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sxcret-garden · 4 months

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Ateez Reaction ღ When you tell them you're horny in public [M]

ღ Ateez all members x gn!reader ღ genre: smut, reaction ღ warnings: mentions of semi-public sex in some parts

Hongjoong:

lil shit pt 1

is just gonna grin at you when you're at an event and you whisper in his ear that you're horny

the way he holds you close when he has his arm around you will immediately become more firm

he will be a tease about it and put more dirty thoughts into your head, either by telling you directly or by texting you paragraphs about what he wants to do to you across the room

observes your reaction closely and it brings him great amusement

until it's finally time that you can leave the event together

at this point both of you are so horny that you're not gonna make it home and you simply end up fucking in the car instead

Seonghwa:

has no idea what to do with the situation for like a solid minute

simply bluescreens because obviously if his s/o is needy he feels the need to please them but since you're in public he can't immediately do that, and that's very inconvenient

eventually figures out that a good next step could be getting you two home as soon as possible

and so he'll do anything to achieve that - even if you're out with friends or at an event he'll find a way for you two to leave early

the second you're home his lips are already on yours, and he can’t keep his hands off you as he's walking you over to the bedroom

Yunho:

you're out with friends as you whisper in his ear that you're horny

gives you that soft endearing laugh that's supposed to console you because he can't do anything about it at this exact moment

feels the need to stay glued to you afterwards, always having his arm around you and giving you small consoling touches (which do nothing to make you any less horny tbh jdhdjdjd)

that's until an opportunity arises for the two of you to sneak off without the others noticing right away

will take you by the hand and drag you off to the nearest bathroom

makes you promise to be quiet and will make it the hardest task ever by giving you the best head until he's sure you're satisfied

Yeosang:

has no idea how to react to you telling him this, but other than Seonghwa, he isn't going to recover anytime soon

he knows it's his duty as a good boyfriend to take care of your needs!! he's just too flustered to figure out how jxhddbhxbd

definitely needs a little push from you

so when you do drag him off somewhere the two of you can be alone for some time, that's when the gears up in his head finally start working again

and he WILL make sure to leave you absolutely satisfied in whatever short time you two have

is gonna give you such good head that you wish you could stay here with him all day

and needless to say, pulling yourself together afterwards is going to be the next challenge you'll face...

San:

the second you tell him that you're kinda horny, he gets horny too

will blush as he gives you a surprised look, but in his mind he's already going through all the different possibilities to get you two to the next best place to fuck

whether that's your actual home, or a public restroom, or a storage room, or wherever - he doesn't care

he knows you need him and that makes him need you too, but at the same time he knows just how inconvenient this situation is

keeps the perfect balance between consoling you and telling you to have just a bit of patience while figuring out where to take you

once he does find an opportunity, he doesn't waste a single second to take it, and he's gonna have you pinned against a wall and fucking you in no time

Mingi:

this can go one of two ways

he's either too flustered to function and doesn't really know what to do with the information

in that case he will eventually figure that getting you home asap would be favourable, so he'd try to make that happen

OR he eventually recovers and suddenly the idea of dragging you off and fucking in a semi-public space does sound kinda hot to him

needless to say, the thought gets him going as well, and so now you're just both looking for an opportunity to sneak away from the friends you're with

gets you off in a public toilet in a rush and you return the favour

however, this wasn't nearly enough for the two of you, so once you're in the comfort of your own home you can be sure there will be round 2 (or even more)

Wooyoung:

little shit pt 2

has soooo much fun teasing you about it

"Oh really? So what if I do this?" - touches you in inappropriate places without anyone seeing

and he's really good at sneakily making you even more horny without anyone noticing...

has the time of his life as he keeps riling you up with little touches and flirty looks and the occasional kiss right below your ear, disguised as just another innocent gesture between lovers

if you think he'll keep up the torture until you're finally home, you're absolutely right

isn't done with his teasing once you're home, but he'll make sure to make it up to you in ways that'll have you seeing stars in no time

however, he'd of course be just as happy if you turn the situation around on him and tease the shit out of him once you're home until he's literally begging

Jongho:

little shit pt 3

you'll wish you hadn't told him

simply reassures you that it won't be long until you get home once you tell him... only to end it with a sneaky comment meant to keep you on edge

will whisper the most subtle dirty things in your ear at the most unexpected of times throughout the day and have his hands on you more than usual

he knows exactly where the line is, and he'll make damn sure to balance on it as he messes with you

literally keeps his composure until the very end - and you’ll be surprised how quickly that changes once you’re finally alone

won't even let you be mad at him once you are finally home, he's simply gonna shut you up with a kiss and he'll be damn sure to make you think that enduring all his teasing was worth it

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zephyrchama · 4 days

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Belphegor followed you down the hall as you dragged your suitcase. It wasn’t very big, but it was still heavy and annoying to lug over the thick decorative carpets. Every time one came to an end, the luggage thudded loudly back onto the hardwood floor.

“You sure you have everything? You packed the pillow I gave you?” Belphegor sluggishly matched his pace to yours. Having long legs must be nice.

“Of course, I triple checked.” ”Good. That’s my fifth favorite pillow, so you have to come back and return it, ok?”

You nodded as the suitcase went over another bump. This was your third time going over this exact conversation.

It wasn’t just the youngest, all of the brothers were antsy about your little trip. It was written all over their faces as you arrived at the foyer where they were waiting. Satan and Asmodeus solemnly stood up from the steps they were sitting on. Mammon and Leviathan had a hard time looking at you, their eyes darted all over the walls and ceiling. Beelzebub offered to move your suitcase by the door.

Just one weekend away. That was it. Solomon volunteered to take you back to the human world for a bit. You couldn't let a rare trip home pass by, as who knew when the next opportunity would arise. You could eat some normal food for once and stock up on your favorite human things. Though, your housemates reacted like you were leaving for a year.

“Did you pack everything?” Lucifer asked.

“Of course, I triple checked.” Deja-vu.

“Even the lotion I gave you?” Asmodeus looked so worried. He loosely took hold of your forearm with a tear in his eye. “Don’t forget, the sun is awful this time of year. I’ll never forgive you if you come back looking like a lobster.”

“Asmo, I won’t.” You grinned at his silly concern and leaned in for a hug. Asmodeus did not disappoint.

Everyone else took a step forward, hoping for a hug of their own, as Asmodeus breathed into your ear, “I’ll be waiting.”

“You have my number. If anything goes wrong, call me.” Lucifer sounded so reliable as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

There were half a dozen chimes of “mine, too!” and “same here!”

You’d been away for longer trips. How in the world did these guys survive for so many millennia before you met them? You turned to look at Lucifer, wanting to counter that Devildom phones didn’t even work in the human world, but he probably knew that already.

"Don't talk to strangers," he reminded, "and don't go out alone at night. Some humans are worse than demons." He wrapped his arms around you and wished “safe travels.”

Mammon stepped up next. He forced himself to stare at you, haughtily playing off the sadness he was really feeling. His bottom lip jutted out a little more than usual. “Well! You’ll bring me back a good souvenir, right?”

“Oh? I don’t know, I might not have time…” It was playful banter, yet your words shocked him. Mammon’s eyes widened. He began stammering and gripped your fingers. You quickly performed damage control, “Joking! I’m joking, Mammon. Of course I’ll get you a souvenir.”

The younger siblings piped up, “us too!”

“I’m getting everyone souvenirs, don’t worry!” You already had a few gift ideas in mind.

Mammon put his forehead on your shoulder and a hand on your back that he rubbed. “But mine’ll be the best. I trust ya.”

“Don’t let Solomon give you any food he cooks,” Beelzebub warned. “Actually, don’t let Solomon give you any food. Ever.” He tried to give you a lumpy-looking cloth bag, no doubt filled with homemade treats to take with you. It smelled scrumptious. Only issue was, the bag was half your size.

“Beel, there’s food in the human world. I can’t take all this, why don’t you enjoy it with your brothers?”

Beelzebub frowned, setting aside his present. It tilted under the weight of its own contents. You felt a slight pang of guilt, but how could you carry it all? That much food could last you a week.

He picked you up for his hug, your toes dangling several inches off the floor until he gently set you back down. Belphegor caught you as you regained your footing.

His hug was simple and cozy. He tucked a strand of your hair behind an ear. “Don’t forget about my pillow.”

You suspected that if you ever actually tried to run away, these seven would go to the ends of the three realms to find you.

Satan nudged your luggage, observing the way it slided forward an inch. It was heavy to you, but clearly not them. “That’s really all you’re bringing? Do you have enough clothes?”

“Yes! You helped me pack!” The repetition was really starting to grate on you. Things were never this crazy when one of them had to leave the house for a few days. They wouldn't even care unless somebody went mysteriously unseen for over a week. “You all know I’ve got everything under control. I’ll be back in two days.”

“Hey, how come Satan got to help you pack?” Mammon complained.

“We did too,” Belphegor said, his twin in agreement.

“It was a group effort,” according to Asmodeus.

Mammon crossed his arms. "No way! You let these guys see your underwear?"

Satan ignored them. “Do you want another book for the road?”

“I’ll be fine.” You gave Satan his hug. After letting go, his fingers hovered by your side. “We’re teleporting there anyway. I don’t think there’ll be time to read anything.”

One suspiciously quiet demon in the back stared at the floor. “Two days,” he sighed. Leviathan did a poor job of hiding how upset he was.

“Levi, aren’t you going to say goodbye?”

“Yes!?” His head jerked up, met your gaze, and looked down again.

“I can’t leave until I get a full set of hugs from everyone,” you admitted. “I’m missing a very valuable part of the collection.”

Asmodeus and Mammon readily offered themselves for a second go. Leviathan’s cheeks flushed with envy and he grabbed you a little roughly, squishing his face into your shoulder. “You’ll take lots of pictures? A-and you won’t forget about us?”

You scoffed, “how could I forget about you? We’re bound together by a pact, aren’t we?” As for photos… you didn't know what would be interesting, but it couldn't hurt to take a bunch anyway.

Lucifer cleared his throat, signaling to Leviathan it was time to let go. "I miss you already," he muttered.

The seven of them followed you out of the house and down to the House of Lamentation’s front gate. It was like having a school of fish circling you. You could call it a miracle they weren't following you onto the main road, but if they went that far you knew they'd unreasonably demand Solomon take them along too.

“It’s just one weekend!” you reiterated. “Take care, you guys.”

They peered at you through the fence bars, waving when you glanced over. It was a sad sight, and possible attempt to make you come rushing back. If it was this bad already, you didn't want to think about how they'd act if you were going away for one week.

#maybe sequel when I come back? this was supposed to be more funny but it turned into more fluffy. hm!#i think my original thought was “mc going to a sleepover at purgatory hall and lucifer being all 'overprotective parent' about it”#idk about this but i wanted to get it out of my system so i'd stop thinking about it #obey me! swd #obey me swd #obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me scenarios #omswd #obey me x you #obey me brothers #obey me fanfic #obey me drabble #obey me fluff

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kitkatscabinet · 6 months

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TikTok made me do it

Pairings: 141 boys x gn! reader

Summary: With the kind of relationship that came with having a partner on deployment so often you've had to find ways to entertain yourself. TikTok provides a way to take your mind off things, it even gives you a few ideas to try out when he gets home. An opportunity finally arises when your partner won't pay attention to you no matter how pouty you get.

A/N: NSFW themes, minors jog on. @cooliofango @innercollectivecomputer

KYLE GARRICK

Kyle's always been an attentive lover, and any other day he'd drop everything when you called for him. Unfortunately, when it came to video games you often inadvertently became second place. The current culprit for stealing your boyfriend's attention? Baldur's Gate 3.

You're not entirely sure what's enraptured him so much given that he's hardly an avid DnD player but he's even kicked you off your own PC to play. You're softened a little by the fact he's made the player character in your image and has even downloaded mods to get it as close to reality as possible

The flattery quickly wears off when three days pass and Kyle barely glances your way. You'd even had to drag him into bed one night and he'd quickly fallen asleep on you, leaving you high and dry and so fucking horny.

You quickly decide that enough is enough. When the next day rolls around and you wake to Kyle already gone from your side and sat in your gaming chair you decide to pull out the big guns. You'd seen the trend floating around on TikTok for a while and decided it wouldn't hurt to try.

A quick shower later and you were covered in the lotion you knew drove Kyle wild. It's not until you reach the threshold of your door, naked as the day you were born that you decide to capture his reaction on film.

"Kyle, baby." Predictably he doesn't look your way, instead letting out an inquisitive hum and you hear the faint shout of 'ignis' from the speakers. Rolling your eyes you clear your throat, watching his reaction through your phone as you put a little more authority into your voice "Kyle, I need to show you something."

Luckily he knows better than to ignore that tone of voice, and you watch as his wide eyes get even wider when he takes in your nude form. Confidence sparks in your bones when you notice the way his gaze drags slowly down your chest, his teeth pulling on his bottom lip.

The game is completely forgotten he stands and walks confidently but still quickly towards you, hands settling on your hips. "What's this then? You feeling a little needy darling?" You nod breathlessly at his growled words, shivering when one of his hands cups your ass. "Sorry for ignoring you, let me make it up to you yeah?" He's dropping to his knees and you very quickly stop filming, throwing your phone somewhere across the room to be retrieved later.

It's not until a few days later that you notice your phone blowing up with notifications that you realise Kyle has posted the video himself. When you confront him about it he just gives you a smug smirk, "Did you think I didn't know what you were doing?"

JOHN MACTAVISH

Usually, you had to fight off Johnny to get a moment of alone time when he was home. It's why you're so perturbed when for the first time in your relationship you have to start chasing after him a little.

There had been instances in the past when your boyfriend became so focused on tasks that he'd forget the rest of the world existed, even then all it normally took to get his attention was to sit on his lap or call his name a certain way.

Not this time. Johnny wasn't the biggest gamer, he enjoyed playing here and there but nothing usually held his focus consistently for that long. Turns out that when it came to multiplayer with some of his teammates he couldn't get enough. Why this was the case when he's just spent months at a time in enclosed quarters with them you weren't sure, you'd joke that he was cheating on you with Kyle if you knew it wouldn't upset him greatly.

Of the two of you, Johnny was the sex addict, not that he'd been ignoring you. No, Johnny had still found time before bed but usually, where he'd go a few rounds he'd only give you one or two. You'd woken up that morning so horny and you couldn't wait. Commiserating with one of your friends over text they sent you a TikTok of one of the latest trends and said you should do it, joking that you'd have to send them the footage.

Immediately you're on board, promising to send the footage because both you and your friend know it will be hilarious. And hilarious it is, he's in the middle of a game, swearing over the mic his angry voice accented even more so than usual.

You have to shout a little to be heard over him and while he stops speaking he doesn't tear his eyes from the screen, "What's it babe? 'M in the middle of a game."

"I can see that" you whisper under your breath before putting on the tone that was reserved for when Johnny pissed you off. "John Mactavish look at me right now," you faintly hear Kyle ooohing from his headphones and Johnny instantly whips his head around so fast you fear for his neck.

You can't stop the laugh that bubbles past your lips when his eyes bulge out of his head. Controller dropped, he stands so fast his socks slip a little on the wooden floor. It doesn't deter him however and he attempts to launch himself towards you. There are several issues with this, his headphones are still on and you wince as his head jerks back slightly and he trips over the foot of his chair.

