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astrapure-a · 2 years
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little announcement that I’ll be putting this blog as well as another of mine under the status of a semi-hiatus. i’ve been thinking it over for a while, and honestly i don’t want to just delete this blog or the muse; trying to get writing partners nowadays seems like a struggle, whether its sending memes or receiving any, liking starter calls or people liking any i post, etc. so activity here is going to be a lot slower than what I’ve been trying to attempt, least until i feel more positive coming to this blog and less like ‘welp guess it’s this muse’s time lets go delete it.’
for the time being, i’ve been most active over on @ngihtmdic , so catch me over there!
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muichirosboba · 1 month
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A story for @blake222111
(Randomly saw their comment on a Kyojuro and Mitsuri post and I decided to fulfill their wish :D)
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Here we go!
Kyojuro Rengoku and Mitsuri Kanroji. Being the most energetic of the Hashira, these two were always everywhere and involved in everything. This fine morning, a loud exchange resonated through the Flame Estate, scattering birds from nearby trees.
"Satsumaimo!"
"Sakura mochi!"
"Satsumaimo!"
"Sakura mochi!"
You had heard plenty of this, so you headed over to see what the commotion was. Walking in, you saw a small cat clambering over and around a box on the back patio... with Kyojuro and Mitsuri standing in front of it, arguing. They only said two words.
"Satsumaimo!"
"Sakura mochi!"
"Enough!" You cut in. "What is going on?!"
"Oh, Y/n!" Mitsuri spoke. "We found this cat while taking a walk. Kawaii, right?"
Your eyes traveled over to the tabby. "Okay..."
"And it looked hungry! So I suggested we feed it!"
"But what's the problem?" You questioned.
Mitsuri put her hands on her hips and glared at Kyojuro, who didn't look affected in the slightest, as if they were playing a game.
"Well..." She puffed out her cheeks. "I want to feed it sakura mochi!"
"Satsumaimo is the better choice! More UMAI!" Kyojuro boomed.
"Neither will work." You said, and picked it up. It purred and nuzzled itself into your neck as you continued. You were a little hesitant to step in given that they were both Hashira, but you needed to protect the safety of the feline!
"I presume you wanted to give it raw sweet potato, Rengoku-san? Unfortunately, that's not safe for cats, and so are the leaves. But maybe if it was cooked! And Mitsuri-san, mochi can upset a cat's stomach. So maybe we should just feed it some chicken or fish."
A moment of silence. Then...
"I'm sure the neko would find anything umai anyway!" Kyojuro stated, with a sunny grin on his face. Nobody could stay angry at him, and he couldn't stay angry at others. He was just the best.
Mitsuri looked happy. "We should be thankful we get to save a cute little kitten! He's so kawaii! Kyaa!"
And that's how Taro ended up to be a healthy cat.
@blake222111 this is for you, hope you see it and like it
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bonkerbuster69 · 9 months
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Markdokka Magica (aka Sad Girl Pilotgeddon) - An Elders of The Creek Fanfic - Chapter 1
There’s a reason Mark had a special attachment to Gorobi-Chan, the shovel with the soul of a girl trapped inside...
...He could relate.
Or Mark struggles with his gender identity and expression in secret. As well as his sexuality, when he starts catching feelings for David.
But As that Secret Keeper kid might say, secrets are like soda pop - keep them bottled up inside for too long, and they're bound to explode and make a mess.
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Rated: T+
Word Count: 1,563
Trans!Girl Mark. Coming Out. Hurt/Comfort. Eventual Mark/David.
(Note - this is a coming out fic. Mark will eventually switch to she/her pronouns. But not for a while. He's still figuring himself out.)
There’s a reason Mark had a special attachment to Gorobi-Chan, the shovel with the soul of a girl trapped inside. 
He could relate.
He was only 11 when he learned about rule 34 on the internet, and after recovering from the shock of seeing the My Hoagie Academia girls doing…THAT with deli meats, he quickly realized that most boys didn’t admire beautiful and bubbly anime heroines for the same reason he did. 
He didn’t want to have sex with them. He wanted to BE them. 
He wanted the cool weapons, the pretty outfits, the flowing hair, the cute accessories, the admiration and respect from people over the age of 10…
But most of all he wanted to feel…kawaii. Maybe even beautiful.
Reaching for his glasses on the nightstand, he stared at the poster of Snow Racing Miku hanging over his bed one last time, before rolling out of the covers to scowl at his reflection in the full length mirror on his closet door.
He didn’t look anything like Snow Racing Miku. Or the sandwich slinging heroines of My Hoagie Academia. Or even the stupid shovel. 
He looked like a boy. A greasy, pizza faced boy who only ever made 3 friends in his entire life. And only kept 2.
“Squeak squeak!”
Mark turned to his ferret’s enclosure and smiled, just a teeny bit. Ok so he had one more friend than he counted.
“‘Mornin’ Elder Mark II - how’s my little princess?” It was no mistake naming his female ferret after himself. “Who’s a pretty girl?”
He caught himself in the mirror again, while reaching into her cage to scratch her chin.
‘Not me…’ he thought bitterly.
After checking her water, bedding and carefully measuring out her pellets, he gave far less attention and care to himself. The most he could do was grab a Mountain Dew from the fridge, a pop tart from the pantry and half-hazzardly spray himself in a cloud of deodorant while stepping into the (mostly) clean clothes he found on the floor. 
Why take care of yourself if you don’t even like yourself?
“Be a good girl, Two-y Chan! Mwah!” He blew the stinky weasel kisses before closing the door to his room, and made his way to the Creek.
It took Mark exactly the length of a Kyary Pamyu Pamyu album to get to Elder Rock. He had the route memorized. Every crack in the sidewalk, every fallen log, every exposed tree root. All trying to trip him, but how could they when he had been walking to Elder Rock everyday since he was 6 years old?
As he cut through the Trading Tree, those Stump kids who’s names he could never bother to remember waved at him. He couldn’t hear anything they were saying with his headphones on, but he waved back, if not a little dismissively.
He would never admit it, even if given the most brutal of swirlies or noogies, but…he liked the creek kids. They reminded him of simpler times, before everyone his age besides Barry and David left the Creek.
Before Kenny left the Creek. Before Kenny left HIM.
And with that ugly thought bouncing around in his skull, Mark climbed under Elder Rock like a miserable little potato bug.
“Hiya Mark!” David practically rocketed out of his folding chair to greet Mark, tripping over himself and falling down in the process. Knocking his helmet clean off. 
“OOF! Dammit, David!”
And Mark to the ground as well.
“Oh my gosh - are you ok David?”
“Jeez, watch it David! You almost impaled me with you helmet!”
Mark and Barry said at the same time. 
“Gomena-sorry Mark…” David (almost) apologized in Japanese. Brushing his messy helmet hair out of his face, sheepishly. Mark had to look away. 
Stupid David and his dumb adorable face! With those stupid big brown eyes! And his stupid clumsy, shirtless body falling all over him all the time! 
Mark crab-walked backwards out from under David. The last time he caught urgh…FEELINGS for one of his friends, he never saw them again. Stupid Kenny…
When he was finally able to create enough distance to look at David again he looked like a kicked puppy. Mark sighed. 
“’Whatever David, don’t worry about it…s’not a big deal…and your Japanese is getting better. It still sucks but it’s better.” 
“Arigato, Mark…” David smiled, before taking Barry’s hand to help him up off the floor. “Just got excited. I’ve been waiting for you all morning!”
Barry and Mark both raised an eyebrow at that.
“I-I mean WE’VE been waiting for you all morning…to start the campaign…?”
“Yeah dude what took ya?” Barry, taking pity on David ignored his slip up and turned to Mark once David was on his feet again. Mark figured it was nothing to begin with. Just David being David as usual…saying weird stuff not realizing how it sounded. 
“I didn’t sleep well last night.” Mark shrugged, avoiding eye contact. It was a half truth. He didn’t sleep well, but then again he never did. He’d been struggling with insomnia since the 8th grade (his parents thought it started when they got him a computer for his room but what did they know?).
The truth was late at night when everyone was asleep was the only time he could crawl into the back of his closet and live out his dirty little secret. Playing dress up with a cheap seifuku top he got off the internet. 
But he couldn’t tell Barry and David that. No way. He’d rather die. He’d rather watch SPORTS!
“What, again? Dude that’s been happening A LOT lately - you ok?” Barry asked, bending to grab Mark’s hand to help him up.
“Yeah just…tired.” Mark sighed, taking Barry’s big sweaty hand and hoisting himself up.
He was so tired. Tired of lying. Tired of keeping secrets. Tired of being a freak. Tired of hating himself-
“Hey, Mark what’s this? Is that…nail polish?”
Mark swore he heard glass shatter. Or maybe it was his brain. He jerked his hand away from Barry, feeling all the blood rush to his face and the tips of his ears. Shit! Shit! Shitake Mushrooms! How could he forget to take it off before coming to the Creek!?
Mark huffed, ass plopping down into the bean bag chair and crossing his arms over his chest to hide his hands. 
“Urgh! No…obviously not. Why would I-HEY! Unhand me, peasant!” Mark wailed, trying to kick Barry in the chest, as he grabbed his wrist and held up his perfectly purple polished hand for all to see.
Well for all to see who hung out all day under a dimly lit rock.
“Sure looks like nail polish…”
“OOh! Sparkly!” David leaned forward to get a closer look. 
“URgh! Fine! It’s a little embarrassing…but…” He chewed the inside of his cheek while Barry and David stared at him. 
Just like Kenneth had when they were 10. And Mark tried to kiss him, and the next day just so happened to be the start of the Overpass Construction.
And he couldn’t do it.
“…but I bite my nails. Yeah, that’s it. I heard Duck Mart had clear, bitter nail polish that helps you quit. But I grabbed the wrong bottle. Obviously…”
“…so why didn’t you take it off? Or stop painting after one nail…”
“…shut up, Barry…”
“Also I’ve known you my entire life and I’ve literally never seen you bite-“
“Shut UP, Barry!”
“Well, I think it looks nice.” David shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. There was no sarcasm, no mocking edge to his voice. Then again of course there wasn’t. This was DAVID.
“…you do?” Mark asked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. David  nodded over enthusiastically, with that big, goofy bucktooth smile of his.
“Yeah! Purple’s my favorite color - and I like the sparkles. It suits you.” 
David took Mark’s hand to inspect the polish closer, and Mark had swallowed around the lump forming in his throat. 
“…you did a good job painting them! They dried nice - I always get impatient and mess ‘em up when I do mine.” David held up his own hand, painted with alternating black, purple, yellow polish. The paint job was dinged and uneven, and several of the nails were already chipped.
David painted his nails? Since when?! Had Mark really never noticed before?
“But if you really don’t like it though, do you think I could borrow it? Maybe I could pull it off?”
Mark bit what was now surely a newly forming canker sore on the inside of his cheek. Torn between wanting to selfishly keep his new favorite nail polish and not wanting to blow his own cover.
Mark wished David would put his helmet back on. It was so much harder telling him no when he gave him those big puppy dog eyes.
“Sure, whatever…I’ll bring it tomorrow.” 
“Cool! Thanks Mark!” David clapped his hands together and Mark crossed his arms and huffed, still trying to decide if he was actually going to bring the polish tomorrow or “forget” it at home.
