it weren’t for them, you would have spent countless of years running through an empty cave of dreams that wouldn’t have allowed you to reach the light.

So, throughout the years, you always had thought that if you’d performed with a smile, it would be a way to send a silent message to your beautiful fans; to let them know that you were thankful for everything and you were delighted to be given the opportunity to perform in front of them and become closer.

But within the beautiful facade of the idol life came the ugly reality of humanity's efforts in wiping that smile off your face for good.

And it worked

It started at the beginning of the year, during your group’s promotions for the 6th mini album. ETHEREAL was scheduled for several music show performances, along with a small portion of stand-alone concerts fans were ecstatic to attend since its announcement. Little did they know, a second world tour was in the works.

You thought you were hallucinating at first, given the lack of sleep and hours spent in the practice room instead. You thought that perhaps, the dreadful feeling of someone watching you was your mind playing tricks.

You thought the sudden anxiety in the back of your throat was an after-effect of working yourself too hard, perhaps the overuse of your quirk during practices.

It was unsettling.

However, as time went on, the unsettling feeling of being watched became prominent, especially during rides to music shows & concerts. During shopping spree’s with Miu and Sayuri. And while eating instant ramen and drinking milk tea with Namie and Venus.

And when you were alone, you felt like it was difficult to breathe. At every little corner, you felt the sharp eyes of a stranger glancing at your shaking figure, just watching you and the anxiety evident on your features.

But when you looked around your surroundings, the only thing your eyes met were people going on about their day and a few fans who approached you, asking for a selfie and if you were okay.

You were an idol; you knew it didn’t matter where you went. There would be at least one person to recognize you, whether that person was a fan, paparazzi, or someone that has seen your face before and is trying to figure out where.

However, this is entirely different.

This isn’t okay.

Even when you were alone in your own home, the feeling of being watched was still present, and you felt like the anxiety in your veins was eating you alive.

It was insufferable.

Because sure, you were aware that ETHEREAL had a few obsessive fans, and unfortunately, that’s something common within the industry as a whole. However, the thought that someone was excessively stalking you everywhere you went, including the place you called home, was difficult to believe.

Eventually, your members caught on to the anxious behavior you’d exhibit, and your manager and security got involved. Through your pleading wishes, security made sure to inspect every little nook and cranny in your apartment, leaving not one corner left untouched.

To also alleviate the stress of the situation, your members agreed to have their apartments checked for any secret cameras or anything that would indicate a stalker being present.

Nothing.

Nothing was found.

After the inspection, you thought you’d be ecstatic. It was a confirmation that there was no suspicious activity in your apartment, after all. But the feeling of being watched never stopped.

It only became worse from there on.

The minimal hours you had left to rest were spent wide awake at night, constantly checking your surroundings to ensure nobody was in your home.

Eventually, due to the lack of sleep and meals throughout the day, the exhaustion was catching up to your body. You weren’t able to practice like you used to, and it was evident to everyone and yourself that you weren’t putting your all into these recent performances.

Unfortunately for you, your most recent fancam stages had gone viral, and it became a hot topic of discussion.

y/nslovebot: oh no :( my bby!! You can tell that she’s been going through a lot recently. Hopefully, the company will give her a break

ethereangel: y’all see the way miu, venus, namie, and sayuri keep looking at y/n to make sure she’s okay 🥺🥺 they look so heartbroken; it’s obvious they all care for her 🥺

stanlumi: why tf is she an idol if she’s going to perform like that? a flop tbhhhh

dekusgf: I always love how she uses her quirk during performances, but I’ve noticed she hasn’t been using it as of late. I hope she’s alright

fairychii: I fucking hope she gets kicked out. she’s not talented, and she’s a fucking mess. stupid bitch

You had people on your side. But with everything going on, you could only focus on the negative. So, not only were you in a constant state of anxiety due to a stalker that might not even exist, but you were also receiving an overwhelming amount of hate because of the effects the “non-existent” stalker had on your mental health, which would reflect on your performances.

Eventually, your team recommended it was best to visit a therapist, at least for one visit. Meanwhile, your company also released a statement regarding your expected absence in the few upcoming stand-alone concerts and group activities.

Despite the protests and pleas, you knew deep down that this was for the best. You could take this opportunity to talk to someone about your situation and deal with the anxiety. The break may also do you good.

And for a while, it did.

