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yinyuedijun · 3 months

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hi I am testing out whether or not I'm shadowbanned. however I don't want to spam the main tags w irrelevant posts so I am offering this snippet from art of the bedchamber part 2 \o/

tw soggy sfw danheng (pre-1.2)

Dan Heng remembers when he assumed his human form for the first time.

It is a difficult scene to forget: the wreckage of an IPC ship, engulfed in the red glow of emergency lights. A robotic voice signalling the steady loss of hair: Attention, attention, the system had blared in a pleasant, sunny tone. Attention to all passengers. The Altair has experienced irreparable damage to its seal. There are 120 minutes until complete oxygen depletion. Please make your way to the lifepods. The Vega is on standby to receive all survivors. Attention, attention.

The PA system said nothing of the vengeful ghost who’d wrought all that destruction—both upon the ship and its passengers. Probably everyone who could have made such an announcement was dead.

Yinyue Jun, the wraith had called him, mara-poisoned eyes shining as his gaze fell upon his features. The same features that Dan Heng was now studying in the broken mirror, fragmented by cracks running through the glass. Dan Feng. Sinner. You’ll never escape your karmic debt. You'll never escape your punishment. I’ll find you whenever you are, no matter how far you run. Even if I forget everything else of my mortal life, I'll never forget your face.

His face.

Dan Heng had never seen much of his own face in the darkness of the Shackling Prison, but he'd been strung up and whipped for its likeness. Punished for whom it once belonged. This is simply the weight of your karma from your past life. It was you who buried your beloved. It was you who nearly destroyed your homeworld. It was your fault, Dan Feng, that she died. How could you do that to her? To your friend? High Elder, do you know how the Vidyadhara suffered for your pride? It is you who is at fault for the deaths of so many of our kin. You, you, you. This is what you deserve, Yinyue Jun, for your arrogance. it matters not if it was your past life, it matters not if you're now a child, you have no right to shed those tears—

Seeing his face—Yinyue Jun's face—for the first time then, with its gleaming irises, its jadeite horns, its otherworldly glow—

—Dan Heng hated it.

His features were a curse, one not unlike the powers he'd inherited. You should never be allowed to roam free, Dan Feng. You cannot be trusted with the powers of a High Elder. Not with how you lost control in your last life.

You are a danger to us all, Dan Feng.

This is what you deserve.

Dan Heng was eager to sculpt a new face for himself. Relieved to lock away his powers. Anxious to paint into existence a dream he’d long imagined as a child. The dull green of his eyes, the short clip of his dark hair, the only hint to his past a cinnabar stroke along his lashline—these were features he’d long envisioned for himself growing up in the Prison, devouring countless novels about worldly life on the Luofu. All those stories about human men and women, leading quaint and romantic lives unfettered by destiny. All those tales about mortals far removed from his existence as a disgraced High Elder.

Looking like this—plain, unassuming, without the marks of a Vidyadhara elder—Dan Heng could pretend to be one of those mortals. He could act like he'd never felt the bite of shackles in his wrists. Like he'd never felt the burn of a welt slashed across his back. Like he'd grown up in sunlight, not the darkness of a cell.

He could act as if he were in control of his own destiny.

It would be impossible, of course, to truly entertain these delusions. But he still likes to imagine it every now and then—particularly with you, nowadays. He thinks of it when he stares at your reflections in the mirror in the early morning, brushing your teeth side by side. He thinks of it when sees the photos that March 7th has taken of the two of you, pinned up conspicuously on your bedroom walls. He especially thinks of it when he catches himself looking at the selfies that you always insist on taking with him—which is very often, given how you like to snatch his phone and update his lockscreen with them.

To the uninformed eye, all of these scenes make the two of you look like a simple, human couple—one right out of a novel.

Dan Heng thinks about this most often: a normal life with you, in which he is not burdened with the title of Yinyue Jun. In which there is no chance of staining your future with the transgressions of his past. In which you’ve never once been hurt because of his relation to Dan Feng, and where you will never be hurt again.

If paradise is but a dream, he thinks, gazing at the contours of your soft expression, then I wish to sleep forever.

dividers by @/cafekitsune!

#its largely unedited i hope thats ok #dan heng x reader #hsr x reader #x reader #yueshuo.fics #hope thsi shows up

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fioras-resolve · 6 months

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"Is the Berlin Interpretation still relevant?" Part 10 - Results

So, I guess I should finally explain what I'm talking about. I promise I'll stop spamming these tags now.

The Berlin Interpretation of Roguelikes is a genre definition that was made at a roguelike dev conference in 2008. It was a handful of people who were inspired by Rogue to make their own procedural death labyrinths. This was just before Spelunky. It was before The Binding of Isaac, it was before FTL, and it was before Risk of Rain. In other words, this interpretation was made right before the definition of a roguelike radically changed. Before these genre fusions, roguelikes were mostly games like NetHack and Angband, games that were directly inspired by this RPG from 1980. They were roguelikes, because they were "like Rogue."

But let's talk about what this interpretation is actually doing. It is not, in fact, a set of rigid guidelines of what features a game needs to be part of the genre. It is a set of high and low value factors, that a game may not have all of, but the more it has, the more it is, well, Rogue-like. There isn't a game that purely embodies each of these factors, because there's doesn't have to be. Even Rogue isn't fully faithful to this interpretation. It's just that if your game has enough of these factors, then it's clearly working in the same design space, and part of the broader conversation. That's all it was doing.

So is it still relevant? Well, kind of, but not really. Sure, permadeath and procedural generation are still important to people, but for it to be turn-based and grid-based aren't necessary anymore. And I guess for the later polls, either people got tired of me posting these in their tags every day, or they just don't have an opinion one way or the other, because their vote counts didn't even hit the triple digits. It seems like complexity, resource management, and exploration/discovery are still important, while non-modal gameplay and hack-and-slash aren't as much. But I hesitate to give these results the same kind of credence because of how many people from the earlier polls didn't vote on these ones.

It seems like, these days, the roguelike isn't really about its base mechanics. It's a structural genre. You can graft any base mechanics onto it, as long as you start a new run after you die, and each run is made unique by randomness. It seems pretty straightforward.

Okay, what about Mystery Dungeon?

The Mystery Dungeon games these days are mostly known for being Pokemon spinoffs, but the series goes back to the 90s with games like Shiren the Wanderer. These games are directly inspired by the original Rogue, complete with grid-based movement, item discovery, and heavy resource management. It's more "like Rogue" than a lot of modern roguelikes. But because it's structured more like a Japanese RPG, with checkpoints, persistent progression, and a full-blown story, it would probably nowadays be called a "roguelite." Even though it precedes that term by decades!

