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live-laugh-love-aziraphale · 2 years

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reveal your watch and rewatch drama list

(Thank you @braceletofteeth 👏👏)

currently watching

Vincenzo- it's,,, it's a show for sure. Joking, I joke. I like it a lot, not gonna lie. BUT I'm lost? But I'm not? I don't know...

The Devil Judge- this has been on my currently watching for about,,, 3 months 💀 I keep starting and stopping it. I just started it again 💀

Under the Skin- cool?? as fuck?? It was on pause for a little so I could finish another show BUT Shen Yi is one funky little artist

Ghost Doctor- I've discovered a new love for Medical dramas. I've kinda put it on pause? Don't really know why... also love Rain but that's a different story

Mysterious Class- does this count??? I mean so far there's 8 episodes and they're all about 20 minutes so... It is. Anyway it's like a... self-made?? show?? from Treasure.

Cherry Blossoms After Winter- it's,,, it's such a change from these other shows that it threw me off...this is a cute ass show though 😩

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Semantic Error- I get so unexplainably happy when I watch this. ALSO Romantic Devil is a good ass song

Cherry Magic- everytime I watch this a part of me gets a little happier 🌸💕

The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty- a wonderful show. A beautiful show. A show worth every single second of watch time. I fucking live and breathe this show. Why don't I talk about it more 🥲

Beyond Evil- an absolute must. no explanation needed

Strangers from Hell- I'm determined to suck my sister into the void that is this show. And it's working,,, it helps that she adores Lee Dong Wook.

My Love Mix-Up- 👹 I love this show 👹 it's always the fucking Japanese shows that unlock some kind of emotion in me. Whether it's positive or negative all depends. Also,, I've seen some Aoki slander?? And I'm ready to fight 👊

Our Flag Means Death- again,, determined to make my sister watch this with me. and she is. I've also rewatched on my own like,,, 4 or 5 times 🦶

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It's,,, it's a little concerning how long this list should be

Winter Begonia- originally I clicked on it because Tan Jian Ci was in it. BUT THEN,,, I saw the trailer and some photos and holy shit??? It's so beautiful??? my god??

Kill Heel- I'm gay, next question. Kidding! Kidding! Mostly. I've actually been waiting for this to come out for a while and since it's finally coming out... I'm excited.

Antique- Kim Jae Wook~ I've seen a surprising amount of stuff about this so... I'm watching it... Soon hopefully 👉👈

Killing Eve- I'm not sure if it's that I have a huge crush on Sandra Oh or the determination of villaneve supporters that caught my attention

What Did You Eat Yesterday- I'm extremely pissed that I can't find somewhere to watch this. I've checked Netflix where it 👏SAID 👏IT 👏SHOULD 👏BE 👏 I'm just jakdlflh

Psychopath Diary- ... I've watched the first episode and then just... Stopped 💀 I need to find a way to get my head into watching it fully

Seo Bok- I'm so violently ready to sit down and watch this. I need to find time. "I need to find time," they say as they have plenty of time

Alice in Borderland- am I excited to watch this or absolutely terrified? I'll never know 💕

Ocean Likes Me- 👹HOLLAND👹 Also, what??? is with??? k-dramas and chefs???? There's so many lately 👊💀

The Killer's Shopping List- I don't know 💀 the name was funny to me

Coffee Prince- Gong Yoo and Kim Jae Wook in the same show? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP

I'm gonna stop here cause this list is long as fuck–

Tagging @loveforseo @hanjuwonsupporter I'm sorry I don't know who to tag 💀

#my watchlist really is long as fuck #i have a notes file in my phone because I startes to forget certain shows 💀#do i need to tag all the shows 💀#I'll tag the ones I've watched #beyond evil #strangers from hell #hell is other people #semantic error #cherry magic! thirty years of virginity can make you a wizard?!#the sleuth of the ming dynasty #vanishing my first love #my love mix up #our flag means death #kdrama #jdrama

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csmeaner · 2 years

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Design shitting: Dead species

So, we bring you Lythani, a themed species. They’re hella dead and all on-base except a rare handful of MYOs(they did MYOs exactly once)

Patriotism, amirite? https://toyhou.se/1564633.american-flag

what the FUCK is going on with it. the stupid fucking hat with the single sparkler. the american flag next to it as if it isn’t fucking obvious. the stars and stripes don’t even match up well and why the hell are there eagle feathers on its head and ass. a thought out design this was not

Someone only experienced the middle east via Disney. https://toyhou.se/3244944.arabian-nights

it looks like malnourished mufasa in see-through curtains that aren’t even attached in any considerate or practical way. cool some spots and random stripes sprinkles on the ass and a truly pitiful amount of beads in the hair i didn’t notice them at first. truly chickensmoothie-style

Weeb. Nouf said. https://toyhou.se/1430926.asia-japanese-nights

look at the theme. look at it. is asia and japan really that interchangeable i guess every asian just acts like japan am i right. what’s japan got anyways? cherry blossoms, rock gardens, and paper lanterns? almost insulted they didn’t add a fucking kitsune for ultimate stereotyping. the fuck material is the body even supposed to be why are there fucking windows on the legs. a 12 yr old made this

Is that a turd on its back? https://toyhou.se/1497763.fluffy-strawberry-cupcake

just a pile of shit on it. look at the absolutely pathetic amount of sprinkles in its fur too fucking like three in its damn hair and legs holy shit did you just decide adding more was too much work for your gelatin hands. along with some strawberry growth on the side of its nose and wings attached to the fucking hips for optimal flight. i didn’t pay for this but i want my money back

#submission #Lythani #design shitting

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2oppositesidesof1coin · 3 years

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Me: Pride Parades and Celebrations aren’t really a Queer space anymore because now its just corporations realizing the they can cash in and get the Gays to spend their rainbow bucks.

Also Me: This “Love Wins” candle and body spray from Bath and Body Works ls one of new favorite scents. Like it's such a mature scent; it doesn't have that awful reminder of Warm Vanilla Sugar that every girl in middle school loved ya know? Funny enough thats the scent that made me realize I was gay. Anyways...

#I'm only half joking #Like I dont how to explain it but girls smelling like Warm Vanilla Sugar or Cucumber Melon #Or holy shit Japanese Cherry Blossom #drove me nuts #Like I liked the scent to #but I noticed how pretty girls when I would smell when they would walk by and I was like #wow #weird #but I definitely liked boys #uhh #anyway

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amixedwitch · 2 years

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meet cute: my favorite perfume is anything scented with japanese cherry blossom. (i think the only reason i started is because it's colored pink and i'm the "girly" one between me and my sis, so i always got pink stuff as gifts, including perfume. 😂)

HOLY SHIT I WENT THROUGH A MASSIVE CHERRY BLOSSOM PHASE IN MY TEENS (this unlocked a bunch of memories for me)

I love having cherry blossom scented shower gel, cherry blossom scented perfume (especially that one from the body shop), and lotion!

and i loooove pink!

#tumblr and chill #coralie's sleepover

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youjustwaitsunshine · 3 years

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Seb helmets: country specific edition

Japan 2019/China 2018/Japan 2016: i am at war with the "suzuka" on top of the japan 2019 helmet but i immensely enjoy the lil ninja that is featured on many of the japanese helmets. The smokey/burned design on the china helmet? A BEAUT. i love it a lot.

Styria 2020: are you a topographical map of styria on sebastian vettels helmet because i am so fucking in love with you holy shit it's so beautiful and distinguished and intellectual and i love it especially the lil blue holo bit.

Japan 2017: handpainted. beautiful. back at it with the number five on top. lil ninja is there. SUCH a beautiful helmet.