Just then Barry coughed, as if he too remembered he was still in the room with Mark and David.
“Hey so if you’re gonna start ‘bettering yourself’ and quitting bad habits can you stop picking your nose and wiping the boogers under the gaming table?”
“Eff you, Barry…I don’t do that. It was probably David.”
“Nuh-uh! And you’re one to talk, BARRY! At least I call safety and leave Elder Rock when I gotta rip ass!”
“HEY! Don’t bring my digestive health into this!”
Words were exchanged, and replica swords were drawn.
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THIS CHAPTER
THIS FUCKING CHAPTER RIGHT HERE
@just-a-wholesome-rabbit
I HAD ZERO CHILL (not that I usually do baseline, but) THE FEELS I WAS DIGGING BACK INTO from like college crushes and shit NAHHHH
AND Tav is stronger than both of us bc I would and straight up have just cried in similar situations 😅😂
THE ANIME MOMENT KAWAII AF
ALso, it should be noted somewhere through out my unorganized posts that Gale’s and Astarion’s little commentaries are the most likely to just make me twitch with how cute they are. I’m in love with Halsin, but I can’t not love a sassy witty dork with an overinflated ego who ACTUALLY is just masking how small they feel. Like. It’s a problem.
I LOVE THE IDEA of Halsin just like rough housing and shoulder checking and maybe it’s because I want him to throw me like a potato sack idk but i like it
#FUCKMystra
AND THE PART WHERE HALSIN FINALLY JUST LIKE MELTS AND ADMITS HOW VITAL TAV IS TO HIM
BUT HE’S STILL TORN BC (insert plot point that’s coming up soon that I wish the devs had fleshed out more) *SCREAMING*
Also yes, I’ve been doing one shot little thot posts bc Astarion deserves a big sweet kind cuddly man in his life who shares a penchant for sweet things. The “Do you pour honey on a neck before imbibing” is a line from the game if you talk to him AS Astarion and its fucking *chef’s kiss* I loved it so much I had to
OKAY BUT NOW WE GOT THROUGH THE TAV/HALSIN TENSE PAINFUL CHAPTERS. *Exhales in relief*
This is a really long post lol my bad.
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electrasev5nwrites · 8 months
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Ninja Daily: Clarity 22
"Take her to the Hokage immediately," Yamato ordered in an undertone. He gently pulled away the arm that Aiko was still clinging to-just for warmth, obviously. "She needs to debrief. She was approached by Tobi less than an hour ago." He gave Aiko a lingering look to promise, "I'll be back as soon as I can."
Tobi? Obito. It was Obito, damnit.
ANBU –what was that, a tiger?- was a cold fish. All the agent did was incline their head slightly, pretty black hair brushing over paper-pale ears. "I see. This way, Uzumaki-san."
Aiko craned her neck to watch Yamato's back disappear into the night, fussing the fingers of her free hand against her skirt.
"Uzumaki-san?"
ANBU whatever was waiting patiently, head cocked like some oversize bird.
'I think that's a man,' Aiko decided for no particular reason. Those uniforms were designed to obscure gender- it wasn't the bodyguard's build that gave it away. The voice was also androgynous, without any unique intonation or emotion.
'So how do I know?' she wondered, letting Tsunade's personal bodyguard lead her into the home. They were immediately intercepted by another ANBU.
REQUEST: IDENTITY. PREROGATIVE.
If Aiko hadn't already had her fill of shocks, she would have jumped in surprise when she realized that the sign language the ANBU were communicating in was not the one Obito had taught her. As it was, she languidly blinked and didn't bother to hide that she flicked her eyes to see ANBU What'sHisFace's response.
AGENT TIGER. EMERGENCY DEBRIEFING.
'I definitely should not understand them,' she noted, only mildly interested in the turn her night had taken. This was small potatoes, in the grand scheme of things.
The second ANBU nodded, purple hair swaying. PROCEED.
Aiko waved with splayed fingers in the moment before the house guard disappeared back into whatever hiding spot they had crept out of. The ANBU was gone in a flicker of motion-or that was probably the intention, at least. Aiko traced the shunshin's path over to what appeared to be a blank stretch of wall. It was probably hiding an alcove of some sort. The trick was oddly familiar.
Whatever. She fought down the temptation to activate her Rinnegan to tear through whatever genjutsu was at work. There would be better times to pursue her curiosity.
'Maybe I'll remember something pertinent soon. There's really only one explanation for why I would know ANBU sign language: I had to have been one of them. What was that like?' Her eyes widened in realization. 'That could explain why there appears to be almost no record of me working with teams. ANBU work would be classified.'
Counter intuitively, her mood brightened. Perhaps she wasn't a friendless loser after all. She'd have to keep an eye out for possible ANBU friends. She chewed the inside of her cheek, watching the male ANBU beckon her into what must be the Hokage's personal quarters. Word had proceeded them- Tsunade was walking in through a rice paper door on the other side of the long room, pulling mussed hair back in a single high ponytail.
'I wonder if she's upset about being disturbed so late.'
Aiko eyed her up. "Nice pajamas."
"I trust you didn't come here to critique my wardrobe," Tsunade said crisply. There was a bit of danger in her tone.
"No." She let her gaze linger on the silk button up that the hokage had apparently worn to bed. It would have been rather classy if it didn't have a grotesquely kawaii kitten lapping out of a sake cup on the lapel. "I wouldn't criticize that."
Mostly because she wanted to keep her bones where they were.
"Hokage-sama." ANBU Tiger knelt fluidly. Aiko watched with eyebrows raised. "Yamato-san wishes you to know that the Akatsuki Tobi approached Uzumaki-san tonight."
She didn't stiffen- but then, she was the hokage. Tsunade wouldn't be roused for anything less than a state of emergency: she'd been anticipating bad news. "I see." Tsunade snapped her fingers, summoning two more ANBU who knelt at Tiger's sides. "You raise the alarm and have our perimeter locked down. You mobilize search patrols with the intention to identify and contain, not confront. You-" she paused for the first time, brow furrowed. The other two ANBU fled without even raising their heads. "Why did Yamato leave?"
Tiger looked at Aiko. Aiko looked at the wall behind Tsunade's head, slightly regretting the promise she'd extracted out of Yamato before agreeing to see Tsunade.
"He's at the women's onsen," she shared. My, that was an interesting wall hanging. It was so fascinating, in fact, that she didn't have any mental energy left to notice that Tsunade purpled at learning where her agent had gone in a time of crisis. "I was intercepted on my way there to meet a friend."
Well, sort of. That was what she'd told Yamato. It would be impolitic to go out of her way to share that she had sought out Obito and not tried to get backup.
"I convinced him to tell my friend what had happened so she didn't think I ditched her." Sheepish, she kicked at the tatami. "I may have refused to see you until he agreed."
She didn't want to admit that, but she didn't want Yamato to get in trouble either.
Tsunade's chest expanded and then shrunk when she gave a long, tired exhalation. "He should have just-" She cut off, something stricken entering her tone. Her eyes widened guiltily, focusing on Aiko's face.
'I am definitely missing something. What was she about to say?'
The Hokage coughed into her fist, angling her face down so that tawny eyelashes hid her expressive eyes. "Very well. Bring me Nara Shikaku and Hatake Kakashi." She gave a strange sort of laugh. "I doubt either of them has quite made it home yet."
'They wouldn't have made it home yet? Is something else going on?'
"Hai, Hokage-sama." Tiger's bow deepened, and then he was gone. In his wake shunshin traces arced down the long hallway, leaving the two kunoichi alone.
"Uzumaki." Bare feet whispered against the matted floor, passing Aiko for a room off the hall. "Describe this encounter. Who initiated contact?"
The Hokage, Aiko reflected grimly, was no fool.
"I was almost in the onsen when he allowed me to sense his chakra." Aiko swallowed. "Presumably, my ANBU guard had just retreated to give me privacy to bathe. I can only assume-"
"That he had already been observing you, yes." Tsunade's mouth was pinched. "So you allowed him to bait you out?"
She couldn't speak. So she nodded confirmation.
"I don't think I have to tell you how stupid that was."
No. Aiko knew it had been reckless even as she'd done it. Obito was dangerous enough when he hadn't picked the field of confrontation. Following him had been unforgivably asinine.
'I'd do the same thing again.'
Amber eyes bored into her, heavy with the full knowledge of exactly what Aiko had been thinking. Tsunade blinked, breaking the trance. "What did he do? Did he attempt to hurt you?"
She could all but physically feel the analytical assessment checking her for signs of damage.
"No." She cleared her throat. "He expressed no desire to harm me, although he did make a point of off-handedly mentioning the damage that I did to his plan." There was absolutely no abashment in her tone. If Obito had hoped to make her feel guilty, he would have to cope with disappointment. "He offered an incoherent apology, gave me two packages that Yamato confiscated, and then said something…" she trailed off, closing her eyes to better remember his exact words.
She could still see the easy sincerity on Obito's face. "He said, 'I apologize for what I'm going to do, but I promise that it'll work out.'" Aiko paused, parroting the rhythm he'd used. "'You'll see,'" she finished tonelessly.
Because that wasn't ominous as fuck.
Tsunade began to pace, fingers locked behind her back. "Aa. Do you have any idea what he could be referring to? How his plans might have changed after you left? If he is still pursuing jinchuuriki?"
Aiko shook her head. She didn't bother to clarify. She'd already told Tsunade everything she knew about Obito's old plan. Anything else he thought of would be news to her- although she seriously doubted his ability to come up with something usable. If he'd had any options, he wouldn't have clung to the same unworkable plan for so long.
Saying those things might have been helpful, but she'd gotten the message by now that no one cared to hear her personal assessments of Obito.
If she hadn't looked at that precise moment, she wouldn't have seen that Tsunade's interlocked fingers were white with tension. Aiko's eyes widened, fixating on the crack in her façade of emotional control.
"Hokage-sama?"
And then the Hokage turned, and the moment was over. Aiko reluctantly tore her eyes away to check the newcomer.
An older man- forties or older, perhaps, with dark hair and attractive scarring- was inclining his head to Tsunade. The instant he was finished, the straight line of his spine relaxed and he seemed to be another person altogether.
Tsunade didn't waste any time on frivolities. "Nara-san. We have had another security breach by the Akatsuki Tobi."
'If I didn't know any better, I'd say that she was completely relaxed,' Aiko marveled, fidgeting.
She paid attention again when Nara heaved a sigh, hands shoved deeply into his pockets. "It's always something." His eyes were much keener than his tone. Aiko repressed a shiver, refusing to look away. "Did he bother Uzumaki-san again?"
"Yes." Tsunade's tone was short. "He made a point of mirroring a previous incident, although this time he approached her before she got in the onsen instead of afterward."
Wait. What? Aiko gaped at the implications of that comment.
'Obito, you filthy fucking perv! I had no idea.'
"That is likely intended to make a point to you, not Uzumaki-san." He nodded politely at her in acknowledgment.
"Yes." The two Jounin followed when Tsunade set off briskly, leaving the hallway behind. "Aiko. I presume the ANBU at the perimeter took the suspicious packages that Yamato-san confiscated?"
"Umm-" it took a moment for her to remember. "Yes, that's right."