You visited your therapist every Tuesday & Friday for a month. The sessions proved extremely helpful, and fortunately, for a while, you weren't experiencing an immense amount of anxiety, convincing yourself that the presence of a stalker was merely your mind playing tricks on you.

And although you weren’t able to participate in your group's schedule for a few weeks, you took this time to practice for ETHEREAL’s new, unexpected comeback. A second full-length album that would release in three weeks, and the announcement of a second world tour that would start in about two months.

You wanted to come back; you wanted to perform for your fans again. It's been a month, and with the support of your family, members, and company, you convinced yourself that it was time to return to the stage where you belong.

Once the first teaser for your group's title track was released, your company decided it was an appropriate time to announce the end of your hiatus to the public.

y/nslovebot: MY WIFE IS COMING BACK OMFGGGG SHE LOOKS SO GOOD IN THE TEASER I'M GONNA CREAM.

y/nslovebot: I MEANT SCREAM BUT SHIIIIIII- THAT TOO 🤭🤭🤭

ethereangel: i’m so happy y/n is coming back 🥺 namie and sayuri were literally so sad at their radio show interview cause she wasn’t there bUT SHE'S BACK 🥰

kei.watanabe: I’ll see you very soon. You’re all mine.

meplusu: listen y’all- ME.U has my heart forever and always- but y/n is looking a little too fine in that teaser 👀👀 ALSO THE WAY SHE AND VENUS ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER!?!?!

fairychii: I was hoping her hiatus would go on forever. I literally cannot stand her…

dekusgf: I’m gonna cryyy. I SAW DEKU BEATING UP A VILLIAN IN PERSON TODAY AND GOT AN AUTOGRAPH. AND NOW I FIND OUT THAT ETHEREAL IS HAVING A COMEBACK, A WORLD TOUR, AND Y/N IS RETURNING?!? LIFE IS GOOD ✨😫

The overall reaction from the public was overwhelmingly positive, and it eased your mind enough to focus on practicing with the rest of your group for the time remaining before the comeback stage and concert that was scheduled the day after.

You thought things were going great. Your members constantly made sure you were eating your meals and even slept over your apartment to make sure you were alright. Your manager and the rest of the staff took care of your needs, and you received an abundant amount of beautiful letters from fans expressing their love and wishing you well on your comeback.

It wasn’t until the day of the comeback stage that you realized something was wrong.

Something felt…off

The album and the title track was released the morning of, while ETHEREAL was scheduled to perform during the evening. And throughout the whole day, you couldn’t help but notice how anxious you felt, similar to how you felt for months thinking that you had a stalker.

This didn’t feel different though

It felt worse. And that’s what frightened you.

You couldn’t blame the staff or your members for not noticing; if anything, you were relieved they didn’t. The last thing you wanted was to worry anyone, especially on such an important day as a comeback.

You tried your best to ignore your sweaty and clammy hands, your irregular breathing pattern, and your heart that felt like it would jump out of your chest.

You felt your eyes water as small whimpers escaped your throat during the final practice before the comeback stage. You looked backstage in panic, cursing yourself for thinking of something so idiotic as someone following your every move.

It was already confirmed that there weren’t any strange or hidden devices at your apartment or anyone stalking you in your own home. And it didn’t make sense to come to that conclusion in public where most of the time, you were never alone. Plus, if there was truly a stalker, wouldn’t your other members feel the gaze of a stranger's eyes on them as well? It didn’t make sense. You couldn’t understand.

With a tremulous breath, you tried to pull yourself together before the performance. And luckily for you and your members, the comeback stage was a success.

It didn’t surprise you that Miu, Namie, Sayuri & Venus did flawlessly. You were unconditionally proud of the hard work they always brought to the table. But you couldn’t help but scold yourself for making a mistake with the footwork in the middle of the performance. You also accidentally used your quirk to grow red roses instead of the white ones that were planned; not to mention your shaky high note during the bridge.

Nevertheless, everyone seemed content with the outcome, and the only thing left to worry about for the time being was the concert scheduled for the next day.

The last thing you want to cause is disappointment towards the fans, your members, the staff, your manager, and your family. You didn’t want to carry the apprehension developed throughout the months. You just wished to be okay.

You remained silent about the sudden perturbation; Instead, deciding to call up your therapist for aid the morning of the concert. Although her words were powerful, thoughtful, and quite comforting, you didn’t let her know that the feeling remained the same even after the call.

You felt like you were crying wolf. At least, you wanted to think so. That would’ve been a preferred outcome.