He's on his feet nearly instantly and you let out a squeal as he pounces on you, "naughty rascal," He nips at your ear. You don't make it to the bedroom.

SIMON RILEY

It wasn't that Simon was ignoring you, in fact, it was pretty much the first time since he'd come home that he wasn't touching you. Still, Soap had sent you a TikTok with a particular trend, trying to bet that you wouldn't do it.

You weren't a bitch so nearly immediately you stripped, strutting out into the kitchen with your phone ready to capture the moment Simon realised what you were doing.

You don't even have to call his name and he's turning to face you, forgetting whatever he'd been slicing on the cutting board and leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed. A smirk tugged at the corner of his pink lips, making the scars on his cheek twitch with the movement.

"Trying to seduce me Lovie? The fuckin I gave you this morning not enough?" Your skin runs hot at his words, stomach muscles clenching with an embarrassing amount of need from that one sentence. For fear of your words failing you simply nod your head, moving closer the second he beckons you.

"Needy little thing" he croons into your ear, wrapping one of his large hands around your neck. You choke on the whine that builds in your throat and you're powerless to do anything but go pliant in his grip as he spins you around and pushes you down against the cool bench.

It's not until hours later that you realise that when Simon took your phone he hadn't stopped filming. (Soap nearly throws his phone at Price's face when it clicks what he's watching.)

JOHN PRICE

It's not often that John brings his work home. The office he's currently holed up in with the mountain of paperwork is yours. Of the two of you, he's actually more irritated than you. Grumbling under his breath as you push him out of your bed and make him do the work.

A few times during the day when you'd walked past the open door to see him scowling with his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose you'd managed to make out the faint noises of him growling about work interrupting the sanctity of his home. Interrupting time that should have been spent fucking you.

Though you were the one that had pushed him into completing his work you can't help but get more and more heated each time you pass and witness him so worked up.

You try and stave off the arousal with a cold shower in the middle of the day. Drying yourself off, you collapse on your bed, not bothering to put any clothes on again.

An hour passes, occupied with scrolling on TikTok, spamming your friends with just about every video on your fyp. Checking the time you throw your head back with a groan, it's only been four hours but it feels like an eternity.

Sliding off the mattress you decide to stick your head into check on John one more time. To your surprise, he doesn't notice your bare form standing in the doorway. An idea springs to your mind and you quietly walk back to get your phone.

You manage to film yourself walking back and forth past the office, focusing your phone on John's concentrated face as you try not to laugh, a total of four times.

It's after the fifth time past that you somehow don’t notice that he's finally left the desk and snuck up behind you until warm calloused hands cup your chest. His beard scratches against your spine and you throw your phone in surprise at the unexpected sensation.

"What a sight for sore eyes you are" he rumbles, one hand moving torturously slowly down your belly, pausing just above your navel. He plants wet kisses down your back, only pausing to occasionally grumble out something filthy.

"John! What about your paperwork?" Your words are weak and lacking in any real concern but your husband simply hums dismissively.

"Paperwork can wait love, it's time I had a lunch break anyway."

#x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader x simon riley #kyle garrick #gaz call of duty #simon riley #john mactavish #john price

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mochinomnoms · 3 months

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Inspired by the Irish twins stuff - if Yuu is with both tweels, I can imagine that would be trifold and may turn into a competition (with Yuu's consent) to see who can have triplets first.

Tweels parents are thrilled with all the grandeels while Crewel and School Nurse are this 🤏 close to making Eel skinned boots.

Meanwhile Uncle Azul visits and baby Eels are crawling all over him enough to distract him from the tweels and Yuu leaving to try for triplets.

SCREAMS IRISH TWINS AND TRIPLETS WITH THE TWEELS AAAAA

It 100% turns into a little competition between the brothers. They're not sure how they can tell that the first pair are Jade's, Yuu thinks it must be a scent thing. Floyd is upset though that he didn't win first, so a new bet is made on which one of them can get Yuu knocked up with triplets. Floyd is especially giddy at the idea of triplets for some reason, so he's trying to sneak them away from Jade after the twins are born. It's to no avail, as Jade is attached to Yuu's hip, and Floyd is so weak to the cute little babies in the bassinet, so he's now just making sure Jade can't take them away and beat him again.

The perfect opportunity arises when their family and the Ashengrottos show up to give their congratulations and see the twins. Mama Leech and Mama Ashengrotto are cooing over the twins, Azul is congratulating his friends (and trying not to cry over being the other godparent for both kids), and Papa Leech is talking with Azul's stepfather.

“I do hope we get another grandchild, large families are so rare under the sea, but humans have them all the time! It would be nice, though, do humans usually have twins or triplets?”

They don't, but that's nothing that a potion can't fix. It was Jade's best class, after all. Floyd is surprisingly sneaky, taking Yuu up to the bedroom with the excuse that they need to rest and asking his and Azul's mom if they could take care of dinner and the babies for a bit. They accept with no complaint, though Mama Leech notices a gleam in Jade and Floyd's eyes as they walk Yuu up the stairs.

A person can get pregnant up to 3 weeks after birth, so they gotta get started asap. Floyd's extra determined to win this next bet after all.

(A few months later, after they announce that they're having triplets, the tweels find themselves cowering behind Yuu as Crewel and the nurse attempt to strangle them.)

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #floyd leech #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #i am so weak for the tweels alskjakskajfsflk #floyd would probably fuck yuu's brains out so many times just to make sure its his seed that takes this time #screams

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cheesus-doodles · 10 months

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Star-Crossed by Choice

Yandere Raihan & Leon with Champion Darling

Pokemon SwSh and SV Crossover

Masterlist

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been a hot minute since i've posted, so please enjoy this brainrot that has been eating away at my brain - i know its not the usual TR but gotta get it out somehow. next on the menu would (finally) be A Friend in Me!

cw: use of female pronouns twice

The pokeballs hidden deep within the depths of your bag wriggled impatiently, and you giggled at the sensation against your back. You couldn’t blame them for wanting to escape from the confines of their balls, not with the hum of life that filled the air of the small town of Cortondo. But this was neither the right time or space. It had been some time since you dared to let them out for a breath of fresh air and to stretch their limbs after all, and you silently promised both them and yourself that you would the moment the opportunity arises.

The evening was a welcomed relief from the scorching heat of the afternoon that had left you drenched in sweat - the air was crisp and fresh, just dry enough to lift the sweat from your panting skin but not enough to suck all moisture away. A far cry from the humid day under the blistering sun; much unlike what your usual day would be like spent wandering and exploring new grounds, you instead had been forced to duck into the air-conditioned shops for a break. Strolling down cobbled pathways, the little colored flags that stretched from rooftop to rooftop waved invitingly at visitors from all corners of Paldea, the calls of shopkeepers adding to the general hustle and bustle as the town came alive once more, the sun sinking ever lower towards the horizon.

Your heart wrenched, the pain in your chest sharp. Despite your urge to shrink away from the masses of people, all the eyes you could feel watching you, there was no denying that you missed this. You missed being free. Just being able to walk through town without a care in the world, without anyone hovering over you, one arm slung tightly around your shoulders. Not having to constantly worry about your Pokemon friends getting hurt because of something stupid that was your fault. You never thought you would have ever been able to get a second chance at freedom, to start all over again from scratch; that brazen escape you had risked your life and limbs on seemed to have paid off, though you had to turn your thoughts to the present to stop the tears from welling at the thought of everything and everyone you left behind.

Amidst the crowds of students all dressed in the same Uva Academy uniform as you, out and about and eager to discover when their own ‘Treasure Hunt’ leads them to, you felt secure. You felt like you blended in for once. Maybe it had been worth it, changing both your hairstyle and color, making sure to dress down and look down. Maybe you could be safe here.

“Hey!” A call of your name cut through the commotion of the crowd like a knife through butter. You jolted as one hand came flying down to smack you on your shoulder. Whirling round, you came face to face with those excited orange eyes framed by three signature green strands of hair. “I thought you’d never come!” The president of the student council was as enthusiastic and energetic as ever, not seeming to have noticed your startle, instead beginning to shake you by both shoulders as she all but shouted her questions at you. “Which gym have you defeated? How strong are your Pokemon? Do you want to battle?”

You opened your mouth, but as usual, no words seemed to come out. Perhaps it was the crowd, everyone else around the two of you that is. You had managed a few words to the friendly Nemona previously, back when you parted ways at Mesagoza; a rare and unusual occurrence, given how your throat usually opts to clam up in front of anyone but your parents, but it just goes to show you have come to trust the loudmouth girl. Your social anxiety didn’t quite show around her like it did everyone else.

Lifting both hands in a surrender and placating manner, it was beyond you how you manage to calm the other down, before reaching into your pocket to shyly show your friend the two badges that you had obtained so far in all the days you had been wandering. It wasn’t much you knew, and it wasn’t much on purpose. After all that had happened to you back in Galar, you were afraid to go down the League route again, let alone touch anything that had the word ‘Champion’ in it with a fifty-foot pole.

To your surprise, Nemona was elated. “WOW! You already got two? I knew you had potential!”

You blinked, confused. Wouldn’t she have expected more badges? Was she just hiding her disappointment? The Champion-ranked trainer didn’t give you even a minute to breathe though, hooking one arm through yours and starting to drag you towards the nearest restaurant. “I want to hear ALL about it, you understand?” There was no time to finish your thoughts as you had to scuttle to keep up with her incredibly quick walking pace, and the two of you disappeared from the streets and into the depths of some place you couldn’t catch the name of.

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Outside, a different story was unfurling, a pair of teal eyes was fixed firmly on the doorway that you had just disappeared through from beneath the shade of a hoodie, a frown pulling at his usually upturned lips. From across the street and with most of his deceptively lean self hidden behind a wall, there was no doubt in his mind that it was you. A restaurant was no place to cause a commotion, Raihan knew; who knows what you could resort to if cornered? You had escaped once, what was going to stop you from running again? He had waited and waited for this moment despite not being a patient man, but perhaps it wasn’t a bad idea to let you enjoy your last hour of freedom. There would be the rest of eternity with you after all, and he didn’t intend on letting you run wild again.

One tanned hand reaching up to pull his hoodie further down his face, Raihan leaned back against the wall, bringing his cold drink up to his lips. Soon.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, with each second feeling more like years passing by. The crowds of students of varying ages, all clad similarly in that signature purple uniform, drifted past where he stood like a gentle wave, the town slowly clearing of people as the minutes ticked by. The sun that had once ruled the sky had now fully set, sinking past the distant mountain horizon with a grand burst of colors; the evening rays had been the herald for the star full of skies that now twinkled above. Yet the Galar Dragon gym leader kept waiting. Even if his eyes drifted away from the building, to gaze at the empty distance and wonder of the different Pokemon that wandered this region, or to scan the throngs of people for threats, there was no activity in or out of the restaurant that he missed. All the while, all Raihan could do was recall the night you had disappeared again and again in his head as he glared down at anyone who dared venture too near: the sheer horror of finding you missing from your room in the morning, your confiscated Pokeballs gone from their secured box. The feeling of his gut dropping straight out the bottom when he couldn’t find you after tearing the entire estate apart, his own Pokemon returning empty-handed after he had sent them out to track you down in a sheer moment of desperation.

Never again would he let himself feel that way. Never.

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You finally reappeared through the doorway long after his patience had worn out, but instead of the usual annoyance turned anger, the tanned man felt his breath hitch. You looked so very different yet at the same time, so very familiar. What a sight for sore eyes. The way you stood beside your new friend, huddled as close as you dared go, those doe eyes of yours fixed on a random spot on the ground. Small smile pulling at your lips as you fidgeted with the hem of the shirt of your school uniform, listening carefully to everything your energetic companion was spewing at you.

There was nothing you could change about yourself that would be able to hide you away from him: not changing your hairstyle, your hair color, the type of clothes you wear or even the color of your eyes.

But all his joy at seeing you once more was instantly wiped away when he had to witness you lifting your eyes to meet the other’s. And the anger that raged in his chest igniting once more at the sight of your lips moving - almost as if you were speaking. Sure there was no one else but the two of you lingering on the porch of the now-dark restaurant, but you never spoke to anyone but Hop. Not to him, not even to your Pokemon in the presence of another. Selectively mute, was what your all-too innocent mother had happily informed the gym leader when he had paid her a visit to collect some clothes from your house. Even Raihan himself never had the privilege of hearing your sweet voice in person.

So who was this bastard?

Watching as you stepped off the curb and back onto cobblestoned streets, there was no time like the present - with the dwindling masses and the shops closed or closing. Raihan pushed off the wall, both hands sliding into the front pockets of his jacket, each stride bringing closer and closer to your little duo. You never even noticed.

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The unease you had in your gut had been growing for a while. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what caused that feeling, but it certainly was shared by your Pokemon, their balls having wriggled restlessly all evening where you had hidden them in the depth of your bag. But being out with Nemona gave you a sense of security, and despite your better your judgment, you had pushed the nagging voice to the back of your head. It was probably nothing.

Until it wasn’t.

“So there you are, lil champ,” came that all too familiar drawl. You froze mid-step as a long shadow fell over you. You knew that voice, and you knew it too well for your own liking. The hairs on the back of your neck instantly stood on end as the smile fell from your face. “Never thought you’d go all the way back to school just to hide from me.”

There was no answer from you, but Raihan just kept speaking as if he didn’t notice. “Have to say you fit right in though. You do still have a lot to learn, don’t ya?” You didn’t have to turn to look to know who it was standing behind you, cold sweat already beading at your forehead as you stared down at the pavement, your eyes quavering. No way. There was no way he could have already found you. You thought- you thought you had made it far enough. You thought you were safe.

“You thought you were safe?” It was as if the man in the dragon hoodie towering over you could read your thoughts - no, in his presence, there was no doubt that your mind was like an open book. “That we would never be able to find you because you ran overseas?” Those deceivingly downturned eyes glared a hole into your back, his lazy smile deceptively kind. “Aren’t ya going to say anything?”

Your new friend seemed to have taken notice of the sudden fear that washed over your entire posture, and in an instant, you were pushed behind her back, Nemona’s gloved hand going almost threateningly to the Pokeballs that hung by her belt. “Excuse me, but who are you?” The usually bubbly voice you had come to know was suddenly firm, every bit of enthusiasm having faded away into this serious side you had only encountered once.

The Galar Dragon gym leader was hardly intimidated by those orange eyes, ignoring her as his dragon-like gaze continued to stare you down, the pressure alone from the fixation enough to force you to freeze. “Can’t even look at me, huh? Rude.” He knew you couldn’t. Raihan of all people knew better than most you couldn’t meet his gaze. The only response that left your lips was a whimper, your figure starting to quaver as the tears welled at the corner of your eyes.

But the annoying girl with the three strands of green hair butted in again, this time withdrawing a Pokeball to fully hold in her hand with the other arm wrapping comfortingly around your shoulders. “You are scaring my friend, and I do not appreciate that. Please leave.”

Raihan’s eyes finally slipped to the little insect, that razor-sharp gaze losing any and all interest. “And who are you?”

