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ronkoza · 9 months
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More honeymoon cows, these Arne sketches are most likely photos that Tor took.
Tor belongs to @littleulvar
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jahiera · 9 months
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see the thing about Astarion to me is I don't actually think he has a clue who he actually is beneath all of the everything he's got going on. he's got impulses, he's got drive, a will to live, he's got desires and amusements and cravings, but an actual selfhood?? no. there's a blue error screen where the person of him should be, the person -- whoever that was, I'm personally of the mind he likely wasn't good then either, but we'll see where the story takes us -- before Cazador. the man in front of us today is this mishmash of interior delight at freedom and sunlight but also capable of true unapologetic cruelty and willingness to be ugly in a multitude of ways. so he follows the impulse. he follows what intrigues and amuses, and nothing will take that freedom from him again. and he reflects back onto others the violence that was done unto him. a lack of power kept him down? now he wants to accumulate power, so it can never be turned on him again. but he also misses the sun while he's underground. he's mean and desperate and ruthless and it's interesting because he's unapologetic about it, he's unflinching about it. he's vindictive and mean and desperately floundering around throwing stuff at a wall to see what sticks in terms of personhood because who is he now. 200 years of horrific servitude and now he's just out and about and he's in the mud.
and he can be horrible. and yet when you take the routes of prying open the faaairly shallow veneer he has of smug and snark and snappiness, he'll give you pieces of the raw and the desperate -- "I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see." is a line you only get if you're earnest with him. any other path in the dialogue will have him continue the shallow persona you've come to know. and in all of that I think nothing is "this is real, this is an act," set in stone because I just don't think he even knows, I don't think he has a CLUE what's his and what's the protective measures and what's the real delight and what's the cruel mockery of his surroundings and what he's willing to give vs what he needs to hide vs what he lets slip out on accident. the inconsistencies in his own ideas and what he says and what he does. I think most everything about him is in a weird place of deeply uncertain. is it a lie? is it a glimmer of truth? for me, I like to interpret him in this weird menagerie of half-truths and shallow lies and omissions, because we've only known him a short while and maybe also he doesn't even know the answer yet. who is he? fuck if HE knows. anyways. smash.
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could you do reader taking care of sevika when she's on her period? i bet she would try to be so tough about it but i would just wanna baby her ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh <33 thank u
poor baby sevika :(( it's crazy, u guys always send me period asks when i'm on mine!
men and minors dni
when you first get together, sevika never talks about her period.
she just grits her teeth and bears it, ignoring the aching in her abdomen and lower back, the headaches that plague her for a week, her rapidly changing emotions and cravings.
she doesn't even tell you, only letting on when you're trying to get in her pants, pushing you away with a smirk and a "sorry babe, it's my time of the month."
you gawk at her. she blinks. "wh-- sev, you're on your period?" you ask. sevika nods. "but i just made you build a bookshelf!" you say. sevika blinks again.
"...so?" she asks. you huff.
"so! so you should be relaxing! i should be pampering you! what are you doing? go get in bed!" you demand. sevika chuckles and kisses your forehead.
"you're cute." she says.
she doesn't let you pamper her. she doesn't even let you give her a lower back massage. she insists she's fine-- she's had hundreds of periods in her lifetime, and she's survived all of them. she doesn't need to be pampered.
but you don't give up. you put it in your calendar, tracking it to the best of your ability so that when the next month rolls around, you're ready.
you start subtly. you know that it takes time for sevika to warm up to affection and care, and you're willing to give her all the time in the world. that doesn't mean you'll stop trying, though.
the next month, you're sure to keep her properly medicated. in the morning, you hand her two painkillers before she leaves from work. she frowns at them..
"what're these?" she asks. you shrug.
"for your cramps." you say simply. sevika blinks.
"...how'd you know?" she asks. you shrug.
"i didn't... just a lucky guess."
"you've been tracking my cycle?" she asks with a disbeliving look. you giggle and kiss her cheek.