As they rounded a corner, no less than three ANBU appeared kneeling in front of them. Tsunade halted, hips swaying. "Have you discovered anything hazardous?" A bowed head shook in denial. "I see. Bring a mission report form to Uzumaki-san and the materials from Tobi to Nara-san for analysis. Aiko, I want you to write down everything you remember."
'That guy is going to analyze my pornography and clothes. What is my life even. What. Why.'
Her tone brooked no dissent, so Aiko just nodded. When a folder and pen were proffered, Aiko took them without complaint.
"You can just sit anywhere." Tsunade gestured distractedly at the room, indicating the kotatsu and cushions. One of the ANBU had already gone, but the others took up posts beside the door.
The cushions were appealing at the moment. Aiko sank down onto one, wiggling just enough to get everything below her hips under the blanket on the kotatsu. Some chivalrous ANBU switched on the heat without being asked. She shot him a grateful look and set pen to paper.
'I'm going to tattle the hell on Obito. Crazypants. I can't believe he said Zetsu was dead. I killed the crap out of Zetsu.'
Aiko frowned thoughtfully, sucking on the end of her pen. 'Maybe I didn't kill him well enough. That would suck. I don't think he liked me even before I smote him.'
Tsunade was still giving orders, talking quickly with her ANBU and Nara-san, when chakra fluttered politely outside the room. "In fact-" She inhaled sharply, and then relaxed. "Oh good, I was wondering what happened to you two. Mitarashi, why are you here?"
Aiko glanced up to see that Yamato had finally returned with Anko at one side and Kakashi on the other.
'Oh god. What is Anko going to think about all this?'
"That's the friend I asked him to get," Aiko spoke up. Who, you know, on second thought, probably shouldn't have been dragged to the Hokage's home at ten thirty at night while her hair was still piled up in a towel. Oops. She flashed Anko a, 'hey, what can you do' sort of smile and then ducked her head back over the report, letting her hair cover her face.
There was a pause and Tsunade gave the two young women a narrow-eyed look, heavy with meaning. "The friend from the bar?"
Something about the tone clearly put Anko on alert. The older woman gave Tsunade a vaguely suspicious look and pressed her back flatter against the wall. She did look a little suspicious wearing her usual mesh but accessorizing it with a towel over her wet hair.
Aiko could all but hear Tsunade's raised eyebrow and the rest of what went unsaid. For instance, the part where Aiko had let Shizune assume that she'd tumbled into bed with some drunk stranger instead of coming home.
Aiko frowned. That was almost exactly what had happened, except it hadn't been as fun as Shizune had likely assumed.
'Shizune is a rotten tattletale.' Aiko filed that away for future notice and became very busy writing her report. It was imperative that Nara-san have it as soon as possible, after all. It was probably going to be more helpful to national security than her spare bras. Which he was probably inspecting at this very moment in this very house. Oh god.
'Surreal. Better to not think about that.'
What had she been thinking about? Oh, right. Shizune's gossip. It was probably too late to learn how to travel back in time and lie to Shizune about where she'd spent her night. And if she learned time travel, there were probably more important things to rectify. She had so many regrets about the past year of her life, and thinking about Obito only made them sharper. For example…
'On a second go, I'd get the pink holster.' Aiko tapped her fingers against the bone normally covered by the red kunai holster she habitually wore on her hip. Index finger, middle finger, ring finger. Then she tapped all of them at once. Tap tap tap. For a novelty item based off a movie adaptation of erotic literature, the leather weapons holster was surprisingly high quality equipment. She could have accessorized more carefully if she'd had the full range of colors.
"Are you almost done?" Tsunade's voice in an adjoining room carried more strain than Aiko thought it really should have. Aiko straightened her back and gave a stretch before settling back down.
"Almost," she called.
When written in cold, black ink, her conversation with Obito was much easier to cope with. He'd attempted to give the impression that he had come to assuage his curiosity about her survival, but that was a lie. That could be why he'd come to Konoha, but that didn't explain why he had stopped to talk to her. He'd obviously had her under observation.
His agenda was harder to pin down, but she kept eliminating possibilities. She flexed her feet under the table, relaxing a bit as heat seeped into her bones. Tsunade's personal rooms were much warmer than the rest of the sprawling traditional home- perhaps she only warmed the areas that she frequented.
Apologizing to her hadn't been his real agenda, and neither had returning her clothes. Those were all surface, weak excuses he could use to justify the trip.
"Aiko, did you hear that?" She jerked to attention, seeing that Tsunade was gesturing to Nara-san. "Do you think Tobi would have left for the moment? Did he get what he wanted?"
That was a harder question than it initially appeared to be. Obito's mind was a twisty place. If he hadn't come for a fight, it was hard to know what he had wanted.
She hesitated to answer, running her tongue along the side of her gums. "I don't know much. He implied that the sole purpose of his trip was the interaction he initiated, but he wouldn't balk at lying to me."
"Do you remember the conversation word for word?" Tsunade stepped fully back into the room, dismissing someone with a hand wave.
She closed her eyes to think, scanning her recollection. "Yes, or very close to it," Aiko said slowly. She pried her eyes open. "He was unstable. Like he was critiquing himself aloud." She cleared her throat. "He claimed that Kakuzu had abandoned him and that his only comrade left was Zetsu. There was one thing that stuck out as alarming to me."
Behind Tsunade, Yamato leaned forward to hear.
She could still see the easy sincerity on Obito's face. "He said, 'I apologize for what I'm going to do, but I promise that it'll work out.'" Aiko paused, still parroting the rhythm he'd used. "'You'll see,'" she finished tonelessly.
No one breathed.
"Sounds like a nice guy," Anko said conversationally, breaking the solemn moment. "Does he have a brother?"
If there was a group reaction to that, Aiko missed it because she had pressed her face into her hands to stifle an inappropriate grin.
She tugged down the presumably stolen white towel from her hair and balled it against her hip. "Who the hell are we talking about? The Akatsuki who kidnapped Aiko?" She shrugged negligently, somehow appearing disinterested despite her prying.
"One of them," Tsunade acknowledged distantly.
Oh right, Anko wouldn't know-
One of them? Meaning other Akatsuki had kidnapped her?
"Wait, what?" Aiko let her face fall into unconcealed bafflement. "What are you talking about?"
'What other Akatsuki could she mean? Surely not Kakuzu-kun.'
Yamato gave her a mildly pitying expression. Anko coughed into her closed fist, looking embarrassed. Tsunade just rolled her eyes and gave the wall a long-suffering stare.
"Seriously, what does that mean?"
"We don't have time to explain all the fatuous situations you get into," Tsunade bit out, sounding as though she wished she didn't know the details. "We need…" She trailed off, mind working at top speed. "We need you under watch," Tsunade decided firmly. "Madara has only approached you when you are alone."
(Anko gave a start at that name, knocking her head against the wall in a way that did not fit with her persona of cool grace).
"I'll take this information under advisement, but I need to consult someone else." Tsunade's harried eyes flickered towards the door a full second before Aiko registered that there had been a subtle chakra pulse on the other side. "Mitarashi, you can lead a search team. Yamato, stay with Aiko. There's something that I'll need to talk to you about when I have time. You can wait in the front rooms or you can return."
Anko gave the window a longing glance, but turned and left the conventional way. Whoever had just signaled the Hokage was nowhere to be seen. Aiko stepped in line behind her, Yamato on her heels. As they filed out, a thought occurred.
"We have free time," she said casually, nodding significantly to the blank stretch of wall that a scent trail lid up to before disappearing. She didn't get anything so gratifying as a surprised curse or chakra flicker in response to her greeting, but hopefully she'd startled some poor bastard in a damn good hiding place. "And you said there was no time for us to get my hot chocolate."
Yamato sighed.
Yamato's breathing had settled into a pointedly slow, calm pattern. Aiko was sure that if she looked over, she would see that he was demonstrating the concept of patience. Ba. By the time she made it to see the Hokage again, two hours had passed and her hot chocolate was sugary dregs slowly crystallizing into mush. Also, she had been accused of melodrama, which was totally fucking ridiculous. Fingers numb, Aiko dug a thumbnail into the Styrofoam cup that she held against her shins, missing the heat of her candied drink.
'I'm going to die here on this tacky chair. I'm going to freeze to death because the Hokage is too cheap to heat her house. She can't be that poor. She's the freaking Hokage. And everything smells like ink.'
Aiko grimaced, wishing that she could plug her nose with cotton. Why did everything in this town have to stink? Shouldn't a place with so many dog-nin be sensitive to how they reeked?
From his seat in an anteroom of the Hokage's home, Yamato shot her a look, a thin line pressed between his brows and an uncertain frown tugging his lips down.
She wiggled her heels against the edge of the chair, noting that her skin was too numb to register the feeling. Somehow her chin had just enough nerve endings left to register the miserable chill of her bare knees.
'It's somehow so much worse when I'm not moving around.'
"It's really not that cold in here."
"Lies," she responded morosely without thinking.
He gave a snort. Despite his words, Yamato leaned over and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders to rub at the space between her shoulder blades. Aiko shivered, unfolding just enough to push back into his hand.
'That feels good. He's really warm. Or maybe I just have poor circulation.'
"Remind me not to take you to Lightning Country." His thumb dug into the taut muscles where her neck and shoulder joined.
It was a dumb joke, but her eyes fluttered shut and she unconsciously leaned towards his low voice. She was just so tired of all this bullshit. It wouldn't hurt to rest her head against his leg for a moment.
"Aiko? Yamato?"
That was someone else entirely. Someone she had not heard enter the room.
'Did I just fall asleep?' Unsettled, Aiko let her brow crease and lifted her head to better pay attention.
Shizune stood in a beam of tired moonlight in the now-open door, eyes haggard and miserable. "Is something else wrong?"
'What's that meant to mean?'
Broad fingers gave one last massaging movement into her shoulder before Yamato stood professionally and gave Shizune a slight bow. "I'm afraid so." His shirt rustled when he straightened. "The Hokage should have received a message about an hour ago about an intruder in the village. She took a written report from Aiko-san and asked us to return at her convenience. I assumed that she would require a more detailed debriefing as soon as she had a moment."
"Oh, that." Shizune snapped her fingers. "Of course. I haven't spoken to her in about two hours, but I noted the search patrols." She stepped further into the room, letting the door to the outer building slide shut behind her. "It's just not our week, I'm afraid." There was something sympathetic in the way her dark eyes slid over to the chair Aiko was still curled up in like a child.
Then she sighed and the moment was gone.
"You two might as well follow me. Tsunade-sama can pass off what she's doing now to me while she receives your report." Dutifully, Shizune made her way to the door where two ANBU had taken Obito's suspicious giftbags off of Yamato's hands and pushed it open. The ANBU didn't bother to materialize to halt her approach.
'Why would they? Shizune has higher clearance than they do.'
When Aiko tried to get up she stumbled, nearly falling before she adjusted to the fact that her legs had fallen asleep. Yamato offered a steadying hand that she ignored. He stood still for a second, which was just enough time for Aiko to muscle past him. With some concentration, she made sure her expression was impassive enough.
"Thank god." Tsunade blurted out, breaking into a thin smile when her older apprentice crested the corner. "I was starting to think you'd left me to this." At some point, the Hokage had changed into her regular clothes, although her jacket was wrinkled and her hair falling loosely over her shoulders.