Monaco 2016: that leather look does something to me. Extremely beautiful, i might weep. daniil kvyats mugello? helmet reminded me of this and i love jens munser for using this again because ITS SO BEAUTIFUL

Monaco 2017: seb had a beautiful win in this one, please note the "five" on top because i am so in love with it. also noteworthy are the powder coated ferrari logo screws because hmmmmgh detailing so sexy and the number five classic race car and for once the font isnt ugly and-

Japan 2017: another hand drawn helmet and oh god is she amazing that helmet has so much character and expression and ugh it's very close to absolute perfection

Mexico 2015: this one isn't really country specific but it belongs here because of its exquisite vibes. ferrari history, hand drawn in pencil. this is so beautiful i can not. kudos to who ever drew all that for not smudging the pencil i could never.

Brazil 2013: vibes of a 2020 racing point poster. i love it, very exciting, very lively.

Japan 2013: a dream in cherry blossom. bordering on overbearing but that's just what red bull seb was all about, red bull sebs helmets were like a early teens one direction shrine poster wall and i think thats very sexy of him

USA 2012: im actually not a massive fan of these weird texture prints but this one is so funny to me because SV: Texas Ranger please that mental image i am not okay

little addition: sebs mugello helmet should be here too but theres no good photos on the sebsite so please imagine it instead

back to masterpost

#sebastian vettel #formula 1 #f1 #sebs helmets #long post #insert longingly thinking about being a helmet painter here

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justbtsstuffsforfun · 5 years

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Heartbeat

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (f)

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Just a cheesy moment between you and Namjoon in the karaoke room!

“Okay! There’s no turning back now.” You take in a deep breath, before walking towards Room 12. Though quite famous for its playlist, the corridor of this karaoke center seemed murky and dull. Probably due to the simple white-washed walls and white lights. Nevertheless, you keep walking through sound-proofed rooms till you reach yours, the one in the far left, right beside the stairs. You quickly turn the knob and walk inside.

“Not bad,” you murmur to yourself, staring at the small, yet cozy-looking room in front of you. Being brought up in a rich family in America has raised your expectations and spoilt you for sure. On further inspection, you quickly spot the gold mic Yuki keeps talking about. Yuki is your best friend, your former roommate and, Jimin’s wife.

Out of everyone in the whole world, Yuki’s eyes land up on your boyfriend’s best friend. That too in a surprise birthday party you had arranged for Namjoon. What’s even more surprising is the fact that she and Jimin somehow spend more time than the two of you do, and even got married before you did.

And speaking of Namjoon, you doubt he would even make it to the date this month. Firstly, extra time as the leader. Extra dance practice as it takes time for him to adjust to the beats. Extra studio hours since he’s involved in the composition of all the new songs. And finally, stupid, extra time with all the managers, since they’re promoting in America. And he’s the only one who’s fluent in English. Video calls, although convenient, doesn’t make anything better since…it’s a video call. A small reminder that he’s far away from you. You can’t watch movies together, cuddle under the soft teddy blanket, make out in the rain- gods! You don’t get to go on real dates?! It’s a miracle (and love, of course) that your relationship has been steady for eight years.

You quickly switch on the Karaoke box and start shuffling through the playlist searching for something soothing and peaceful. Some English, some Korean and most Japanese. “Aha!” you exclaim in excitement after spotting your favorite song, Heartbeat. Yep, others might think it’s not one of their best, but you can’t seem to walk away from the idea of fate and destiny. Namjoon and you together? Destiny.

You quickly press the play button and pick up the mic lying on the sofa. The soft beats begin, trying its best to calm your racing heart. Though all alone, you’re still nervous. What if someone walks in? What if your voice is way too hoarse? What if people in the other rooms start laughing listening to you?

Before you have time to collect and prepare yourself, the song greets you with Taehyung’s part: “It leaves me feeling seasick…”

“Baby…” you continued singing watching the English subtitles for reference. Crap, you sound so pathetic. But, being your favorite, you continue.

“It spins me around and drives me crazy, hannaje tteun dal gateun nainga bwa..”

You could sense your voice wavering when you sing. Nope, not because you’re nervous, but because how much you relate to those lyrics.

There wasn’t a single night when you haven’t thought about your relationship with Namjoon. The way you hid from Saesangs when the two of you met at the library in Osaka. The way he poured the Americano on your shirt (you still thank god that it was cold!) during your second encounter in Seoul. How the two of you met for the third time under the cherry blossoms a few weeks later in Tokyo. That’s when you believed that you would meet each other once again. You still remembered Joon’s expression that evening under those pink flowers. Probably the moment when two rationalists started believing in fate.

“And every time our heart, beats, bal matchwobwa dashi…”

‘What if the two of you meet again today?’ you wondered, enjoying the cheesy, pathetic idea like a kid while singing Jungkook’s part ‘I’m feeling the destiny in me.’

“When you hear my heartbeat baby, you give new life you give me new birth…” A deep voice harmonizes with you. You instantly turn back and cover your mouth in shock. Namjoon smirks, giving you a quick thumbs up whilst singing-rapping his part perfectly as ever. He points at you when he says the word ‘universe’ making you blush miserably.

“Korean is hard to pronounce.” You reply, closing the gap between the two of you. In a matter of seconds, Namjoon’s hand have already claimed your waist. He gently pushes you down on the sofa and connects his lips with yours.

“You know how much I missed your soft lips?” he asked, pulling you closer. He rests his head on your shoulder, his hand busy caressing your cheeks. You merely lie on his shoulder, one hand playing around with his hair, while the other holding the mic.

“You made me miss Hoseok and Yoongi’s part.” You pout. “My bias and bias wrecker.”

“Aww…then what am I?” Namjoon playfully asks his heart-eyes staring at his one and only.

What do you think you are?” you asked, mouthing the word “Destiny”.

Namjoon smiled. He knows that word quite too well. Destiny was a huge part of his life, even before you made an appearance in it. Every time someone mentions the word, he could hear Seokjin laughing, smile at Yoongi’s gummy smile and Hoseok happy claps, enjoy Jimin’s hug, Taehyung’s boxy smile and Jungkook’s shy one. 7 of them from different walks. Every single moment with them was a part of his destiny. And he couldn’t be happier.

“My hearts on fire for your love…” Namjoon sings his dimples on full display.

“My hearts on fire for your love” you sing back, staring at him. “I thought you weren’t going to make it this time too.” You replied, turning your gaze towards his owl hoodie. “I missed you. A lot.”

“I’m sorry, I missed it last year.” He replies, slowly breathing into your neck. “I would never do that again. I tried calling you multiple times today on your phone and- “

“Holy shit!” you quickly get up and search all around the sofa. “My phone is missing! Oh My God, how can I be so irresponsible! I thought it was just- “

“Y/N, relax.” Namjoon pulls you back into his arms.

“How can I be when- wait, how did you…get it?” you ask, quickly taking the phone from his hand.

“You left it at home, silly.” Joon gently smacks you on the head. “Yuki told me that you were in here. So, I went home, picked your phone up and came right here.”

“Oh…Thank you, Joonie!”

Joon just chuckles. The two of you just sit silently, enjoying each other’s presence. Namjoon just stared at the ceiling, his hand never losing hold of yours. You, simply stare at Joon and his perfect features, thinking about going to the beach together.

“Do you have any plans for today? How about the beach? Or an art museum?”

“Hmm…” Namjoon sighs. “How about something better than that.”

“Something better?” you ask, eyeing him curiously.

“Yeah, like becoming my fiancé?” Namjoon turns to you, clumsily pulling out the box. You, being way too shocked stare at him dumbfounded.

“Um…hello?” Namjoon shakes his hand in front of your eyes, hoping for a better reaction.

“Don’t you want to be Mrs. Kim?”

“Joon…I…” your voice begins to choke, as soon as your brain starts collecting itself together.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to Y/N, I-“

“WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?! Yes Yes YES! I would love to be Mrs. Kim!” You jump on him, laughing in excitement and relief. “I love you Joon!”

“I love you too.” Namjoon giggled like a cute little kid. “I thought you were about to cry.”

“Oh, I was going to. But that would be so cliché so…nope!”

“You are so weird.” Joon laughs and immediately starts attacking you with kisses.

The two of you laugh and proceed to have fun by tickling each other. After becoming completely exhausted, Joon quickly pulls you up and makes you sit on him.