As much as you’d like to ignore the feeling, some part of you was convinced that you weren’t going crazy, that your intuition was giving you a warning of something worse to come. It frightened you to no end.

But, no matter how dreadful you felt, you’d ignore the feeling. Because people were waiting on you, people worked too hard for this comeback, and you wanted to create a performance where you’d make those around you proud.

You’d perform with a smile, no matter how difficult it was.

However, there’s so much one could take.

In the end, you couldn’t help but wonder why.

The venue was beautiful. It was filled with adoring fans who cheered all of your names. As you performed, you couldn’t help but get emotional, glancing at every single person in the crowd. From those sitting in the upper levels of the venue all the way to those in the front.

It wounded your very soul to think about the events of that day.

The stage was where you belonged. The stage was your home.

The stage was yours.

And the reality that one single person took that all away from you caused your heart to break.

“(Y/N) from girl group: ETHEREAL suffers injuries after attempted kidnapping on stage.”

“ETHEREAL’S (Y/N) goes on hiatus after a traumatic event at a concert in Tokyo, Japan.”

“(Y/N) from ETHEREAL attacked on stage and almost kidnapped by an obsessed fan who escapes.”

“(Y/N)’s company issues a statement regarding her hospitalization after being attacked by a stalker.”

“Police cannot detect the whereabouts of the obsessive fan who tried attacking and kidnapping ETHEREAL’s (Y/N).”

#izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha #mha #my hero academia #deku #midoriya #izuku #deku x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x you #izuku midoriya x you #midoriya x you #izuku x you

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transskywardsword · 2 months

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Wanted to show some character interactions that got cut from the finished chapter! this was supposed to be after nayru and zelda talk in chapt. 20, but it didn't fit, so it got slashed. so enjoy some Ere and Zelda being friends and adorable together!

Zelda shivered in the Forgotten Temple's stale air. Her snowquil tunic was far too heavy to bother with in the slight chill, but she couldn't help the icy feeling in her gut. Outside, the gloom rain continued to fall.

"Are you... okay?"

Zelda didn't look away from the crumbling entrance of the Temple. Somewhere, deep, deep below, hidden behind the fallen statue of Hylia, Sayuri slumbered, finally at peace now that her instructions had been given, able to sleep eternally with her sister and niece. Hopefully, Rauru was at peace with his family as well, if Zonai were permitted into the Sacred Relm. Zelda wasn't sure about that, and frankly, at the moment she didn't care much as she sat, inches away from searing gloom, watching it drip from scarlet clouds onto the dusty ground of the canyon. If she squinted, she could pretend it was blood.

Blood like-- like--

Zelda squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the thought away. Link was fine. Link was a hundred thousand years in the past, but he was fine, and most certainly not a dragon with a sword sticking out of his head. Sayuri was a crazy old woman and Link was fine.

Ere took another hesitant step closer, shifting her wait awkwardly. "Wanna, uh, get away from the skin-fryin' rain?"

Zelda grunted.

"You're shaking. Just, come on back, alright?"

" 'M fine."

"... Okay."

Zelda knew she shouldn't turn her back on the (ex?) Yiga, but she was confident the sage's Vows would skewer Ere long, long before the woman managed to stick a demon carver in her back. Instead, the woman inched forwards and sat beside Zelda, a careful foot or so of space between them.

"What." Zelda grunted.

"You got any food in that fancy slate?"

"It's a pad. Not a slate. That one belongs to Link."

"Well that's good, right? Wherever he is, he's got his fancy slate."

"Nope. Broke it."

"B-- how do you break Sheikah tech? I don't know how much time you spent digging around that stuff, but as someone raised with it, it's pretty damn unbreakable."

"Diving accident. He hit a cliff."

"He. He what."

"Hit a cliff."

Ere blinked, then snorted, shaking her head. She was surprisingly expressive-- or maybe not so surprising, given she spent her life behind a mask.

"Do you-- excuse me for asking, but did you ever take the mask off?"

Ere cocked her head. "The Yiga mask?"

"Yeah."

"Of course. Those banana's gotta go somewhere."

"So that's real? You really eat all that?"

"Of course! Banana's are wonderful. Truly a blessing from above."

"You're gonna die of potassium poisoning."

"You just haven't had my fried bananas with candied cool safflina. Gives that perfect surge of power with a hint of cooling energy for a hot day."

"I'll admit, I've never really eaten banana."