"Never," Shizune promised seriously. She did glance around the room, holding an arm out to accept a stack of files. "Where did-"
"I sent Sasuke home," Tsunade explained, apparently understanding her apprentice without the full question. "Someone has to be sentient enough to manage the hospital tomorrow, and it's starting to look like both of us are going to be in a right state." She waved her left hand, seeming to indicate either the room or Konoha as a whole. "And…"
Aiko shrugged a shoulder in greeting, not moving the hands she had wrapped around her torso for warmth. Rustling indicated that Yamato had gifted the Hokage with a proper bow.
"Oh, hell," Tsunade said simply. "Forget you were still waiting. I had a question about timing, actually. Aiko didn't give an exact time for the confrontation. How long exactly has it been since your encounter-" she cut herself off, shaking her head. "Doesn't matter," she said in a very quiet tone, presumably to convince herself.
'She really is having an awful night.'
The Hokage ran a hand through her loose hair, rubbing a few strands between a thumb and forefinger. "I had the sweep report in eight minutes ago." She looked at Yamato for a moment, and then settled her gaze on Aiko. "No one reported any sightings of Tobi in Konoha. It is likely that he is gone."
Some tension that Aiko hadn't noticed slipped out.
"Don't thank me yet." Tsunade's expression was regretful, mouth turned down. "I said there wasn't another sighting of him in Konoha tonight. I had a report of Tobi harassing your brother's team in the Land of Iron about forty minutes before you tried to check in."
Electricity sung through her veins, tingling sensation back into twitching fingers.
It couldn't be true. Obito wouldn't-
"I apologize for what I'm about to do," Obito murmured.
That had been what he'd said, hadn't it?
'He meant Naruto. He thinks an apology would make up for taking Naruto away from me. That bastard. That spider-infested floral-fucking-scented cowardly bastard. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking kill him.'
Just like that, all the work that Yamato had done to relax her muscles was undone.
Yamato gaped. "How is that possible, Hokage-sama?" A hand clenched convulsively against his thigh. "I didn't personally see the intruder, but Aiko would know-"
"Kamui, remember?" Tsunade interrupted sourly. "Additionally, Naruto's report had hours of delay. His summons are fast, but they can't Hiraishin just yet." She sat up a little straighter, amber eyes glinting. "Naruto and his team are fine, don't worry. But it's been made clear that he's a target." Grim, the Hokage's eyes slid halfway shut and her jaw tensed. "No harm was done. It seems that something about the situation caused Tobi to reassess. But he'll try again later. He'll have to if he still intends to collect the bijuu."
'That timeline doesn't make sense.' Aiko let her mouth fall slightly open. 'If- if the report came to Tsunade before we did, that means Obito approached Naruto first. But if that'd happened, why apologize in the future tense?'
Well. Other than that he'd failed. He could have been referring to his future plans. But he hadn't seemed like a man who had just come from a failed confrontation.
It just didn't quite work, no matter how she looked at it. She felt an ugly premonition that something she didn't see was about to nip at her heels.
"I don't get it." The older shinobi focused on her with an intensity that would have made a lesser woman quail. "It doesn't quite make sense," Aiko explained, frowning. No matter what they said, she knew Obito. This scenario didn't fit his modus operandi as far as she could tell. Perhaps another shinobi would back down at seeing a full team of Konoha Jounin, the leader of Ame, and the team of Samurai who were her official escorts, but it didn't seem like Obito to walk into that situation without knowing exactly who he was about to confront.
Before Tsunade could speak, she shook her head. "He doesn't do things like that. Whatever happened, he didn't fail, and I doubt that he was put on the run. His chakra levels were normal and I didn't see any evidence of stress or agitation." That, of course, meant that, "Whatever his aim was, he succeeded in it."
'Does that mean he succeeded with the other jinchuuriki? Did I actually save Fuu and the Mist-nin, or did he get what he needed?'
Tsunade's face twisted and she let out a curse that made Yamato turn pink. "I don't need this." The Hokage dug her fingers into her hair and glanced up just enough to glare at Aiko. "You're certain about this?"
She tensed the muscles in her legs, acid and energy building up into the potential for violence. "Yes." Her teeth clipped together sharply. "There's something else that I can't put my finger on, but I know that. He doesn't back down, even when he should. He wouldn't retreat unless physically forced to, and he wouldn't have been in the healthy condition I saw if that was the case."
'I know something. What is it? I'm trying to make a connection, I know it.'
Aiko tasted blood. That was the only reason she realized she was gnawing at the flesh of her cheek. Her right cheek had split open between her teeth, and she still clenched her jaw, worrying at the meat.
"If you know something," Tsunade began, leaning forward. "Anything at all-"
"I know it, it's just not coming to me," Aiko snapped. She licked blood off her teeth and sucked at it, wallowing. It was like sucking on dirty old coins. The idea that she wouldn't share information that could help Naruto and Karin and Hinata was insulting beyond belief. She'd kill to keep them safe. She had.
"That team shouldn't be alone in these circumstances," Shizune said quietly. "They're a good team, but they're young and not that experienced. But we just aren't ready to depart, yet. Not with the political climate this way."
There had to be something.
"Yes. And even if we set out tomorrow they'd be out in the field alone for weeks." Tsunade sounded as if she had already considered every angle of this.
Anything.
'If I had re-mastered the Hiraishin, it wouldn't matter. Travel time wouldn't be an issue and then I could be there to make sure nothing happens. Tsunade and Shizune could go back and forth as needed to keep things under control.'
She wrapped a hand around the end of her braid and pulled, not noticing when her scalp began to ache and stretch from the abuse.
Naruto was in danger. Maybe Obito had already gotten what he needed. Maybe it was like her inkless Hiraishin seals- a danger that couldn't be seen until it was too late.
There had to be something.
But what? Self-loathing tore through her chest. She couldn't just make her head straighten out. And god, what a stupid fucking failure, unable to put together the things in her own head in her own memory she was a moron and-
"Yamanaka." Aiko let go of her hair and looked back to Tsunade. "Yamanaka Inoichi or my therapist or whoever, I don't care. Just get me a Yamanaka. I need all my memories back now. We need Hiraishin so we can go without worrying about the atmosphere here, and I need to know what it is that's wrong about this situation."
Shizune's eyes widened, and she took a step into Aiko's personal space to make a peace-keeping gesture. "No one is asking that. You had a bad reaction to mind jutsu," she reminded.
She said that like Aiko had forgotten or something.
"It's not completely safe," Tsunade warned. "Your therapy was meant to be scheduled over months of appointments. The mind is nearly unpredictable." Her tone was hard. But she wasn't saying no. Shizune shot her mentor a betrayed expression, shock pulling her lips apart. But the Hokage's eyes were cold, utilitarian. "It's not even guaranteed to help," she continued. "You might end up too confused to be of any use regardless. I won't force you."
'That's a laugh. It's my idea.'
"You don't need to." Decisive, Aiko tilted her chin up to look down at the Hokage over her cheekbones. "I'm telling you what I'm going to do. Get me a Yamanaka. I need to know what I know."
Horrified, Shizune stared at the two lighter-haired women. Her mentor was dangerously still, eyes narrowed so that her blonde lashes covered most of her pupils. "You don't give me orders," Tsunade said very, very quietly. Aiko wasn't entirely certain if she was pissed or considering, measuring something only she could see.
Aiko met her gaze and didn't back down, feeling a snarl rising in her throat. She closed her lips against it so that it only roiled and shook the roof of her mouth.
'I'm right. Naruto is in danger and I'm not playing games.'
"Let's just all calm down!" Yamato raised his hands, drawing peripheral attention with just a hint of nervousness in his voice. It was amazing how he could sink into the background. Neither woman broke their staring match. "Hokage-sama, would you like me to fetch Yamanaka-san?"
A slender, fine muscle tensed in Tsunade's neck. She licked her lower lip and opened her mouth with obvious hesitation. "Yes," the older woman allowed. She looked away, back to the only man in the room. "Get me Yamanaka Inoichi. Bring him to my office at the hospital. We'll move there."
Yamato left. Shizune fled a moment later, waving the papers she'd collected from Tsunade's hands like a talisman against evil.
Aiko took a deep breath in through her mouth, intentionally steadying her heartbeat. It was racing out of control.
"Aiko." Tsunade's voice was without inflection or discernible tone. "If this works, we will leave tomorrow."
She nodded, deliberate and slow. Now that they were alone, the older woman seemed much more sorrowful than aggressive.
Yamanaka Inoichi walked into the examination room adjoining Tsunade's hospital office (how many offices did one women really need?) only fifteen minutes after Yamato had ran to fetch him. The situation had settled into sullen silence that he didn't give any indication of noticing.
Tsunade rose gracefully to greet him, sleeves sweeping up. The effect was undermined by the painful-sounding crack that her back gave.
'She's what, seventy years old?' Aiko subtly rubbed at her chest without straightening her posture. 'She shouldn't be doing this anymore. She shouldn't be up all night dealing with external threats and then pacifying internal tensions in the day.'
Aiko was suddenly hyper conscious of her own aching eyes and the crisp burn in her nostrils from harsh chemical cleaners.
"Inoichi-san." The Hokage's voice was level. The Yamanaka took his cue from her and bowed politely.
'Apparently we're going to ignore the facts that she's super old and that he just walked in wearing his pajamas. That's cool too.'
"Hokage-sama," Inoichi murmured.
He did wear them with a surprising amount of dignity, Aiko decided. You know, for a fifty year old man in jammies patterned with atrocious cartoon kawaii kunai. They had smiley faces nestled in the handle loops.
"What do you need of me?"
Tsunade dug a knuckle into the curve between her eye and nose, rubbing at tension. "We need you to do everything you can to restore Aiko-chan's memory, now," she said simply. The wounded pride of earlier was gone. She just looked tired.
And for the first time, Aiko wondered if that anger hadn't been directed at herself, not anger that Aiko had challenged her but anger that the situation had come to this point. But that was nuts. Tsunade couldn't possibly be that masochistic or overly protective.
"Hokage-sama!" Inoichi glanced at Aiko and then back immediately, flustered. His ponytail whipped behind him, just the slightest bit frizzy from sleep. "That is inadvisable."
Aiko uncrossed her arms and straightened her back, no longer feigning nonchalant disregard. Now wasn't the time to look like a grumpy teenage dissident.
Tsunade's shoulders rose a millimeter in defensive tension. "It's necessary,"
"I'm ready." Aiko took a step forward, forcing the Yamanaka to pay attention to her instead of arguing with the Hokage. "I understand there are risks."
When he did look at her, Aiko wasn't sure that he was really seeing her. There was far too much pained fondness in the creases around his eyes.
"Well, you will survive." He exhaled, fluttering the thin material on his chest. "I do know better than to argue with young women." He settled into the doctor's chair, gesturing for Aiko to sit on the bed. "Let's see what we can do, hmm?" He made eye contact. She held her breath and looked into the watery blue iris where there should have been a pupil. Then they spun away into black and white, a dimension that Aiko was quite attached to falling away in the process. What little remained of her stomach twisted.
On that first attempt, Aiko lasted twenty three minutes and seventeen seconds before she threw up. She came back to consciousness with the familiar sounds of Tsunade's cursing ringing in her ears. It took a moment for her to place it- Sasuke. It reminded her of Sasuke. He'd picked up a lot of creative profanities from his apprenticeship, apparently.