“Nemona, president of the Uva Academy student council and Champion-ranked trainer.” She announced, and the tanned man almost groaned out loud. Of all the places to possibly find you at, of course you had chosen the company of another champion.

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Though it was a third voice that finally shattered your heart and any hope of escape you had left. “Champion?” The voice rang out from the darkness of the unlit side street. “I thought you were done with champions.” The pounding of heavy footsteps, and that unmistakably mob of long purple hair emerged into the dull light of the overhead streetlight. Just when you thought your heart couldn’t sink any further, your poor beating organ simply opting to fall straight out from your chest. Leon.

If Leon was here...

Nemona’s grip on you only tightened. “Who are you?” She demanded again, putting herself directly between you and the two men. You wanted to thank her, to say something, to say anything, but all you could do was tremble, your feet rooted to the ground no matter how much you screamed at yourself to move. No way - no way. How did they find you? “What do you want?”

There was no escape. You were trapped.

Her question was answered by the whispers of the gathering stragglers that still wandered the otherwise quiet streets of Cortondo, though the growing number of eyeballs didn’t help you feel anymore at ease.

“Isn’t that… Leon and Raihan?”

“From Galar?”

“World number 1 and 7?! But what are they doing here?”

“Who’s that with Nemona?”

Your stomach churned, and you could feel the bile starting to rise through your throat. Leave. You wanted to leave. To run. To be anywhere but here.

The student council president was quick to realize that there was a lot more to you that she didn’t know, and that orange gaze, slowly but surely, turned on you. The reassuring grip she had on your shoulders never left, and Nemona gave you a tight squeeze. “What’s going on?” She whispered to you, but in the dead silence that suddenly fell over the night, everyone could hear her loud and clear. And what do these Master-Class trainers want with you? Was the unspoken question you heard loud and clear.

A single heartbeat of silence.

“Turn around, Galar Champion,” Leon ordered. There was no room in his tone for anything but absolute obedience, and against your will, you obeyed. Hesistantingly, shuffle by shuffle, you turned to face them, though your eyes remained firmly fixed on the ground, trembling hands gripped so tight that your knuckles were white.

Nemona’s eyebrows shot through the roof, and her voice pitched. “Galar Champion?!” And the growing crowd broke into a new round of frenzies whispers, every eyeball now on you, scanning you up and down in disbelief.

A little thing like you? Champion?

“Never told you huh?” Raihan crowed. “That she had an entire team of Pokemon that could run at Champion League levels?”

Leon only continued to study your form mutely as Raihan continued to taunt Nemona with his knowledge, those once-friendly yellow eyes now almost seeming to glow in the dare as they peered straight into your soul. Taking a single step in your direction, it was enough to have you shrink away, your eyes flying shut and your shoulders hitching up. Almost as if you were expecting to take a hit from the former Galar Champion.

“So you have our Champion, and we’ll like her back. Please.” Finished the tanned man. Baring those sharp teeth, the smile that pulled at those lips was anything but friendly, Raihan once more turning his gaze back on you.

“Are you ready to come home?”

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chernabogs · 7 months

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Congratulations on 100 followers!!! I'm so glad to see your work getting the love it deserves! If it's alright with you (and please don't feel pressured, I just saw your reblogged prompt list and had a thought) I would like to request Jade and Reader with the "You're about as intimidating as a butterfly" prompt. I'm just curious as to how you would write something with Jade since I enjoy how you phrase things in your works. And again, congratulations!!!!!

WAH THANK YOUUUUU so excited to dig my hands into some Jade stuff

RHODOMEL

Inc: Jade x Reader, some Floyd (naturally), a touch of Azul Warnings: None! WC: 2.3k Summary: It's a quiet night at the Lounge, and his newfound conversation partner has just arrived.

Most people would hate it—'it' being the concept of a routine. A baseline set of tasks to complete at a certain point of time, day in and day out, which serves as both a tether and a guide for how the hours are meant to play. Jade follows somewhat of a routine in his life. Waking up, attending classes, and then in the evening assisting with the operations at Mostro Lounge.

Sometimes there’s a wrench in his routine. Floyd may shake things up (he, who lives with no routine at all), Azul may request something be looked into, or he may find himself with a few spare hours on the weekend to venture off into the mountains that lay scattered around the island. He doesn’t mind the changes—he’s rather quick at adapting to things on the fly—and he also doesn’t mind the conflicts that arise with them.

“—and at least twenty pounds of tomatoes.” Azul is next to him at the ‘bar’ area of the lounge, dubbed so despite the fact that no alcohol is permitted to be served on campus. He’s hunched over on a stool, his uniform half complete and his sleeves pushed up as he writes out the stock order that’s meant to be sent tomorrow evening.

Floyd has that task. Jade wonders if he’ll feel up to it when the time comes, or if he’ll be taking it on instead. Not that he minds.

“Twenty?” He muses as he picks up another glass to wipe clean. “We often order less than that.”

“There’s a discount for twenty. We’ll think of new dishes with tomatoes to add. Perhaps we can also get in touch with Lilia to see if he’ll buy some…” Azul hums back as his pen continues to strike across the stock paper with vigour. Jade feels a twinge of amusement at the way the man is already strategizing how to make a profit from their purchase.

His attention is then drawn back to the patrons currently in the lounge. It’s a quieter night—which makes sense, considering that this is on the brink of midterm season. A few Pomefiore students are in a booth in the corner, and he spots a Diasomnia boy with two Octavinelle ones at another table. One of the lounge’s waiters moves between the tables with practised ease.

Then he hears the door open. He feels that twinge of amusement grow when a familiar face passes through the threshold with a frown—possibly from the way this night seems particularly colder than most.

“You have an expression I’m not too sure I like.” Azul’s voice draws his gaze once more. His friend, as he supposes that’s the best way to coin it, observes him with narrowed eyes before looking back to the door. His expression then shifts to a brief flash of understanding before he chuckles and closes the order books.

“Done?” Jade asks innocently as Azul pushes the stool in with a sly look.

“Do remember to restock the limes.” Is all he says before departing for his office, leaving Jade alone in the bar area, and giving their new customer an ample opportunity to approach.

He knows that you will. This has become somewhat of a routine for you, although you still try to play it off like you’re not coming in here to speak with him for an hour or so. He finds it quaint that you come up with new excuses each time you sit at that bar and order something for him to make. A part of him wonders where you get the funds to come out nearly twice a week—but then again, why question where the money comes from when he’s the one receiving it in the end?

“Welcome.” He muses as you sit down in your usual spot, right where Azul was sitting moments earlier. He sets another newly scrubbed glass down before pulling out the lounge’s menu and sliding it your way. “I would imagine you’d be too preoccupied with your midterms to come visit tonight.”

“I'm considering this a study break,” you counter as you peer at the menu.

Jade feels a slightly genuine, but still mostly polite, smile play at his lips as he looks back out to the lounge. He spots Floyd lurking by the door, and when the two brothers make eye contact, the latter's expression lights up. Jade hums quietly when the other starts to make his way over.

“This is bullshit!”

That is, until an explosive voice from the table with the Diasomnia boy stops everyone in their tracks. Even you turn to look back in surprise, as Jade sets yet another glass down to observe the next few moments with interest.

He doesn’t feel the need to step in. Floyd’s attention has already been diverted, and the boredom his twin was feeling hovering by the entrance is now suddenly abated as the grin on his face grows wider. You look back to Jade, who glances at you and flashes yet another polite smile.

This isn’t unusual to happen in the Mostro Lounge, especially during exam times when students try all that they can to swindle opportunities for higher grades with less of the legwork. Jade has never quite felt any sympathy for those who approach Azul, or anyone else in Octavinelle for that matter, in a bid to gain a higher grade. Perhaps it was his upbringing under his parents guidance or perhaps it’s just the constant exposure to Azul’s strategies, but he’s always been under the impression that one gets what they deserve in the end—regardless of what they do.

“Floyd looks way too happy about this,” you murmur as you turn back slowly to look at the menu. Jade picks up another glass with a soft hum.

“I have no idea what you mean.” He continues to clean the glass as the volume from that table grows, now drawing more attention towards the conflict. He can see that it’s beginning to disturb the clients—yourself included—and he has half the mind to go silence it himself. Floyd is taking far too long, playing around with the students and goading them on.

The Diasomnia boy, in his fury at whatever the other students just tried to rip him off of, turns around and in that very moment catches Jade’s eye. It takes very little facial expressions or micro-movements for the students to quickly sober up, and then turn red in a combination of both embarrassment and fear. He grabs at his jacket, slamming his madol down on the table, before storming out of the lounge with Floyd trailing along behind. His twin's laughter is audible even when the doors close. Jade returns back to his duties as you nudge the menu forward.

“It’s quite interesting how fast that student ran out of here when all you did was look at him.” You muse, resting your chin in your palm as you peer at him. He feels that twinge of amusement again in his gut. If one were to see the two of you right now, they might think that you’re making eyes at him. Perhaps you are, unintentionally or not, and it’s this thought that makes him decide that he’ll humour your conversations once more.

“Is it?” He replies, cryptic as always as he glances down to the drink menu. This isn’t necessary—he knows every item on display by heart at this point. After all, he’s one of the people who devised it to begin with. “Why do you say so?”

“From where I’m sitting, you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly,” you counter. He stifles a laugh as he glances back at you. His smile almost reaches his eyes this time.

“From where you’re sitting? Then perhaps you should move a bit closer—or order a drink that improves your sight.” Another glance at the menu. “Are you ready to order, by chance? The fact that you slid this my way tells me so.”

“I’d like to move closer…” he hears you grumble under your breath before you shake your head. “I can’t decide. What is it that you’d recommend for tonight?”

For tonight? He recalls vaguely what the weather was like outside before he sequestered himself back into the lounge’s kitchen and storage rooms. The sky had been a mess of gray clouds swirling above, with flecks of white snow gradually descending to kiss the earth. He’s been on land long enough now that the first snowfall of the season has lost its allure—although Floyd still finds amusement in it, when the mood strikes. “It’s rather cold out there right now, isn’t it?”

More patrons leave until it’s only the two of you left—save for Floyd, who skulks off to Azul’s office with a pleased grin on his face. Jade hums softly again as he sets another glass down.

They would be closing soon enough. Perhaps something off the menu could be made—as a slight nod to your continuous patronage.

“Do you like tea?” He asks after a moment, sending a glance your way. He can see your expression perks up slightly. Even if you don’t like it, something tells him that you’ll be apt to accept whatever he sets down in front of you anyway. Perhaps he can use this to his advantage later—he’s beginning to feel bored with only using Silver as a guinea pig for his mushroom dishes.

“Depends on the kind.” You try to play off your brief excitement with a more relaxed answer as you lean against the bar once more. Jade has to hide the amused little quirk of his lips as he kneels down to put the glasses away.

“I was taught by Kalim most recently a way to brew tea that I have been itching to try once more.” He looks up from behind the counter, his eyes slightly shadowed in the light, and he can see your curiosity growing. “Would you be so kind as to let me do so?”

True to his prediction, he sees your lips curl into a smile and you nod, giving him your permission. This time Jade does little to conceal his own pleasure over your comment as he rises back up and brushes his hands on his uniform pants.

“Wonderful. We may as well go into the kitchen for this. I’m beginning to have doubts that we’ll be seeing anyone else tonight.”

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Truthfully, he doesn’t mind the company. Unlike his brother who often flips between wanting to be around others and wanting to just be alone, Jade finds himself in a consistent state of ambivalence towards company. Your company may rank a bit higher than others, only because you let him do things like this without protest.

“This is a spin on rhodomel that I’ve been testing out.” he explains, as though giving a lecture as he holds up a tea blend infused with roses. “Traditionally, the drink is a mead made of honey, water, and some syrup—but we aren’t permitted to serve any alcohol, and so I make do with what I can.”

He recalls Kalim’s instructions for brewing—along with the horrors of just how much sugar the other man dumped into the drink. Jade gestures for you to have a seat as he sets the kettle up.

The kitchen of Mostro Lounge is large enough to accommodate more than a few people, and yet you situate yourself right next to him at the counter, watching each step he takes with an astute interest. It’s almost flattering just how keen you seem at making sure you don’t miss a single action of his.

He puts the leaves in the kettle and boils them before preparing a few more herbs of nature that he doesn’t fully disclose. Once the boiling is done, he pours the tea into the herb bowl that he’s prepared, drops a few sugar cubes inside, and then pours the blend into one of two cups he’s set aside.

“There,” he muses before grabbing a bottle of honey from a nearby counter and adding a dash of that as well. “Perhaps it won’t be as savoury as rhodomel is alleged to be, mainly because we haven’t let it steep for too long, but I do hope it’s somewhat enjoyable.”

He nudges the cup towards you with his usual coy smile. “Enjoy.”

You take the cup without so much as a second thought, blowing on the hot brew before taking a tentative sip. Truthfully, Jade has never even tried this himself—if it tastes like shit, then he’ll be able to tell by your expression, despite the words of praise you may give. You’re a readable person.

He appreciates that to a degree.

But then your eyes light up, and you take another sip, and he knows that he’s performed somewhat of a miracle with whatever he’s just made. “This is really good…!”

A smug look briefly flashes on his face before he leans against the counter once more and finally tries it out. It is quite good, and he gives himself a mental pat on the back for that. Maybe he’ll even pitch this to Azul for a weekend morning special to offer.

Or he'll sell it to Heartslabyul.

A comfortable silence settles as the two of you enjoy the experimental concoction together. His fingers lightly tap the rim of his cup as he gives you a sly, sidelong glance, studying you a bit more intently than before. Your expression is satisfied and your body language tells him just how relaxed you feel in his presence. Your previous comment of how he’s hardly intimidating to you plays through in his mind once more.

Perhaps…

“Do you like hiking by chance?” He doesn’t ask subtly—he just outright says it, and he watches as you look at him with a wide-eyed expression.

“Oh. Sometimes?” You reply.

Not a no, but not a yes. He taps the rim of his cup again.

“I like to do hikes in the mountains on weekends, when I get the time. You would be surprised at how many fascinating species of flora and fungi exist up there. I collect them for the Lounge, on occasion.” Before Azul shuts that down after a week or so. “You strike me as someone who can be quite adventurous—so, would you like to come along the next time I go?”

Is this a recruitment? Yes. Is he trying to get you to taste-test his dishes? Yes. Is there maybe a small, selfish reason for asking to steal more of your time without interruptions?

“Sure!” You reply brightly, and this time he does offer a genuine smile.

Oh, absolutely.

#twst x reader #jade leech #twst jade #me writing a non dia prompt?? unheard of #but WAH TYYYYYYY sobs #jade leech x reader #gn reader #100 followers special

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nina-renmen · 3 months

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This is like my first time ever making an "ask" to someone and I'm not even sure if you're taking requests for oneshots and stuff like that at the moment so feel free to ignore this if you arent!!

If you are however, could I ask for a Pickle (Baki) x reader where reader has kind of developed their own style of fighting by emulating the form of Godzilla (any era/version) and Pickle actually gets taken aback?

I don't mind if the reader is written as black or any gender at all nor how it ends, so you can have as much creative freedom with this as you like!

Thank you for considering!