"well, duh. gotta take care of you." you say.
she takes the pills and storms out of the apartment. (she only storms because she's flustered. when the door slams behind her, sevika struggles to keep a smile from growing on her lips at your consideration."
this becomes a habit. you force feed her two painkillers in the morning, two when she gets home, and two before bed. she always rolls her eyes. (but inside, she's squealing like a little girl and jumping up and down.)
she doesn't admit it to you, but her cramps are nearly unnoticeable once you come into her life.
the next month, you kick it up a notch.
as she's laying in bed, waiting for you to join her so you can sleep, you run to the kitchen to throw a heating pad in the microwave. sevika doesn't suspect a thing until you come sauntering into the bedroom with the pad behind your back and a smirk on your face.
"what?" she asks with a glare, knowing you're up to no good. you laugh as you crawl in bed beside her, sneakily sliding the heating pad over her lower stomach beneath the covers. she jumps, then sighs, melting into the sheets below her. you smile and kiss her forehead.
"feel good?" you ask. sevika hums.
"yeah." she admits. you grin, and then kiss her again, before flicking the lamp off and pulling her against you.
you add the nightly heat pad to your little pampering routine.
the next month, you start figuring out sevika's cravings. now that you're living together, you get a good look into her eating habits and routines. you notice a few days before she's due for her first day of her period, that she's been reaching for sour candies and spicy chips more and more frequently.
so, on your walk home the next day, you stop at a convenience store to pick up a family sized bag of hot fries and several sour candies. you don't make a big deal about it, knowing sevika will try to deny the kindness, you just store the snacks in the cupboards and leave them there for her to find.
the next month, she finally asks you for a little back massage, admitting to you that it's been killing her this month.
you agree eagerly, straddling her legs and gently working some lavender oil into her lower back, becoming nearly as relaxed as sevika is beneath you as you watch the tension in her body melt away.
she ends up falling asleep beneath you, so you decide to give her a lower back massage each night before you place her hot pad on her skin. she's always out like a light by the time you're done, snoring and drooling into her pillow. she's adorable.
sevika stops smacking you away when you sneak your hands under her shirt to let the heat of your hands soothe her bloated lower stomach. instead, she starts leaning against your chest, sighing and grabbing your wrist in thanks.
she starts talking to you more, letting her complaints out to you. she'll come home pouting and complaining of a headache, and you'll pout right back at her, before giving her a gentle neck massage and pulling her onto your tits for a nap.
sometimes, she'll break out on her period, and she admits to you that it bothers her. so you gently paint her face with your favorite hormonal acne mud mask and put her in the bath, handing her a tall glass of whiskey and kissing her sweetly before letting her relax in the candle lit bathroom.
eventually, you guys end up syncing your cycles. you take turns taking care of each other, sevika handing you pills while you hand her a bowl of chips, wrestling to be the first to give the other a lower back massage, soaking in the bath together. sevika doesn't hide her pain and discomfort from you anymore, knowing that you won't think she's any weaker for it, knowing that you'll do anything you can to help relieve her of it.
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simplyavatrice · 1 year
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beatrice + every episode - episode 4: "ecclesiasticus 26:9-10"  
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dumb-doll-lips · 3 months
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Maybe controversial, but on posts about being dumb where girls are like saying ‘but I’m actually smart.’ Like tbh, I don’t really believe them. Like if you’re smart why does feeling dumb feel so good or hot or whatever to you then? I kinda feel like it’s having an excuse to let go of trying as much as you would be when you’re saying your smart. If you’re like really actually smart, I don’t feel like a break from ‘being smart’ would be such a relief or like as appealing.
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hopeswriting · 4 months
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tsuna is the patron saint of the mundane, of the normal and common place, of the average and unimpressive. he's the unshakable believer of that being enough in and of itself, of that being fulfilling and fundamental to achieve happiness. and he's the unyielding protector and defender of the beauty and love and kindness within the ordinary, of the holy and divine and sacred within it, and of them being worth fighting for.
tsuna's the guy who makes the ordinary extraordinary from the sheer way he holds it so very close to his heart like it's the most precious thing in the world, and it's the thing about him i, for one, love him most for
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satans-knitwear · 8 months
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i'll keep trying 🥺
Treat me ~ Tip me ~ More of me
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novorehere · 2 years
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Ok why has literally no one alerted me about the official Trolli brand Twitter account and their shameless corporate voreposting hello???
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frnkiebby · 3 months
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those damn jeans~🎃
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birdsong-warriors · 1 year
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SwiFT, WE CAN SEE YOU.