"Damnit." Disgusted, the medic strode over to the sink and wet a towel. "Clean up the worst of it," she ordered. "I'll get you a drink." Dazed, it took Aiko a moment to comply. Her breathing was hard, and her chest shaking. There were foamy flecks of old chocolate drink on her skirt. The glass of cold water Tsunade offered sort of helped. Not really.
"I'd get a hospital gown, but there's no point in her changing if this is going to happen again," Tsunade's voice warbled across the room, going up and down and sideways in ways it had no license to be doing. "Yamanaka, progress?"
The hospital tile really was ugly. Aiko took a deep breath, inhaling a sour stench that was somehow competing with antiseptic cleaners, and tried to count the gray flecks on the off white square directly between her toes.
"I need that much time again, and I think I'll be done," he said with a sort of pained sympathy.
Oh god. She'd hoped to be done in one long go and held out as long as she could.
Aiko threw up again, heaving up putrid fluid and tucking her head between her open thighs. Ino's dad pushed his chair back to avoid splatter on those ratty sandals he always wore. God, he hadn't replaced those yet? So cheap.
Their second attempt spanned two minutes of nervously attempting to pretend she was anywhere else. Anywhere other than in claustrophobic pressure while information slotted wildly into place in her head, clanging and chittering and begging for attention that she didn't have time to give it there was just too much at once coming too fast-
She hyperventilated, chest aching from the force her heart was pounding it with.
"Damnit." Tsunade gritted out, a pin-straight figure looming in the sudden onslaught of light and color and sensation. "Calm down. Breathe for a moment." Her voice was soothing, but the intensity of her expression made Aiko's heart race. "Aiko, get your head together. We nee-"
"Hokage-sama. Perhaps it would be better if you would leave," Inoichi said sweetly, turning an expression Aiko couldn't see on the older woman.
'Did he just-'
Yes. Judging by the offended way that Tsunade lifted her head and stalked out, he really had just kicked the Hokage out of her own office. Inoichi turned back to her, pleasant professionalism on every inch of his features. The cartoon kunai on his button-up top wrinkled cheerily. "If it would help for us to take a short break before we resume, I would be amenable," he said. "I do recommend that we attempt to make each session last as long as possible, for your sake."
Despite her best efforts, it took four more attempts to cumulatively match the progress of her first session. By the end of it, Aiko was a shuddering wreck, plastered to the bed by sweat and anchored by the fingers clenched into the plastic mattress covering, joints stiffened past the point of pain. The paper sheet was torn, ruined under her hands.
"Take deep breaths."
She complied. The room slowed a little bit, but it was still spinning in a way it had no right to.
"Can you look at me?" She could. "How many fingers am I holding up? When did you meet the current Hokage? Remind me, who was your Academy teacher?"
She rattled her brains for the last one, taking a moment to remember Iruka-sensei. Which was bizarre. She'd spent a lot of time with him. So did someone else. Naruto? Yeah, Naruto.
Inoichi gave a nod, relief bleeding into his expression. "Excellent, Aiko-chan. What's your identification number?"
Aiko froze at that one, wide-eyed. She had three. She knew that she had three identification numbers before she remembered why or what they were. It took a few seconds to retrieve the information: There was the code she'd gotten assigned as a genin, her ANBU identification, and the false id she'd used in Root for personnel checks.
'Don't be thick. He'll want the first one.'
When she carefully listed it off, Inoichi seemed to decide she was as good as he could expect her to be.
Ino's dad unfolded from his chair, knees creaking. If Ino hadn't pointed it out, she might have missed the facial twitch that betrayed the pain his old wounds gave him. Without thinking, Aiko stood to steady his weak side. He ended up being the one to support her. The look he gave her was wryly knowing.
"I keep telling Ino-chan that I don't need her worry." Still, he gave her hand a paternal squeeze before lifting it off his arm. "Glad to have you back."
"Good to be back," Aiko replied automatically, eking out the polite lie and listing slightly to the side. She widened her stance to improve her balance. She stopped moving, but the room didn't, spinning slow and rebellious.
'This was not my best night.'
He seemed to know what she was thinking, carefully not looking down at the dried vomit plastering her skirt to her legs.
"I'm certain that Tsunade-sama will send in a change for you." He turned the doorknob, giving one last polite nod that stretched out for more time than it was allowed to and was then suddenly over. "I'll go relay the good news."
"And then go to bed." She smiled weakly, indicating his pajamas. "Have a good night, Inoichi-san."
The night passed in bits and pieces, sliding out of focus. Aiko stepped into the shower and then realized that she was pulling on a Jounin uniform while Anko explained something funny that had happened at work the other day. Then Yamato was there, a bruise blooming under his left eye that he didn't quite explain before she noticed that she was in the Hokage's office going over her encounter with Obito and the details of their trip to the Land of Iron.
"Should she be alone like this?" Anko smelled like a milk-based soap, sweet and whole. Oh, right. She'd gone to the hot springs. When had she showed up? Aiko tilted her head back to blink up at the special jounin, eyes focusing on a strand of surprisingly long purple hair.
She'd missed something. People had moved around the room. Oh, hello Kakashi. She waved with her free hand.
Anko carefully pulled her hair out of Aiko's grip, agreeing with whatever the Hokage had just said. "Come on, then. We're having a sleepover with your bummer teetotaler bodyguard." Her tone didn't match her words- like Anko was perhaps not as displeased as she wanted to seem. Aiko shot a curious glance to Yamato and grabbed his arm, linking their limbs before he could lurch away or protest. But that didn't seem fair; Anko was left out of the chain. Aiko held her left elbow out wordlessly and Anko copied the linking motion Aiko had made to trap Yamato with a wry look over Aiko's head at someone Aiko didn't remember. They stumbled to someone's apartment that way. Aiko wasn't sure whose it was.
No matter how invitingly Aiko patted the futon, Yamato shook his head and refused to join her in curling up against Anko.
Wasn't he tired? He was going to be cold if he slept like that, arms crossed defensively over his chest. And his face was pink, probably already fevered.
"Don't worry," Anko drawled, sounding oddly close to laughter as she physically restrained Aiko from wobbling over to pull Yamato to lie down for his own good. "I'm sure that he'll regret that eventually. We'll get him."
"To bed?" Aiko confirmed, obediently curling against the older girl's front.
"Yes." Anko choked, petting the back of Aiko's head, inadvertently pushing her nose further into the mesh over her chest. "We'll get him to bed. That's a verb. That shit holds together, sweet pea."
Aiko hummed, nuzzling in.
She woke up at first light with a choked sob of pain. There was a sudden flurry of movement, but all Aiko could think to do was press her palms down over her eyes.
"Oh." Yamato, she identified the man's voice. "Just a moment." She swallowed hard, registering the sound of blinds being drawn over the pounding in her ears. "Is that better?"
"I…" she trailed off, unsure. "Maybe."
"Aiko." His voice was gentle. "Let's pull your hands off your face and see, alright?"
She really didn't want to. She didn't think she could do it herself, no matter how much it needed to be done. He must have seen that in the set of her mouth, because he knelt by the futon with a deliberate rustle of fabric and gently pried at her hands. She blinked into the dim light, feeling tears cling to her lashes. It hurt, damnit. But she could handle it.
Brow furrowed in concentration, Yamato wiped a droplet away and frowned at her. "There's a lot of redness," he said dubiously.
It took a moment to think that one through. Light sensitivity made sense, but redness?
'I was probably rubbing at them in the night and just irritated them more. All the stress and mind jutsu couldn't have possibly done anything to mitigate whatever's wrong with my Rinnegan.'
Anko cursed, wiggling out of the covers and twisting on the floor to have a look for herself. "There is," she agreed, an unhappy twist to her mouth. "I'll get Shizune."
"Get Sasuke," Yamato corrected, not unkindly. "I think we'd be better off with a medic who slept in the last twenty four hours."
Anko snorted in quiet concession, rotating her shoulders and maneuvering with a little shake in order to re-position the flesh colored fabric that had apparently slipped down under her mesh in a revolt against decency while they slept. "Fair enough, shitface. I'll be right fucking back."
Aiko tore her gaze away from the very interesting movements that Anko had been making just early enough to notice that Yamato had also been watching with wide eyes. She raised an eyebrow at him. He flushed and scooted backwards, skin a brilliant pink.
She carefully waited until the door had closed behind Anko to admit, "She's really sexy. I wish I looked like that."
Wasn't the first time the thought had crossed her mind. She'd wanted to look like Anko the first time she saw her naked in the hot springs-
Aiko flushed, suddenly thankful that there were no mindwalkers in the room.
"Don't. You're not half bad yourself," Yamato replied absently, still staring at his knees. "Different, but still attractive."
She could pinpoint the millisecond that he registered what he'd said by the tightening of his shoulders. Her mouth fell open. One of her first crushes- the man who'd been her best eye candy for years- well. "I thought you were incredibly good looking the first time I met you," Aiko shared, taking pity on his obvious humiliation. Then she paused, because that said something about the consistency of her taste. "Both times, actually," she mused aloud. "Did I really ask you-"
"If I am an underwear model?" he interrupted, strain obvious. "Yes. Please stop asking. It made me think about that time that the kazekage's sister-"
"Tried to get you to do her laundry in your swimsuit!" Aiko remembered, cracking a smile. That… Huh. That didn't seem as funny as it should. Was she jealous? She shouldn't be. Gaara had put a kibosh to the affair when he realized what the stuttering wreck of a Jounin was doing in their suites.
'Good dude, Gaara. Kinda wish I hadn't unleashed three bijuu on his country.' Aiko winced. 'Well. One hardly stayed out at all. So two bijuu, really, and two jinchuuriki.'
That didn't really sound much better, even in her head. How had he handled that? She hadn't the faintest idea.
"I should have been paying a lot more attention to current events," Aiko said ruefully, blinking down the pain and coming to a vertical position.
"You know, I often tell myself that as well," Kakashi mused.
Yamato yelped, falling onto his ass with a surprised expression. "Senpai!" he protested. "Don't do that."
"Don't do what?" He only sounded mildly curious. Aiko craned her neck to see the older man perched on the table, giving Yamato a pleasantly expectant look, like he hadn't just broken into someone else's house and waited for the optimally entertaining moment to reveal himself. "I didn't interrupt something, did I?"
'Of course he's not embarrassed,' Aiko thought with a rush of fondness. 'Shitbird.'
"Aiko-san?" Kakashi was looking at her with what she would have pegged as cool detachment yesterday. Today, it was painfully obvious that he was expectant.
"Shishou," she replied, because that was what he was asking.
The resulting smile was all the more brilliant because it wasn't a cheesy imitation- it was just creases forming around his eyes to match what she couldn't see happening under his mask.
Oh my god.
"I saw under your mask," Aiko blurted, more to herself than Kakashi. "I saw- and I didn't-"
"What?" Yamato yelped, leveling puppy eyes at Kakashi. "That's not fair. Senpai!"
"I was a bit underwhelmed by the initial reaction," Kakashi mused. He seemed disgustingly pleased with himself, almost preening.