“How about we go crab hunting tomorrow morning?” You asked, bopping his nose with your finger. “Anything with you is fun. But first,” Joon took a hold of your left hand. He quickly opened the navy-blue box that he had kept aside on the table, revealing the beautiful sapphire ring. He slowly picks it up and inserts it into your ring finger.

“Happy nine years, my love.” He replied, leaning his head on yours.

“Happy forever, my love.” The two of you gave a knowing smile, before your lips locked together.

#bts #kim namjoon #heartbeat #joon #cute namjoon #bts fanfic #namjoon fluff #namjoon fanfic #happy birthday namjoon!#justbtsstuffsforfun #rap monter #bts fluff #rm #rm fanfic #namjoon singing #bts namjoon #RM fluff #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan

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universalchaos-pf · 5 years

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Unitary Age: Visiting Tourists

2110

The cherry blossoms are already in their late blooms, yet the mid-May breeze is still pleasantly warm, without any trace of the upcoming rainy days. The Golden Week just passed, people are still with high spirits, especially tourists.

Especially tourists.

"Which one? Which one?" A guy with ivory hair excitedly squealed in Japanese, leaning closer to the small girl beside him.

The smell of tea leaves are prominent in the living room of a rather traditional Japanese house, the three occupants of the room are comfortably seated on the Horigotatsu, at least the two of them, since the one across them seems to not be having the best time of their life.

"Wisteria viewing? Yeah, it's good and all but aside from taking pictures and aesthetic purposes, it's boring. Beside, have you seen the entrance fees to those gardens? Just to see flowers? It's that high? That's ridiculous, definitely not something worth my money." The tiny girl with soft daffodil hair tied into double buns, hastily spoke, her Japanese less fluent than the former guy. Her gold eyes focused solely on her smartphone, as she continuously scrolls through countless article of 'Japan Travel Guide in May' articles.

They are surrounded by a serene scenery, with the antiquity of the traditional house and the open engawa veranda, giving them full view of the charming garden outside. It contrasts so much with the current atmosphere of the group, which is a mixture of heavy silence and constant tapping.

"Oh, what a waste though." The man with ivory hair sighed, before fixing his round-rimmed glasses, shielding most of the natural light in his mauve eyes. "Well, if Xianggang doesn't want to, that's fine. But! We still have to find a place with high aesthetic value, alright? I need more content for my next zine!"

"Yes, yes. Low cost, high aesthetic value, searching." The girl nodded, unbothered by the sudden mixture of a mandarin word in a Japanese sentence, the man across her seems to have different reaction though.

"Honkon-chan, Kameido Tenjin is—"

"—I didn't ask for your opinion." It's the first time the man with messy pitch black hair spoke for the long duration of their meeting, yet he was instantly shut down the moment he opened his mouth. Hong Kong shrugged, when the man beside her frowned directly at her.

Noticing the black haired man's sudden change in expression—he's trembling, is he gripping his Katana now? Oh god, oh no—Hong Kong coughed, as entertaining it is, she'd rather not deal with something like this now.

"Okay, alright, speak."

The black headed man cleared his throat, releasing his hold on the katana beside him. "Kameido Tenjin is actually free, no fees or anything, just a free visit."

The shock—and absolute ecstasy—on Hong Kong's face was... shocking for the man himself. Who gets off with just the idea of something free!?

"Holy shit." Hong Kong broke in English, completely abandoning the Japanese language. "Are you kidding me? I thought it was a scam??? Taiwan, are you hearing this?! That's like really, really free?? As in, no additional fees or whatever, even bathroom fees??? Oh my goodness, I can't believe this, is this really the Japan I know and hate?"

Taiwan, the man with glasses, let out a small laugh. Unlike his companion, he proceeds to use the Japanese language, with due respect to the host nation before him. "I mean that's amazing and all, but I thought that place was... umm...removed? Was it reconstructed?"

_"Removed?! Reconstructed?! Destroyed?!" _The tiny Chinese girl screeched, abruptly switching language to Cantonese, "it's a scam after all, you bastard!!!"

Japan winced, holding his hands up in defense. "N-no, Honkon-chan! It was reconstructed by Kaeru-san! It's definitely not a scam, please believe in me!"

That only made Hong Kong redder in anger, "Haaaah?!!!!"

Japan and Taiwan collectively flinched.

_"Reconstructed. By. Cae?!" _Hong Kong screeched, syllable by syllable. "Are you kidding me? When did you have that privilege?! You asshole!!"

Taiwan have to step in, just to control the girl's rage. "Calm down, Xianggang! Almost all of your landmarks have been reconstructed too right? There's no need to get bothered over this... Don't kill us, okay? Well, you won't kill me, but Nihon, let's not hurt him, please?"

_"But!" _Hong Kong barked. "Ughh, fine whatever! I guess I can just do something about this on another time... economic downfall.. Heh."

The last part of Hong Kong's statement was whispered, and Japan felt something sinister about it. "D-did you say something, Honkon-chan?"

Taiwan trying to pretend that he didn't hear anything, obviously averted his gaze away from Japan.

"Nope, nothing at all, Yahtbun-gege." The girl nonchalantly switched back to Japanese, although that's not what shocked Japan to his core.

_"Yahtbun-gege...?" _Japan is flushed, all the way to his ears down to his neck. Processing the molten bite in Hong Kong's voice when she addressed him seems to be an impossible job for his melted brain.

Hong Kong quickly gulped down the forgotten cold tea before standing up. "Let's go, Taiwann_n_..."

That seemed to wake up Japan from his trance state. "Eh? Where are you heading to?"

Hong Kong gave Taiwan a look, and the man chuckled nervously. "Uhh... Heading back to our hotel?"

"What?!" Japan spluttered, completely breaking composure. "What do you mean-hotel-no-! Why?? I thought you're staying here? No, no, no! You're not going back to hotel! Why did you book in the first place?!"

"We never said that we're staying here, though. Right, Taiwaaan?" Hong Kong winked at her companion, maintaining her poker face. "Beside, since you confirmed that the wisteria place is free, then I'm planning to head there after dropping by to our hotel."

"No!!" Japan is already hyperventilating.

"Aaand Taiwan promised me a date so—"

"—D-d-date?!—" The Japanese is on the brink of absolute madness.

"—friendly date, so there's that." Hong Kong shrugged.

"Wait, first off—" Japan inhaled deeply. "—Taiwan, you told me that you'd be staying here. We're going to be discussion future economic codependency, right? You didn't even mentioned beforehand that you'll be bringing Li-chan with you!! You can't just leave! You'll leave your brother behind? And you're not allowed to go on a date with Li-chan, do you want me to die? I'd die a horrible death, more horrific than committing seppuku—and I'm so prepared to do that now!— Wait, wait, wait-don't, don't tell me you're sharing room?!! S-surely you're not? You—! Gaaaaah!!!!!"

Japan screamed in pure terror, he fell on his knees ready to plunge his Katana in his stomach—when did he reached for that?—and if it wasn't for Taiwan's lightspeed and iron grip on Japan's hands, guts would've spilled on the floor.

"S-Sei-nii! Calm down! I'm not sharing a room with Lin, though we are still going on a date!" Taiwan screamed the last part in Mandarin, a wide grin on his face. Yes, he's totally not helping at all.

Japan became still, his mouth still hanging open, crimson eyes wide, it's not calmness it's completely shutting off.

Hong Kong cackled, taking pictures of the stunned man with her smartphone. Taiwan followed afterwards.

.....

"This is so going to my reaction pictures." Taiwan laughed from a distance, already making his way out of the small humble house.

"Imagine all the edits possibilities, I'm expecting greatness from you, Taiwan-sama." Hong Kong chuckled, not bothering to look back at the frozen nation.

Their conversation continued, until all Japan can hear is their faint footsteps and voices.

At least they're still speaking in Nihongo?

At least...?

"Seppuku shimasu." Japan finally spoke, his initial action was to retrieve his blade.

That evening, no grand meeting about economic ties between Japan and Taiwan was made, only a sea of intestines and sake, that may or may not have been replaced by blood at some time.