"What!?" Ere grabbed her shoulder, and Zelda's hand was on the Master Sword's hilt in an instant.

"Shit!" Ere yelped, jerking back from the blade. "I'm sorry-- it was a friendship grab! I swear! Not a murder grab!"

Zelda didn't lower Fi, eyeing Ere's empty hands, raised in surrender. "Murder grab?"

"You know! A grab for murder!"

Zelda couldn't help it. Maybe it was the exhaustion of speaking with Nayru, or the information overload with Sayuri, or the nameless desperate emotion that had clung to her since she learned of dragonification, but instead of telling Ere off, Zelda laughed.

Ere looked at her like she'd grown a second head.

"I have--" Zelda choaked out between wheezes "A portable cooking pot, and some overripe bananas. Can you make me something?"

Ere grinned, holding out her hand for the pad. "Consider it done."

#pretending to be you

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kikithedreamerwriter · 10 months

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Welcome all! I’m Kiki, a fellow fanfic writer.

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My Leo OC: Sayuri Mizuno 「水の小百合」

MEET MY OC

OC!SAYURI X BAYVERSE!LEO HCS

My Raph OC: Asa De Leon

MEET MY OC

This is my first Tumblr blog, but I’ve been writing fanfiction for as long I can remember :) Until now, I never had the courage to publicize my work so I’m excited to take on the challenge of putting myself out there, joining a community, and allowing myself to interact with people of similar interests. The Blue Pages is a personal project inspired by Hamato Leonardo from the TMNT 2012 series and Leonardo from the 2014-2016 Bayverse Movies.

A few facts about me

I’m a nursing student.

I love anime (SNK, KNY, FMA, JJK, Studio Ghibli) and reading books (HP, PJO/HOO, Kiera Cass, Dan Brown, Kalil Gibran, Mitch Albom, Khaled Hosseini)

I’m learning Japanese.

🄰🅂🄺 🄶🅄🄸🄳🄴🄻🄸🄽🄴🅂

I mainly write for Leonardo from either the 2012 series or the Bayverse movies in 2014-2016. But I can accommodate other turtles too, (1) given that they are also either from the 2012 series or Bayverse movies and (2) depending on the ask. My turtles are often aged up, 18 or older.

I will write angst and fluff. Sometimes, my writings have suggestive themes (NSFW), but not anything explicit. I will not write smut.

I am only comfortable writing for female OCs.

I accept requests for one-shots, HCs, and reader inserts.

I am in my right to decline asks that I deem inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to write.

I do not accept anonymous asks for security and safety reasons. If you do not want your blog name to be mentioned in your ask, let me know via message. Your privacy is respected in this blog.

The Blue Pages is purely for my own enjoyment, therefore it is not my top priority. Waiting times for asks will vary. I humbly ask for your patience.

Let me know if you want to be tagged in my future posts.

Hate is not tolerated on this blog. It is in your liberty to unfollow it.

Message me for any more questions!

#tmnt fandom #tmnt leonardo #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt oc #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donnie #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt mikey

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scarletflags · 2 years

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( !! ) 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 / @calefactions

the fire lord is arriving, my lady, said a servant girl. sayuri nodded. a small smile of thanks passed her face, frustration quick to take its place as she tried to pull a ruby red leather glove over her right hand. still, the fingers of her left could barely move, and so she struggled to tug the glove all the way to her wrist. pushing the diamantée cluster closure into its loop proved impossible. sayuri gave up and held her hand out for the servant girl to finish wearing the blasted thing for her.

with one ordeal over, she moved on to the next. sayuri walked out to the gates, flanked by two maids, to greet the man who'd given her the missive. hands folded in front of her, right cradling left. only when she stepped out of the front door, the smell of brush and brimstone everywhere, did she realize she had been holding her breath. thick wooden gates groaned open, but sayuri couldn't hear anything over the sound of her forcing herself to breathe out. she sucked in another breath, as if she had sighted storm clouds gathering, and now steeled herself for their coming.

she wondered if the spirits felt a qualm of conscience for handing her over so kindlessly to tragedy's tender mercies.

sure as summer rain, he came. sayuri bowed, and she meant to say something, but her tongue stilled and her breath stopped. she looked up at him, and it was like staring straight into the sun. sayuri dropped her gaze, smiling politely. "this way," she spoke softly, turning and heading to the dinner that she'd had set up in the garden. she preferred to stay outside. inside was unbearably stuffy; besides, she already struggled to breathe. the hour of the hawk circled, the beating of its wings bringing with it a breeze; still, she struggled to breathe. sayuri led chaeseong to a wide arched doorway that opened into the garden. there waited a table, with two seats on opposite ends. a small feast far too much for two people—an ordinary dinner scattered with some of his favorite things. she meant to take her seat, but the hoarse screaming of a hawk came, sounding nearby. it sent a chill up her arms and made her look up. without her notice, sayuri lingered awkwardly in the doorway.