She barely remembered what she'd seen. There's been a scar- and he was pale, but of course he was since he was always wearing that damn thing, and-
"I liked your teeth." Contemplatively, she tapped at her own. "Is that-"
"It's a dog-nin thing," he explained, dropping to the floor and ruffling Yamato's hair carelessly. The brunette was still sulking. "If you'd compare with a photo, yours are a little sharper than they were when you were a genin, before you contracted. But since you grew in your adult teeth long before you signed, you missed out on the full effect." He didn't bother to hide his amusement, lifting his pitch slightly to address Yamato. "You're still my favorite kohai, ne?" He kneed the ANBU's side.
Yamato looked up, sullen. "My feelings are still hurt."
"This is fascinating," Sasuke drawled, hip-checking the door open. He did not sound remotely fascinated. "But I think it's time for you two clowns to shut up and you to sit up so I can examine your empty skull." When Aiko didn't immediately move, he gestured impatiently to Yamato's couch. "Now."
"You got bossy in your dotage," Aiko mumbled under her breath, dodging the slap he aimed at the back of her head. "Is that really a good idea right now?"
"Can't hurt," he said blandly, taking her skull between his hands with a gentleness that belied his catastrophic bedside manner. Sasuke grunted in displeasure a moment later, but Aiko was already relaxing into the cooling relief his chakra offered. "Your tenketsu are swollen," he said, sounding personally offended. "What have you been doing?"
Oh, right.
"Is now a bad time to mention I have the Rinnegan?" Aiko murmured, leaning into his grip like an oversized dog. Dog, she needed to talk to her dogs. Would they still want to contract with her? Had they moved on? Gotten other jobs? Her chest ached at the thought, bereft.
"What?" Sasuke's grip tightened painfully for just an instant. Her world went white.
Aiko screamed, trying to wrench back away from the inhuman force digging into the side of her skull.
"Sorry!" He actually sounded flustered, ripping his hands away. "I forget how fragile people- my chakra control isn't as good as it could be," Sasuke changed tracks. His fingers hovered, clenching and unclenching.
"It's- fine. It's fine," Aiko decided, leaning back in. She swallowed, putting a hand on her chest. "It only hurt for a moment."
"Probably because bone was bending," Sasuke informed, apologetic. "I am sorry. My control slips when my temper does."
"And that won't happen again, right Sasuke-kun?" There was more than a hint of censure in Kakashi's tone.
"Right." Sasuke cleared his throat. "Ah. You were saying something about the Rinnegan?"
Instead of answering, Aiko closed her eyes, channeled chakra, and re-opened her eyelids to show off the Rinnegan.
'Would now be a good time to show the two middling stages?'
She bit at her lower lip, not realizing that was a contemplative habit she hadn't regularly indulged in for quite a long time.
It didn't seem fair to keep that information from Sasuke. But he'd always been sensitive about his family. What would that information mean to him? What did it mean in general? She'd taken for granted that these eyes had come from Nagato… But had they come from someone else beforehand? The Sharingan indicated that they could have been stolen from one of Sasuke's ancestors. That was pretty fucked up. But it wasn't really her prerogative to keep the information from him.
"There's this, too," Aiko said before she could change her mind, funneling chakra through her eyes to change to the Mangekyou and then the Sharingan.
'Wait. How did I know it was called Mangekyou?' Stunned, Aiko missed Sasuke's initial reaction. 'That wasn't anything I knew before, with Obito. I don't remember learning about it in my time in Konoha, either.'
Strange. She didn't remember learning it, but she remembered thinking about it? That didn't make any sense at all. How could she think about information that she hadn't acquired?
"At least that's something I am uniquely qualified to deal with," Sasuke was saying, just a bit unsteadily. "I've been working on the damage that airhead did to his Sharingan over twenty years of inexpert use."
Kakashi looked spectacularly uncomfortable, shoulders traveling up level with his ears.
"Down, boys," Aiko warned, reaching out to pinch Sasuke's side. He was too proud to squirm away, and too well-trained to let pain show on his face. "Both of you. Leave each other alone."
"Not Tenzou?" Kakashi asked with a pout, kicking a heel against the table leg.
Yamato wasn't being a brat to anyone else. "He's fine."
Her scumbag former shishou made an exaggerated sound of polite comprehension that prompted Sasuke's eyebrows to shoot up in question.
She wasn't interested in listening to Kakashi's play by play of the conversation he'd overheard between her and Yamato, so the subject needed to be changed. "Is there a problem or not?" Aiko pushed. "I have constant migraines, sometimes I have to lay down and avoid light. But I've been adjusting and making it work."
Sasuke rolled his eyes, placing his index fingers and thumbs against her temples. "I don't think you're about to go blind anytime soon, so that's a good sign. You actually have the chakra reserves to cope, unlike some peop-" his voice broke off in surprise, pitch veering unflatteringly high.
"Is something wrong?" It was Yamato who took a step too close, forehead creased.
"No." Sasuke drew back just enough to give her a baffled examination. "It isn't. I should give Naruto an ocular exam," he mumbled, leaving her confused for a moment before he continued in a louder tone. "You have the secondary chakra feed to your eyes that an Uchiha would," he explained, sounding personally offended by the medical anomaly. "It's not big enough. It's about the third the size of mine or Itachi's, half the size of Fukiko's." He shook his head, indicating a size with his thumb and fingers. "It's defunct from generations of disuse, I would presume. But you have an ancestor with a dojutsu somewhere in your family."
'That makes a lot of sense.'
Her lips twitched into something that definitely wasn't a smile. "I suppose that's why he knew to put them in my head."
Comprehension visibly dawned, darkening his features. "That's why you were taken-so that Akatsuki could have a Rinnegan user again." Sasuke huffed, blowing air out the side of his mouth to ruffle his bangs. "They weren't counting on how contrary you are." He sounded almost proud.
'I don't know if I'm complimented or offended.' She frowned, considering hitting him on principle. But more urgent matters distracted her. Obito. That was why she'd gone to all the confusing trouble- she needed to remember something to do with Obito. But try as she might, she didn't remember anything that would help explain how he could benefit from putting Konoha on guard to a possible attempt on Naruto.
The only people who could conceivably benefit from that were Konoha and her allies with jinchuuriki to protect. Gaara (who could protect himself)-Fuu (whose shithole village didn't seem committed to her well-being)- the two jinchuuriki in Mist, they had a lot of worry about didn't they, that was an interesting train of thought-
"Is something wrong?" Sasuke tapped the side of her head. For the first time, she noticed that her pain had been reduced. "I can't end it. It's going to be a constant, but I can relieve the pressure periodically. That'll have to be good enough."
Aiko nodded, opening her mouth to banish the irritation Sasuke seemed to be directing at himself for failing to solve a problem the first time he'd seen it. "I feel much better, thanks. I just drifted off for a moment there."
"I hear you've been doing a lot of that," Sasuke said, voice dry enough to chap her skin. "I don't know what Tsunade-shishou was thinking. That was an irresponsible decision."
"She was thinking that we don't have a lot of time," Aiko snapped, kicking him so that he backed up. She used the new space to stand. "We still don't. I should start packing."
"Already done." Yamato hooked a thumb over his shoulder at an intimidatingly oversized pack by the door. "I think it's all new equipment, assembled to match Tsunade's specifications."
She fought down a grimace. "Great," Aiko replied sourly. "I love wearing clothes that other people picked out for me. Really makes me feel like an adult."
"So does complaining, I suppose," Kakashi mused. He tapped a book to his chin thoughtfully.
Damnit, he was right. Had he always been obnoxious when he was right? She shot him an offended look that he didn't have the decency to quail from.
And for a moment, that nonchalance was unspeakably bizarre. Because she wasn't just Aiko, his student and comrade who pouted and begged pretty jutsu off of him and had nursed a thoroughly inappropriate crush once upon a time. She was also Aiko who had worn a black and red cloak and established her own niche in the criminal underworld and killed Ame nin with a giggle in her throat and thoughts in her head of the errands she needed to run at home once she was done. Aiko faltered, off-balance.
'Six months ago, I might have seriously hurt him for talking to me like that.'
The worst part of all was knowing that wasn't completely out of her original character. She'd killed Konoha citizens before- shinobi and civilians. Not always for the best of reasons, although admittedly not for anything quite that petty.
'I'm not the person he thinks I am. Maybe I never was.'
By the time she'd gathered herself, everyone had noticed the break in her composure. No one said anything.
"I should change." She pulled at her collar of her dark blue shirt and wondered where she'd put the headband and vest last night when she went to bed.
As if he knew what she was thinking, Yamato gathered and proffered the missing parts of her uniform. "Bathroom is that-"
"I know where it is," Aiko interrupted, giving him a disbelieving look. "This is the same layout as my old apartment."
Although it was obviously not the same building. The walls carried a much fresher wood scent, with the characteristic sweetness of Hashirama wood instead of old pine. It was less familiar and homey.
Yamato scratched the back of his head and looked away. "Right."
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seriously-mike · 9 months
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Like I said last time, AI image generators cannot replicate an artist's style. They can only provide an approximation, and not really a close one, and here's the proof.
The basic prompt uses an embedding of Keira Knightley's likeness, "embedding:keirkni as soldier with short brown hair, wearing black and silver scifi combat armor, city ruins background, cinematic lighting, high definition, detailed", the seed is locked as 91958671445024, the data model is Dreamshaper V6.3 for StableDiffusion 1.5. For each artist, "(painting by x):1.2," was added to the beginning of the prompt, with the exception of Liefeld (for whom it's "(comic art by Rob Liefeld):1.2,") and Studio Ghibli (for whom it's "(anime art by studio Ghibli):1.2,"). Now let's see.
Greg Rutkowski - once again, the similarity to Rutkowski's work is somewhere between jack and shit. Maybe the colors are somewhere in the ballpark, but compared to several other concept artists included in the test but omitted from publication, it's fairly samey. Ask for Axel Torvenius (of the new Wolfenstein games' fame) or Adam Adamowicz (concept artist for Fallout 3), you'll get the exact same damn thing.
Zdzisław Beksiński - the only similarity to Beksiński's work is the stupid hat with antennas on it and the rifle tangled in cables. Turns out that Midjourney can imitate Beksiński better entirely by accident.
Simon Stalenhag - I swear it's the same seed and prompt. Apparently, art of Simon Stalenhag consists of itty bitty characters facing humongous ominous-looking machines. Which is not that far from the truth. Asking for Jakub Rozalski gave similar results, just with an itty bitty character facing humongous ominous-looking ruined skyscrapers.
Rob Liefeld - while we can't see the character's feet and the outfit has uncharacteristically few pouches, the anatomy is as wack as if the real Rob Liefeld drew it. Not to mention the faithfully off-model face.
Ralph McQuarrie - a few bits of armor nicked from Captain Phasma's closet are the only things hinting that this is supposed to be based on the work of original Star Wars concept artist.
Todd Lockwood - the man draws mostly fantasy, not science fiction, which would explain the weird studded leathery bodysuit. Aside from that, not really close.
Hajime Sorayama - well what a surprise: this version of the dataset finally has it coded that Hajime Sorayama draws chrome butts. So it's super-tight chrome all around. But then, the prompt explicitly describes the armor as black and silver.
Masamune Shirow - leotards and thigh-highs right off The Major are spot-on, and the entire thing has the feel of promo art for the GITS game from a few years ago. I also tried an "anime art" version of the prompt and it's pretty much the same, just with more anime-style face and the legs being a little more robotic.