I'm honestly really surprised that Mystery Dungeon doesn't come up more in discussions about roguelikes. Like, it's a really obvious point of contention, and one that's worth talking about. But only one person in my replies actually mentioned Mystery Dungeon in their thoughts about permadeath. I suspect it's because most of the roguelikes people are invested in these days are indie PC games from the West, while Mystery Dungeon is a Japanese series on console and handheld. But I can't prove it.

Speaking of roguelites though, we have to talk about that term. I don't think that "roguelite" is an inherently elitist term, or that it's useless as a label. it clearly serves some purpose in conversation, even if I wouldn't use it myself. I don't want to prescribe my definitions of terms from on high. I want to understand how people are using these terms in daily practice.

And it seems like it comes down to two definitions. One is the Berliner standpoint. It's less common, but it sees some use. Basically, if you're not making a grid-based dungeon crawler, you're not really making a game "like Rogue," are you? Genre fusions like Risk of Rain and Slay the Spire play completely differently from the roguelikes of old, so it feels weird to just call them roguelikes. This is treating it as a mechanical genre, defining roguelikes by dungeon-crawling in the same way we define a shooter by shooting.

The other definition is a broader one, defined by two key features: procgen and permadeath. This is the most common one in modern conversations about roguelikes, because it takes it as a given that these genre fusions are what roguelikes Are. By this framing, a roguelite is any procgen game that features persistent upgrades. Something like Rogue Legacy, where your progression isn't just you as a player, but your character growing more powerful. Permadeath and procgen serve a very specific purpose in conjunction with each other, and there is a sense where either of these factors being diluted misses the entire point. But plenty of people don't put stock into the like/lite distinction, because they don't see it as mattering. No definition here is wrong, they're just all operating under different beliefs.

(sigh) Look, genre is a lot like gender. In fact, in some languages, they're the same word. It's vague, it's arbitrary, and it doesn't make sense if you squint too hard. But it's important to people, either to describe what they're doing or to understand what others are doing. There's never going to be a strict, clear definition of roguelike that perfectly covers all cases, because that's just not how genre works. Roguelikes are what we mean when we talk about roguelikes. It's very easy to poke fun at a genre label like this, but it's a lot harder to understand what it's doing, and what it means to people. That's the conversation that really matters here.

Is the Berlin Interpretation still relevant? Not as much as it used to be. But your interpretation is what's really important.

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lyssified · 1 year

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okayyyy uh new intro post because i hate my old one

hi :) you can call me lyss ! they/she a woman liking women. probably pansexual infp-t, libra sun scorpio rising gemini moon, enneagram 9 (in case anyone cares ab that stuff) usamerican :/

film kid AND theater kid (scary) a little bit of a nerd slash freak :) a MINOR so don't be a creep please however i do love new friends so don't be afraid to DM me/send asks/spam like or reblog/tag me in stuff/send me stuff you think i'll like

don't be mean, creepy, or a bigot, if i think you're a bot i will block you :) tone tags appreciated if warranted here's my pronouns page, feel free to add me to your circle if we're mutuals!! i have a tagging system now :0 if i need to be tagging something please let me know !

main things i post/rb posts about atm are: my life (there are a lot of these), queer things, pjo show, boygenius, dr who (currently on season 6), scott pilgrim, good omens, ofmd, music recs, theater kid shit, the soup anons (iykyk, if not you'll see), other interactions with people

the show i am currently working on is (please ask me about it): theater season is over AHHHHHH

more stuff abt me under the cut !!

love u all !!!!!

things i enjoy (hobbies ig): bass guitar, musical theater (costume design/tech in general, acting & singing), baking, reading, sewing, makeup, photography, film (chronic film kid taking film class), really any kind of arts&crafts, most water sports, music listening, watching bad tv to make fun of it, swimming in the morning, coffee, funky earrings/socks, vintage clothes/fashion history, and my dog :)

movies/shows i like (i consume so much media): heartstopper, young royals, umbrella academy, bee & puppycat lazy in space, the pjo show, TEOTFW, gravity falls, good omens, ofmd, i am not okay with this, doctor who, takin over the asylum, much ado about nothing (2011 tennant and tate version), stranger things (sometimes), moonrise kingdom, amelie, honestly anything by wes anderson, shit from the 80s like the breakfast club etc, knives out (and glass onion), scott pilgrim, lady bird, everything everywhere all at once, any kind of movie musical

music people: los campesinos!, arctic monkeys, boygenius, sorry mom, car seat headrest, phoebe bridgers, queen, the neighbourhood, sir chloe, noahfinnce, mcr, the front bottoms, radiohead, the smiths, eleven hours, beabadobee, mazzy star, the cure, pixies, mitski and many more

musicals i like (obligatory theater kid section): amelie (london version), heathers (west end and world premiere), wicked, in the heights, dear evan hansen, into the woods, the lightning thief, six, phantom, anastasia, bmc (both recordings), the prom, mean girls, beetlejuice, hadestown, hairspray, west side story, moulin rouge, les mis, chicago, newsies, grease, little shop

#about me

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prongsfootandco · 1 year

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A note to the Jegulus/Wolfstar side of fandom.

If you tag "Starchaser- Relationship" on AO3, your fic shows in the Sirius/James ship tag (because we had Starchaser first). Our ship tag is already flooded with Jegulus and Wolfstar endgame fics and the "Starchaser" tag is just making it worse.

So this is a plea to stop tagging things with Sirius/James and Starchaser unless your fic actually centres on romantic Sirius/James. The slash tag does not mean platonic relationships (I would make an exception for QPR fics centred around the pair as long as neither of them are in another relationship.)

Oh and whilst I'm at it, if you make a text post that explicitly Jegulus or Wolfstar (or any ship really) don't tag every marauder era character. If a character isn't the focus of your post then they shouldn't be tagged. You are spamming the tags and it is making things intolerable.

You can ship whatever you like, but please be respectful to other areas of the fandom.

#marauders #jegulus #wolfstar #prongsfoot #please be respectful to others

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ladykailitha · 9 months

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Tags

And while I'm at as far as PSAs go:

This Tumblr and not TikTok or X (Twitter for those who avoid it like the plague since Musk took over) the tags are not for flexing or whatever the hell you do over there.