#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / interaction )#𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖗 · ( sayuri / chaeseong )#lmk if you want smt changed!

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yusuke-of-valla · 2 months

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thinking about the yoshizawas spoiling the twins to try to make up for the feelings of guilt about not being able to do anything for the other berries.

also they'd probably try to convince yusuke to move in with them after madarame is dealt with, wouldn't they.

I have not actually decided what the Madarame Situation is and whether it's a Shadow Ops thing because Shido is banning them from actually investigating or if Yusuke just is trying to avoid it all and manages to stumble into it because that's the Arisato Luck(TM)

Either way the Yoshizawas don't know any of this so just hear his art teacher confess to being abusive and stealing Sayuris artwork so they DO NOT take no for an answer, sorry Yusuke you will have to Interact with your Family

#wait what was the family tree for the Yoshizawas #cousin? maybe they were cousins #anyway #berry blast brigade

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wind-becomes-lightning · 1 year

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we looked like giants.

Hello my friends and followers, today I offer you the OC fic I have been holding back for one and a half years and rewritten at least five times. I am very protective and vunerable about this here, which is one of the reasons I have been holding it back for so long. I am still very nervous about sharing, so please have mercy with me. You don't have to read this if you don't like.

I made Sayuri when I was 16 in early 2009. Back then we could only speculate who Tobi was (tho Obito was a strong contender), so the similarities in their stories is just coincidental! I did not know Obito was still alive, I did not know he was in Kiri for a long time too. I guess it worked out in the end, but it was surely not intentional.

Thank you to @lemony-snickers for beta reading.

Sayuri looks like this.

Hatake Kakashi x OC

Rated E (eventual smut)

6786 words.

On the cusp of an all out war between the big villages and the Akatsuki Uchiha Sayuri suddenly returns to her hometown of Konoha after over ten years of absence. Her return throws Kakashis life out of order. Or- If Hatake Kakashi had a ryo for everytime a childhood friend he thought was dead came back to life he would have two ryo, which isn't much, but it is weird that it happened twice.

homecoming.

"It's no use trying to sneak up on me, I've already noticed you," the boy said, throwing a shuriken up in the air that he had just picked up from the ground. He shook himself, feeling a sense of unease creep up the back of his neck. He was just out here training and wasn't really up to dealing with bothersome things. Especially since this wasn't the first time he was forced to. The boy did not like other people very much, he did not feel comfortable with other people. Other people stared at him, they talked and whispered about him and worst of all, they did not understand him, not in a way he wanted to be understood. This included his two teammates, who, though important to him, would never deeply get him. Though he liked them fine, Rin more so than Obito, and tried to work with them as well as he possibly could, he still preferred to work on his own, without having to interact with others. Unfortunately for him, shinobi weren't meant to work alone, not if one was trying to adhere to the rules. So personal contact, interpersonal relationships and occasional talks with others were inevitable. Which was a total annoyance. A girl, black hair, two braids down on either sides of her face stepped out from behind an especially large oak tree that was to the right of the training ground he was currently on.

[...]

The sun blinded her when she stepped out of the shadows of the forest. She was still not used to it shining at all times of the day, warm and especially so bright, bathing the surrounding area in a friendly and welcoming light. Too many years had passed in which she had gotten used to the mist and rain that was brought by ocean waves and wind. Not that there wasn't any sun in Kirigakure, but it wasn't strong like here. Though, Sunagakure's sun was much stronger than this one, she supposed. She had rarely been there for long. Sayuri hesitated just at the edge of the forest, her eyes wandering over the low grass to the Great Gates right in front of her. It had been a long time since she had seen the entrance to the Hidden Leaf village outside of videos or pictures. Only one moment, years ago, had she come close enough to cast an eye upon it. Still, she could not deny the familiarity of the scenery. She recalled many moments as a child when she had run through this place, to go training, to go play, to go on a mission or just to run away from her father. Sayuri was a very different person back then. Someone who had a father and something of a brother. Both were dead now.

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