Xianggang - Hong Kong, pronounced in Mandarin.

Yahtbun - Japan, pronounced in Cantonese.

Gege - Big brother, pronounced in Mandarin. (yes, not Cantonese)

Seppuku - A traditional Japanese suicide ritual, with one cutting their own abdomen. Typically done to restore honor.

#universal chaos #OC #originalfic

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violet-louie · 5 years

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Multiples of 5

5. if you were a type of tree, what would you be ? maybe a weeping japanese cherry blossom

10. what were you doing at midnight last night ? pretty sure i was sleeping but i can’t be entirely sure

15. do you like someone ? im in a relationship so yes

20. what is your best physical attribute ? my boobs ig

25. you just found $100! how are you going to spend it ? probably just save it lmao it’s only a hundred dollars

30. your house is on fire, holy shit! you have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. so what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno ? probably my winnie the pooh blanket from my childhood

35. are you a good friend ? on occassion

40. do you prefer sunrises or sunsets ? sunsets

45. if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be ? my natural eating habits

50. what is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had ? i can’t really think of one of the top of my head

55. can you do any accents other than your own ? british but poorly

60. do you believe in aliens ? i believe in life on other planets/solar systems

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bluh-bluh-liveblogging · 5 years

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The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. - S2E13

- okay first of all the opening!

- it’s changed again! and I think I like it! (but I’ve only just come to terms with the last one xd)

- the rainbows are nice. and the increasing emphasis on secondary characters. which is probably because there’s so damn many of them.

- aaaanyway!

- oh, Mera! I love her! She’s so hungry and stupid!

- OKAY FIRST OF ALL HOW TF DCHCDUBCBZ DO YOU EVEN MANAGE TO GET 12 PART-TIME JOBS

- girl works at 2 cafes in the least. meaning at least 3h shifts. which is already not much - 5 - 7h is way more likely.

- say that’s around... she’s a high schooler and no idea which region this plays in (might have been mentioned and I just forgot? Might be Tokyo? might just be Generic Japanese CityTM tho) SO she’d earn about... 800 yen per hour?

- so 12 jobs - maybe she’s doing one/two each weekday and 6 on the weekend? say about 3h each time? bc that’s the minimum

- that would be 36h x 800 yen = 28,800 yen per week.

- now. i forgot if she’s been doing that for six weeks or six months, but since u usually get paid monthly in Japan, she must have been paid AT LEAST once

- so in 6 weeks she would have earned 172,800 and at the least been paid 57,600.

- unless she has to pay for her own rent and tuition - which is impossible because in that case, working less than this would not have been enough - UNLESS she’d stuck with her one job and simply worked longer hours which would have been more effective ANYWAY except she worked at a cafe, so probably no chance to earn money at night which she as a minor can’t do in Japan anyway, but it’s not impossible to simply work illegaly etc etc

- UNLESS that. How. HOW. did she not save more money than 500 yen. that’s less than 5$.

- LMAO

- also Saiki? BAMF

- “who’s kidnapping who here”

- flawless execution, 100/10

- this one is great too

- manga/anime about manga are the best thing ever, always

- and this is awesome

- “also, make her boobs bigger” - “N O”

- good job my dude

- fuck sexism.

- also the tohoho im crying

- nooo saiki don’t be so negative

- i also wanna go and watch pretty flowers

- wait where did he shop at 4am? a konbini?

- everyone had the same idea

- bashou-tourist

- u have nothing better to do than chilling there

- that rock loool what marking matsumura

- “even the stuffed animal leaver is here!” “he’s not here”

- sakura-mochi

- no mentioning cherry blossoms

- RESIST

- the sports dudes

- teruhashimagicTM

- the ultimate spot-taker

- lol u really can't see the blossoms at all

- why did it fall on him?

- “you'll never become a success like me”

- lol he and his figures... evil revenge

- “sing folk songs”

- this place looks 100% like where Kakashi trained Sasuke. and where one punch man went. actually everyone

- nice training if you can do this ha ha

- “not very convincing when you’re playing with your toys”

- waaaait what he’s just doing it all over again

- wait what

- he’s

- not doing anything else against the volcano

- holy shit

- he’s training to stop the eruption???

- why tf cant he do that yet

- also poor guy holy shit

- no wonder he’s so done

- four times

- waaaaaait shit must have changed every time though

- like new students. bc he didn't know them

- wtf is wrong with this world

- oh hey the ending is nice

- the duet is seriously cool

- wtf is up with that elvis thing

- i like the endings story tho

- oh! the occult club is coming back!!!

#the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo no ψ nan #s2ep13 #mera-chan!#loved this episode tho #been a while since we had serious revelations about the universe #also good stuff all around #word jokes #sakura #i wanna eat sakura-mochi #saiki being badass #manga stuff #soooo nice

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whatzaoverwatch · 6 years

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The Demon’s Bride (Part 8)

Oh shit it finally here! The wedding! Rejoice and clap! Hopefully I did the ceremony justice (god Japanese weddings what were you). You guys are probably thinking that it is probably nearing the end right? Not at all, if anything: we are about halfway done. So enjoy First Previous Next

Note: Female Pronouns

The sun rose on the fateful day. A day that the clan had waited to arrive for years. The wedding was about to take place. You could feel the tension among the servants as they were each given a specific job for the wedding. Everything had to be perfect, after all, this was the marriage of their Lord.

You were awakened far earlier than normal by the sound of knocking on your door. One by one, handmaidens would enter in with swift moments to handle their position. Some guided you to be bathed, to brush your hair, to dressing you in the white kimono, to even doing your makeup. You didn’t have to lift a finger whatsoever in this endeavor. Out of your entire experience within the Shimada castle, this was the most royal treatment you had been blessed with. Almost as if you had become a goddess overnight.

Hours went by of the constant development of your form until you were finally taking shape of an actual bride. Carefully eyeing each of them as they added more detail into your attire, you couldn’t help but be amazed by their detail. From the headdress bestowed upon your head, to the few layers of cherry blossoms woven into your kimono. Seeing the completed piece in front of the mirror almost made you cry.

You looked absolutely stunning. At the beginning of this journey, you were merely a fisherman’s daughter, betrothed to a demon. Here you were now with the appearance of a Queen. Your hair was done up through the head piece as your makeup complimented the purity of your form. Almost as if an angel was to be married to a demon. You couldn’t help but wonder how Hanzo would think of your attire.

Just imagining being by his side during the ceremony suddenly sent butterflies through your stomach. This was finally happening, you were marrying Hanzo and you were nervous and excited. Even with the events of yesterday were cast aside from this very moment.

“We are ready my Lady.” One of the servants informed you as you were guided out of your bedroom.

That room was no longer to be yours, for afterwards you would join Hanzo in his own. Not that it hadn’t happened before. Given that moment when you tended to his side. But there was nothing to hold back once you two were in privacy. However those thoughts had to be brushed aside, for the ceremony was about to begin.

You were guided by a set of handmaidens. Some either holding lanterns or keeping an eye on your kimono if you were to trip. The walk seemed to have taken forever, it was along the path towards the shrine that was near the forest. You hadn’t visited the shrine and no one was allowed near it. But given how it was used for important ceremonies, it was fair to abide to the law.

As you and the group were guided down the path, you saw in the corner of your eye the flash of green once more. Knowing that Genji was near to observe the ceremony. But his warning suddenly came back to you. Why was he so intent on making you leave? Did he assume that Hanzo would end up murdering you like his father did long ago? He promised you he wouldn’t. Did Genji see something you didn’t? Shaking away your thoughts when the green faded away, you walked down the path until you reached the gates to the shrines.

The sanctum was so peaceful, as the shrine blended into the forest with its aged architecture. Not a single piece of the forest touched the shrine as it remained cleansed and pure to the eye. It was a holy place, even if it was cherished by demons. The gates opened and the lantern handmaidens stepped aside. Bowing as you stepped in with one deep breath.