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ms0milk · 2 years
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stealing the hashira's haori part 2
| ft. tengen, mitsuri, obanai, gyomei
a/n: back by popular demand ! this one is def more haori *inspired* than haori driven lmao
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Tengen
three incredibly talented wives and the most handsome doting husband on the face of the earth?
god plays favorites
you’re hardly bored in such a loving crowd, but splitting your attention four ways can really take it out of you!
sometimes you just gotta 
flee
makio’s the horniest woman alive
suma always wants to show you a pretty rock
tengen always wants to dress you up
and hina bless her heart, can only play mom for so long without a date night before she starts contemplating manslaughter
now that the four of them are retired, they act out around each other even more
and on this particular day you make sure to wake up just a bit earlier than everyone else
you have a mission
low level, on the other side of the prefecture
and as bad as it sounds, it’ll be so nice to get away from home for a while
where you won't have to worry about doing enough laundry to clothe the entire country
or about who gets to be the little spoon
or even, as guilty as it makes you feel, about that tiny tinge of jealousy you stuff down when your spouses stave off their boredom by fighting for each other’s attention
all you gotta do is creep out of your shared bedroom without tripping over anyone’s futon and you’re free for the weekend
you ease suma off your chest and tuck her back in by the dawn light peaking through the curtains
she’s a sleep farter
she’ll cover your escape
hina grumbles when you sneak past her pillow, floorboards creaking
you wade through the satin chaos that is your husband’s bedding
careful of makio’s hair peeking out from under a flamboyant purple sheet
across the hallway, down the stairs, and through the kitchen, your packed bag is waiting right where you hid it
it feels nice to tie your leg wraps and button up your uniform without also having to beat your worried lovers off with a stick
although it doesn’t quite feel right to leave without saying goodbye
you fasten the ribbon hina wove you for your wedding day around your wrist
you secure makio’s good-luck hair pin behind your ear
and drop suma’s favorite rock in your pocket
she carved ‘fuck them demons’ into it
the morning breeze drifts through the open windows and just when you think you can’t possibly miss them all already
the smell of Tengen’s spring haori, the one hung up on the porch wafts over to you
of course he wears enough perfume to drown out the flowers
adjusting the nichirin swords on your back you step out onto the veranda and nestle your face into the cloth
it’s soft against your cheeks
wet with dew
“Baby, no need to resort to dirty laundry,”
christ
“the real thing’s always in arm’s reach.”
your eyes heft open
“Uzui Tengen, i could smell you from the other side of the country”
your husband stands in the kitchen behind you, arms crossed and grinning
topless
and generally broad
he moves forward before you can come up with a good excuse for perving around his clothes
“you had to rob us on top of running away?”
“i’m not running away Ten”
“is this because i like being the little spoon?”
“tengen–”
“no need to go start a new family about it”
Tengen unhooks the haori from the line and leans down close to wrap it around your shoulders
he’s right
he smells nicer than any spring flowers
“mission?” he murmurs
he rests a hand on your head once the the haori is snug over your uniform and smooths down your bedhair
“yeah”
“nervous?”
“not yet”
he gives one of the nichirin swords on your back a strong flick and the metallic sound rings satisfyingly through the courtyard
“i gave you these swords to protect yourself so c–”
“you gave me these swords because i have 100% of the hands required to wield them”
“–so come back safe you little shit”
he tilts your head up by your chin and kisses your forehead
“you’re doubting the sound hashira?” you chide
every movement you make in his clothes wafts the sweet smell of him around you
he smiles when you remind him of your title
he smiles at the thought of throwing you an obnoxious homecoming party
he smiles when he realizes he’s never getting that haori back
he kisses you again quickly, lips and tongue to taste you, and slaps your ass just hard enough to knock you off the porch
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Mitsuri
the end of a long day at your girlfriend’s house always means one thing
bath time baby
the kanroji estate is luxury darling
and Mitsuri is never too busy to longue in the tub with you before bed
so where is she?
honey drips off the bread you toasted for her
“…she promised..” you grumble to yourself and sink low into the water
a berry rolls lazily off of its tea plate and splashes a dollop of cream onto the floor
Mitsuri swore she’d be back from her mission tonight
was she hurt?
oh lord did she faint?
