moon 9 part 2
The funeral poem:
“We held her body two in two
As we carried her to sleep
We whispered him our prayers
And all the words we should have said
Then she went away to meet our brothers, our mothers and our fathers
All the hundreds left behind
And again we told ourselves,
‘At least I still have you.’
‘Only you.’
‘Always, only, you.’”
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─ ✰ BREWING AFFECTION.
✧˚ · . NAGI SEISHIRO loves sleeping, soccer, and gaming. he also doesn’t mind you coffee too.
— warnings: coffee shop! au, fluff, crackfic, reo hating on readers barista skills, downbad nagi (hes oblivious af), maybe ooc?
— author’s note: NOT TUMBLR BUTCHERING THE QUALITY OF MY HEADER. THIS IS NOT OK.
"…so… this was the coffee shop you were talking about?” reo probes nagi tentatively, face crinkled in slight confusion. the small café nestled in the hidden corner of some obscure street— nothing extravagant, and certainly not what he expected. it’s a quiet sanction, only a few patrons savoring the quiet ambience of the modest establishment.
"mhm," nagi hums in affirmation. his eyes are glued to his screen, fingers violently tapping his phone as he skillfully maneuvers through the critical attack from the boss battle. reo doubts he was listening to a word he was saying. he raises his eyebrows skeptically, surveying the surroundings of the quaint little shop. he’s well aware nagi sacrifices fifteen whole minutes of his precious sleep on wednesdays and saturdays to walk all the way here— there must, has to be something special about this place. yet all he can spot are a couple of worn-down couches, cute decorations, and the smell of grinding beans in the air; nothing particularly stands out.
'is the coffee just that good?' reo wonders to himself, his thoughts interrupted when you hastily set a tray down at their table. your hair is tied in a messy bun, name tag displayed largely at the side of your stained apron. "i'm so sorry— morning rush! two triple foam lattes, half a shot of espresso with a dash of cinnamon, right?" the words tumble out, an apology and a question all in one, accompanied by a warm aura that absolutely nobody else in customer service seemed to carry.
…that’s… not…. even close… he deadpans. “um, actually—” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by nagi cutting him off. “t’s good. thanks.” he mutters, hazy half-lidded grey eyes boring into your oblivious, starry-eyed ones. the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit pink as he blows a tuft of his hair out of his eyes. his phone is completely discarded, ‘GAME OVER.’ pixelated largely on his screen as reo’s eyes widen slightly. …did he… die on purpose? no way. but… he was just about to beat the whole game…?
you smile giddily. finally, you got an order right!! “really? i’m so glad! enjoy your drink!” you eagerly exclaim as you walk away, feeling encouraged to pump out the other orders.
“…we ordered two large macchiatos.” nagi shrugs lazily, fiddling with the plastic straw in his drink. “tastes the same. ‘t’s too much of a hassle to correct them.”
“whatever,” reo sighs, “we’ve been waiting thirty minutes for this— it better make my mouth orgasm.” thirstily taking a huge slurp of the drink, he lets the coffee settle for a moment before not so subtly gagging at the aftertaste. how can someone possibly screw up this badly? it tastes like… tepid brown water. this should be a war crime. no offense, but who thought it was a good idea to hire you? “uhm… it’s *retches* certainly an acquired flavour…” he represses another gag as the fluffy white haired male tunes him out once again.
as reo contemplates the questionable quality of his latte, nagi remains blissfully unaware of his own feelings, doing what he does every wednesday and saturday morning— unconsciously admire you from a distance, his attention shifting from reo to you. his fingers idly trace the ridges on the rim of the cup, distractedly watching as you struggle to get the coffee to start brewing.
and he can’t exactly understand why his heart is beating out of his chest (perhaps he’s having a stroke), why his face is tinted red (is it the cold nipping at his cheeks?), or why he only seems to want coffee when you’re there (it simply tastes different). it all doesn’t make sense to nagi’s simple little life, a simple repetition every day; sleep, soccer, game.
nagi seishiro finds the easiest of tasks to be a hassle. yet for some strange reason, waking up early on wednesdays and saturdays isn’t one of them.
©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.
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So…
I finally got the motivation to draw something, and though the results may not exactly be what I had in mind, I'm still proud of myself for finishing it :D
¤ It was a pain, absolute pain I promise you to draw Soundwave’s body. While using the sketches from TFP art of prime as a base to try and figure out his shapes, I failed to do exactly that. My internal monologue consisted of: “For the love of God, what even is that-?”, “Wait, is this part of laserbeak?” and “Soundwave is most definitely superior - I surrender.”
This piece is for an excerpt by @novafire-is-thinking that's been quietly driving me mad ever since I read it, so I did something about it [read: A tiny section of my brain is always thinking of it, and Nova's Constellations of Cybertron AU, at all times. Also, I realized too late that Soundwave’s visor could have been off for better effect but the chicken was not going to butcher itself.]
Click on the image for better quality cause Tumblr will kill it, I assure you.
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Red and Blue from “This is how you lose the time war”. This has been sitting with my unfinished works for a *while* but I decided to finally finish it. It’s a really great sapphic novella and I think everyone with a fondness for pretty language should absolutely give it a read!
Also oh my god please click for quality, tumblr absolutely fucking butchers it
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Been absolutely burn out when it comes to drawing lately, but i hunger for the act of creation so i made a Rain World timeline of shorts really quickly with all my headcanons + ocs
Tumblr will probably completely butcher the quality of these, and i wasn't exactly thinking of how they would display heree when i made them, so if you wanna actually read em i recommend opening the images in a new tab
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Llámame padre, porque he vuelto con la leche.
In other news, finally got to see hazbin hotel while I was away and unwell. The brainrot got me, so I will have drawings of that up soon. Planning to draw each character at least once, too.
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Hidden text?
I’ve been going insane over this for months... I don't think I've ever seen any meta posts talking about this, but if there are, feel free to link them!
So. If you look carefully at the end credits, there seems to be some sort of hidden text there in the grain filter. I'll add a couple of screenshots though tumblr will absolutely butcher the quality, so I encourage you to check the credits if you have access to them. Here's the original and one with added brightness:
See what I'm talking about?
More under the cut
I know this is most likely nothing. That grainy filter has a lot of little details that appear to be letters or even doodles, and our brains love to find patterns. However, this text-looking line does seem a bit weird. I don't know... something about its placement there in the middle. There’s also something that looks like an “x” right below it. As the credits roll, the entire filter moves upwards. This is how it looks near the end:
I have spent a LOT of time trying to decipher what it says but it’s too pixelated. I tried rotating the image and even mirroring it. English is not my first language, so there’s also that.
Again, this is most likely nothing lol. But I just wanted to know what you folks think!
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