This idea is really interesting! It’d be hard to pass up writing this! I’m not very well versed in Godzilla so if I get anything wrong please correct me!

The air was crisp and cold, the moonlight barely peeking out from the clouds. Y/n groaned, winding her shoulder before hearing a familiar pop. With a sigh of satisfaction coming from her as she continued to walk down the poorly lit streets.

A huffing sound could be heard as she exited the alley way and came out into the open area. An arena across from her held a large hold was in front of her. ‘Isn’t that where pickle was held?’ Y/n thought. Her [eye color] eyes focusing on the damage. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she sensed a presence behind her.

She could not only see her breath but because of the cold air she could see another’s too. Y/n swiftly turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the primitive man’s arms reaching out to grab her. Creating some distance between them, y/n set the grocery bag on the dewy grass. Immediately taking a stance, one that pickle seemed to recognize.

His grin widened, flashing a sharp pair of canines. Unbeknownst to you the prehistoric man was following you, ever since you showed up at that arena to see his fight with Jack. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your voice, the way your eyes lit up just like his when blood was spilt. Not only were you mate worthy but you were strong at that.

But what pickle failed to realize is just how strong you were. Usually the primitive man would know just by looking at someone. But you were so small compared to him. Granite, everyone was.

Without thinking Pickle took quick steps towards you, not realizing that the way his claws were out or the way he flashed his sharp teeth at you was threatening. Immediately y/n pulled her leg back, sinking deeper into her position. Showing off the entirety of it. His eyes widened, stopping in his tracks. The form was so familiar but he couldn’t remember it.

A small growl came from the depths of pickle. His chest rumbling as his eyes narrowed, taking a step back. Where had he seen this stance from?! His mind screamed danger at him, told him to get away. But he wanted you. He needed to have you. He was this close to taking you all for himself, he couldn’t loose now. Who knows when the next opportunity would arise?

Ignoring his consciousness he proceeded anyway only to have a sharp pain go through his body. He didn’t know what had happened until his body went through a concrete building.

He stared up at the ceiling above him, eyes wide. Slowly he sat up, a brick or two falling. Indicating that the building was going to crumble any minute. Pickle stood up, his eyes darting around to find you through all the dust and debri.

Pickle let out a growl when he couldn’t find you, his eyes narrowed as he walked through the debri. He just had you! How could he have let you get away? He would have never expected someone like you to have hit that hard. And your stance…..he hadn’t seen that stance since he was a child.

His ears picked up the sound of rustling. Turning around he almost missed the flash of [hair color] hair fleeing around the corner. Pickle ran after you. Or tried to. A sharp prick stung his neck. And…..he begun to feel drowsy.

Pulling the needle out of him he looked down at it. They were sedating him. An unknown man up on the rooftop, a gun that was loaded with the needles in his hand that was pointed at Pickle. The last thing the primitive man could see was your form walking back up to him. Your warm hands holding his head up as he fell, making sure his skull didn’t crash against the concrete.

He’d just have to try harder next time.

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i know next to nothing about queer theory, but i did exist online during (what felt like) huge exclusionary periods (ace discourse, bi/pan discourse, and transmedicalism were the big ones i remember)

i wonder if the first drive for sexuality being something unchangeable and intrinsic to you had something to do with those things, that queerness was fixed and definable, which meant that there were strict lines to be drawn about who was and wasn't gay/lesbian/bi which was only made worse by trans and nonbinary people who didn't exactly fit the previous molds

ill be doubly honest and say i only interacted w/ the community online at the time bc living in a homophobic country doesnt give you a lot of opportunities to meet up in person which means my view of the whole thing is skewed. im not sure if this makes any sense

What I’m about to say isn’t a diagnosis of the causes behind those discourses (partly because i don’t think there is a single reason animating those arguments), but like I guess in general a very baseline authority people fall back on is biology. Dominant reactionary discourses describe being gay trans etc as a lifestyle choice, as an active decision to participate in sexual and gendered degeneracy, and so a very appealing counter-claim to make is to point to biology - we are born this way, we can’t help who we are just as cishet people cannot help who they are, so you should accept us because we can’t change our identity. That rhetorical strategy requires/assumes a stable sexual and gendered ontology, a primary authority of the body that can’t be altered. While I believe this argument is fundamentally flawed, I think this is a straightforwardly easy argument to make re: sexual orientation. With trans and non-binary people this is more difficult because the foundational claim to our existence is that gender is mutable, is alterable, is subject to change (and also “I’ve felt this way since I was a child” is a pathological model of gender dysphoria that is enforced through medical and psychiatric institutions, not a reflection of lived reality for many, many trans and non-binary people). That doesn’t necessarily mean being transgender is a “choice” (although if someone said they woke up one day and chose to be transgender then that is a perfectly authentic justification), especially because “choice” in these discussions is often framed as individualised, private, detached from the social world - we are all just free agents making rational autonomous decisions in a field of equally rational choices, etc. which I think is a very impoverished way to understand choice and agency. Gender is an institution, it is a set of behaviours and performances that we choose to engage in in many different ways, and my use of the word ‘choice’ there does not imply these choices are free from coercion, violence, or harm. I chose to transition, I chose to engage in performances and behaviours that signal to the social world that I am a man - where that desire to make those choices arises from is another matter, and honestly not one I’m super interested in figuring out. Like if I discovered the ‘origin’ of my transness it wouldn’t make any difference to me. Similarly, how I choose to signal masculinity is very obviously bound up in dominant gendered assumptions. Trans people get accused of upholding gendered norms a lot, but that’s only because we aren’t taken seriously unless we do so! It is a survival mechanism that allows us to better navigate incredible amounts of violence and social exclusion, and arguing that our desire to do gender with our bodies comes from some grade-school assumption that dress = woman and pants = man or whatever is pure projection on the part of cis people. cis men think if they drink pink wine they’ll become gay - trans people are not the ones enforcing these norms here.

Getting a bit far afield here, so to loop back around - I think a stable state of sexual and gendered subjectivity or “being” is very appealing to a lot of people because it’s a way to dismiss reactionary fears and to justify to yourself that your oppression is entirely out of your control (which is true obviously!). Again I think these arguments are flawed because they buy into cisgendered and heteronormative ideas about gender and sexuality, that it is a biological burden imposed on us, that deviance is not a choice, that gender is done to us as opposed to being gendered agents, that we are similarly trapped in a sexual prison and should be accepted on those grounds, etc, but they have massive rhetorical power.

As I’ve said before I’m a pretty staunch believer in Butler’s assertion that it is social all the way down, that gender is not discoverable in the body but rather the body is the medium through which gender is done in the world. Cis people choose to do gender just as much as trans people do! The only difference is that institutional architecture is set up to facilitate and make invisible (in very misogynistic and racist ways) those gendered practices. I think the stronger counter argument to make is that cis- and het-normativities are deeply violent and miserable status quos that need to be dismantled and discarded, that true choice can only emerge vis a vis gender and sexuality once those institutions are abolished, and that choice is actually a desirable end-goal - I want people to be able to participate in gender and sexuality as free agents, as non-coercive practices that are sites of great joy and wonder and pleasure. And this world is only possible if we accept that there is no gendered or sexual ontology, that it is all smoke and mirrors, that this current system’s primary function is to reproduce the nuclear family, to maintain the hereditary nature of class and wealth and race, to provide a standardised system of labour division, to maintain a distinction between the public and private labour realms, and so on.

So again like, is this what animates discourses about who gets to be counted as lgbtq/queer/whichever label you want to use? I don’t know. Probably some of it has to do with that. Queerness is in party a pathological category that is used to describe a failure to meaningfully reproduce cishet norms and practices, it is a set of relationships you have to legal and political and medical and administrative institutions (which is especially true for trans/non binary people). I like this definition because built into it is the possibility of change - I do not want trans people to be assimilated into cishet society, I want society to become transgender, thereby making transgender an irrelevant medical and legal category of person. Much like communism aims to abolish class by universalising the proletariat, I want to abolish gender by universalising the legal and political and medical mechanisms of transition. Only then will cisgenderism be abolished.

One thing I have been thinking a lot about is something a friend said to me, which is that human rights to do not begin with a definition of human - in the same way, I think trans rights do not require a definition of transgenderism. Just universalise and de-pathologise the mechanisms through which transition is expressed. Make it easy to change your name, remove all barriers to hormones and surgery, make everyone economically secure enough that they can change their wardrobe however they please, desegregate all gendered spaces, de-gender clothing, remove gender markers from all documents, and so on and so on. Doing so would make both cisgender and transgender an irrelevant legal and political category and, again, allow choice to emerge as a meaningful mechanism of gender expression.

This isn’t a comprehensive policy platform, there are many things I’m sure I haven’t thought through and a large portion of this discussion has to contend with the colonial and white supremacist nature of the western binary gender (bringing us into discussions of decolonial efforts, socialist efforts, and so on), but this is already getting long and I feel like I’m rambling. But like fundamentally I believe in a radical political imaginary that argues that all of this is subject to change and therefore any arguments about an essential gendered or sexual being is, at the end of the day, a reactionary description of gender and sexuality

#asks #even old new york was once new amsterdam #effortpost #um. hope that makes sense lol #DO NOT START ARGUING ABOUT THIS IN THE NOTES BTW. FUCK OFF I AM NOT DOING ‘DISCOURSE’ ABOUT WHO COUNTS AS LGBTQ #I reject the premise of the question genuinely I think it is fundamentally irrelevant to our liberation

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seafoamreadings · 5 months

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week of december 10th, 2023

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: you're in for a week that's a bit chaotic, but mostly in a good way. i've often said that although aries is represented by a ram it's got more of a baby goat energy, which definitely involves a lot of chaos. it's you, so go forth and thrive in it!

taurus: this is a great time for philosophical pursuits. the big key will be remaining receptive. if you're not open to receiving new knowledge, you'll doom yourself to remain in ignorance, which is not auspicious these days. so whatever piques your intellectual interest, approach it with an open beginner's mind.

gemini: upheaval in your closest relationships is on the menu this week, especially ones in which you share resources, split rent, or get tax benefits. upheaval isn't always bad but it isn't always fun either.

cancerians: the new moon in sagittarius is a good time to set intentions around health and wellness, routines and rituals, and your daily life and work. so if you're the type who sets new year's resolutions, consider doing that a smidge early and starting at least to plan it out with this moon! plus a mercury retrograde beginning this week affects your committed partnerships for the next month or so.

leo: sagittarian activity all week including a new moon zests up your fun and romantic life. be creative and glamorous. meanwhile mercury retrograde can throw your routines for a loop, so try to be flexible about such things.

virgo: this is a great week for you to make changes around your home, welcome a new roommate or pet, decorate, etc. meanwhile for you, this IS the type of mercury retrograde that 'brings exes back,' so be prepared for that. you ARE allowed to talk to them but make sure that's something you actually would WANT before the 'opportunity' arises... or slaps you in the face, as the case may be. plan before acting! stick to your boundaries!

libra: while many don't think of librans as particularly intellectual beings, you know otherwise and it shows during a week like this one. you consume information voraciously and store it away for critical analysis and beneficial applications at a later time. a mild chaos in the home may occur but fortunately, you know just how to handle it and prevent a crisis.

scorpio: money goals are blessed from this new moon. but you will need to consciously avoid debt, forgive others what they might owe you, and strive for financial independence. meanwhile communication errors are likely in writing, so double check texts and emails before sending. maybe triple check them. maybe don't send them at all if possible. avoid signing contracts if you can.

sagittarius: new moons in your sign are glow up vibes, but also come with some shaking up in your relationships with others. try to let that be novelty rather than disagreements. your mercury retrograde warning this time around is to watch your money, be prepared to call your bank to resolve errors, and maybe wait until february or so for major purchases or serious accounting that isn't strictly necessary.

capricorn: although you can get through and over anything, it's not always fun to have to. but this is not an easy week for capricorns, as a mercury retrograde occurs in your sign immediately after a 12th house new moon. set spiritual intentions from the beginning of the week, knuckle down and strive onward but don't expect perfection or swiftness. be proud of yourself just for carrying on!

aquarius: this week's new moon and broader sagittarian vibes are great for your social life and any networking you need or want to do. you're friendly and people want to be around you! at the same time, though, mercury retrograde in your 12th house can tend to at least partially cancel out this vibe, making things seem a bit gloomy, maybe fixating you on surmounting an obstacle of some kind.

pisces: old friends, new friends, fictional friends, friends you only know from the dream realm all have the potential to resurface or disappear under this week's influences. you transcend time of course, so this need not be a huge worry for you, although small comings and goings can be emotional in the moment. feel it and let it pass through you, then continue. be on the lookout for helpful people who don't seem real. they may not be, but the help they provide is.

#weekly horoscopes #weekly horoscope #astrology #signs #zodiac #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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alektro06 · 1 year

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Luz and Hunter Sibling Headcannons

I am currently obsessed with these two and their sibling dynamic so here is a collection of headcannons I’ve managed to cook up about them;

It annoyed Luz that Hunter was both taller and older than her so whenever she talked about her brother she always called him “Little Bro” just to get on his nerves. That little annoyance spiralled out of control and now nobody believes Hunter when he tries to explain that, in fact, he’s the older sibling.

Hunter is fascinated with sewing and one night he unknowingly sewed up all of Luz’s purposefully ripped jeans. He woke up to a very rude awakening the next day (Luz still wears the jeans though)

Luz forced Hunter to have an Azura Movie Marathon one night, she ended up falling asleep at the beginning of movie 2 but the story enthralled Hunter so much that he ended up finishing the series and cried his heart out at the finale. Now they have a common interest with Hunters newfound respect for the series.

When Hunter started living at the Noceda residence permenantly, he asked Camila what ‘Hermano’ means and why Luz kept calling him that. He cried when he found out what it meant and now calls Luz ‘Hermana’ whenever the opportunity arises.

Whenever Luz falls asleep on the couch or any other precarious place in the house, Hunter picks her up piggyback style and carries her to bed. If you ask him though its ‘for his own conscience’ and no other reason.

Nightmares about Belos still haunt the both of them even in the human realm, so it’s not uncommon for one of them to come over to the others room late at night and ask to sleep there. It’s almost become routine for Camila to go wake up Luz and find her two children cuddled up close in her bed. (She always gives them time to wake up by themselves when that happens)

They steal eachothers clothes all the time. Hunter likes to take Luz’s beanies to hide his ears and Luz steals Hunter’s hoodies because they’re big and comfy.

There is an unspoken agreement between the two siblings that if one of them asks for a hug you give that hug, no questions asked. Sure its Luz asking Hunter for a hug a large majority of the time but the rare moment arises that Hunter asks for one Luz makes sure to make it tight and comforting. Sometimes Luz also asks for a hug when she knows that Hunters had a bad day but is too embarrassed to ask for one himself.

Speaking of hugs, Hunter usually avoids hugs like the plague. This confused Luz at first, thinking that it was some undealt trauma from living with Belos, until she found out that its actually because Hunter deems hugs ‘too comfortable’ and falls asleep every time someone hugs him. Now whenever Luz finds Hunter up too late she attacks him in a hug, knocking him out cold in seconds.