she’s a fainter– what if she saw a line of baby ducks?
oh god, what if she heard a baby’s first laugh?
she’d be out for at least the next twelve hours
she could be unconscious in the street in godknows what kind of pastryless shithole!
your eyes widen
is she dying of starvation?
out in a field like some wild animal waiting to be picked apart by vultures!
the village she was sent to couldn’t possibly be wealthy enough to feed her the 6000 calories she needs twice a day
you should have known! you should have packed her more food!
the bath was beginning to feel like a coffin
you melt dramatically out of the tub and pace in front of the bathroom door, back and forth and back and forth
you’d assemble the pillars immediately
Mitsuri’s simple white haori hangs limply beside the mirror where she left it days ago
too hot for haori, she’d said before kissing you goodbye, groggy and still in bed
tears well up in your eyes
the damn thing smells like strawberries
“Oi, trophy wife! get the fuck out here”
an angry voice disrupts your search&rescue planning and startles every bird from the cherry trees outside
Sanemi
perfect
you could lecture him about being quieter later the bees cant make honey under duress; now is the time for action
you inhale your girlfriend’s sweet smell one more time and wrap yourself up in the haori to answer the call from the front of the house
you stride from the bath through the halls, past the rows of stretching tsugukos in the calisthenics room great job everyone and burst into the foyer with the slap of a sliding door
“perfect timing Shinazugawa!”
“you’re fucking naked!”
Sanemi shields his eyes in the entryway and Giyuu stands cooly beside him
both a little bloody, eyes sagging with lack of sleep from a mission
“I have a message for Kanroji from Master Ubuyashiki. Where is she?” Giyuu is calm
you are not
“I was hoping you’d know!”
“Is she not back yet?”
“Where the fuck is she?!” Sanemi wails
every time Sanemi meets the Love Pillar’s prized possession he remembers why he hates you both so much
“rally the troops, men!” you pluck Giyuu’s ancient crow from his shoulder and toss it out the window, “alert master Himejima first!”
“do NOT–!” Sanemi snatches the crow back inside by its little foot
giyuu was struggling to remember why they came at all
something about a mission report…
“Master Ubuyashiki is looking for me?”
all three heads turn around to the front door, surprise, desperation, and hatred
at Mitsuri
pink cheeks in the sunset and two arms stuffed full of bento
“boys! you beat me back? I thought for sure I’d–”
“you stopped for dinner?!” Sanemi screeches
but Mitsuri didn’t freeze because of Shinazugawa’s screams
the bento clatter to the pavement stones
rolled egg dashed across the walkway
her eyes have locked on target
you.
“Mitsuri my love!” you squawk
Giyuu tugs Sanemi cautiously back by the sleeve
and she barrels inside
the woman is airborne from the time she crosses the threshold of her house to the moment she launches into you
“BABY!!!”
you’re forced stumbling backwards from the weight of her and she crushes you messily against the nearest wall
Sanemi gags
“so– so cute for me y/n! only a haori?! my haori?! what, is it my birthday?” Mitsuri cooes and and runs her hands up the sides of your legs until she hits your hips and your very short hem
“i love seeing you in my clothes”
Giyuu rests his head against the doorframe, puzzled
Sanemi, overcome with loyalty for Ubuyashiki, quietly asks his crow to pluck out his eyes instead of abandoning the mission
a tsuguko weedles out of the side room and ushers the two male hashira to the front door
blessedly, before Mitsuri tries to drizzle you in honey right there in the vestibule
“we will try a different day” Giyuu determines as the door is closed in his face
“i'll take my own life before coming back here”
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Obanai
“Iguro! Very bold today!” Rengoku beams from the clearing where he and Mitsuri are beating a few tsuguko to a pulp
Obanai ignores him
6am and already in an absolutely foul mood
“yeah dude, finally feelin’ a little flashy?” Tengen teases behind a hot cup of tea on the veranda
not even dawn tempers the insufferability of his teammates
“leave me be peacock”
auxiliary training day
one of the few days a year the pillars gather without the oversight of Ubuyashiki
and honestly just an excuse to take out pent up exhaustion on tsuguko just strong enough not to die
and get totally trashed
liquor has been barred from all extracurricular hashira activities after Mitsuri broke a few noses last year– none of them her own.