Studio Ghibli - funny thing, that. You could guess the inspiration seeing the old wooden windows and fluffy white clouds, not to mention the character heavily skewed towards "kawaii potato", but aside from that, not even close.
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i think you’re a panromantic lesbian who leans more towards men, but you’re still gay enough to like women and use them for your benefit, only to discard them when you’re done. you’re asexual ofc because nobody wants you, but you also think too highly of yourself, so you probably say “i don’t want it done to me” yet you’ll abuse people and use that asexuality excuse so nobody can come after you. i think your gender is demigirl or something because you’re not quite 100% (you’re 20% woman, 30% mental unstable, 10% delusional, 20% broke and in the slums, 18% disappointment, and 2% “man” or however you claim to be a boy). i think my math is right. anyway, you probably dabble a lot in neopronouns and i feel like you’re the type of person to use maybe nya/kawaii pronouns because you think you’re asian, although you’re painfully white passing and show absolutely no features of being asian, so your claims are either untrue or so minimal that you don’t have the right to label yourself as asian. get a dna test, freak. i hc your race to be white and irish. your religion is atheism because you probably believe you yourself to be a god when you’re not. some fun little hcs: you dye your hair every week because your “alters” want new hair colors, you only eat potatoes and corn. your “vessel’s” mother locks you up in a cage on the weekends for being a disappointment. you have to eat from a dog bowl, and if you don’t, you get kicked in the face (that’s why you look so deformed). you paint your nails pink to “break female stereotypes” when really you’re just solidifying them. your mental illnesses are adhd, schizophrenia, npd, ptsd (from your “abusive” partners and “horrible” childhood that made you form a “system”) and let me think… definitely not did/osdd and not bpd, i mark those off. you probably can’t drive and want to claim disability benefits so you don’t starve to death. oh right you also have an ed, i believe that. worthless piece of shit. you probably were severely neglected as a child because nobody could ever love a fucked up creature like you. i think these are all canon tbh, not just headcanons!
Joey is not panromantic and is not a lesbian. Ink is asexual because of trauma and developed sexual aversion disorder because of it. Ace is not a demigirl. Joey uses only ink/inks and a/ace for pronouns, which are neopronouns. Ink is Asian and not white. Joey isn't an atheist if you looked at the carrd ink has. Joey is a pagan luciferian angelhist Jew. If Joey would do that, we'd probably lose most of our hair from bleach, so, no, ink doesn't do that. A barely dyes ink's hair. We barely ever have potatoes and corn. She might be a shit mother, but she doesn't do anything even close to that.
A few of us alters like to paint our nails. Joy does as well, but ink is not a female. Joey has ADD, not ADHD. Schizophrenia is actually fairly likely as that runs in our bodily family on our bodily mother's side. No way in hell does Joey have NPD. It would be C-PTSD, which, yes, Joey does have. Clearly, ink has DID, and BPD is just a possibility. Yes, Joey can't drive. Lessons start in June/July around here, and you must be 16 for that. An age we turned bodily in December. Quite a few people in our system have them. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Do not call them headcanons. That's severely disrespectful. 🏢
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laviethepooh · 2 years
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genshin impact minecraft | headcanons
summary. how i would imagine genshin teens would play on a vanilla mc server
ft. every teen-age character (minus yun jin)
cw. modern!au
notes. it's divided by the three regions and there are some extra hcs at the end that didn't quite fit in. this is so random but it was the most motivation i had in a while 💀💀
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mondstadt.
albedo.
i feel like he wouldn’t really play
he’s an admin who just has access to creative mode
he’s never messed around too much but some are a bit afraid of his power
technically, he could do anything he wanted
other than that, he probably knows glitches or exploits for farming
amber.
gliding elytra champion of mondstadt
has some aesthetic/cutesy texture pack on
made a really cute tudor-style house to live in and decorated it
a very adept archer and has a pretty good bow and can shoot midair
has a stable for her many horses
barbara.
you thought amber had a cute texture pack? wait ‘til you see barbara’s pc
she likes to make kawaii builds
has a lot of pets… like a lot
probably only wears the helmet and boots because it looks cuter
all of her tools have mending on them
bennett.
probably gets his stuff blown up by creepers
falls into lava everytime he goes mining
tried to make a cute fireplace but now his house (built by fischl) is in flames
his armor and tools are always low durability somehow
good at the game, just very unlucky
fischl.
has a pet parrot (oz)
(but in this au would oz already exist irl? i don’t really know-)
people tell her to go to sleep in game but she likes phantoms
likes to do some roleplaying and sometimes they go along with it
she leaves some strange, cryptic signs every so often
noelle.
has a cookie and cake shop
an extremely strong player like she’s a carry
completely decked out in enchanted netherite and is hella rich
she loves mooshrooms and bees
has a lot of mending books
razor.
tamed all of the wolves and now has an army
really likes to eat potatoes and has a potato farm
probably eats raw meat and stuff like that for some reason
good at pvp
likes to wear iron armor even though he has diamonds
lives in a dirt and cobble shack in a taiga
sucrose.
the only person on the server who knows how to make all potions
other members on the server trade with her for potions
her house has a secret basement but no one knows what’s in there
her house is also very green with lots of nature it’s pretty cute
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liyue.
chongyun.
a minor minecraft noob so he has xingqiu to guide him
once put his bed next to xingqiu and had no clue what it meant
lights up literally everything and f7 is on at all times /hj
one time he got really paranoid by a parrot making a zombie noise
forces everyone to sleep so phantoms don’t spawn
hu tao.
has a minecraft cemetery for pets and stuff like that
she can use a sword and stuff but really likes using a trident
(honestly all of the polearm users probably use tridents)
all of her armor has thorns for some reason
pranks people with really good armor that has curse of vanishing
keqing.
likes to teleport with ender pearls even though it’s pricey
to be honest she probably doesn’t log in very often because of school
sometimes she’s a bit awkward and stubborn and doesn’t accept help well
wants to be a strong player but like girl you’re barely online-
xiangling.
the only person who knows every single recipe by heart
but still just eats rotten flesh sometimes
a little greedy sometimes when she sees a lot of ores
the type of person to have a netherite hoe
xingqiu.
honestly maybe a builder
his house is designed as a building in liyue
takes his school notes in minecraft books
good at knowing what order to enchant things in
absolutely loves pranking chongyun (put that mentioned parrot in his house)
probably learned redstone just to troll chongyun
xinyan.
her main goal is to blow up then act like she don’t know nobody
she’s a major noteblock enthusiast and will play music for everyone
naturally, she also has parrots who dance with her
her second goal is to collect all of the music discs out there
she likes hanging out in the nether because lava is cool
yanfei.
takes the minecraft “laws” very seriously
if she catches you digging straight down she’ll come for you
no one dares grief (not that they ever would) because of her
she really likes iron golems and has a few around
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inazuma.
ayaka.
true story: someone made her a snow golem and she was so shocked when they took the head off of it
has the best luck and always finds diamonds somehow
surprisingly good at pvp and mlgs
likes to wear her frost walker boots to get around on water
gorou.
really loves the sweets that people give him
a natural at pvp and is a god with a crossbow
i can’t decide whether he’d have dogs or not
helps out kokomi a lot
kazuha.
he used to have a horse and then he found a skeleton horse
its name is akari which means vermilion red + white jasmine
i feel like he just lives in some aesthetic place in the middle of nowhere
probably able to make really small and pretty houses
kokomi.
she knows how to do pvp but can’t execute it perfectly
but she can handle a fight and she’ll never die because she basically has infinite regeneration
likes to swim with dolphins in the water
also has an underwater base
thoma.
loves to fish whenever there’s a thunderstorm :))
he just likes to walk around and enjoy the beautiful scenery
if you look at his chest room, it’s super organized
oddly good at mlgs like does this guy ever die? (no)
definitely loves to help out everyone
yoimiya.
if anyone has fireworks for any occasion, it’s yoimiya
her home has buttons and pressure plates everywhere to trigger them
of course, her favorite weapon is a firework crossbow
just likes to play and mess around a lot for the fun of it
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extra.
childe.
they let him on once
but he annoyed everyone by asking to do 1v1s
he was banned because he joked that he’d grief (ruin) the server
they didn’t want to take chances so they just banned him
klee.
they wouldn’t dare let her in because she would 100% blow everything up
tnt and flint & steel are her best friends
tbh she probably has minecraft on her ipad
(*cough cough ipad kid cough*)
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chrissalys · 7 years
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So I wanted to start a gaming stream today but anxiety kicked in ( I'm not good enough... nobody's gonna watch it ... e.c.t. ) so now I'm browsing online stores and they shove the gaming related equipment to my face for freaky cheap... Is this some kind of sign? I wonder...
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twstwonderlandstuff · 3 years
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Octo Love! (Reader x Azul!)
Original song
My cover 
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In which [Name] gets a little too tired and goes on a sporadic singing journey.
It always feels like you’ve exhausted yourself to the max limit. Every day, you trudge back to Ramshackle, muscles and back sore from the work Crowley forces upon you, that damned bird. Every day, you collapse into the soft cushions in Ramshackle and fall asleep in 3 seconds, and after an hour-long ‘nap’, you wake up to see Grim sprawled on top of you, snoozing away (you’re always grateful for the ghosts you take their time to spread a blanket on top of both of you). 
But today… today was different. 
No, you’re still exhausted (come ON now, this is school and when does one catch a break from school?), eyebags visible, but this time, you don’t get the chance to go to Ramshackle. 
No-no-no. See, you’re broke. Very, very, broke, and you have to work, and what better place to get models, than working in Monstro Lounge, right?
Well, it depends. 
On good days, working there can be its sort of fun, with Floyd’s unstable mood swings, the business of the place, Azul (with his mafia-like nature) running the place to perfection, and Jade’s butler act, but on other days were simply dealing with that is too much. 
You lose all sense of logic and fear- throw that shit out of the window, dawg, it doesn’t matter.
Say it with me, loud in clear! LOGIC AND FEAR DOESN’T MATTER! Again! LOGIC AND FEAR-
“Shrimpy~?” Floyd asks, and you gasp in alarm, gripping onto whatever you were doing. What were you doing?
Ah, yes, cleaning Monstro Lounge after dark, right, right…
“Yo, Floyd…” You give him a weak grin, tiredly pushing the mop against the tiles. “I’m so… sleepy.”
“But you’re always sleepy.” Floyd points out, lighting up. “Ah, wait here, Shrimpy. I got something for you~” He quickly leaves, leaving you looking like a deer in spotlights. 
“Ehh… ah, whatever…” You mumble, going back to your duties. Oh god, the floor’s beginning to look like something entirely different….
“[Name]? Are you alright?” This time it’s Jade asking, his calm and soothing voice forcing you to rub out the sleepiness from your eyes. You know he’s not that concerned, but the verbalization is appreciated. 
“No, not really. Fuck, I just want-” You don’t get the chance to finish your complaint as Floyd bursts in, holding a sheet of music and a mic in hand. 
“Shrimpy~! You know when you sang that weird song?” Your eyes snap open for the first time, and your cheeks redden. Ahh…
It’s a song from your middle-school years, how embarrassing. You were talking with Floyd- well, to be precise, he was spinning and squeezing you about- and as he was spinning you, you began to hum a little tune. The eel picked up on it, and insistently asked what you were singing about, so you gave him the entire rundown of the song.