They might act like they hate each other and tease one another in public but if someone else is teasing their sibling then its a whole different story. One time Luz came back home with a bruise on her face after some bully punched her at school, let’s just say that Hunter made very sure it would never happen again.

Luz introduced Hunter to the furry fandom after he started showing interest in Wolves. She ended up drawing him a fursona based on his description (which he thanked her profusely for afterwards) and he keeps it hung up on his wall

#they mean so much to me #can you tell that I've been thinking about this way too much #luz noceda #hunter noceda #luz and hunter are siblings #luz and hunter being siblings makes me want to eat recycled cardboard #sibling #noceda siblings #pittwins #the owl house

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lanadeldixon · 7 months

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Summertime Sadness (pt2)

Pairing: Daryl x fem reader

Wordcount: 2k

Summary: after Daryl joined the saviours you don’t get as much time together so when the opportunity arises for a little fun you know you have to take it…

Warnings: foreplay, mention of scars, public embarrassment

Authors note: This is for everyone who wanted part 2!! Also I haven’t been very well which means I haven’t been in the right mindset to proofread properly so I’m really sorry if at points it doesn’t make sense 😅 (btw to those who haven’t read part 1, you can read without having read it, but part 1 low-key slayed so as someone who is obviously completely unbiased, I recommend it.)

After everything that happened I didn’t see Daryl much anymore, he would disappear for weeks and only come back to take supplies however when we did run into eachother we tried to make the best of it.

Even if it meant just a slight touch of our hands or a lingering gaze from our separate stations. We did all we could to show one another we still belonged to eachother.

There was a day, around the end of august, I was stationed to guard the gate when I saw the trucks.

Our worst nightmare had come early, collection day, however part of me was exhilarated, the idea of seeing his face again ran laps in my mind.

A melodic whistle could be heard through the town and a sense of longing took over as I desperately searched for his face, but to my dismay I couldn’t spot him anywhere.

I climbed down the ladder, I’d normally never abandon my watch but I figured the saviours wouldn’t allow any walkers to come in and potentially harm Negan.

Besides we all had to gather up our stuff to contribute to the 50%.

“He’s here,” Rosita muttered under her breath, I could hear the despise in her voice as she spoke, I would’ve comforted her but the second the gate opened, all of my senses focused on searching for him.

My eyes darted around the group in front of us, looking for him although all I was met with was an almost knowing gaze from Negan, I still held out hope that he’d be there too…

As stressed as I felt, I made sure not to break our staring contest , “where is he” I wanted to say “what did you do?” but my mouth stayed shut.

“Dixon, bring him out,” his voice grew louder with each word and an even larger smile took over his face, fighting for power as he made sure to not be the one to break the eye contact.

I exhaled at the sound of his name, knowing he was alive was all that mattered to me…

Clanging sounds could be heard from the back of the front truck but still no Daryl in sight, worry began to fill me and it must’ve been evident on my face as Negan leaned in uncomfortably close to my ear before whispering, “don’t worry gorgeous, I don’t wanna make you cry again now do I? With a pretty face like yours, you should never be sad.” As he said it he lifted his finger to my chin so that ours faces were aligned.

My brows furrowed,

“Carl,” he exclaimed with excitement.

My head turned sharply confused as to why Carl was with them, as soon as my eyes landed on him I noticed who was stood by his side…

“Daryl,” I whispered a sad smile on my face.

He looked good, he was wearing his old clothes again and his crossbow was slung on his shoulder, the bruises on his face had faded almost completely, he finally looked like he was getting better.

Carl on the other hand looked sickening, his face was sullen and pale and his wound was on full display, that wasn’t the gross part though, the gross part was the look on his face, i didn’t know what he had witnessed but I knew it had changed him.

“Show some respect boys, you might just be looking at my next wife,” he had a sick look painted on his face as his eyes shifted to Daryl, clearly trying to gage his reaction, to test his loyalty and most importantly, piss him off.

Daryl looked at him, eyes hooded in anger, resentment painted his face and I could see the jealousy rise in him as he looked at Negan’s finger slowly tracing my jaw.

I stood straight, eyes pinned on Daryl.

God he looked good.

“What’s with all the negativity? Damn you look like you wanna bite my hand off,” he joked.

“Maybe if you keep up your winning streak, I’ll let you keep this one,” the same twisted smile reappeared, I felt as though he was stripping me with his eyes.

“Now I got some business to take care off, where’s Rick?”

“He’s not here right now,” I stated nonchalantly.

“So I came all this way for nothing?” Everyone was silent as he spoke “I guess I’ll just have to wait for him then, Carl will show me around, won’t ya? The rest of you start gathering,” he ordered.

I turned to Daryl straight away knowing he’d have a plan, he lifted his eyebrows and looked towards my house.

He walked in the opposite direction, pushing past me on the way, I of course went along with it, snarling before walking towards my house. Once I got to the doorstep I waited, the saviours were already in the process of raiding my house so I knew we’d have to find somewhere else, my eyes searched for him, until they finally stopped the door to our shed wide open, praying it was him I rushed towards it trying not to look suspicious but also desperate to get my hands on him.

As soon as I entered I was shoved to the door forcing it to close as I was pressed up against it.

“God I missed ya darlin’” Daryl’s face met mine with hunger, my teeth nibbled my bottom lip in anticipation.

“Are you gonna keep talking or are we going to get to it,” I smiled, fixated on his mouth as his tongue slicked across his lower lip.

He hummed lowly in an approving manner before smashing his lips into mine, he moved in rapid motions, desperate to taste me and I followed his lead, leaning in and out of it when he did, brushing my tongue against his teeth, doing all I could to be closer to him.

He moved to my neck, nipping at it, I knew it would leave marks but I didn’t care, all I cared about was that moment, being with him meant everything to me.

As I lifted off my shirt, I watched him struggle to shake off his waistcoat, “fuckin’ thing,” he muttered as I let out a small giggle.

Once he finally managed to get it off he practically ripped off his shirt and moved towards me once again, smiling widely.

He placed his hand on my jaw and gently stroked his fingers across my cheek for a second, just admiring me, taking it all in, being happy we could finally be together again, even if it was just for one night…

“Yur so beautiful,” he said eyes shifting to every point on my face as if creating a painting in his mind in order to never forget this moment, so that he’ll never forget me.

My hand entwined with his and I rested my head on his chest, “You’re so handsome,” I smiled.

Slowly he began to nibble at my ear, then my jaw, then my neck, then finally he stopped at my breasts, making sure to leave as many marks on them as possible.

My hands explored his frame as he did mine, and wordlessly we began our separate adventures.

His back was muscled and scarred, I could feel every mark on it, I felt like I was exploring a gallery, feeling a painting and grasping at what it means, seeing the pain and beauty behind it.

Then I moved my hands to his chest as his hand lowered, sliding down my stomach before stopping at my waistband, my breath hitched as he whispered, “ya ready? Imma make sure ya never forget yur mine,” he drew out his voice as he spoke and his fingers slid further down.

“Always,” I moaned into his ear whilst his fingers pushed hardly against my core before pulling away quickly and tracing around the line of my underwear.

I continued to kiss him, in a sloppier manner this time, terrified he’d disappear again…

“All this for me?” He questioned with a teasing smile as he wiped his hands over my thighs, feeling just how wet I was.

“Mhm,” I said quickly leaning forward, desperate to taste him again, “we got time,” he muttered but was abruptly cut off by my mouth on his once again where it belonged.

Grabbing onto my thighs he placed me against the ground, keeping his body between my legs. He then began to unbuckle my trousers and pull them off my ankles, throwing them dramatically across the room. After he struggled to tug off his own trousers, readying himself for what comes next…

I leaned away from the door until I was on top of him, I could feel him beneath me, poking into my core.

“I need ya right now,” he moaned in a hushed tone, his hands gripping my ass to keep me in place.

My hand reached into his boxers as his lips found their way to my neck yet again.

“Oh holy shit!”

My head shot up and I turned around abruptly.

“Well what do we have here?” He questioned, Rick stood behind him mouth open in shock at the display.

I quickly realised the position we were in, me on Daryl’s lap in nothing but my underwear and Daryl in his boxers gripping my ass. Not to mention the atrocious amount of hickeys that had quickly formed all over my upper half.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I exclaimed quickly grabbing whatever clothes I could reach to cover myself with. Daryl quickly began to reach for his clothes.

“Well this is certainly a sight, don’t mind me please continue if you want, no need to get dressed,” he smirked.

Daryl shot him daggers as he pulled up his jeans.

“Outside.” Negan managed to boom still in an upbeat manner.

“At least let her get dressed properly man,” Daryl tried to sympathise.

“I said outside.” Negan said more sternly this time, so off we went.

Unfortunately my hunt for my clothes in the dimly lit shed did not go as planned, so there I stood in nothing but my underwear with daryl’s vest thrown over the top.

Daryl, who was stood in nothing but a pair of jeans, methodically pulled me towards him and placed a hand over my backside, trying to cover everything he could.

We got a few wolf whistles, I’m assuming from saviours, and a couple of shocked looks from everyone else.

“Daryl my boy, you’ve been so good up till now, I mean I told you I wanted her as a wife and you went and fucked her anyway! Isn’t that insane!” He laughed, it was almost like watching a comedy sketch, seeing him turn to his audience waiting for validation.

“But this took some balls, quite literally, so since I am such a caring guy, I decided you can keep your little play thing, take her home with you… However you fuck up even once, she’s done and I don’t just mean out of the sanctuary, I mean she’s done for good.” My breath hitched at the certainty he spoke with during his final statement.

“So what’s it gonna be Dixon?” He asked sinisterly.

“She belongs here.” Daryl stated confidently.

I knew he was being kind but wanted nothing more than to just be with him.

“You don’t want her?”

Daryl was silent contemplating his next response.

“Fine, well don’t say I didn’t give you the choice, I can’t let a face like that go to waste now can I?”

I met Daryls gaze in shock, he turned pale as his eyes widened.

“Nah that weren’t the deal,” he exclaimed clearly in a panic.

“The deal was you want her or you don’t. I never said I wouldn’t take her if you didn’t.”

“That ain’t fair!”

“Nothings fair dixon, now you made your choice, move along”

“I want her, I changed my mind, I want to take her back,”

“You already made your decision,”

“NO! I WANT HER!” he screamed at him.

Negan stayed silent for a second, waiting for the magic words, and soon enough they arrived…

“I’LL DO ANYTHING!”

“Beg.”

“Wha’?” Daryl said as if he misheard.

“Beg.”

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd daryl #daryl dixion imagine #daryl fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead fanfiction

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mirai-e-jump · 8 months

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Hero Vision Vol.14 (2004/Spring) ft. Kamen Rider Blade Cast Interviews Takayuki Tsubaki & Hironari Amano Segment (translation below)

Publication: May 20, 2004 (between episodes 17-18) Takayuki Tsubaki (Kazuma Kenzaki) & Hironari Amano (Sakuya Tachibana)

"In the show, you play the roles of senior and junior, but in real life, from Tsubaki-kun's point of view, Amano-san is his senior when it comes to the entertainment industry. Do you ever confide your problems in him?"

Tsubaki: Yes, I do.

Amano: (suppressing his laughter) That's a liiie~.

Tsubaki: Ah! But, what about the time we went out to dinner together, or……ah, actually, I can't remember (said lacking confidence).

"When on set, who's the one that's most supportive and follows up with others?"

Amano: No matter who it is, if someone was yelled at or feeling discouraged, everyone follows up with them by saying, "Don't worry about it!" Everyone's so upbeat, and we're always laughing on set.

"When it comes to acting, do you ever talk about things like, "Going forward, let's do this"?"

Amano: Hmmm……For me, I'm not sure where my role is heading. I try not to establish the role from the beginning, but rather, add new elements as the opportunities arise. At first, I thought Tachibana was a calm, cool person who didn't show any emotions, but to my surprise, there are scenes of him losing his temper and yelling early on in the show.

"Do you and Tachibana have anything in common?"

Amano:……The tendency to worry. But, even though in the past I wouldn't tell people about my worries, recently, I've started to actually do so. I've come to realize just how easy it is.

"Tachibana also has a soft side for Sayoko."

Amano: I want to make Tachibana look more human. It's normal for a human to have many sides. There's the face you have during work, and the face you have in your private life. Now, Tachibana is trying to be strong by not relying on others, and it makes me think, "This isn't how a Rider's supposed to be!" (laughs). It may not be the usual justice of the past, but I think it would be great if Tachibana could overcome his obstacles and gain some confidence.

"Tsubaki-kun, do you think there are any similarities between yourself and Kenzaki?"

Tsubaki:……(vaguely) The stupid part of him? (laughs).

"Is it true that you became an actor because you wanted to learn how to express your feelings due to not having any?"

Tsubaki: I don't have any emotions at all, it's like I'm not a normal human, so it's really fun to "become" a human being when I get into the role. When I was younger, I was so loud, that people would often tell me, "You're noisy!"……Various things have happened since then, and I think I've calmed down abit. I also thought that while I'm a Rider, it would be easier for me to be Kenzaki if I didn't have "myself" in mind, so I've decided to think only about Kenzaki for the rest of the year. That's also why when I'm on set and Morimoto-kun is standing right next to me, my blood starts to rush. I think, "Why can't we fight even though I'm here?!"

Amano: Before we start filming, I try to reduce any tension (in order to become Tachibana), but this guy, he does the role the entire time. That's why he speaks in such a weird way. Even when we all eat together, he'll suddenly say, "You Bastard!," and "Get lost!" He would then start beating on Morimoto-kun, whose face looked as though it were saying, "Ehhhh~?!" (laughs). Morimoto-kun would then also act back.

Tsubaki: Morimoto-kun and I have to fight everyday anyway…..

"You'll soon start filming for the movie, where you'll have to think even more about Riders.

Tsubaki:……I don't know what will happen to me if Tachibana-san betrays me any further (said seriously).

Amano: I like how over such trivial things, you'll suddenly start speaking normally! When he talks to me over the phone, he's like, "Tachibana-san! it's Kenzaki! Where are you right now? Please call me back!" It's like he's prank calling me (laughs).

Tsubaki: For Morimoto-kun, "Hajime?!," is what I'll say when I call him. "I'll kill you," is what he'll say in response……

Amano: Ah, but when you talk to me and Morimoto-kun, you do talk normally.

"Morimoto-kun seems like he's trying to match Tsubaki-kun's pace (laughs). Maybe Tsubaki-kun is the type of person who needs to be taken care of by everyone?"

Tsubaki: That's right. But, it can't be helped, since Tachibana-san is currently acting so violent.

Amano: You're talking about in the show, right?

Tsubaki: Ah, right.

"Do you have a favorite line from the show?"

Amano: For me it's, "My body is falling apart!" People will constantly say it as a joke when on set. Hearing it actually makes me very happy.

"It's known that Tsubaki-kun's lines and way of speaking have become a popular topic of conversation among the fans (laughs). I think it's because they love the ridiculous feel of it."

Tsubaki:……I have mixed feelings about it. I'm glad it's being talked about, but still……(saddened).

Amano: During the dubbing process, the tension is so high, that it gives me alot of energy. In the recording room, everyone goes, "Hah! Hah!" (panting) for even the smallest action scenes. Recently, Tachibana's body has been falling apart to the point of hyperventilating due to the excessive panting (laughs).