They are search system for those looking for a specific thing. Say you wanted to see Kirk/Spock. You would look for the tags #kirk/spock #spock/kirk and #spirk. It's popular enough that you think that's all you're going to see. Except you don't because people start tagging their Nyota/Spock stories as #spirk because they want to have as many people as possible see their stuff.

Except here's the problem, people. It's against the terms of service you agreed to when you signed up for this little website/app. It's considered spam.

And I will absolutely report for you it. I don't care what the reason is, but especially if you're doing it for sympathy points. "Oh my dog is sick, please send money" tags all the major tags that are trending at the moment so that it gets seen. Tumblr really is the worst place for that sort of thing. Old posts pop up all the time and unless you have that feature turned you can't tell how old a post is.

And while we're talking invasive species in the tags, let's talk about two of my biggest pet peeves.

Y/N and OT3s.

I've seen a couple posts going around for the Y/N stuff, so I won't add much here, only to say that: YOU CANNOT BLOCK IT AT ALL. Because of the / in the middle. If that appears anywhere in a post Tumblr will block you from seeing it because it thinks it's Y/N. It could be Amy/Amelia (talking about the Doctor Who character) and because it has the / the filter system will think it's Y/N.

And just trying to block x character doesn't work either, because the tag might be xcharacter or x character or x/character and even if you filter all three someone will find another way to tag that you didn't think of will appear and suddenly your block list is twelve miles long and growing because people will also tag the character and you still see it. Or a pairing which brings me to...

OT3s. The third and final invasive species. And I think the one that pisses me off the most. Because no (I'm going to keep using Star Trek here, sorry), your Kirk/Bones/Spock is NOT Kirk/Spock, Kirk/Bones, Spock/Bones. And you tagging it as such only clogs the other tags with stuff they don't want to see.

And AGAIN no real way to block the damn thing. Because some people use portmanteaus while others use the slash. And sometimes the use this weird system of naming that you don't understand at all. Like (I hate using Harry Potter, sorry but it's the most prevalent users of the system I've seen) WolfStar for Remus/Sirius. Wolf for the werewolf and Star because Sirius is a star. But if you're not in the fandom you wouldn't know to tag for it. (I know it's a regular pairing and not a OT3, but there are these types of tags for those as well)

So consider this your PSA. Don't tag for things that the post isn't about. Don't tag Y/N. And don't tag OT3s as pairs because it's really not about the pair and you know it's not.

***Just a note, be civil in comments and tags otherwise I will block you. I don't give a fuck.

#ladykailitha rants #tags #psa

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aubregine-extremelyd · 8 months

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! INTRO POST !

which I should've done a while ago but let's ignore that

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My name's Aubrey, I'm Polish, 19 years old, asexual and agender, still not sure about my romantic orientation and I go by they/she/he

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I'm in a lot of fandoms but my main interest as of now are: Undertale/Deltarune (biggest fixation), Omori, DDLC, Cookie Run Kingdom

aaaand FNaF as well and even tho I do have a few minor issues with it, it's not that big of a deal

And when it comes to series: Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Saiki Kusuo, KCC, TOH, Amphibia, She-ra and recently The Amazing Digital Circus

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I do reblog a lot but mostly just like the posts on my dashboard, sometimes I just forget to reblog or don't see posts (totally not cause I get distracted easily) so sorry about that AND for spamming your notifs heh , I very much appreciate both likes and reblogs, spam these all you want, you are also free to send me art requests and most random asks you can possibly think of :3

And also I do swear/cuss quite frequently so be aware of that

Here's my epic tags cause apparently that's a thing people do:

#ok art time - art I drew

#ok fanart time - fanart I drew

#re of blog - reblog tag

#self re of blog - self reblog tag

#asks slash requests - self explanatory

#aubrey's rambling - random text or images posts

#heather undertale, #heather deltarune, #tak brie, #kat brie, #jasper griffin, #ember fuego, #sanrey - all of my oc tags

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Additionally, my fav characters from any series to ever exist are Sans Undertale (I don't give a shit if he's over popular or smth, he's my spirit animal), Susie from Deltarune, Aubrey from Omori (which fun fact I got my name from), Golden Cheese Cookie from Cookie Run (litteraly started playing the game cause of her) and Monika from DDLC (my beloved gf ❤️)

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For DNI it's just all the basic things, I can always just block someone if I feel like it

Ok that's it, thanks for listening, byebye <3

#GOD i should've wrote that so long ago #idk i just didn't really feel like doing that but its real now #ALSO I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS BEFORE I FINISHED oopsie #anyway i dont have much more to say i may edit some stuff if needed

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facepalming-since-chernobyl · 2 years

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The worrying thing is aside from people who followed this story, there are many who don't know what he did which means if he's in the dating scene, horrifyingly he could - and likely will - do this to someone else. Also, his "defense" was Melissa was "always falling for co-stars"? Hey scum of the earth, it's Hollywood, I can give a mile-long list of actors who do that, example: Keri Russell. So, that made it right to beat her? I really hope scumbag falls in a live volcano and burns alive.

Not that I really want to keep talking about him - why can't I do a vomit emoji on my laptop - but there's a comment on the ONTD thread about him that he got dropped from the Linklater movie, rumored. I haven't seen any official announcement of it so who knows if it's even true but then if Linklater finally wised up to what he is, maybe he got fired quietly? If not I don't have Twitter anymore but everyone should spam Linklater and tag this DUI story too.

There always will be people who check only one side of the story and well, fans who just want excuses to still follow the fave. But it is horryfying how many abusive men very easily find another victim. It's just them being very good manipulators.

I haven't seen his insta story about "she always dates the costars", but look how manipulative it is for many reasons. Her first official bf was a photographer, next was the scum who is an actor and then Chris, actor too. What always? Also, actors spend most of their time on set. When they have a role they spend like 16h every day on set? So when the fuck they can spend time with potential partners? Also, when you read how he gloated about falling for her and was so "happy" to have scenes with her, because thanks to that he could have became closer to her. What just proves, he knows exactly how actors find partners. So, once again, fuck him.

But ya know, talking about his insta, it's a funny slash horrible story. He deleted a lot of them, but it was full of his pics on shooting range, him boxing with his macho pals etc. Then Mel made her insta story, he deleted shit, stopped posting for a year, made his ass apology and the next on his insta is some vid with a little girl - i's so fucking patehtic and hilarious.

I support the volcano idea.

Do you know what movie exactly? Because so far no info on imdb.