The inside was filled with ancient artistry that looked as if it told the history of the Shimada family. A long hall that lead to a table on the other end. Standing there were the Elders and what seemed to be some kind of priest. Just next to the priest was the very man that you were to marry.

Hanzo, dressed in a black kimono that seemed to form the pattern of storm clouds and demons within the pattern. Parallel to the scales within the pattern of your dress. His hair more groomed in its classic ponytail tied in a darker ribbon. His grey skin stood out within the garments alongside his red marks. Those clear coated eyes that made you tremble suddenly looked at you with complete softness.

Although his expression remained stoic, his gaze spoke a thousand words. Behind those horns and jagged teeth was a man who fell madly in love with you. One who once loathed not only your kind, but half of his heritage, now saw you as someone he wanted to have by his side for the rest of his days. You were unsure if you could live as long as him, but you desired to live with him enough to make him happy.

Walking down the hall, your steps echoing the hall as you approached your soon to be husbands side. The shrines door closing to bring privacy to just the occupants inside. Your eyes only set on Hanzo and him alone. It was as if it was just the both of you in the shrine alone. You made a formal bow, only for him to cease your action with his hand.

“You will no longer have to bow to me Lady [Name],” You felt your heart race as he took your hand with an informing nod, “You are my bride, and soon to be wife. I wish to see you as my equal.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, unaware of the Elders surprised looks of his notion. Squeezing his hand gently, you hummed in agreement.

“I am honoured, to be your wife Lord Hanzo.” You could tell he wished to smile at that statement.

But the hinted blush on his cheeks was the only closest thing to a response that you were going to get. The moment was suddenly interrupted by the clearing of the throat from the priest.

“May we begin the ceremony?” The questioned with a hiss to his tone. Hanzo nodded to the priest as he began his work.

“Today we are gathered in Shimada tradition to seal the sacred bond between the mortals,” the priest began as he gestured to you and then to Hanzo, “And the demons. To prosper the clan and to bring peace among the land. The choosing of a human, pure of the soul, as an offering to the demon lord. Let us begin the sacred vows.”

The priest continued onto his speech as he proceeded to follow the very traditions of an old fashion wedding as you could remember. Purifying both the bride and groom (despite one being an actual demon), to offering the union between the both of you towards the gods. The Shimadas gods being more of the demon brothers that ruled their land long ago. In the art behind the priest you had notice the image of the two demons dancing in the sky. Within their red scales you had noticed the familiar patterns of blue and green. Much the same between Hanzo and Genji’s spirits.

Afterwards, one of the Elders stepped up with what seemed to be an ancient bottle of sake alongside a set of cups. Filling them in front of the both of you and stepping away.

“We will now end the ceremony with the bride and groom drinking from each cup. To seal their bond officially,” The priest turned to the Elders for a moment who shook their head. Seeing the priest grimace for a second before facing both of you, “It is tradition for the parents to join within the ceremony. However, with Lord Hanzos parents no longer with us, the Elders felt it was fair that Lady [Name]s parents didn’t attend this part of the ceremony.”

Your face dropped with a bit of hurt. You understood how it was hard for Hanzo to not have his parents around, but why were you unable to see yours? Now that you thought of it, you hadn’t been able to speak to them since your departure. You recalled how your old caretaker mentioned that you wouldn’t be seeing your parents often with your title, but you would’ve at least been grateful to see them on the most important day of your life.

Hanzos hand suddenly squeezed yours as you were in a trance of your thoughts. Turning to see his worried expression in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, not loud enough for the others to hear.

Clearing your mind, you nodded to him with a squeeze to his hand in return. His claws were merely gentle to the touch, and his skin that you once believed was cold was actually warm.

Each of you took your cups and drank from them. The faint but bitter taste of the alcohol burned the back of your throat. For what was a brew from years ago, it still held up to its taste. Once you both completed your drinks, the priest waved his staff towards the sky and bowed.

“The ceremony is complete, the gods now have accepted your bonds. You shall from now on be Lord and Lady Shimada.” The priest, along with the four Elders, all bowed as one to the both of you.

The fluttering in the pit of your stomach subsided as the marriage was now complete. The priest began to guide the Elders out the door, as the banquet was about to be ready for your arrival. You still held close to Hanzo as he walked alongside you towards the doors. Noticing that Hanzo slowed down, you heard his voice close to your ear.

“Forgive me, it was not my say to leave your parents out of the ceremony,” Hanzo told you having you turn to face him, “Unfortunately they also insisted that they would not attend the banquet either.”

“But why? They are my parents, I should at least see them myself right?” You saw his lower his head with a bit of guilt before speaking.

“As I had told them the same. But given the Shimadas history with humans, they felt that it wouldn’t be safe for mortals to attend with demons that no longer trust humanity.”

“Even if their Lord has changed their mind on my kind?” He closed his eyes for a moment and held you a bit tighter.

“You and my mother are the parts of humanity I can forgive, however I cannot forgive the rest of them for their actions,” He faced you and halted his movements once the both of you were just by the door, “I promised to you that I would understand you. But I won’t turn away from what they have done. There are demons who will not stop at trying to harm humans. For your parents sake, it will be safer that they do not attend.”

You lowered your head as you could feel a bit of pain in your heart. He was right, you were only a portion of humanity. You couldn’t convince all of them to change like Hanzo did. It still hurt that you were unable to see them once again. So much for this ceremony to be the bond of peace between humans and demons. Taking a deep breath, you held him a bit closer with a whisper.

“Promise me, that I will be able to see them again.” You quietly asked.

Knowing it wasn’t possible for you to leave the walls, you had at least hoped that you would see them once. You suddenly felt his finger curl under your chin to tilt it upwards. Having your gaze set onto his eyes. His gaze glowing in contrast to his skin and attire. Looking into your soul as you felt your heart race. His face close to yours for the first time.

“I will see to it that you will see them. That is my promise to you as your husband, my beloved.”

In a sudden spur, you felt his lips press softly against yours. Surprised by him providing you with such a gentle form of affection. Your red lips heating against his fangs. Imagination of kissing Hanzo was nothing in comparison to the real thing. A sway of the breeze brushed against the white scales of your kimono. You could feel his spirits wrapping around you. Inviting you into their hearts as they forever vowed to protect you. He left the kiss to sudden, leaving you to breathe out in amazement. Fluttering your eyes open to his gaze, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you…” You whispered gently. Feeling his heartbeat ever so close until he straightened his posture. Guiding you out of the shrine.

“Come, it is time that the world are introduced to my wife.” He declared to you with a gentle smirk. Letting him take your hand as the two of you walk back towards the castle.

The flickering flash of green came from the forest, faded into a shade of red.

To be continued

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iammarylastar · 6 years

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2. Back to my feet.

I woke up the next morning, it seems I’ve been out around the clock. I’m alone in my room, sprawled in the middle of the mess I left, a solid headache knocking at my eyelids.

Mikomi, my rock, my lifeline left me. I deserved it. I hurt her. I frightened her.

The door unexpectedly opens on Sensei, Mikomi’s father and the leader of the village. His face is closed as fuck and he barks orders at me, which I don’t understand. He’s not Mikomi, her voice is always clear and soft, her Japanese simple and slowly uttered.

I do my best to quickly sit up, join my hands together and bow my head in respect. He looks clearly pissed off, I assume by my tantrum and I can’t have him mad at me or he would chop me in pieces with his katana.

Mikomi appears, padding in smoothly like she floats above the floor. She kneels down before me, her gaze at my feet, where she places a pile of clothes and a bowl of water. Before I can speak she disappears again, to be back instantly with what I assume be shaving items and a mirror.

I quickly grab her wrist and whisper her name but she keeps her eyes away from me.

“I owe you an apologize for what happened. I.. I don’t know, I’m still confused. I… Just lost my mind. I’m sorry.”

She gently pushes my hand back and says under her breath “I can’t talk to you now. Please clean up and shave. I’m sorry I can’t help you.”

The door slides shut, leaving me all by myself again.