“Iguro, my friend, w–”
“--Good morning Himejima,” he interrupts, impatient, and generally sour.
Obanai only just arrived on the scene
why in the world is everyone trying to talk to him?
he strides as quickly as he can manage to the equipment building to gather training supplies and get this day over with
get back to you
he wished you were–
why weren’t you–
right
you’d fought this morning
he still couldn’t quite understand how it started but it got loud enough to unsettle the crows outside
you’d wanted to come with him so badly
to see everyone all together for the first time in so long
why didn’t you?
everything about this morning was stupid and so anger inducing
Shinobu stands with Sanemi a little ways off the the two of them eye him clearly across the clearing
what the fuck does everyone want from him–
“No haori this morning?”
Obanai startles uncharacteristically when Muichiro’s voice tumbles down from above
the boy is napping in a tree
“Everyone is thinking ‘he’s half naked’ if that’s what you’re wondering.”
!!!
he left in such an angry rush he forgot his haori!
and–
“Obanai,” Giyuu yawns and approaches the supply shed, “No snake today? Has he finally died?”
–Kaburamaru!
you have *not* forgotten why you fought with your husband this morning
jerk
“there’s no need for you to be there.” Iguro said in bed when you held him close and whispered how excited you were to see everyone
“Huh? Do you not want me to come?”
“I don’t care either way.”
and thus the brawl began
you were looking forward to this weekend for so long!
rousing stories to celebrate another year with no hashira casualties
Shinobu’s absolutely darksided drinking games
to catch up with the uzui wives while your husbands fought each other to the death
what you really wanted was to live in Iguro’s world, just for a few days
standing tall beside him not too tall now watching him practice this part of his life he keeps so separate from you
and Iguro had the nerve to be indifferent to your company!
thirty minutes after leaving you alone (at your request) to sink into your anger
Obanai bursts through the door to your room at the inn, very nearly out of breath
“My haori! is Kabu– Y/n?”
He’s frozen in the doorway at the sight of you dripping tears, and what appears to be.. strangling the neck of his haori?
Kaburamaru is coiled gently around your shoulders
those tears must emit some kind of pheromone because snake be damned, Obanai can’t even remember what he came back here for now that you so obviously need help
..or the fact that he’s probably the reason
“Darling, are you hurt?” he kneels close to you and wipes at your cheeks with both hands
if Kaburamaru could roll his eyes..
“get off Iguro”
“I will not”
he wipes some more, all thumbs and gentle fingers
you throw his haori angrily over his head and scrunch back against the edge of the futon
fresh out of big loud fighting energy
“go on then you have your haori, go train without me”
“i don’t want to be without you”
sweet soft asshole
"you came back for Kabu not me."
"you...asked me to leave you alone?"
it becomes apparent quickly that this is not the right response
“I would like you to come with me always” he continues earnestly
“well i never would have guessed”
“Y/n I just don’t want you to have to spend time with my idiot teammates”
“I like them!”
“I only said I didn’t care if you came because i want you to be happy!”
“That doesn’t make any sense!”
just fight or fuck, Kaburamaru is surely thinking
“If you want to go I am happy, if you want to stay I am happy! It doesn’t matter which one you chose because I am happy when you’re happy!”
“I want you to be excited to bring me!”
“I’m not excited to go!”
the ridiculousness of this prolonged argument gets to you, and you can’t not crack a smile in the sudden quiet
Iguro visibly relaxes and leans his head against the wall beside you
“I’m..I’m being dramatic, I’m sorry Iguro”
Kaburamaru stretches across your lap to resituate himself around your husband’s chest
“no Y/n, I’m sorry”
you roll your sleepy eyes at him and hold his bandaged face in two hands,
“i always want you to be with me” he murmurs, “even when i’m on missions– even times like that when it’s selfish. you’re brilliant. your presence makes everything tolerable”
“don’t forget you called me a moron earlier”
“Y/n, you called me a ‘huge dickwad fuckhead’ so I–”
“and i was right!”
“in my defense,” he smiles now too, you can always see it in his eyes, “i actually said that you were 'acting like my moron teammates'”
“a terrible defense!”