"Have there ever been times during filming where you thought, "I really messed up big time!"?"

Amano & Tsubaki (at the same time): The snowy mountain scene in episode 3!

Amano: It was so cold that I couldn't move my mouth.

Tsubaki: My face was frozen. But, you can't tell just how hot or cold it is on when watching on the screen, so either way it's still bad.

"We'd like to thank you for all the hard work you go through when filming everyday."

Amano: Before that, I fell asleep for the first time on the Yamanote Line and circled it completely. I got on the train at Ikebukuro, then suddenly realized, I was back in Ikebukuro again. I looked at my watch and said, "Huh, I'm still here, so why is it so late?! Shit! I circled the line!" (laughs).

Tsubaki: I'd be totally fine with it if that happened to me.

"Would you consider yourself athletic and physically fit?"

Tsubaki: No, I'm just young.

Amano:……Would it be alright if I got upset? (laughs). He's not athletic at all! When we were at the snowy mountains, we all snowboarded together, but after like 2 or 3 times, he said, "I'm leaving. I'm tired. I'm sleepy." I was like, "Hey, hey, hold on, Blade!" (laughs).

"You really go at your own pace, don't you? Since you were young, have you always thought you were alittle different from other people?"

Tsubaki: By the time I realized it, people were already calling me weird. But, since we all start out by crawling, in a way, aren't we all weird?

Amano: Oh, that's pretty deep.

"Amano-san, what was your childhood like?"

Amano: I wanted to become independent as soon as possible, so I started looking for part time work by the time I was in my fourth and fifth year of elementary school. One of my friend's mother recommended becoming a child model as a way to earn money with ease, so I ended up joining an agency on my own. I've been in the entertainment world ever since then.

Tsubaki: I become easily emotional when I watch dramas, so….

"So you also wanted to inspire people?"

Tsubaki: (firmly) No, I just wanted to do it myself.

"How honest of you (laughs). Do you feel you're more likely to grow when receiving praise?" Tsubaki: I want to be criticized for my performance. I'm obviously still not good at it, so I need to be told these things in order to become better.

Amano: Well said, I can see just how serious you are (is impressed). I tend to get carried away when I receive praise. But, I also become discouraged when I'm criticized. It's like my weakness…..

"Finally, would you please give a message to the fans?"

Amano: Eh? Ah…(timid) please pay attention to how I grow in the future……

Tsubaki: Tachibana-san! You're the senior here!

Amano: Ah, you're right. We're all working very hard on this, so please continue to watch us!

Tsubaki: Please watch usss!!

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meimi-haneoka · 10 months

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Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card Chapter 75: Comments + JP-ENG translation differences

Hellooooo everyone! Welcome back to my post with the commentary and translation differences for Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card! We finally reached chapter 75!!! I'm glad to inform you all that even this month we didn't have any major (or even little) discrepancy between the ENG and JP versions, there's just some nuance here and there but nothing really impacting the correct understanding of this chapter.

Moreover, we still don't have any announcement for the last chapter of Clear Card, neither on the color spread nor in the editorial text at the end of the chapter (where usually the place for them to advertise stuff related to the next release is). We didn't even get an announcement on the twitter account...

Therefore, I'm confident enough to say that Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card Arc won't be over in chapter 76, and they might really keep going till chapter 77 (double 7, lucky CLAMP number!). I know that this month we don't have translation mistakes, but if you still want to read my ramblings about some very important themes in Clear Card, then look at the gif of the month and follow me under the cut!! 😂

(my friends of a certain Discord server will be happy to see this gif, hahah)

The Color Page

The color spread this time is very special, not only because it gives us the opportunity to see the color scheme of ✨The Outfits✨ of the finale for both Sakura and Syaoran, but because there's an additional surprise too! Let's start with the color scheme, which as I strongly anticipated is the same of the costumes for the Alice in Clockland play (white - black - golden). Not only that, but also the poses and elements of the color spread are basically rehashing the color spread of chapter 64!

I absolutely loved this parallel. Especially because you can clearly see some kind of "the situation is very different now" message behind it. If Sakura looked somehow "lost" in the color page of chapter 64, she now looks confident, resolute, she gives off the aura of "leave it to me, I'll make things right!" and I really love it. I love this Sakura who's in charge because she finally found herself and what she wants to do with her powers: helping a beloved one finding her true smile again by bringing back the most important person to her! Syaoran is still looking cool, determined and serious (as opposed to 'snobby' before, but are we really sure that the one in ch. 64 was Syaoran? and not Kaito? 😂the absence of the body -which now is fully visible in the color spread of ch. 75- kinda suggests that that one wasn't the real Syaoran). The clock and clock gears of ch. 64 are now replaced, still in the very same position, by cool metallic elements, Kaito's pocket watch and a big Moon. Precisely the protagonists of this chapter! Now that I listed all the things I liked about this color page, I have also to point out that their expressions kinda look "weird" or "off-model" to me. I can't pinpoint exactly what's wrong, but it's something about the eyes: the irises are probably bigger or darker than usual. Not a big deal, anyway.

Off we go!

We start the chapter immediately explaining the big question that arised at the end of chapter 74: if this is a rewritten world and the Clear Cards have disappeared (and Sakura didn't have any recollection of them), what is the Dream Wand doing there? Kero asks about it and Sakura explains that when she went to open the jewelry box (remember it? It appeared in the very first chapter of Clear Card, and Sakura placed both the hairpin she received from Yukito as a present and the Star Key in there) before going to Yukito's house, she found another key together with the Star one. Sakura thinks that this key is the one that existed in their world before it was rewritten, and Kero can distinctly feel Sakura's power coming from it. Sakura agrees and says that for this reason, this time she'll be going with this wand.

So the Dream Key also survived the rewriting. Makes sense, it either survived on its own (and somehow ended up in the box) or Sakura must have left it at home in the box before the play, probably sensing something and listening to her magic intuition (that got even more refined in the latest period).

Tomoyo intervenes saying that the earcuffs of their outfits are actually transmitters: Sakura and Syaoran can communicate among eachother of course, but also send back audio and video to her device. Nakuru can't help but marvel at the hi-tec device and Tomoyo proudly announces that this is one of the hottest items of Daidouji Toys!! It made me smile to read that company's name again here in the finale, it really feels like tugging at our nostalgic heartstrings (because honestly Daidouji Toy's devices were the coolest thing in the old series!). Sakura can't really help but agree that this is a very special outfit, just like Tomoyo told her! Sakura does something that left me a bit speechless for a second: she summons the Fly Card using the Dream Wand! How cool is that? After all, the Dream Wand is still made of Sakura's power, so it really doesn't change much and she can use the Sakura Cards (also reborn under her power) with that magic tool too! Back with the Clow Cards there was a problem because the wand was made out of Sakura's power, but the Cards were still under Clow's, so that's why she had to make them be reborn under her name. Here we don't have this kind of problem anymore! Sakura supplies Syaoran with a cool pair of wings, and here I really have to say it: fandom, you complained so much about Kaito rewinding time and "erasing" cool winged Syaoran, and CLAMP heard you! Now you can have him back! 😂😂😂Honestly this one made me smile so much because I wondered if they felt guilty about that scene, or they simply had planned to revive it anyway since the beginning 😂I clearly remember Ohkawa said in one of their Spaces that they received quite a number of complaints about that particular scene 😆 Kero asks Sakura why she gave the Fly Card to Syaoran, and what she's going to do for herself: Sakura answers that Momo (how cute, she calls her Momo-san, just like that one time they met back in chapter 49 ❤️) told her that there are still Cards around that didn't disappear, and they used to help her before the world was rewritten (little difference in the ENG version: they made her say "they were by my side").

That said, she confidently calls for the FLIGHT CARD and the cute bow that we learned to love along the series appears on her back, all excited and affectionate like usual! Sakura thanks her for waiting for her and I found that so sweet....this is another one of those scenes that I feel like are catering to the fandom's wishes and preferences, since I've seen countless of disappointed/worried comments during the past months about Flight disappearing along with the other Clear Cards, and this is something that even CLAMP talked about (again in one of their Spaces) so they definitely were aware of it. Eriol and Kaho comment from England, impressed but nonetheless confirming that the Card definitely is made out of Sakura's power, just like the magic circle that appeared under Sakura when she used it (of course it's different from the one that appeared when she used Fly). Sakura walks to Akiho and as I imagined from what she said last chapter, she asks her to let her borrow the precious pocket watch for a while.

Akiho of course agrees. I loved the emphasis they gave to the "handover" of the watch, because it enhances the perception of how important that item is. Akiho is entrusting to Sakura literally the one and last thing she's got left of her most important person, whom she's missing terribly, and the fact that she's willing to separate from it and entrust it to Sakura just goes to show how much she believes in her. And the "handover" is watched carefully by everyone with a smile on their faces.

It's time. Sakura and Syaoran are all ready to go, not before saying "We'll be going, then (See you later)". A word I always loved from Japanese language is 行ってきます, ittekimasu, a word used to announce that you're leaving, but in the same word is also hidden the promise that you'll be back. And I think there's no other word that her loved ones, particularly Akiho, need to hear from her right now. I also love to bits the expression she's having while she says it. Confidence in the shape of a young girl ❤️

Convey your feelings

So off they go, high in the sky, with the big moon in the background and Kaito's pocket watch held tightly in Sakura's hand. Sakura takes the chance to thank Syaoran for coming with her. Her unwavering, loyal beloved boyfriend. He'd never leave her alone, facing something unknown and possibly dangerous like this one. And he takes the chance of their current privacy to thank her too: slightly embarrassed, with a sweet smile, he's grateful to her for saying that he's her most important person, shortly ago. ❤️ This is another thing that I've heard many people being slightly disappointed about last month, the fact they hadn't shown Syaoran's reaction after Sakura said that, and in one of the answers to my asks I said that I would've found it rather inappropriate if Syaoran and Sakura had that kind of conversation and started to be a lovey-dovey mess in front of a person who had just found out that the pain she's been feeling all along was because she was missing her own most important person, but not only that, also that her memories, family and all of her world had been rewritten, it was all a lie. Someone's world is literally crumbling under their feet and I didn't think it was the right moment to show a romantic scene between those two right in front of her. Thankfully CLAMP had already in mind to move that kind of conversation to later on. And since they work on 1/2 chapters ahead of what's been published, they were probably already drawing that scene before chapter 74 was even out.

Sakura, unrestrainable by now in her self-confidence, says something really precious that I'd say is my favorite line of the entire chapter:

JP: "When I've found out that this world had been rewritten, I've thought about it. If there's something I want to say, I have to spell it out. Even if the important words we say were to be rewritten, it's not like they'd be erased, because they'd be staying in our hearts"

Sakura understands that if she wants to make sure that her "important words", her feelings will STAY even after a major rewriting like that, she needs to spell them out. Remember Tomoyo, in the old series? "No feeling will come across if you don't say it aloud". And so in this way Sakura is making sure that the person who hears it will remember it even against the strongest of magic, because those words will never disappear totally. The brain might forget, but the heart doesn't. Syaoran of course agrees with that sentiment. And I really want to say that I think this same concept will be of utmost importance in reuniting Kaito and Akiho too. Their bond, their shared memories, the time spent together, the words that were said (Akiho worked so hard towards the end of the 'old world' to convey her feelings to Kaito in a way that wouldn't scare him), all of that surely stayed inside their hearts and it's only waiting for the trigger to make them remember and reunite.

We switch back to Yukito's home, where everyone goes back inside to spy to check on the flying couple from Tomoyo's tablet (while still in a videocall with Eriol and Kaho), but while Touya is going back in himself, he sees that Akiho keeps standing by the door, eyes fixed on the moon. Out of all of them, she's obviously the most stressed up one. She can't relax and wait like everyone else. Her heart must be in the grips of anxiety, hurt and probably fear too. So Touya, our big brother with a heart just as big as him, tries to comfort her and calm her down, telling her that Sakura might be a tad too impertinent and with a tendency to kick, basically a "monster" (I know in ENG they translated 足癖が悪い with "she got two left feet" and technically it might not be wrong but I've seen the same term used to indicate any kind of bad behavior that makes use of the legs/feet incorrectly, so included kicking - like, using this expression with a horse it would mean that horse kicks a lot. So when I saw that, I was reminded of how Sakura used to kick Touya precisely when he called her "monster" 😂), but she keeps true to what she says. "If she said she'll look (for that person), she'll do so. So let's wait for when she'll call you...together". And while he says so, he pats her head affectionately. Gosh, the way he behaves with Akiho is so different than what he does with Sakura, right? 😂 But that's just an indication of how special the bond with his true sister is...Touya gets tsundere and a bully only with her. 😂 I remember he patted Mirror's head too (while she was disguised as Sakura), back in chapter 38. He's really a kind onii-chan but he only gets stubborn with his little sister 😂 I found so moving the little detail of Akiho wincing for a moment when Touya patted her head....a sign that she isn't used to that kind of display of affection? Definitely. And the more I thought about this, the more the words from the chapter of her backstory came back to my mind, "there was no one who would pat her head".... And then, of course, I just couldn't avoid thinking about all the times Kaito tried istinctively to reach for that head too, to console her, or even to just hold her, and always stopped that hand hurriedly. Seeing Touya managing to do what Kaito always wanted to do on instinct, and sabotaged himself, hurt quite a lot. But it's also a proof of how different their situations are. How different their circumstances are. How different their feelings for Akiho are. No matter how kind Touya can be with basically a stranger that was somehow entrusted to them by another stranger, and how much he can empathize with her situation, he can never be the guy who literally gave all of himself for Akiho.

Still, I think this scene reinforced my idea that when they'll bring Kaito back, Touya will be waiting for him with his fist ready to land on his head 😂because he really just can't stand that he hurt his adopted sister this much. No matter if he did it for her. He'll really be merciless with the most important people of his sisters, if they make them cry! 😅

Akiho is finally reassured by Touya's sweet gesture (there's a lot of love in this rewritten world, my gosh! Everyone is so affectionate or displays affection in a more evident way!). But while here we have a poignant scene of brotherly affection, nearby the group of nosy people just witnessed the scene between the two lovebirds Sakura and Syaoran about the "most important person", so Nakuru sighs at the missed opportunity to see Touya's HP and MP go straight to zero, because he wasn't there with them to watch it! 😂😂Yukito of course doesn't skip a chance to join in making fun of his boyfriend, saying that he would've surely made a scary face. 😆The way the little group makes fun of Touya behind his back moves to compassion even Kero and Suppy, who say that they feel bad for him! 😂😂😂 I think all these little comedy skits of this chapter are probably here to defuse the tension a little bit, probably also because of what's about to come. Remember that sensei is balancing the narrative weight on the total volume, so adding more fun scenes now might make up for later, when it won't (of course) be possible or appropriate to insert any (yea, it'll only be time for tears later, right, sensei?).

Back to our flying couple, Syaoran asks Sakura more clarifications about what she said earlier regarding the pocket watch, that it'll "show them the way". Sakura says that she can feel magic power coming from that watch, and it doesn't belong to anyone she knows. The kids, in unison, say that if they trace the magic back to its owner, and they follow it, they'll be able to meet "the person who's missing". Syaoran got the perfect magic tool for that.