I grab the mirror and study my reflection. Jesus I’m a waste, Sensei said something about a pig, yeah that’s me.

My hair has grown monstrous, no trace left of the clean military cut. Wild, disheveled curls twist on my scalp, traces of vomit coat my beard. I stink, like sweat and urine, I must have pissed myself while passing out.

The Japanese value cleanness as a mark of respect to the others and to yourself. I look more like a homeless, sick bear than a human, without Mikomi to care for me. I’m not Cup anymore. Gaijin fits better, I’m a stranger to my own self.

I take off the wasted hakama , those large black Japanese pants and start to clean myself up, taking stock of my body for the first time in months.

My leg looks great, light red and swollen at the foot -thanks to my little stunt I guess- , the scars are clean and neat, Mikomi has done an excellent work. As usual.

The skin of my chest look nice as well, I realize it doesn’t hurt anymore. I wash my body, face and hair, shave and cut them the best I can by myself, then clean the pants in the bowl. I gather the cut hair, clean up what’s left from my mess on the floor, tied the bamboo splinter back on my leg, tied up the new kimono and find a somewhat comfortable seated position and just wait.

I wait for what seems hours. Time for me to gather my thoughts and my strength, put myself together and stop being such a whiny bitch.

Holy shit, how lame of a soldier I’ve been, weak and crying like a baby, Angie would have laughed at me and kicked my ass.

“Stop braiding daisies, Softie. I’m waiting for you!”

Fuck you’re right honey. Let’s go, let’s do this. Let’s be a man again, let’s fight for what I lost. From now on, I promise I’ll fight to have you back, Angie, you and our baby. I’ve cleaned my mess. I’m ready.

As if he’s heard me loud and clear, Sensei enters the room, checks me out from head to toes, then nods, satisfied.

“Yoi. Keiko. Ashita.”

God help me. He just said I’m starting work out tomorrow. He’s gonna kick the shit out of me.

****

My new daily routine is hell. I’m woken up by a gong, calling Sensei and his disciples for an early meditation. I’m not attending, not yet but I’m sure my turn will come.

Fucking land of the rising sun, the day starts at 4 a.m. and I can’t go back to sleep. 5.30 a.m. sharp: Mikomi arrives, resplendent in her flowery kimono, places a solid breakfast on my lap and leaves without a word. I’m sure she’s still mad at me about my behaviour during that nightmare. Or Sensei forbade her from talking to me. Anyway, I miss her so badly. I eat alone, but nonetheless do my best to respect the rules of the art of entertaining.

Mikomi appears again the second I put my hashi down, and leaves again just as fast.

Then the Master stands before me, ready to break me in pieces. Mikomi’s cares were so sweet compared to this monster of poise.

His strong fingers destroy my leg as he massages, mobilizes, and stretches it. I miss the needles Mikomi used for acupuncture, they felt like honey and I want them back. Instead big iron hands bluntly and mercilessly press on those fucking points, eliciting hisses and grunts from me. At first. Each time I’m complaining, Sensei whips me with a wooden stick, hard as fuck.

“Kurusai!” is the only word he knows, which you can translate into “Quiet!” if you’re in a good mood, or more likely “shut the fuck up!” in my case.

I’ve quickly learnt to hold back my screams and squeeze my fists as tight as my lips. I undergo his torture in a perfect Japanese style.

He instructs me to bulk up my arms so I can use the crutches properly. I spend the rest of the morning to eat my daily dose of home made weight lifting, jars of water or sandbags, and a shitload of push ups, my bad leg resting on my other calf.

Around noon, about a second before I pass out, my sweetheart Mikomi brings me a bowl of water and a bowl of soup with noodles and vegetables, or rice and unknown mushrooms.

First I clean myself up, then eat properly. In no time I collapse for a solid nap, before Sensei whipes me for the next torture.

The afternoon is dedicated to training to be back on my feet. My back is wrapped in a brace, so tight I can barely breathe but at least it stops hurting.

Day one was hard, really hard but Mikomi was there and it gave me strength. Holding back my grunts, I grabbed the iron hand Sensei held me out and stood up on my feet. Up on my two feet. FUCK I was standing up on my feet again. Ignoring the huge smile taped on my face, Sensei handed me a pair of wooden crutches and just left.

But Mikomi stayed. She was my sole goal. Go, Yankee, walk up to that beautiful doll.

I clumsily stumble, like a newborn deer, but my feet moved me forward, my hands firmly clawing at the clutches. FUCK! After months in bed, I was finally dragging myself to the other side of the room. Ha!

Exhilarated, I kept walking towards my Japanese sweetheart, her smile gave me enough strength to stay balanced.

“You made it Gaijin!” She finally spoke, breaking days of silence.

I’m so happy I could cry, but the shadow of Sensei’s whip kept my tears at bay.

“Iwai!” She congratulated me. Yeah I deserved it.

I couldn’t help but bend down and kissed her cheek, hugging her small features with one arm.

“Arigato Mikomi!”

She shyly blushed and sneaked out of my embrace and padded away.

“Follow me.” She whispered.

I somehow followed her steps that lead me outside. I’ve been stuck in that room for months, that day was my first time outside. And it really was worth the efforts.

The view was just breathtaking. Jesus, beauty was everywhere. Cherry blossom trees, traditional Japanese houses, temples, pines, bonzaïs, carps swimming in little pools, paper lanterns, rice paddies hung on the hillside, the ocean in the distance. The scents, delicate like so many fragrances. The sun, kissing my skin. The air, pure and fresh, filling my lungs. Mikomi, shining in the daylight, so proud of me. This place looked like Heaven.

The end of the day is my favourite. Japan is a treasure, the temple of millennarial arts. Sensei introduces me to each of them. Penmanship and kanji. Martial arts and the art of war. Fengshui and shiatsu. Samuraïs and katanas. Everything meticulously and flawlessly executed, from the way you cook and eat food to the way you tied up your kimono. Japan manners means perfection. Hence the billion of rules that dominate the daily life. Hence Mikomi.

It didn’t last long since Sensei noticed my lack in Japanese. I can tell he was impressed by my progresses both physically and mentally. He was touched by my interest in his culture and as how I got involved in the life of the village.

He quickly asked Mikomi to serve as a translator for all the lessons he taught me. Which was a delight. Which still is.

My handwriting is shit and I’ve a hard time staying still on the zafu while meditating but beside that, I’m making huge progress.

I follow Mikomi like I’m her shadow, we’re getting close again. I mean, we chat, we laugh, she walks with me to the bathhouse where I can walk and train my leg easier, in the hot water from the waist down. I noticed the way she got lost, her eyes wandering across my bare chest, but since I had the nightmare, I’ve only eyes for Angie. At least the distant memory I have left of my angel. The truth is I’m not sure about my feelings for her, all I know is I need her by my side. To keep going. She’s my hope.

After a pretty short time using my crutches and thanks to all the work out and sweet torture Sensei forced me in, I’ve been able to walk on my own. As I’ve become more capable, I started to take part in the village’s life and participate to the shores. People were shy and suspicious as first, but by the time I was able to walk out from Sensei’s house, we all got to know each other. I was not a Gaijin anymore even if they’ve kept calling me so.

Children found in me their main attraction. My sunkissed skin was still the lightest they’ve ever seen and my blond curls and blue eyes were considered as the utmost curiosity. They’ve only known almond shaped black eyes and straight hair. I became their favorite fairy wheel, and quickly replaced the jars I lifted every day.with eager children. I did weight lifting with a child taped on each hand, then walked miles with one kid wrapped around each leg, another on my back. The whole thing have them laughing so hard, their parents politely smirked when I passed their homes, children packed as a donkey. Even Sensei smiled at me, calling me silly.

After just witnessing men practicing martial art, my turn comes and I now am a decent fighter. I help every day to harvest rice, fruits and vegetables, fix houses and fences, even cook with Mikomi, which have Sensei pulling his hair out, some things being strictly reserved to women. I practice meditation at sunrise, go the the temple and pray, mostly for having Angie back. I enjoy the show of women dancing with ushiwa, the Japanese fan, sipping black tea with Sensei, while he keeps teaching me about life.