EDIT: ok, it’s Merrily We Roll Along and he is not listed.

#anons #my fam #that piece of crap

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omotextual · 3 years

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Trying to write a very stereotypical "every possible public restroom is closed" sort of fic and realizing that I do not remotely know the layout of N/ight V/ale 😑

#y'all i feel so damn ridiculous every time i do the slashes thing #but i really don't wanna accidentally spam the main tag so

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blackberry-gingham · 2 years

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Talk Tonight | Sabretooth x GN!Reader

Chpt 1 | Next...>

You live a peaceful life far on the edge of the city, thankfully far far away from the seemingly constant upswing of mutant mayhem. The commute to work is a little long sure, but your sanity is worth it. It's not that you hate mutants, it's just... Well... Trouble seems to follow them.

In a stroke of misfortune that only you could possibly fall into, it would seem that, despite all your efforts, one such piece of trouble has managed to find you.

tag list: I don't want to spam my doc ock readers with this non doc fic, so lmk if you want back on the list 😅 In the meantime, @samatedeansbroccoli

tags: amnesia Sabretooth era (it's a comic thing, trust me), mentions/threats of violence, gender non-specific reader

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A cold, autumn night. The middle of the woods. Darkness as far as the human eye can see.

Hands gnarled and bloodied. Lungs on fire, hot and overworked with labored breath.

But he doesn't dare stop running.

Rushing, pounding blood racing through his ears. Sounds like a river. He wishes it would stop. How else can he know if he's still being chased?

The underbrush stabs and slashes at his face and exposed skin. Every minute he earns himself a new injury. They didn't even bother to give him a damn shirt.

But he can't stop.

Fear controls his every sense. It propels him forward on exhausted arms and legs. Deadens his nerves. Pumps up his heartbeat to it's functioning limit. Locks his head forward. Away, far away, from the prison he's escaping.

He can't even look back. The terror within won't let him.

The rushing grows louder and louder. It's deafening. Suffocating. An eerie darkness haunts the edge of his vision. He's losing breath faster then he can replace it. More and more what little he can make of the distance ahead grows shorter and shorter.

Where the fuck is he?

Time and location... The hour, the day, the fucking year, all escape him. Where did he come from? Where is he going? Perhaps these questions would be less chilling, if only he knew something, anything, more then simply his name.

Victor. That memory came on it's own.

Sabretooth. Now, that... That's what they've been calling him.

His memories are gone. Lost. Perhaps forever.

But he couldn't live another day in that damn cage. That damn... dark, empty room.

Did they think their pretty holograms were enough? That they made up for keeping him locked up like a pet? That the little illusion of freedom would make him happy?

He may not remember what happened to him, but he fears his body remembers all too well. The cage was... Wrong. Not his home.

Has he been locked up before?

So many questions... None of the answers.

What does he fear more, where he's going or going back to where he's been?

No answers.

Just... Run.

A little house on the edge of societies. The forest behind. The city far beyond to the front.

You sip your steaming tea and type out another line.

Are..... The Mu-tants.... Growing... More... Dan-ger-ous?

Hm. Not a bad headline.

Not a wrong one either.

You sit back. The clock ticks quietly in the background. You take another, long sip.

The likes of the city are far too dangerous the way you see it. There's a new crisis every damn month. Now adays... Feels like every other week. Mutants aren't all to blame, but... Damn. Seems like an awful lot of them.

The city is too dangerous... But the countryside fits you just fine.

It's quiet out here.

Isolated.

Just how you like it.

What are the howls of wolves and the lumbering of a few bears to entire city blocks being blown to hell by the monster of the week?

Just a few more lines to this weeks article. You'll take it in to HQ this weekend. The one and only time you head into civilization. Then... Maybe a nice bath before bed.

The click of a button. A sigh of relief.

No sooner do you rise from your chair then does a crash disturb your blanket of silence.

Damn possums... Probably trying to hole up in your shed again.

It's only a quick detour to your rifle on the mantle. Just in case.

An even faster route out the back door and over to your little tool shed.

The rickety old door hangs half torn off its hinges. Back and forth, it creaks in the wind. You chamber a round and approach with light steps.

Closer and closer... Something is in there. And it damn well isn't a possum.

Heavy, huffing breath sets you on high alert. Could be a cougar for all you know.

Barrel first, you nudge the damaged door aside. Sweeping left... To right... There. A shadow moves, off in the corner. Something... big.

You don't dare take your finger off the trigger. With your other hand, fast as your reflexes will allow, you click on the dusty, ancient light. It crackles. Then buzzes.

The tiny room is flooded with light.

You suppress a gasp. Your blood runs cold. A man. A grown man. Bigger then anyone else you've ever seen. Yet just as filthy and wild looking as any other animal.

On instinct, you raise your rifle, aimed to shoot.

The stranger lays prone, cowering in the dusty, cobwebbed corner. He looks up at you with wide, frightened eyes. Pft, scared? Good. He should be...

You don't budge, "You can either walk out, warm... Or I can drag you out, cold. Make the smart decision"

His response is to hunch lower down. You can only see his amber eyes above the massive, bloodied forearms. Blood, but no cuts. And forearms... Forearms that lead to large, savagely clawed hands...

Mutant.

He must have noticed your glance. He doesn't take it too kindly.

The mutant lifts his head just enough, offering a weak, but low growl in response. Jesus, his teeth...

Teeth... Or should you say fangs? The canines of the average man are nowhere to be seen. In their place, are a pair of long, vicious fangs. Bigger then those of any animal's you've ever seen.

You take an aggressive lurch forward, rifle re-aimed, "Did you not fucking hear me?"

The stranger immediately reverts into submission. Head down and a pitiful, animalistic whine is all he has to say.

He doesn't want to talk? Fine. Maybe he'll listen.

Krak-Kow

A tiny hole in the timber wall, right above the big man's shoulder, explodes into splinters. You quickly chamber another round and aim lower. But the warning shot was all you needed.

Finally moved to action, the mutant jumps up. Without lowering your sights, you move aside so he can flee out the way he came.

He does not.

The tiny shed is barely big enough for him to stand. He continues to hid behind his arms, large paws covering his ears, his body turned squarely at you... "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...", he begs. "Don't... Shoot again". The stranger opens his elbows a little to reveal his face. Strange. It's almost like...

His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, "They'll find me"

Not scared of the gun... Scared of the noise.

"Oh, now you can talk?"

Unbelievable.