He summons his famous compass, and asks Sakura to place the watch over it. In a very cool scene worthy of the next head of the Li clan, chanting the long and famous activation spell for his compass (which includes Chinese characters but spelled with the Japanese "on" reading), Syaoran traces the owner of the pocket watch....back to the moon. The poor guy is confused and thinks the pursuit failed, because he can feel the watch carrying moon power inside of it (yep, reminder that its owner's magic is Moon type, just like Syaoran! And the ENG said there are "traces of it", but the JP doesn't say it's only "traces", the whole watch might be imbued of Kaito's moon power), so probably that's why the compass is pointing at the moon.... But Sakura suddenly figured it out: the compass is correctly pointing at the moon, because that moon....IS NOT THE REAL ONE!

With a swift movement worthy of the coolest ikemen on earth, which startles even her boyfriend (😂 it's already full of comments about how Sakura is particularly handsome - yes, handsome - in this chapter 😂), Sakura summons Sword! Loooong time no see! So long, in fact, that I've been notified that the Sword Sakura is holding a few pages later is the wrong one! Yes, because when Sword was reborn under Sakura's name as a Sakura Card, its appearance changed slightly! 😅The one Sakura holds in this scene is the "Clow Card" version!

This is how Sword was supposed to look...will CLAMP notice the mistake and fix it in the tankobon? Anyway, Sakura jumps towards the giant moon (that at some point we can see it's literally flat, like a cover for something else), and splits it open!!! I mean!!! What did this girl eat for breakfast, today? 😂😂😂She's absolutely cool and keeps showing how much she's grown both magically and in her capacity to listen to her intuition. Eriol and Kaho immediately comment on that fake moon, and Eriol in particular said something that alarmed me at once: "It's something that was created by a considerable amount of magicians. And they used even an ancient magic ritual, at that." There's no trace of doubt in his speech, so my mind immediately runs to them, the real disgrace of this arc: the Association + Squids (Akiho's Clan). When you talk about lots of magicians, and ancient rituals, you can't just avoid thinking about them right away. But why, and how did they create that fake moon? Too soon to have clear answers right now, but our watchers from England point out that for Sakura to see through that deception as soon as her attention was brought onto it means that her powers really became considerably strong! But here comes the comment that sets this situation apart from what we have seen till now in Clear Card: this growth in power is totally intentional! Because Sakura now has something she wants to do.

You see, this task Sakura gave herself isn't only to Akiho's benefit. This situation also probably gave Sakura the key to not cause her powers to go haywire anymore. Because, as I always suspected (and this conversation gave me more elements to make me think I was right), her power previously went out of control because she didn't know what she wanted to do with it. She didn't find a purpose for it. She didn't figure out yet (nor probably even thought about) what she wanted to do with her natural gift... (and here we go back again to the thematic I talked about in my post of last month, the "what can I do with my innate capabilities?" and Sakura right now decided "I want to use it to make the people I love happy"). She used to look at it as some thing "remote" from her, something that she'd rather not use (remember when she had put her Star Key away in the box saying "it's better if I don't use it anymore"?) but magic is literally part of her, so rejecting it would only hurt her more and cause the mess that we have all seen in these 7 years of serialization. And so probably, no matter what training she might have gone through, the problem wouldn't have been solved anyway, unless she'd set her mind straight on what purpose give to her magic, stabilizing it once for all. I think this is a very important part of this story because it all goes back to the search of her identity, which is such a crucial thematic in this arc.

And you can really see it in how beautiful Sakura looks in this panel. This is the beauty radiating from a person who's confident and knows what she's doing, knows what she wants.

Sakura and Syaoran finally go inside the "door", let's call it like that, which originated from the split of the fake moon. They do not know what awaits them on the other side nor what will happen, but they both bravely proceed ahead.

And what they find in front of their eyes is some kind of very weird environment. Eerie, even. The space is completely white, and they're fluctuating among warped clockworks and what looks like disassembled clocks: I found that very fascinating and I can't wait to see how this space will look like once it'll be animated.... The compass' beam keeps indicating where the owner of the pocket watch is, and Sakura and Syaoran follow it diligently, till they finally reach their goal.

*Sigh*

And then they see it. Trapped inside what looks like a circular cage, sleeping peacefully, a black dragon. Yes. That dragon. The one we've seen in Sakura's dreams ever since chapter 2, the one that appeared on the cover of the book they used the day they engraved the artifact in Akiho, the one that appeared as a decoration on the last outfit Kaito wore till he disappeared, and the one that looked like the symbol that appeared when the Seal of D. manifested to engulf Kaito in chapter 70. And this is also how this chapter ends (of course!!! with the worst cliffhanger!). The editorial text in Japanese present on the left of the very last page says "Guided by the pocket watch, what is it that they found...? Next issue, Sakura will appear with a super luxurious furoku!!"

Now, I'd wait before giving for granted that that thing is really Kaito. CLAMP are absolutely no strangers to lead their readers to think something (especially at the end of a chapter) but then revealing in the following one that it was something else.... Moreover, this dragon appeared in such different situations, that it's really hard to pinpoint (and predict) exactly what it represents. So I'm not gonna go out on a limb and say that Dragon-chan is Kaito. We'll know soon what CLAMP have in store for us.

Sure, I keep missing Kaito like crazy, but I think one way or another in next chapter we'll finally see him. Especially cause it's almost certainly the second-to-last one 😅 On that regard, I enjoyed the content of this chapter and even though it might be normal to think "what are they even doing, wasting time and pages like this? get to the point!", I want to trust Ohkawa and let her lead me where she wants to bring me to. I want to appreciate the journey for how she created it, with the pace she thought for it. Once it'll be over, it'll be hopefully easier to see if this relaxed pace ended up producing a series that is easy and interesting to read, or if it caused things to be rushed at the very end. Moreover, I know everyone is somehow expecting a battle ahead, but I'd be actually surprised if it happens at all. If it does, I don't think it'll be against the Association (because they're simply too many and too powerful for Sakura to fight against them). It might be against the dragon or....it might just be that this will be about finding a way to free Kaito, and then putting him in the condition to choose to go back to Akiho's side. And at that moment, Akiho's turn will finally arrive. I think this finale will be mainly based on emotivity and important talks. If anything, the main "battle" they'll have to win will be convincing Kaito that he deserves to live a happy life too.

Chapter 76 will be published on CLAMP’s Youtube channel on August 1st, while the relative Nakayoshi magazine will be released on August 3rd!

Soooo it's time for me to wrap this post up (where I mainly talked about my thoughts and impressions on the chapter, how lovely 😆) and I'll surely be waiting for you all here once again at the beginning of August!! In the meantime, my inbox is open for your asks! 👍 See you!

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The arrangement (Rengoku x reader) - Chapter 8

You finally have an opportunity to enter Shinjuro's study and are able to report the little findings you make to Kyojuro. Though a request from him leaves you frazzled and desperately scrambling to find a way to cover the truth, and your shame. When delivered with your finding's Kyojuro is offer his insights on what it could possibly mean, as he's on his way to the next mission. Though he doesn't have much time to rest after as he's unexpectedly led to a ghost from the previous generation's past, what he has to say Kyojuro can't begin to wonder.

warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, general neglect, mentions of blood, and canon typical violence.

It seemed most days recently your relaxed form could be found on front engawa leaning against one of its many pillars as your eyes scanned through the latest novel suggested by Senjuro, and approximately at the same time every few days the sound of booming footsteps would approach from the inside of the manor, and each time they sounded off you knew they meant the same thing.

'This is it.' you thought as the shoji door quickly slid open with excessive force that somehow wasn't enough to rip it off its flimsy tracks.

"I'm going into town; I need more sake!" The familiar irate voice of the oldest Rengoku had your eyes lifting from your novel.

"Oh dear, is your headache still present, Lord Rengoku?" Your brows creased with what was truly concern, but unobvious disingenuous suprise. Your ever soft voice was completely absent of any traces of anything that could hint at your ulterior motive. This after all had been what you were hoping for.

The man only mumbled something unintelligible as he made his way to the gates of the estates, the slight shake in his hands didn't go unnoticed as you watched him struggle to pull back the lock that secured the gate. You knew better then to approach the man though, after how he responded to your last attempt three days ago.

You sat silently for a few moments after he left after he finally managed to unlock the gate to. You couldn't risk premature movement to be what foiled your plan.

The truth was you had been patiently waiting for this moment ever since that night you had that conversation with Kyojuro.

"(Y/n) I don't want you to feel pressured into doing something you're uncomfortable with, but my father will let his guard down the next time I'm absent for a mission, and as it stands, he is unaware that you are equally opposed to a forced union as I am."

You looked at the male with skepticism but also a sense of understanding. You understood quickly what he was trying to get at as it had been a thought of your own, " I'm assuming you want me to somehow get into his study and find his correspondences with my mother, or anything else that could fill in the blanks?"

He nodded in conformation as his autumn like orbs bore into your own with the upmost seriousness, "Yes but only if you're comfortable and sure it's safe to do so. If no opportunity arises or you've discovered you've changed your mind, I assure you I will find another way to unearth the truth, so please do not hesitate to reject my idea." He added firmly while lightly squeezing your hand that somehow found its way into his own at some point during your late-night walk. Kyojuro wanted to make it clear to you that you had complete autonomy in this situation and would be the one to make the final verdict whatever that may be. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel forced to do anything you weren't comfortable doing; he was more than ready to take the difficult rout if it meant putting your mind to ease.

You found yourself looking down to where your hands were joined then up to his eyes that were watching you with an emotion you couldn't name, and in that moment as the cool breeze drifted by you both, you knew you what you had to do, "I appreciate your care Kyojuro, but I should do it. As it stands, I'm here more, and I will be given far more opportunities to compile information. It's the most logical course of action." You said, resolve firm.

So here you were, about to enter the Rengoku Patriarchs office after having watched his movements closely for a good two weeks; more than ready to get to the bottom of things not only for your sake but for Kyojuro's as well.

As you slid open the shoji door the first thing that caught your eye was a western style mahogany desk that sat in the center of the room. The desk was messily covered in paper's and a thin layer of dust. You chose to start your search there, only to quickly realize that all thw papers were unfinished mission reports from a few years back. 'Was that when he decided to retire, was that when he completely lost his will to fight?' You wondered solemnly when you found nothing more recent.

Realizing at that point the desktop was filled with nothing of any use you turned your sights to its many drawers. Each drawer looked much the same: stuffed to the brim with even more unfinished reports that spanned even farther back, 'How had this man been able to stay a Hashira so long when he never turned in his reports? Was he that strong, or was it because his family served the corps so long?' You couldn't begin to wonder as you glanced at the clock that hung proudly above the room's doorway. 'Good,' you thought cooly, 'I still have time to get through one or two of the filing cabinets.'

Theere where four cabinets that lined the back of the room, theses where far easier to search as they actually seemed to have some form of organization. Your callused fingers quickly, albeit efficiently skimmed through the folders, revealing each end tab for a fraction of a second before moving along to the next. You only halted after the sight of a familiar name caught your eye and had you back tracking a file or two.

The ink was smudged a considerable amount, but you managed to make out that the file tab seemed to read 'S-04 (H.P.M) PTR: S.(L/N)' You hastily open the file but are only met with an old, small, and completely unsalvageable water damaged photo. The photo appeared to have once been a proud black and white image, but now the white was replaced with a dull yellow color that you realized was the same stain that marked the rest of the file and was the cause of the smudged ink.

"Damn it Shinjuro, you had to go and spill your damn sake on this folder out of the hundreds here?" You bitterly asked as if the man were there to answer, before picking the photo up for closer examination and placing it gently back in the file. There was no way you'd be able to tell what the image once was. Why had he even bothered to keep it at that point?

You went on to look through the other files, hoping that they might reveal what was missing from the one with your surname.

One file you came across was titled 'S-04 (L.R.M) PTR: H.Yoshida', entailed an overall successful mission where Shinjuro and a lower ranked slayer dispatched a hoard of female demons that had been capturing young men. The file after that was titled differently though, 'A-04 (H.R.M) PTR: J.Kuwajima' The reports in that file entailed gruesome descriptions of how a lower moon had taken over an entire village and enslaved its inhabitant. The mission took the lives of well over thirty slayers and more than a hundred civilians, before two Hashira- one of which was Shinjuro, were called to action and dispatched the demon.

You reached for the next file which when the sound of Senjuro politely greeting his father was heard, stopping in your tracks. You paused to listen for a moment to listen to realize that they were both outside the house before quickly putting the report back where it belonged and shutting the filing cabinet.

You made your way towards the exit and just as you were about to pull open the shoji door a large, framed photo caught your attention, it looked to be a photo of Senjuro and Kyojuro along with a similar looking male in his mid-twenties. This caught you off guard, the boys didn't have an older cousin, they hadn't even know that they had an uncle until recently, and there was no way that that could have been Shinjuro, the male was too young. Even then something didn't look quite right about the boys, but before you could pinpoint what the sound of the outside gate shutting had you briskly exiting the study. You'd decided your curiosity wasn't worth getting caught.

You made your way down the long corridor before you rounded the corner leading into the main area. You found yourself face to face with the Rengoku patriarch and in his battle worn hands was the typical sake jug. He was looked particularly vexed. Though you knew not to take it to heart as it was to be expected with the withdrawal he was surely facing after you cut of his sake supply, "Welcome home Rengoku-sama." you bowed just as respectfully as you had each time her returned before, "How did your trip to the Market go?"

If it were possible his mood seemed to sour even more at that question, "That damn old woman wouldn't stop harassing me each time I go it to town. I don't see why you or the boy couldn't go get the sake, you could have saved me the hassle of dealing with her and her dimwited questions!"

You only shook your head and gave the older man a firm glare, "Senjuro is far too young to be handling sake even if vendor holds no issue selling to him. I also refuse to allow him or I to contribute to your bad habits. As it stands, I take care of the boy and while I do, he will not be purchasing any sake until he is old enough to understand the consequences misusing it may have."

You didn't know if it was the fact that he was sober, or that he was exhausted, but the man didn't even attempt to refute your statement. He only glared at you as something akin to shame filled his eyes, before he roughly brushed past you mumbling something incoherent under his breath.

As you watched the older man angrily walk down the hall and into his room you couldn't help but breathe quite a sigh of relief, before grabbing some bread out of the kitchen and making your way to your own room.

As expected Kyojuro's crow was sat patiently waiting for you on the desk in the corner of the room when you entered.

"Hello Kaname, how are you? Did you enjoy the bird seed I left out for you? I see that it's all gone." You gestured to the small shallow dish that laid on the seal of the window which the bird had entered through. You wondered if he even gotten through the window before indulging in the seed. Much like his owner the crow seemed to have quite the appetite.

"Yes, it was TASTY, as my master would say! Speaking of him, he sent me here to let you know he should start his journey back within the next few days if all goes well, as well as to inquire about you know what." The bird trailed off lowly before pointing a sharp talion towards the stack of unused writing paper Kyojuro had left for you before his departure, "While I do fairly well at keeping track of information. I don't want to miss anything when reporting your findings to my master, so It'd probably be best for you to write him a letter so nothing of importance is overlooked."