The only task I suck at is milking cows. Definitely not my cup of tea.

Days passed, this peaceful and quiet daily life fits me. Heals me. I nonetheless have noticed Mikomi’s mood slightly changing, her eyes sometimes red from crying at night, and all I got when asking her the reason was deep silence.

I talk to her friends but no one can help me understand. I should have suspected what has happened, I should have known she is in love with me. I suddenly realize I’ve known about that, from the very beginning. I’ve been fucking selfish, too focused on recovering, dreaming of Angie, praying to have her back. Getting back to her.

My dickhead self has just used her, ignoring my own feelings, ignoring hers, killing her hope to keep mine alive.

Hope. Mikomi in Japanese. Fuck. How could I have been so blind?

I have been blind but Sensei hasn’t. The wise man knew. The Master just knows.

One day, not different from the previous one, he just walked to me and stated.

“ Time for you to leave. Mikomi has to marry someone from her clan and you have to go back to your wife. You’re a good man Gaijin but you can’t stay.”

I nod my head. He’s right. It’s time.

Two days later, I’m ready. I packed all my stuff in a traditional bundle, along with enough food to survive during my first trip.

I said goodbye to the whole village, everyone had a little gift for me, mostly food and handwritten prayers for my safety. As an educated gentleman, I received each present within both my hands, bend down slightly in respect and whispered thank you in the best Japanese I could.

Chan and Zhou are in charge with walking me to the nearest pier down the hill, they’re just waiting for me to be ready to leave, impassible.

“Sensei, there’s no words strong enough to express my gratitude. You saved my life, you healed me, you kicked the shit out of me so I can stand up again, as a proud man.”

I glance at Mikomi who just blushes slightly. She offered to translate my words to her father but I’m giving her a hard time. Swearing before a sensei could have you struck down, and giving importance to someone extremely inappropriate. But I know she’ll manage it. She always has.

“I owe you Sensei.” Before I bend down as low as I can to show him my deepest respect, I notice a glimpse of emotion in his eyes, which is like a declaration of love here.

I stay bowed, waiting for his benediction, waiting for my own emotions to pass.

Sensei starts the traditional prayer to the ancestors, asking them to keep the voyageur safe and as I’m overcome by his wisdom and benevolence, I feel his hand on the top of my head. Which is not supposed to happen.

My throat tightens and I force myself to slowly breathe out, stopping the tears that threaten to appear.

It’s a great honour to have Sensei praying for you, and you have to behave as well, as a brave man. Any gesture of affection can be shown, but with one of your kids, it could be mistaken for weakness.

Weak, that’s exactly how my knees feel while he pronounces the last words. Instead of calling me Gaijin, stranger, he said musuko-san , son.

Oh God, how blessed I am.

My eyes meet his, my heart speaks through them: Domo arigato gozaimasu, gratitude Sensei.

Mikomi has left her father’s side, where has she gone? As hard as it’s going to be, I can’t leave without telling her goodbye.

I spot her slim features, beside the crowd. Another weird strict rule here: do not show your emotions, especially your tears. She’s alone with her tears and her sorrow.

Silent steps lead me to her, in the shadow of a cherry blossom tree.

I stroke her neck and feel her shiver but she doesn’t budge, her back to me, shaken by unsteady sobs.

“Mikomi… I have to go…” my voice trembles as my throat tightens. There’s so much things I want, I need to tell her, but Im running out of time. And of words.

“Ikanaide kudasai” she whines, likes she’s drowning.

I sigh heavily. I knew it’s going to be hard, but it’s looking impossible.

“Look at me.” I gently turn her so she faces me, but she keeps her gaze on the ground.

“Haanii…” I lift up her chin and search for her eyes. “Sweetheart. You know I can’t stay.”

She closes her eyes, tears lazily trailing slowly down her cheeks.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asks, hardly hiding her cries.

“ No please, Mikomi, don’t think that way. You mean so much to me, I couldn’t have made it without you. You know how much I care. I love you Mikomi, but not that way…” It breaks my heart to break hers.

The truth is I love her, with all my heart. She saved me, in all the ways a man can be saved. I love her more than a friend, more than a sister but there’s only one woman I want, one who stole my heart and my soul.

“I know. Not like her…” She averts her eyes from me, biting her lips to keep them from trembling so hard.

“I’m so sorry.” Oh God I’m so sorry.

“Don’t be. I’m blessed to have met you.” She buries her sweet face into my chest and lets it go, desperately clawing against me. I wrap my arms around her and hug her as tightly as I can. She’s been my rock, my hope, my mother, my Sun for the last 9 months. How could I live without her by my side?

Slowly, she pulls back and lifts her soaked eyes to meet mine. I’m sure she can read the deepest sadness in them. “I’ll miss you Cup.” She whispers.

Cupping her face in my palms, I thumb the tears that keep flowing down her cheeks. Before I break down and burst into tears myself, I bend down and gently kiss her lips. A long, fierce, heartfelt farewell kiss. That’s the least I could do for her.

“I’ll never forget you.” I swear I never will.

Melting into my palm, Mikomi runs her fingers along my wrist and trails few kisses on my skin. Fresh kanji, the Japanese ideograms sit there, inked in my flesh forever. Marks of the new life that has started here. Pleas for the life that’s waiting for me across the Pond. 見込み. Mikomi. Hope. Hope, I’ll need you.

It’s so hard to let her go, but I really have to leave or I will faint.

A last glance at Sensei, a nod to Chan and Zhou, a last squeeze on her hand and I turn around and just walk away.

Angie. Angie is waiting for me somewhere. I hope so.

Next step: America.

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ghostpanda18 · 6 years

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Andy Serkis x Reader (part 3)

*loud alarm sounds*

I pushed my hand out of the blanket and grabbed the alarm. It still hadn't turned off so I pushed my head out and chucked the alarm to the nearest wall but I missed and I flew out the open door.

*crash*

"Oh shit please don't tell me I hit Peter or Andy." I said putting some pants on since I somehow kicked them off last night. I got to the door and looked down to see a crowd of people stand around something or someone I couldn't quite make it out. I walked down the stairs and acted like I totally hadn't just thrown an alarm out the door. As I was walking down I fixed my hair and made it somewhat presentable and not like I slept in my office...again. I reached the bottom of the stairs and quickly did a sniff test to see if I smelled bad or like b.o. but nope just smelt like coffee, that's normal. I pushed my way through the crowd hoping it wasn't Peter or Andy. I reached the middle and of course it was Peter Jackson the director and my boss.

I about passed out I went back up stairs as the rest of the crew started to help Peter up. I got to my office and I started to pack up my things knowing Peter was going to fire me. I heard a knock on the door I turned to see Andy with a huge smile on his face, obviously oblivious to what just happened, "Hey Andy what's up I don't need to paint dots on your face for another hour." I said in a sad monotoned voice realizing I wouldn't get to see Andy anymore because I'm about to get fired.

"Nothing just came to say hi and see how you're doing. Hey what are you packing for? Did you get a promotion? Are you getting a new office? That's great news we'll have to celebrate." He said with the biggest smile on his face. His blue eyes hidden by his smile, I was happy about that I wouldn't have to look him in the eyes and tell him I'm getting fired, "Well not exactly I kinda got fired, well not yet at least but I will be soon."

~Andy's pov

"Haha that's funny you don't joke about things like that. Now really what's this packing for." I said trying but failing to reassured myself.

She stopped and looked at me, tears streaming down her cheeks, all the color drew from my face as I realized what she had said. I told her I'd be right back. She turned and said ok as tears streamed down her face as she continued packing.

I ran down one half of stairs as Peter was charging up the other half with everyone following him. He got to the door before I did, "You're fired!" Everyone stood quiet with there mouths wide open.

"Yes sir I'm already packed up, I'm leaving now. Also im sorry i hit you with my alarm clock again." She held a box full of all her stuff and momentos. The tears dried up and here beautiful eyes were blood shot and puffy from the crying.