You fire a round into the roof, load the chamber quickly, and follow it up with one more.

The mutant flinches at every shot.

"I don't give a damn... Get. Out."

But he no longer hears you.

The stranger sinks against the wall. Eyes closed and shoulders hunched. He pleads and pleads, till tears spill from his wrenched up eyes, for nothing in particular. There he sits. Shivering and falling apart. You almost feel pity.

...Perhaps you pushed him too hard.

Mutants are dangerous, sure, but... Not all. Hell, you said so yourself, didn't you? ...Fine. You'll bite.

"Who's going to find you"

The big man continues to sob, even after you've lowered your gun. He shakes his head 'no', "I don't know, I don't know..."

While that rather unhelpful answer only serves to piss you off just that little bit more... He seems to only grow more distressed by admitting it.

You know... There is a chance that he could be telling the truth. A small one, but... Just maybe...

There's some weird shit that goes on out here. Everyone knows it. No one wants to talk about it.

Deeper in the woods. Noises and bursts of light and so, so much more. A school for mutants, they say. Some sort of rehab, you figured. But then... Why so secretive?

Do they accept mutants...

Or take them.

Like this poor bastard, for instance.

Hmp. Damn it...

You sigh, and sling the rifle over your shoulder, "Alright, alright... Look, no more gun", you hold your hands up and open. Your grizzled friend peaks one eye open. Indeed, the gun is away. He continues to shake, but at least the crying has stopped.

It's a start at least.

You take a deep breath. Man oh man... What the hell are you getting yourself into... You gag.

He reeks of blood and sweat. The close quarters of the shed and sulfur from the bullets doesn't help.

You crinkle your nose and cover it with a sleeved forearm. You cough. "Can you walk? If you can behave, you can come in the house", you nod your head towards the door.

No sooner have you made the offer then does the mutated man leap past you and pounce out the door. Holy Shit. Like a bat out of hell...

He sits crouched down on all fours, taking a few breaths to steady himself more then anything else. At last, he's stopped shaking.

You look back at the tiny corner he was pressed against to begin with.

Why the hell would he come in here in the first place if he didn't want to?

You shake your head and walk out into the open air. This Xavier institute must be more fucked then you thought, to push a man as far as this... Forget it. You don't want to think about it anymore.

The big man waits patiently for you. Even squatted down, he's an intimidating presence... You take a steadying breath of your own. If he really wanted to hurt you, he'd have done it by now, and that's that.

You walk up the two back steps and crack open the screen door. Casting a glance to the mutant, he continues to wait for your signal.

"Well, come on", you nod him on again.

At that, he leaps over to you in a single, four legged bound. Thankfully, he gets up on two legs and stays on them once he enters the house.

All you can do is shake the thoughts out of your head. Bizarre.

He waits again for you to fully enter the room. You're in the kitchen now. You gesture to a chair and instruct him to take a seat. You're very damn well not going to put him in your tub... You'll just wash him off with a rag.

You take a quick stop at the sink. From there you retrieve a mop bucket and stick it under the faucet to fill up.

Next stop, the linen closet upstairs. You freeze. Taking a glance over your shoulder, you consider the fact that you're about to leave a perfectly unknown, perfectly dangerous, stranger alone in your house.

"...Stay. Ok?"

He nods vigorously, as though he truly hadn't considered doing anything else. Good enough.

It's hardly a minutes trip anyway.

You're back before he can even miss you. You throw the rag in the bucket and shut off the water. You've brought along a bar of soap to help the water cut down on the stench, and lay it aside.

First things first. You roll up your sleeve and take his wrist. It feels huge in the grip of your hand. You turn his arm this way and that.

Before, you thought you must have been wrong, but... Damn. No cuts. Not a one.

You shift your eyes back up to his, "This isn't your blood", you ask, or maybe accuse, him incredulously.

"I heal fast", is all he has to say.

You sigh and drop his arm, going for the soap and fishing out the rag. Damn mutants... You suppose you have no choice but to go along with it.

And so you start. A lather of soap, then back and forth along the length of his overly hairy arms, all the way up to his shoulders. Most of the focus however, lies on his hands. They're raw and callused and nearly black with built up dirt. Good thing you brought soap, is all you have to say.

You scrub vigorously along his palms and around the shaft of each finger. Slowly but surely, you think you can see skin peaking through the filth.

So focused are you, that the sudden appearance of noise makes you jump.

You stop and shoot a look over the stranger's shoulder, out towards the front door. Sounds like a damn engine... But no one would be out here this la-

Just as quickly as it shocked you, it hits you.

Deep and rumbling and primitive... Like the thunder that rattles the windows of a house. You suppose the fact that your new friend also has the ability to purr shouldn't surprise you as much as it does.

Better then someone coming to visit you at least.

You continue on for a few moments more, eventually satisfied enough to switch to his other hand. He continues to purr and purr, like this is the highlight of his day. But hey, for all you know, it very damn well might be.

"So... You got a name, big guy?"

"...They call me... Sabretooth. But... Victor, I think..."

You huff a laugh, sparing a quick glance at his monstruous fangs, "Sabretooth, huh?"

His purring subsides a little, "I don't like that name", he says firmly.

"Fine, fine. Fair enough", you concede quickly, "Victor it is". Best not to upset him, you figure.

You finish up his other arm in silence, save for the start up of purring once more. Before you call it a night, you stand and drag the wet rag along his face and hair. There's bits of mud splattered on his cheeks, but the real predicament are the sticks and chunks of dirt caught up in his hair.

Ugh... This calls for a brush if you want any hope of sparing him a haircut.

Gently as you can, you tug short strokes outwards from his scalp and watch with satisfaction as the foliage comes out piece by piece. If only he would... Sit. Still.

Victor leans in and brushes against you once again, pushing you off balance again, and mindlessly purring up a storm even louder then before.

You've no idea how he can possibly enjoy this. It looks like this wild, tangled mane of his hasn't seen a comb in days. The hell did they do to him...

"Alright... That's good enough for now", you take a step back and dust off your hands. A ring of grime circles Victor's chair. Just another mess for you to clean later, you sigh. You damn near need a bath yourself after that.

He runs a curious hand through his hair. It hasn't been this clean in longer then he can remember. Although, granted... That's not saying much.

You give him some time to appreciate your work. You check the time. Shit. It's nearly midnight...

"Okay!", you clap your hands to get his attention, "How about... a shirt and place to sleep?"