An hour passes before the two of you finally trekk back up to the traininggrouds
you’re met with a chorus of
“Y/n!”s and “It’s wonderful to see you!"s
the uzuis beat you here thank god
all enjoying breakfast in the shade of the veranda
although Makio is the quickest to remind Iguro why he hates the entire Uzui family so goddamn much
 “Obanai, you leave to get your spouse and come back with more clothes on than when you left??”
“Something went wrong in transit my friend!” Tengen sneers and high fives his wife
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Gyomei
you were always a fragile tsuguko
no offense
but this just doesn’t feel like your line of work
“a cold?” Genya huffs when you drag your fucking corpse out of the river
“you seriously have a cold?”
you’re as irate as you can manage
“you don’t?!”
“it’s july”
“we’re training in a waterfall”
“It 106° out”
“i’m not cold, i have a cold you fucking oaf”
three days of mountain training with only the stone hashira and his new tsuguko– a child might you add
was going to suck the life force out of you
unless the leeches on this godforsaken mountain beat them to it
you shudder and crawl to your belongings laid out safely on stones beside the riverbed
it started as as a tickle in the back of your throat at dawn, and by noon the tickle turned into a raging headache and so much mucus
camp is a just a few feet away, but you doubt you can manage the walk
sore from the inside out and probably barely breathing
Genya crouches beside your body splayed out on the river rocks
“i’m not carrying you”
he perfected the role of little brother the very second Gyomei added him to the team
“then let me die in peace”
“don’t die until the Master comes back” he smiles and walks back into the river to finish his assignment for the afternoon
you roll onto your back, cold and wet, to look for something to at least start drying off with
your clean uniform top radiates warmth on a large stone in front of you while your wet undershirt clings to your chest
maybe it’ll sap the warmth from your body fast enough to counteract the fever?
a fever in 100° weather
jeez, how many times had you been this embarrassed?
your things and Genya’s, look like piles of trash compared to your Master’s carefully folded uniform and heavy flail
Himejima stripped down to his hakama this morning and left his belongings with your’s before going to push a boulder up a mountain or some other impossible feat
save a family of deer from a fire
build a village for orphans
cure cancer
whatever he did on his training days
huge, shirtless, and blind
handsome
just out there terrorizing the forest until dinner
you lean against the biggest rock you can find, careful to stay close to the river in case Gyomei returns or Genya starts drowning or something
apparently being Gyomei’s tsuguko also means being Sanemi’s unpaid aupair
but the Shinazugawas are the last thing on your mind the very second you lay eyes on your saving grace
Gyomei’s happi
you can feel every sickly sore muscle in your arm as you pull it off it’s warm rock and into your damp lap
you won’t die today!
you’ll dry off on the shore and join Genya once your energy returns
before your master even knows anything has happened
you might not be cut out for demon slaying, but you have the brains of a criminal mastermind
you wrap the length of the green jacket around your body and feel absorbed by its size
its warm smell
like incense
Gyomei always smells like sage
you chuckle a little at the Namu Abida Butsu embroidered on the inner hem and draw your knees to your chest
thank you buddha indeed
by the time your master returns, the sun has set enough to light a fire at camp without roasting anyone’s skin off in the summer heat
Genya is still situated under the rush of the waterfall nearby and Gyomei realizes a day spent swimming in refreshing waters might not be the soul crushing training he thought it was
so where are you?
he wanders towards the riverbed to get dressed and call his tsuguko back to the campsite for dinner
Genya will know where–
where..
..you are
you’re here
he’s almost stepped on you
“Y/n.”
his voice is deep and rumbling but it doesn’t reach you
you’re curled up inside his happi beside the equipment rock
close enough to the water that the river’s tide licks your hair every time it rolls close
“training is not over.” he scolds and kneels to tug you out of the damp
“you’ll get sick like this”
but he feels the heat of your body through his clothes before his hand even touches your shoulder
You manage a quiet “Hime..ji..mm…” when the scent of sage grows stronger in the water around you
“Y/n? Oh– oh no.”