I stood between Peter and the door, "Peter you can't fire her if you fire her I quit!" I yelled not noticing the tears streaming down my face.

All of a sudden all of the other actors and crew members started saying, " ya you can't fire her she's to good. WE QUIT WE QUIT WE QUIT!"

Peter took a step back and looked at me with a stern but also sincere look. Right then and there Peter noticed I like her.

~Reader's pov

I looked at Andy a smile appearing on my face. I turned and walked over to Peter who had a small bump on his forehead from the alarm I threw. "Peter I'm sorry I threw an alarm at you I forgot I fell asleep in my office I am truly sorry please forgive me and don't fire me."

The room fell silently. Then all of a sudden, "AHHH-CHOOOO!!!" The room was still silent when Peter stated, "bless you and yes you can have your job back, also so can all of you cast and crew members, as for Andy one more outburst look that and you're done." I thanked Peter and everyone else, especially Andy.

~1 hour later

I had just finished unpacking 30 minutes ago and then got back to work. Andy knocked on the door. Tears streamed down my face as I went to hug and thank him. As he hugged me back the tears stopped and strangely enough I smelled him, quiet enough so he wouldn't notice, but damn he smelled so good so god damn hot. I stopped hugging and realized I had closed my eyes. My eyes snapped open and I just stared at him with such intent.

~Andy's pov

I was so happy she didn't get fired and I didn't lose my job. Another reason I was happy was that hug felt like hours and her hair smelled like Japanese cherry blossoms. I need to tell her, I have to tell her before something like that happens again. I was dragged out of my thought process when I smelled really good food I looked around to see popcorn cooking in the microwaveand it smelled so good.

~Reader's pov

Now where did I put my nice big bowl for my popcorn. "Hey Andy stop staring at my food and help me look for this big blue bowl." I bent over purposely showing my ass off and trying to make it look big. I turned my head to him and he turned his whole body away pretending that he totally wasn't staring at my ass.

~Andy's pov

Ok got to look for a booooowwwllll. Holy shit she's got a nice ass, like that shits huge. Oh I wish I could just go up behind that and smack dat ass. I could just go up and grab her hips and fuck her brains out. The sexual thoughts running through my head giving me a raging boner. Why do i think of these things I mean ya thats a nice ass, probably just the right amount of squishyness, oh and she's probably a virgin, fuck that'd be tight oh it would feel so good. Like Maybe I can ask her now, wait no I can't do it now. Not with all these nasty thoughts at least. Why of all the times to get a boner it had to be now. I mean I know why but what if she turns arou-

Shit.

I turned away blushing and very red I look down at my pants which were constricting me because of the aching boner I have. I need to calm down, stop the blood flow, think peaceful thoughts. Walking on the beach the breeze flowing and the sea slowly attacking my feet. I looked back down at my pants which were now not as constricting. I turned back to her as she was holding the big blue bowl which was now full of popcorn.

"I have a question for you." I paused and bit my finger nails. "Do you, Ya know want." I paused biting my lip taking a breath, finally mustering enough courage, "Do you want to go out?"

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AU Idea from my Patreon. Possible NaNoWriMo idea

Now, forgive me if this is off base but... imagine Jesse as a country music star, world wide tours with sold out arenas. Famous to the point of it being a problem to travel. Fans in every country love him and arrive in droves to the airports he uses.

He just wants to explore Japan without being followed and stalked and accosted constantly for autographs. Or propositioned and groped by over eager fans.

Jesse ditches his body guards, leave his trade mark cowboy hat and dons and old serape his mother made him. He wanders the beautiful streets, taking in the tourist traps before seeking something more authentic.

He ends up at a ramen shop in Hanamura, plum tuckered out and feet aching. The guitar he's been carrying is carefully set next to him, to keep it safe and keep anyone from taking the empty seat.

Sleepy and relaxed from having a whole day to himself, he ends up in the historic Shimada Castle grounds under a cherry blossom tree. He pulls out the guitar, leaving the case open just like in the old days busking for money on the sunbaked streets of Santa Fe.

He chooses to play casually, letting his hands wander the frets and strings while his mind finds peace. It's nothing that can be found on any album or record or online exclusive. His mouth following a new trail, each honey dipped word a stepping stone.

He can feel the eyes on him, not the casual if a little suspicious gazes of the people walking by. But the intense magnetic look of a man about his age standing half in the doorway to his left. The door in his hand as if he was still debating closing it.

Their eyes locked and Jesse's fingers stumbled for the first time in years. Heat surged up his cheeks and he struggled to pick up his tune. With such a man of power and grace to inspire him, it was easy.

The man watched without moving. The sun glinted on his golden hair ribbon and his impassive face didn't move.

Jesse trailed off, smiling with longing at his boots. He could get up and try to flirt, maybe get that handsome stranger to crack a grin at the least.

"You can't beg here."

Jesse startled, dropping his pick. it settled into the grass at his feet. "Sorry," he tried flashing his most charming smile at what had to be the museum's guard. It died with his heart to see the cute stranger standing over him with his arms crossed.

"Leave. You are not welcome here."

"Sure thing," Jesse set his guitar back in the case and quietly made his way from the garden. He had a concert to prepare for and publicity photos before hand. He'd be busy the rest of his time in Japan.

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Hanzo snorted in distaste to see the homeless man leave his home. Even if it was no longer the primary dwelling of the Shimada clan and they were no longer the most feared criminal organization in Japan, no one should disrespect his home.

Even with the voice of an angel, singing such sweet embarrassing things about him in the open where anyone could hear.

Genji appeared as if from smoke beside him, grinning ear to ear. "Holy Shit!"

[Speak Japanese Genji, it is unseemly to speak english in your homeland.] Hanzo brushed his bangs back from his face, hair trying to escape the low ponytail.

[I'm Hanzo, I have a huge stick up my ass--] Genji broke off with a cough, not at all related to the elbow jab he'd just taken in the ribs. [Asshole!]

Hanzo couldn't help a small grin breaking the corner of his mouth into a crooked line.

[You know who that was right?]

[the homeless man?] Hanzo narrowed his eyes, watching the massive open gate.

[that wasn't a homeless guy!] Genji raised his phone, hitting play on a recording of the blanket wearing guitarist playing with Hanzo in the background. Then with a quick flick of his fingers, the man appeared on a stage, haloed by flood lights and surrounded by crowds.

"Megastar Jesse McCree of the DeadLock Band headlines in the historic Hanamura Arena" written in blocky text across the phone.

Heat creeps up the young lord's face but he turns away with a shrug. [Why should that matter? He has no place here disturbing our guests.]

Late at night, Hanzo lays flat on his back on his futon, staring at the ceiling. Everything perfect and in place in his room from his katana to his writing set to the neatly stacked men's fitness magazines in the corner.

Sweat beaded on Hanzo's lip, sticking in the still new feeling hairs of his beard. His eyes closed with a sigh, letting himself soak up the sweet voice of Jesse McCree pumping through his headphones.

It had been six months since he'd ran into the stranger and he can't kick the habit for all his trying. When he was training, the lyrical voice was back. Buried in his university homework, he would find himself nodding along to a ridiculous song about love and stargazing in a wheat field.

Genji teases him nonstop and yet buys him the albums when he's too embarrassed. And a poster that is now tacked on his ceiling where no one will notice.

Years pass with an ocean between them. Jesse and the Deadlocks do not return to Japan and Hanzo has no time to fly to see them. He watches their interviews online and pirated video streams of the concerts. It's easy to know the public persona that is Jesse McCree but it is not the same man Hanzo met.

He searches for ways to find out what he is really like but it is hard. Jesse is a man that likes his privacy. And appeared with a meteoric rise. Now the man was breaking into acting even. With a show that had Hanzo yelling in his home office.

Jesse McCree was going to be this seasons The Bachelor.

And Hanzo would stop at nothing to steal a spot, even if it meant calling in every single favor he had left.

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#mchanzo #overwatch #au #headcannon #NaNoWriMo

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