#hnnnngggg #let the brain rot begin #sabretooth x reader #victor creed x reader

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actualdevil · 7 years

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Green

Green: Any preferred rarepairs?

As is evident by half the stuff I draw, I’m really keen on kiri/deku … but that’s becoming less and less of a rarepair these days, it seems? Outside of that I enjoy eraser/might, which there isn’t much content for (still not a rarepair imo).

Hmm. I’m usually someone who really goes for uncommon ships, but I’ve been so swept up into baku/deku that I’ve had difficulty looking past it, haha.

I like high school age end/might. That’s a rarepair. No one wants to ship the (literal) flaming trashfire that is Enji Todoroki.

#answers #nblogs #twincanine #slashes so I don't spam the tags lol #half of my love for end might comes from their parallels to baku deku #go figure lmao

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part one | oblivion

oblivion [noun. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one]

pairing: kamo noritoshi/f!reader

summary: your relationship with noritoshi was like a game of cat and mouse; no matter how hard you tried to escape from him, he would always find his way back to you.

wordcount: 3.9k

content/warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, language, noritoshi is kind of a dick but i promise it gets better so please don’t lose faith in him, we’re not strictly following the manga timeline bc while i am reading it, i do have a goldfish brain, lowercase intended

a/n: hello, here’s the first installment of my sanguine series! it’s the prequel of this drabble (nsfw) i wrote the other week while i was working on the outline of the fic. it’s a little slow burn because i wanted to spend some more time exploring their relationship and the groundwork for it, so yeah. i’ll try to update it regularly, but since i’ve only planned five parts for sanguine, it might take a while bc i want to take my time with it. if you want to stay updated with the series, i’ll post the masterlist to it shortly! i do hope you enjoy it though :) and stay safe, everybody! [tagging @sukirichi the sukuna to my yuuji, who just gets spammed when i start rambling about my aus but always screams with me (´• ω •`)]

masterlist - next

"y/n!" you look up to see miwa storming towards you, thrusting a book in your direction. "could you- could you please give this to noritoshi? i borrowed this book from him like a week ago and if i don't return this anytime soon, i think he's gonna kill me."

scowling at her, you look at the book in disdain. you wanted to avoid crossing paths with noritoshi as much as possible and miwa was well aware that you didn't like hi-

"please," miwa pleaded again, taking your hands and placing the book in it. "i'm really scared of him. he always looks like he's going to shoot me soon. even todo is pretty nice if you don't interrupt his takada-chan time!"

you sighed in annoyance, you just couldn't say no. ever since coming to the kyoto metropolitan curse tech, miwa and you had been pretty close because you strongly disliked the other students. most of them were arrogant and stuck-up, thinking they were better than the other; the two that belonged to the three clans were even worse. on your first day here you'd promptly gotten into a fight with mai, disliking how haughty she was and trying to prove everyone that she was better than them. much to your chagrin, the fight ended in a tie.

"fine, but you owe me some mango," miwa's face lit up in relief and she gave you a thumbs up before dashing to her room, most likely to escape noritoshi's wrath. you inspected the book. was it even worth returning it? maybe you could just throw it in the trash. if noritoshi ever found out, he'd kill miwa first and then you. you let out another sigh before making your way towards the training grounds. he most likely was outside to practice, either with one of the guys or alone. as you were nearing the training grounds, you could already hear the sound of arrows whistling and the dull thuds of them hitting the target. it was hard to spot him through all the trees; you weren't entirely sure where he was. your ears perked up when you heard him release another arrow until you realized that it was heading your way. this bastard. fortunately, you were able to slash the arrow clean in the middle, angrily pointing your sword in his direction. you still couldn't see him anywhere.

"you fucking idiot! you could've killed me," you snarled, stomping deeper into the forest. an amused laugh echoed through the trees.

"you're acting like i can't control my arrows. it's not my fault you let your guard down," noritoshi retorted smugly, lowering his bow as he saw you approaching. you were fuming, hurling the book at him. how dare he? you watched with satisfaction as it hit him square in the chest - who was caught off guard now, huh? he deserved it anyways.

"miwa asked me to return your book," you curtly explained and turned back around to leave but apparently, noritoshi had other plans. instead of saying anything else, he just followed you which unsettled you even more.

"stop following me."

"who said i was following you? i'm just going back to the dorms. i'm sorry you can't handle me being near you."

you whirled around, sword pointing dangerously close to his neck. he smirked at you triumphantly, it was just too easy to get a rouse out of you. "another word and i'll cut you, seriously. you're pissing me off," you gritted your teeth, hating that you always fell for his stupid games. he knew you all to well, what made you angry, what made you happy, what motivated you. once upon a time, you'd thought the same about him; until he changed so rapidly, so unlike your expectations. you were worlds apart and yet you'd reserved an ounce of hope that he wouldn't turn out to be as arrogant as the clan heads. swift as the wind, noritoshi grabbed your wrist, dragging it upwards and towards him until he could lean down to you. your heartbeat sped up - holy shit why was he so close to you - and you froze in shock.

"i'd like to see you try, princess," he whispered in your ear, the grip on your wrist tightening. "you wouldn't dare to."

the first time you met noritoshi, he was sitting outside in the garden with his mum. both seemed to have a good time. noritoshi's hair was tousled from the soft summer breeze and he had a soft smile on his face, happily munching away on the snacks that were displayed on the table. while he looked friendly enough, you were wary of meeting and talking to him because you felt kind of queasy around the kamo family. you couldn’t quite place a finger on the feeling, the older members of the family intimidating you to no end. much to your dismay, you felt like you had to be watchful - your parents worked for the kamo family, so naturally the apartment you lived in was close to the estate. you avoided any run ins with the adults, they weren’t exactly friendly to you. noritoshi’s mum had befriended your mum and they spent a lot of time together when possible. and yet you’d never met noritoshi before, seeing how busy he was with his various classes.

the fit that you threw, not wanting to tag along with your mum, was long forgotten when you’d spotted the jar of cookies on the table. before your mum could react, you pulled your hand away from hers and quickly ran towards it. “hello miss!” you greeted enthusiastically, your eyes shining at the sight of the sweets. “my name is y/n! i’m here with my mum and i uhm… could i have some of the cookies? please?” when your mum finally caught up to you, she scolded you quietly and greeted the other two, taking a seat beside noritoshi’s mum. you pouted, immediately climbing on her lap as you refused to sit next to the boy. his mum handed you a cookie which you happily took and thanked her politely. noritoshi was curiously eyeing you; it wasn’t often that he saw other children around his age and he didn’t have any friends to play with. his everyday life revolved around reading books, studying, taking archery classes and sometimes spending time with his mum. noritoshi barely even knew what fun was - he’d only ever felt at peace when he was around his mum.