If you were awake you’d probably pass away from the thought of your master scooping you up in a damp bundle in his arms
Gyomei ushers Genya back with a wave of his hand instead of bellowing across the river while you slump hot against his chest
breathing feebly into the crook of his neck
gently enough to make the skin of his back prickle in waves
enough to replace every ounce of frustration in his heart with worry
if you were awake you’d probably slap yourself for even imagining what Gyomei’s breathing sounded like this close to his lips
or how the soft skin of his palms felt smoothing cool cloths against your cheeks
it’s exactly because you aren’t awake that you reach for his hand when he feels your forehead for fever beside the campfire
it’s probably because you're not awake that he lets you
and wonders at just how much smaller your fingers are than his as the two of you cling together gently
for a second
just like this
you sick of training, and him sick with concern
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Hey, not to alarm you two, but I think Gustavo is coming in.
Peppino, I’d suggest prepping an explanation, and maybe tell Pep to stay calm and use the grounding exercises we taught him.
If you don’t think Pep is up to it though, there’s a box out next to the dumpster. It seems to be his safe place.
Pep, don’t worry, people a lot smarter than me can help put the pieces together, but for now we need you to breathe. You’re in the restaurant right now, and you’re safe.
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Peppino: "Gus is here???"
Gustavo: "Sorry, we're late, Peppino! Brick saw a cat, and we ended up the next town over-"
Peppino: "GUSTAVO!!!"
Gustavo: "AAA-!?!?"
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Peppino: "GUS!!! MY CLONE THAT I FOUGHT IN THE TOWER WAS LIVING IN THE DUMPSTER FOR A MONTH, AND HE CAME IN AND WE TALKED, BUT HIS LITTLE MAGIC BOX OF A THOUSAND VOICES TATTLED ON HIM AND HE HAD A VERY MELTY PANIC ATTACK, AND THEN I WAS PUPPY-DOG EYED INTO LETTING HIM STAY AND WORK HERE, AND THEN WE WERE COOKING THE PIZZA AND HE HAD A MEMORY ABOUT USING A KNIFE, AND THEN HE JUST TURNED INTO SOMEONE ELSE FOR A SECOND AND NOW HE'S HAVING ANOTHER PANIC ATTACK, AND IT'S BARELY INTO THE AFTERNOON, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!!!"
Gustavo: "You know I am always happy to help you, Peppino, but can you please explain that again a little slower?"
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Pep: *muffled hyperventilating*
Pep: "!!!"
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Pep: "Si tahw...?"
Pep: "Efas... Mraw... …Tfos si…"
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Gustavo: "Oh, good job, Brick!"
Peppino: "Yes, thank you, Brick. She's nice to cuddle with, huh, Pep?"
Pep: "...Mhm..."
Peppino: "Good, good. Now, what were your-a friends saying? There's a box outside? Would you like me to get it?"
Pep: "...Yes please..."
Peppino: "Alright, I will be right back."
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Peppino: "Oh, there is-a box here..."
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Peppino: "Oh... It is conveniently covering that hole in the wall I forgot about... Mm, fixing it will have to be put off again... Getting stuff for Pep is more important."
Peppino: "Hm? What's this? 'Peppino's Special Things'? I should-a bring this inside too. Must be important to Pep."
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Peppino: "Pep, I got your box! But are you-a sure it's the right one? It seems-a really small for you-"
Peppino: "!!!"
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Peppino: "Well, that answers that. You feel better?"
Pep: *quiet but relived gurgle*
Peppino: "Good. Here, let's let you rest with Brick and with-a your friends. It's been quite the day for you."
Peppino: "Okay, so Gus and I are going to-a continue the work day, but we'll put your pizzas aside for later, and when you feel up to it, you can finish them off. But if you feel like resting for the rest of the day, that's alright too. Does that sound okay?"
Pep: *soft burble that vaguely sounds like the word 'okay'*
Peppino: "Alright then. We'll be in the kitchen if you need us."
(Gustavo and Brick (the Rat) are now available for asks!
Pep is having a little break and is too tired to form a mouth, but you can still leave asks for him)
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fairyroses · 5 months
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— SMALLVILLE, "Lexmas" (5.09)
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HELLO MY FLUFFY BEAUTIFUL MUTUAL <3 <3 <3!!! You are so cuddly and safe im- :'( / pos
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kingkatsuki · 12 days
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Thinking about Mitsuri trying to play matchmaker between you and Sanemi, and pulling Obanai into her schemes because she just knows and believes you’re both perfect for each other if you’d just take that leap🥺😭
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