You immediately felt your throat tighten, and a sudden relentless heat spread across your body, "I understand your thought process, but I believe it's best not the leave any evidence, there wasn't a lot of information anyway. I found a file with my surname empty of all but a water damaged photo. The title on the file was: 'Sp-04 (H.P.M) PTR: S.(L/N)'. I believe (H.P.M) means something about the risk factor, but oddly enough I couldn't find another file with that same code."

You held your breath as the crow stared at you blankly with a tilted his head before nodding in agreement, "Alright (Y/N) I will report your findings to my master." The bird then took off without another word and you felt yourself relax a fraction.

You had been able to push off needing to write during your time here at the Rengoku estate, and thankfully since you could read quite well no one expected a thing, but that moment had been a harsh wake up call. You realized that some point you'd be forced to come clean about how far your lack of a quality education truly went.

It's not as if you couldn't write at all, you could write well enough to take someone's order at work, or a simple shopping list for when you went to the market, but beyond that you were lost. So, you could forget about ever possibly writing a letter.

That was one of the largest and only grudges you held against your mother, but then again, some days you supposed the little money your father had left her was probably better spent on her cigars. She would have been a worse monster to deal with otherwise. At the end of the day you also supposed you should be grateful she allowed you to stay in school until you were eight, at least by then you were old enough to use what you had learned to teach yourself further. In turn you were able to work in jobs were reading and quick math skills were needed.

You grimaced at what could have been your fate if you hadn't been able to make enough to support yourself and your mother. More than likely she would have married you off sooner, and probably to a much older man who was like-minded to herself, or even worse she could have sent you to work in the brothel in your hometown. Now that truly would have been a crueler fate.

The brothel's owner's cruelty made your mother appear almost saint like. She made her yūjo sign long contracts that would span at a minimum five years. Though as you though back on it only a few girls ever made it to the end of their contracts. One could only fulfil her contract by marrying a customer who paid off their debts and housing fees or completing the five-years originally agreed upon. The third and unorthodox way to escape the binding contract, was to commit ashinuke with a customer, and not pay off their debts in the hopes of escaping their miserable lives in the brothel. Many of the younger girls went this route and were never seen again, but for the more senior workers who could no longer collect a livable wage the most common way out of a contract was simply suicide.

You remembered when you were desperate for work as a preteen the owner of the brothel hired you to clean up the aftermath of such an incident after the body was removed, and buried who knows where. It was a truly gruesome scene, you learned just how much blood a human could produce that day. The girl's dried blood puddled on the floor and large splatters lined the walls, to be frank the room looked more like a murder scene then that of a woman who'd taken her life after being drowned in years of agony.

It took you hours upon hours of work to clean, but those hours steeled your resolve to be of use to your mother, you couldn't end up like that poor woman had, you wouldn't allow it. How lonely she must have felt in those final moments...you never wanted to know that agony.

You cleaned two more scenes like that after that before thankfully finding a stable job elsewhere, much to the brothel owners begrudgement.

So, while there was clearly a web of things being hidden from you and Kyojuro, which didn't make this situation ideal, you were far happier now with the Rengoku's then you were in your hometown, with that future as an ever-looming possibility for you. Here you had Senjuro who you could care for and was great company, and you also had Kyojuro's kind smile and vibrant personality. You couldn't stand the idea of losing that if Shinjuro learned the truth, along with the sad and pitiful gaze Kyojuro would surely give you when he learned you couldn't do something as simple as write. Though you know you couldn't blame them if they chose to cast you aside, how could an uneducated woman be the wife of the Flame Hashira? You would ultimately be a blemish on their family and taint the proud line of Hashira that came from the Rengoku family...

With these anxieties eating away at you, you tossed the piece of bread on your desk and searched for your coin purse. Once you found the beaten down pouch you hastily readied yourself for a trip to town.

Once you exited the house you announced to Senjuro who was sweeping that you were going to the market. Though uncharacteristically you made no attempt to invite the boy who only nodded in confusion as he watched your Kimono drift lightly in the autumn winds, as you left the estate.

"Ah, welcome back my feather friend!" Kyojuro felt his smile slip a fraction when he saw no parchment strung to the crow as it landed on his sleeved forearm, "Ah, I'm assuming (Y/n) wasn't able to enter my father's study?"

"Actually, she was, but she saw it unwise to send you a written summary of her findings, so I'll tell you what she said instead!" The crow said before nudged his beak into the breast pocket of the Hashira's uniform in search of food, which Kyojuro wordlessly offered.

After the crow finished his well-deserved snack Kyojuro listened carefully as he reported your findings, and only once Kaname had finished the man chose to speak, "I am unsure of what the code (H.P.M) stands for, but this is what I believe the rest meant: S:04 means summer of 1904, after that is usually the risk factor, then the name of the partner on the mission. Though, if (Y/n) found a picture in the file that means It could be a misplaced personal file of my father's, which would explain why I don't know the code (H.P.M) and in that case PTR could be someone who's not a co-worker, but of relevance to whatever the file entails instead, though I'm not saying this is the case. To be frank my father wasn't well organized in the years after my mother's death which unfortunately was shortly after that file was dated, so I'm sorry to say I'm unsure what it could truly be." The man looked up in thought then continued, "After you've rested tell (Y/n) what I've told you along with she may proceed in her search if she sees fit, or she may wait for my return. The choice is completely hers." Kyojuro's gaze was filled with unwavering conviction as he staired into his crows dark beady eyes which bore right back into his own golden ones.

"Understood Lord Rengoku!" The crow swiftly made his way up the Hashira's sleeve before coming to rest on his master's broad shoulder, this in itself wasn't unusual, the crow would often rest on Kyojuro after long flights, but the calculative gaze in the birds eyes was, "Lord Rengoku, I have a question?"

"What is it Kaname?" Most would have been put off on the bird's close proximity and unwavering gaze, but Kyojuro only rubbed a finger under the crow's chin gently as he briskly made his way down the dirt path.

"What do you think of (Y/n)-San?" Kyojuro's halted in all movement's before turning his gaze to give the nosey bird an incredulous look.

"Why do you ask Kaname?" The young man quickly schooled his expression and continued down the path when the bird's dark eyes met his own. To be frank that was about the last thing, Kyojuro had expected the feathered creature to ask. He'd heard from his fellow slayers about their Kasugi crows being quite the gossips, but it had seemed Kaname chose not to subscribe to such actions, well that is until now.

"You've been acting different since she started living with your family."

A hearty laugh bellowed from deep within Kyojuro's sturdy chest, "Is that so?" His laughter faded when he realized the crow was still staring at him, and that he was completely serious.

"Yes." The crow answered plainly, clearly not sharing his master's humor. It was then he realized he wouldn't be escaping until he gave the bird a satisfactory answer.

So Kyojuro sighed and answered honestly, "I'm astonished at how caring and compassionate she is, especially with Senjuro. She's truly the best of women. That is what I think of (Y/N) (L/N)."

The crow only nodded in understanding at his master's words, seemingly content with that reply as he went back to munching away on his bird seed.

"What do you think of (Y/N), Kaname?" Kyojuro asked after the bird had completely run out of snacks and turned to look at him in silent ask for more.

"I really like her! She gives me bird seeds and salmon; she would make a great mate!" The bird's feathers puffed up in excitement at the idea of having bird seed and fish along with the general spoiling you've provided over the past 2 weeks.

"I'm sorry-what?" The color drained from Kyojuro's face as he helplessly stammered, completely and utterly horrified at what he believed the crow was implying, "Kaname- I- she's a human, you- well you're a bird!"

The crow whipped his feathered head up to look at the hashira and his little beak fell open, "No a mate for you! CAW! CAW! Not me! CAW!!CAW!!" Kaname seemed even more horrified at the implication than Kyojuro who'd had at this point broken out in a flustered blush.

"Oh... Well, In that case I'll see what I can do my feathered friend." The young rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks cooled. He decided it wouldn't hurt to humor his faithful companion.

The moon and her proud pale beams bore gently upon Kyojuro's content features as he swiftly made his way through another desolate village towards its outskirts.

His mission a few towns over had been a successful one, and thankfully had a happier ending than most. Kyojuro had saved a charming family of five shortly after entering the village, and they'd all managed to escape relatively unscathed. A warmth filled the Hashira's chest as he thought back to the loving mother and father along with their three soft spoken boys.

Seeing the mother's relieved cries as she tightly embraced her sons and the grateful smile the father flashed Kyojuro as he stroked one of the boy's locs, undeniably struck a chord with the slayer. It was happy moments such as that which made his job worth wild.

In that moment the Hashira believed nothing could sour his joyous mood, not the light tension in his shoulders, or the tired stinging that clung to his eyes, not even the dry painful cracks the cold Autumn air seemed to bring his battle worn hands each year dampened the males spirt. There was only a few more missions Kyojuro knew he'd have to complete before he'd be home with his own family once again, and he found that though quite exhilarating. He'd be able to hear your and Senjuro's quite chatter in the morning, he'd see one of your rare soft smiles as his younger brother excitedly told you about the latest recipe he'd found, and Kyojuro would be able to watch his father's gazes become clearer and hold less anger as the hours he went without sake went on. That was a sight he wasn't sure he could handle fading away; it was truly all Kyojuro wanted for his father.

This sprung a new line of thoughts in Kyojuro; What did family now meant to him? Kyojuro found himself taken aback when he came to the realization that his image of family had changed quite drastically when you entered his life, more so small parts of him had changed as well, but what did that mean? Did that mean that you were now a part of that picture?

Kyojuro's mind felt as if it were moving a mile a minute, as he searched though his memories of you for a particular instance of where things had shifted, but before he could come to a conclusion a soft harmonious pinging silenced the stresses that plagued his mind and caught his attention instead. He realized quickly that he would have surely missed the sound if there had been people bustling about. His hearing sadly hadn't gotten much better in the years after his first mission, despite the doctor claiming it would. A busted ear drum was something the man said wouldn't need medical intervention, but as Kyojuro listened to the almost inaudible pinging, he couldn't help but laugh light heartedly at his poor luck. Kyojuro was able to continue to listen to that inchingly familiar sound, thankful he'd came to this town well after midnight where there was not another sole to be found, and he stood there silently until he realized just why it had caught his attention, 'That sounds just like the wind chime Mother kept on the engawa.'

Kyojuro's eyes drifted shut as he listened to the familiar harmony and an old memory, one he'd long forgotten slowly drifted back to him. He once asked his mother why Senjuro always fell asleep when the wind chime would sound.

"The sound of the wind Chime's means prosperity is among us Kyojuro, because of that your brother knows we're safe and he can rest peacefully without worry." His mother said as she rocked the small bundle that was a newborn Senjuro back and forth as a soft pinging travled in the spring breeze.

At the time Kyojuro couldn't understand how a baby could know all that, but didn't question his mother, she was an adult after all, maybe she knew something he didn't? It was only years later after he packed the wind chime away that he understood the comfort it had brought both him and Senjuro, but he'd rather have had to deal with Senjuro's cries instead of his father making good on the threat of breaking the glass fixture. To be frank he had not a clue where he could have possibly put the once beloved wind chime, but he took comfort in knowing it was safely packed away from his father's rage. He hoped one day to be able to hang the chime once again the help his own children rest peacefully, but he knew as things were that was a pipedream more than anything else.

The blond-haired man opened his eyes and slowly found himself following the steady melody. He wasn't entirely sure why he felt the need to follow the soft harmony, but had a feeling if he didn't he'd regret it.

After weaving through countless streets and alleyways Kyojuro found himself before a small shop that had an array of different types of glass wear hanging from the rafters of its porch, but as his gaze moved along the establishment, he saw that no wind chime seemed to be present.

"You better not be planning on robbing me boy." The gruff and sudden voice had Kyojuro turning his attention to where he saw an elderly man standing defensively. Kyojuro quickly realized he must have come from the back and around to the front.

"Hello Sir! I can assure you I am not planning to steal anything from you. I just though I heard the sound of a wind chime coming from your establishment! It reminded me of one my mother owned when I was a child." The Hashira said with honest and friendly smile that had the tension slipping out of elderly man's shoulders. The man then turned and walked towards the back of the shop wordlessly, leaving Kyojuro confused as he watched.

"Are you coming young man? The chill is getting to my old bones, since I now know you're not here to rob me you can join me for tea." the man paused and looked over his shoulder with a raised thin grey brow, despite the man clearly being on in years his eyes were crystal clear as he gazed into Kyojuro's with a familiarity that confused the Hashira. They'd never met right?

"Yes sir!" the blond replied enthusiastically as he followed the older man inside. Curious to see what the man had to say.

The inside was filled with even more glassware. Though these items ranged from colorful blown glass to expensive China.

"Been a long time since I've seen a Demon Slayer in this village. Even longer since I've seen someone who's looked like you." The man stated before looking at Kyojuro grimly, "So what brings you here young man? Who's died now?"

"No one you should know. It was a few villages over; I'm just passing through here to get to my next mission." Kyojuro's polite tone seemed to comfort the older man who released a heavy sigh.

"Good, the last time there was an attack in this village it was a horrid massacre. I'm one of the few still here who remember still that day." the man sat which allowed Kyojuro to get a better look at the man. He realized instantly the man wasn't as old as he originally thought, now that the man seemed to be at ease he looked only to be in his early to mid-fifties.

"Your earlier comment has me curious. If you don't mind me asking, you mentioned people who look like me, what did you mean?" Kyojuro's owlish stair seemed to go right through the older male, who only staired back blankly.

"You're going to want to make yourself comfortable young man, this will be a long story. I'm Seiko Kaneshon by the way." Kyojuro flashed the older male a smile which was returned in kind.

"It's nice to meet you Kaneshon-San, I'm Kyojuro Rengoku! I have till morning light before I have to be on my way, so please take your time."

"It's nice to meet you as well Rengoku-san. The story start's almost thirty years ago. Two slayers came to this town to investigate a string of disappearances you see."

Kyojuro nodded along, his undivided attention on the man before him, why did he have a bad feeling about this?

I hope you all enjoyed! You're going to want to buckle up for this next chapter, because it's not going to be a happy one. If you have any thoughts, or predictions as to what future chapters might entail, please do share it's always fun and helpful to see what other's think! Translations Seiko: Holy and Truth (according to a baby naming website lol) Kaneshon: Carnation

Tashio era secret

Author: Hello (Y/n)! This is your first time here, right? Y/N: Hello, and yes, it is. Um, what is this exactly? Author: Well, here we talk about anything we aren't really going to cover in the story! Y/N: Story, what do you mean? Author: (Sweat drops in breaking the second wall) Uhhhh nothing you need to worry about! Y/N: Alright... Author: So, we know what your least favorite job you've had is, but was your favorite job? Y/N: Definitely working under the doctor. I learned so much, it was quite disheartening when she had to leave. Author: So how long did you work for her? Y/N: A year, I was fifteen when I first started and was turning sixteen when they left. Author:I see, I hope you're able to see her again, I can tell how much you care for her. Y/N: As do I, but I fear that isn't likely. I wasn't able to stay in touch. Author: *Nodds in understanding* Well that was today's Tashio era secret. Thank you for tuning in and thank you (Y/N) for sharing your story. See you all next time! last chapter Next Chapter:Coming soon

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