“y/n, sweetie, why don’t you go and play with noritoshi?” your mum prompted but you immediately shook your head, hiding your face in her chest. she simply laughed and shook her head, brushing your hair back softly. “come on, noritoshi is really nice. you can be his friend one day, right? didn’t i tell you that friends are important?”

you frowned. then huffed. when she worded it like this, there was no way you could refuse. the cartoon that you religiously watched featured a group of friends that went on adventures and helped each other out. you’d told your mum that you wanted to be like that too! begrudgingly, you slid off her lap and trudged towards noritoshi who looked at you with big eyes. you held your hand out, waiting for him to shake it. “my name is y/n. uhm… nice to meet you,” you shyly whispered, eyes darting away from him.

it took a while until noritoshi reacted, shaking your hand gently and answering: “hello y/n, i’m noritoshi.”

much to your surprise, noritoshi was actually fun to be around with. he showed you his collection of books, the bow that he was practicing with and you often played the card game you’d received for your birthday together. he was smart and witty, often explaining you things that he’d read in a book but he was also attentive when he listened to you ramble about the other kids in school or when you told him about the cartoon that you were watching. for you, noritoshi was becoming your best friend - for noritoshi, you were his first friend. he cherished you and how unabashedly true to yourself you were. spending time with you was something he looked forward to; you always made him laugh and you didn’t care whether he lived up to the kamo family name or not. to you, he was simply noritoshi. you were like a fresh breeze of air in his life.

noritoshi didn't quite understand why the elders were always so hard on him, so strict and unrelenting. they expected only the best results from him and didn't show any understanding when he exhausted. he didn't enjoy practice anymore, the lessons becoming a chore and burden on his mind. but whenever he saw your face light up at his newly acquired skills, he thought it was worth the trouble. you came to visit him everyday after school, never skipping a day. sometimes he questioned why you weren't visiting your friends from school but you shook your head, poking his chest indignantly. "you're my best friend, 'toshi. of course i'd want to spend more time with you." noritoshi was glad you always chose him, without fail.

even though your parents had always warned you to be careful around noritoshi because his family was strict and didn't like outside influences distracting the heir, you never really strayed from his side. noritoshi didn't have any other friends, who would keep him company or listen to his troubles then? you didn't understand why your parents were suddenly going back on their word. they'd always told you that family and friends were important. you couldn't pinpoint your feelings for him - but your parents saw it. it was obvious; the stars in your eyes when you looked at him, the slight blush on your cheeks when he complimented you and how happy you were when you got to spend time with him. the more time you spent with him, the more they were worried for you.

"'toshi!" you yelled in excitement as you ran towards him, waving wildly. he dropped his bow and turned to you, a soft smile gracing his lips as he opened his arms to hug you. you squeezed him tightly. two weeks you hadn't seen him due to a school trip after which you got sick and weren't able to leave the house. you'd missed him a lot and you were excited to show him the souvenirs you brought him.

"look, i bought you an omamori!" you handed him the small object, then pointing on your bag to show him the one you'd bought for yourself. "i got myself a matching one too! my teacher said it wards off evil spirits and brings you luck." noritoshi's smile was bright, so bright. he was happy you thought of him and were always kind to him. your eyes widened as he leaned in to kiss your cheek before thanking you. the two of you were blushing, neither saying a word but not minding what had just happened.

the day noritoshi's mother left the estate was the day you were slowly starting to lose him. noritoshi grew more forlorn and didn't seem to easily find joy in anything anymore. the departure left a deep, deep gap in his heart. it had shocked him deep to the core when she left him. him. why couldn't she stay? why did she leave him when she was the only person who protected him, loved him? she did say that she was hindering his growth but who was she to decide that? he didn't want to become stronger, didn't want to protect other people like she'd told him to. he wanted to stay with her. "'toshi? 'toshi!" a concerned voice broke through his trance, pulling him back into reality. "i asked you a question! you weren't even listening to me."

you were pouting at him, tugging at his sleeve impatiently. noritoshi apologized, patting your head to soothe your temper. "what do you want to do in the future? mum said it's important to work towards your dreams!" you asked him curiously, grasping his hand to hold it. the gesture filled him with indescribable warmth, drawing him in like a moth to the flames. "my mum said i have a special power, i can heal people! i want to become a doctor in the future, so i can help everyone that got hurt," you explained to him so earnestly that he felt bad for the lie he was about to tell. noritoshi didn't have big dreams or ambitions just yet. he didn't even know what would be suitable to him - he was strictly following orders, never allowed to think for himself.

but when he looked at you, he only had one wish. "i think… i think i want to help people, protect them. especially those that i love."

with each year passing, you noticed that noritoshi was putting more and more distance between the two of you. at first you'd brushed it off as the stress of his training and number of classes he was attending. but as you spent less and less time together, the weight of the situation didn’t escape you. he was easily irritable, cold and arrogant, often rude towards employees of the kamo estate. every now and then when you’d scold him for being an asshole, he’d simply scoff at you and haughtily ask you how it was any of your business. you sighed, tossing and turning in your bed as you thought about how much noritoshi had changed. it kept you up at night, just thinking about how he wasn’t your ‘toshi anymore. you didn’t know this person. ‘toshi was always gentle and kind, he tended to overthink many things and sometimes he was a little bit of a crybaby but you still loved him regardless. you sneaked out of your room, finally mustering up enough courage to ask your mother for advice. the thought of her discovering your blooming crush on noritoshi was scaring you. your parents were wary around the kamos despite working from them - even more so ever since noritoshi’s mother left and the elders had free reign over her son.

“noritoshi! noritoshi, stop walking away from me! hey, i’m talking to you!” you yelled frustrated as you were trying to keep up with him. noritoshi was crossing the garden in long strides, it was nearly impossible to stop him as you couldn’t catch up to him. you lunged forward, getting hold of his sleeve and tugged him back harshly. noritoshi yanked his arm out of your grip, glaring at you annoyed.

“what do you want from me? i have better things to do than to quibble with you,” he hissed irritated. you couldn’t believe him, he had the nerve to dismiss you like this when he was in the wrong?