He giggled, saying how weird it sounded, but his grin contradicted his statement and before you could realize it, he dropped you on the ground and ran away, doing who knows what- and it seems that he’s…
“You… wrote the entire note-chorus- thing?! Based on what I said?!” You shout, skimming over the notes he’s written down messily. 
“Floyd, this is amazing, holy shit!” You gasp in amazement. “That’s so cool!”
“Hehe, sea otter helped me out! Sea otter’s too nice, it’s kinda annoying.” Floyd pouts, going to sling his arm around Jade. “Whatcha think, Ja-de?”
The twin smoothly takes the paper out of your hands and reads the notes, looking amazed. “Ah.. this truly is spectacular, Floyd. Good job.” He pats Floyd on the head, and Floyd grins at the praise. 
“What’s going on here?” Ah, the man of the hour, the head of the fish mafia himself, Azul Ashengrotto.
You might or might not harbor a tiny, insignificant crush on him. No, you don’t have secret doodles of him and you in the corners of your notebook, of course not! That very notion revokes the idea of logic!
But then again, didn’t you say ‘FUCK LOGIC!’ just a while ago? You did, didn’t you?
Well, maybe the crush is bigger than that. There might be a chance that it’s 0.1% bigger than that.
No, you most definitely harbor an obvious crush on the silver-haired bloke, and EVERYONE KNOWS, except the bloke himself!
“A-Azul, hey!” He waves you aside, used to the way you stutter when you speak to him.
 “Floyd, I believe I told you to check on [Name], not needlessly wave around a piece of paper,” Azul says, adjusting his glasses.
“But A~zul~ take a look! I, Sea Otter, and Shrimpy made this, you know! And I don’t wanna work anymore! I wanna play the piano~” Without giving Azul a chance to protest, he grabs you (and throws you over his back like a sack of potatoes) and the paper, and runs to the piano Monstro has, leaving Jade to deal with Azul. 
“Jade, set me down at once-” Azul complains as he’s handled similarly to you, looking undignified. 
“My apologies, Azul, but it wouldn’t do good to displease Floyd.” Jade chuckles.  “Besides, don’t you want [Name] to rest? It seems that you were quite worried about their health, fufu.”
Azul stiffens, a light blush adorning his ears. “I haven’t the slightest idea of what you’re talking about.”
“Ah, I must have misunderstood. My apologies.” Jade snickers, setting Azul down on one of the tables in Monstro Lounge, sitting next to him. 
You and Floyd are too far away to hear this conversation, with Floyd getting the piano up excitedly and handing you the mic. 
“Wait, are we going to play a concert? In the middle of the night?” You mutter, taking the mic dumbly. 
“Duh~ you’re pretty dim, Shrimpy!” Floyd snickers darkly, setting the music sheet in front of him and stretching. “What did Goldfish say…? Oh yeah, this spell!” 
After the spell was cast, the piano began to play a tune to what you’re familiar with. 
“Holy shit. It’s playing by itself?!” Floyd pays no heed to your words and began dancing. 
“Come on, Shrimpy, sing!” He encourages you, clearly having fun. 
Well, what’s the harm? You turn the mic on, and begin singing, moving your body for a bit.
“Ooo, we break the laws of attraction
Like you’re sent from above
Got a case of octo love”
Azul glares at the oddly fitting words but begins to slowly bop his head. Jade is smiling, stiffly dancing in his seat. 
“Ooo, we’re like a chemical reaction
Or a code you can’t debug
Got a case of octo love”
“She’s always turning to violence-” Floyd laughs particularly hard at this, and swings you around, leading you to giggle halfway through the song. 
“…’s so determined she’s timeless
And I’m so nervous I’m silent.”
Floyds leaves you be, and you pause in time with the music. 
“What if she finds out I’m lying?
What if she sends me home crying?
Why can’t I just be kawaii?”
“Isn’t that a term Idia-shii often uses…?” Azul mutters. Floyd comes closer to Jade and Azul, picking the latter up. 
“Wait wait wait-!” 
“Too late, Azul~” He plonks Azul, next to you, and you give him a grin. 
“Baby, baby, baby, you’re so fine-” You scream into the mic, clutching it like a madman. 
Mew mew kissy cutie, you’ll be mine-
Crushing, crushing, crushing, on AZUL-” 
The octopus freezes in shock, as you continue with the very, very fitting lyrics. Floyd’s going absolutely ham, doing some sort of ska dance with his twin as he laughs at your mistake. (RIP all the other members of Octavinelle). 
“Oh, did I say that out-”
No, did I say that out loud?!” You, being dramatic, clutches Azul’s hands and shake them, seemingly unaware of what you’ve said. 
The octopus face reddens almost immediately when you swing his arms as children do.
“Ooo, we break the laws of attraction
Like you’re sent from up above
Got a case of octo love”
The poor dorm leader would like to hide under his octopod forever now, thank you very much. 
“Ooo, we’re like an improper fraction
Hope this ship gets safe to shore
Though I’m quite unsure”
“Come on shrimpy, join us!” Floyd grabs you and Azul, and together, the 4 of you began dancing in a circle as the Dance Break ensues, your and Azul’s hands holding each other. Azul just repeatedly wants to die of shame and embarrassment. 
“She’s always turning to violence
I’m always turning to science
She’s so determined she’s timeless 
And I’m so nervous I’m silent.”
You lot stop spinning, dizzy, and out of breath as Floyd takes the mic and sings into it, surprisingly melodious (well, maybe it’s not THAT much of a surprise. He IS from the sea, after all.)
“What if she finds out I’m lying?
What if she sends me home crying?
Why can’t I just be kawaii?
And then I’m like…”
Jade takes the microphone, seemingly knowing the lyrics, and sings into it, making you cheer as you press close to him. 
“Baby, baby, baby, you’re so fine
Mew mew kissy cutie, you’ll be mine-”
You grab the mic back, spinning in place. 
Crushing, crushing, crushing on Azul-”
You point towards the dorm leader, who’s taken to sitting on the floor of Monstro Lounge and hiding most of his face with his hands, excluding his eyes, and come near him, getting your face a little too close to his liking. 
“And so I shout it out!” 
And so I shout it out loud!”
You grab Azul by the hand and drag him towards you, skillfully keeping him balanced. He can’t help but wonder, Where was this energy when you were working?
You began to do a sort of impromptu couple dance, your exhausted giggles and laughs slipping in and Azul sighs at the silliness of it all, but… he smiles genuinely. 
You look so plaintively happy here that he can’t help it, you know?
“Ooo, we’re like a warrior in action
Fit together like a glove-”
You shove the mic into his face, and he, in a low voice, murmurs. 
“Got a case of octo love…”
You gasp dramatically, looking like you didn’t notice him. 
“OOOOH MY GOD HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE?!”
“I’ve been right here the whole time…” He mutters, a little confused. Is this part of the song, or something?
“Ok, now I want to die.” You say, deadpan. The twins, who were back to their own ska dance thing, grabs the mic from you and pulls you and Azul by the arms (again). The four of you began to sing in harmony (as harmonious as you can get, anyway). 
“Ooo, we break the laws of attraction-”
You eagerly grab the mic back.  “A duet will maybe do... cuz I invited Floyd and Jade too!”
“Hehe, of course, you did, Shrimpy~”
“Smooshed together like a bug!!”
“Got a case of Octo love~”
You let out a huge laugh, giggling and snickering as Jade sets you down, catching your breath. 
“That was… fun…! But now, I...holy shit… I’m tired…” You gasp in exhaustion, falling flat onto one of the couches and quickly began to fall asleep, but-
“Ne, Shrimpy?”
With the last bit of your strength, you open your eyes just a tiny bit. “Wha..?”
“D’ya realize what ya said?” Floyd’s grin is wide like he was about to tease the SHIT out of you or use you in some way. He flops on the floor and leans onto your leg. 
“The song, yeah?”
“Hihihi, Shrimpy~,” The twin says. “You’ll see tomorrow~ goodnight.” He says quietly, a quick change of mood. 
“Sleep tight.” Jade laughs, sitting down next to you and putting his head back. 
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Azul finishes, sitting a bit further away from the 3 of you. 
“G’night.” Not a second later, and you are asleep, breathing softly.
*
“Ne, ne, Azul~? Watcha think of Shrimpy’s confession?”
“Th-that wasn’t a confession! It was a slip of the tongue.”
“Eh. You’re still gonna deny that. That’s cowardly, Azul~ Even Shrimpy knows better than that.”
“I must agree. Honestly, to think that you were beaten to confessing. And most oddly, too.”
“I...um…”
*The Leech twins grin widely at Azul’s clamming up. 
“Hmm~?”
“J-just leave me be!”
*With a face as red as tomatoes, Azul leaves, assuming to hide in his octo pot. 
[Thanks v much for reading! This is a better version of what I put out yesterday because god damn, that was disgraceful.]
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astrapure-a · 3 years
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*taps mic* tess has a Lot of trauma from well everything from Mar-Vell to HYDRA to SHIELD to new york to being locked away on asgard to thanos
in other words tess needs therapy but she doesn’t understand what therapy is thanks for coming to my TED talk
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edhelaran · 3 years
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hey wanna rp i rly admire ur blog pls respond
hey ,,, omg you’re senpai && i’m just a potato i’m not worthy ;A;  i love your impaler he’s so sexy cue thranduil blush when he first sees him && iunno maybe we could,,, uhhh,,, ship ??? they’d be so kawaii !! dracula can be uke ^w^
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milagrosen · 3 years
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Lol a Kawaii Potato I shall be, I may be short, but I'm twice as deadly! Also, I absolutely love your Aphrodite drawings! She is so beautiful! I love greek gods and goddesses too. This is just so good! Keep Up the great work Mila!! (I can call you mila right? if not then sorry)
Aw thank you for liking the Aphrodite pics! I was bit hesitant to post them but i’m really glad to see you guys like them!🖤 I gotta draw her again and maybe , definitely, Zag too! I’ve always been big fan of the myths myself. And yes of course, everyone calls me Mila that’s totally fine
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hongism · 3 years
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I mean what's gonna stop you from writing a dark academia royalty au *nudge nudge*😉😉😉just add it to the list hehe. You got those creativity juices flowing with you it will never end uwu. Let your friends encourage you! Just a little push. Excuse me have you ever heard of the kawaii potato😤you call yourself a potato hmph you are a potato, a kawaii potato. I still got things up my sleeves to continue calling you the cutest💕💕💕-🥺San Support Anon
nothing is going to stop me T-T and that is Dangerous:tm: for my poor wips folder ;;-; and i am NOT a kawaii potato maybe just an small n insignificant one but potatoes are also my fave thing so im kinda complimenting myself i suppose :3 but i’ll have you know that my arsenal of things to win you over is infinite and i cannot be beaten, i’m far too competitive 😤
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lilyvzs · 5 years
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Okay, just every other week maybe?? It wasn’t that bad, right?? We are very close to the part where you will all go: “Ohh, so that’s Bad Chemistry” and then the comic will have to be divided into two... haha. I’m not making any sense, I know.
If you want to join the world with no hiatus, you know where it is (hint: Patreon link in my profile wink,wink)
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