“you know exactly what i want from you! you can’t just go around and talk to people like you did before just because they’re not from a reputable family! noritoshi, you’re not any better than them just because your last name is kamo.”

as much as noritoshi scared you, you stood your ground. you knew he didn’t take you serious, not with the amused look he gave you. in the past month or two, noritoshi was suddenly hit by a growth spurt - you barely reached his shoulder now and he took advantage of that to mock you, often treating you like an armrest. he pat your head condescendingly, pouting at you in fake regret. “aw, did i hurt your feelings? did i make itty bitty little y/n sad?” he mocked you, before abruptly grabbing your cheeks to make you look at him. “i don’t care what you think of me, cry all you want. i strongly suggest you hold that sharp tongue of yours if you know what’s good. know your place.”

tears filled your eyes; noritoshi had never talked to you this way. what has gotten into him? your heart broke in pieces, unable to take the pain any longer. you were no longer his equal but below him, much like everyone else.

“mum?” you cautiously knocked at the door of her study, waiting for her response. your mother was most likely still awake and dealing with paperwork like she usually did. upon hearing the affirmative noise she made, you flitted inside, closing the door behind you so your father didn’t catch any wind of this. it was already embarrassing enough and you were sure your mother could offer you better advice. you gingerly took a seat on the armchair, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to your body. how were you going to approach this? hey mum, i have a crush on noritoshi and he’s weird to me now and i don’t know why? uh yeah mum, i caught feelings for the guy you warned me about and now i look like a fool crawling up to you like this?

“it’s about noritoshi, isn’t it?” your mother interrupted your stream of thought, spinning her swivel chair towards you.

“huh? oh no it isn’t, why would it be? i have-”

“y/n.”

“ugh okay fine, maybe it is about him,” you sighed defeated, of course she would look right through you. she always seemed to know what you were thinking, even when you hadn’t confided in her before. “but promise me you won’t judge me!” the look in your mother’s eyes told you that she was going to judge you regardless but you knew she meant well - she simply wanted the best for you.

“i- i just don’t understand why he’s been such a pain in the ass lately. and he’s been treating everyone like dirt too, including me! mum, he’s becoming someone else and i… i don’t know what to do,” you sniffled inconsolably, wiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. she wasn’t supposed to see you getting emotional. “he’s always busy and when we do get to see each other, he doesn’t want to spend time with me. what if he doesn’t like me anymore? and i don’t like how he’s treating you! it’s the same issue with the elders, they don’t know any human decency at all!”

your mother motioned you to scoot over a little and sat next to you, wrapping her arms around you and patting your back to console you. while she meant well, it accomplished the opposite - you broke down in tears, unable to stop your sobs. “i just want my ‘toshi back,” you whimpered upset, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sound of you crying. “i know you didn’t like that i became good friends with him but i couldn’t help it and i just really like him and- you weren’t supposed to find that out.”

“sweetheart, i know you love noritoshi,” she handed you a tissue. “you let a lot more on than you were aware of; dad and me always knew you were in love with him.” as if on cue, your sobbing stopped and you just looked at her in disbelief. she knew. she knew. you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. “i think it was always pretty obvious, to be honest. you always looked at him as if he was your entire world and no matter what happened, you were always by his side. i know it’s hard to accept when a dear friend is changing but sometimes you just have to, right? both of you are still growing, there’s no way of telling how your personalities change.”

“but i don’t want him to change like this,” you protested stubbornly, glaring at her. she was talking about it as if it was a matter of simply discarding a bad apple in the trash. it wasn’t easy and it made you anxious. you grew up together, shared secrets and memories. he was the person you’d always looked up to.

“y/n.” your mother sounded stern but you didn’t back down, not yet. “is it really worth it? if a person is changing so rapidly and you’re not getting through to them, you’ll have to let it go. there’s only so much you can do. people grow apart sometimes, it’s only natural. you have to let go of them, temporarily, so you both can heal and grow. y/n, i know you’re being stubborn about this but you’ll have to let him figure things out on his own. fate has curious ways to bring people back together.”

when the time came, noritoshi left to attend the kyoto metropolitan curse tech school without telling you a word. you were disappointed, apparently you weren’t worth saying goodbye to. whatever his reason was, it must’ve been pretty important. important enough to forget the promise that you’d always stay in contact. you wondered whether he'd change again, for the better maybe? maybe you would reconcile when you could finally attend the school as well and train together. you were excited to show him your sword skills, having received your family's heirloom, an elegant steel blue sword. though your skills probably weren’t up to par with the other students, you still wanted to show them off, show him what you’d learned in the year that you spent apart.

noritoshi had changed but not for the better. holy shit, did he get on your nerves. the first time he'd practiced with you, you realized that he had mutated into an insufferable know-it-all. he would give you backhanded compliments or make snide remarks about your posture, how you were supposed to hold your sword, how inefficient your fighting style was. sometimes you wished you could just beat him for once and have him shut up. there was no denying though, noritoshi was way too strong and you had a long way to go. judging from the reactions of the others, barely anyone had beat him either.

and just like that, your feelings for him were buried. you’d taken your mother’s advice to heart, keeping conversations and interactions with him to a minimum but somehow noritoshi always found his way to you. he was everywhere and a quarrel was inevitable. noritoshi got under your skin and he knew how to push your buttons. why he chose to pick on you was beyond your comprehension; he didn’t pay much attention to the other students nor was he particularly liked by them. just how much was he going to get on everyone else’s nerves? out of all the second years, todo aoi was the most amicable; you had the (dis)pleasure to run into him on your first day and for some reason, he took a liking to you. while he was loud and boisterous, mostly doing whatever he wanted, you couldn’t deny that he was a good friend. even though he didn’t care about anyone as much as he cared about takada-chan. at one point, he’d looked at you in sympathy when he caught you staring at noritoshi, patting your shoulder (too forceful): “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m so sorry.”

you still didn’t know what he meant by that.

ps.: todo knows and he’s kinda judging you for your taste in men

#jujutsu kaisen #kamo noritoshi #noritoshi #noritoshi x reader #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi kamo x reader #noritoshi x you #kamo noritoshi x you #noritoshi kamo x you #noritoshi kamo imagines #kamo noritoshi imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #noritoshi imagines #fic: sanguine #writing #my writing has gotten SO incredibly rusty i literally only know how to write academic papers anymore bc that's all i do in my everyday life #it makes me speechless to see all the love on my previous sukuna fic and i'm so glad people are enjoying it #hey if you're lurking in the tags thank you for reading i really appreciate it! pls stay hydrated

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