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mitsies · 1 year

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FISHTAIL, WHAT'S THE MATTER ? ; aki hayakawa > aki might just change his mind about you if you keep on touching his hair like that.

the devil hunter's headquarters are quiet in the mornings.

there's no one here, not at 7 in the morning. the lobby is empty as aki shuts the door behind him. glass windows let the early morning light shine through, painting the receptionist's desk and potted plants white and pale yellow. the receptionists aren't here yet– it’s just him for now. he slides past the doors leading to the office portion of the headquarters, letting them click shut behind him.

the doorway takes him to the dreariest of dreary rooms he’s ever seen. cubicles followed by cubicles fill the centre of the room and line the walls. some are more decorated than the others– many are bare. a few have pictures hanging next to computer monitors. even less have flowers placed on the seats– memorials. aki walks past those ones a little faster. he’s a little distracted by his observations of his colleagues’ workspaces and he jolts a little in surprise when someone’s familiar voice calls out, “aki?”

he turns and sees you. a grimace passes over his face and a storm brews in his chest. you’re standing by the entrance to the office space, having entered a few minutes after him. you look tired, with eyebags colouring your skin with sleep and exhaustion pulling you down into a slight slouch. your arms are crossed over your chest and you blink at him slowly. and aki hates it because you look so lovely, even when you don’t try to. your hair might be mussed but you make it work, and you might be on the verge of passing out but at least you’d look good doing it. he snaps his gaze away from you in a vain attempt to pretend his cheeks from burning redder than red.

“why’re you here so early?” his question is responded to with a huff of laughter as you begin to make your way closer. a part of him wants to tell you to stay away but your increasing proximity is alluring, and he’s not a strong enough man to turn you away.

“i could ask you the same thing.”

he stiffens as you draw nearer. he doesn’t know why– you’re a respectable distance away. a colleague-worthy distance. a friendly distance. and aki’s frown deepens because he wishes that you’d be closer. “i had paperwork to get to.”

“you’re always working,” you muse, more to yourself, letting your head fall to the side a little. aki is only just a little mesmerised by how your hair shifts with your subtle movements, and he clears his throat. “someone has to pick up your slack.”

he winces internally at his own words– it wasn’t a respectable jab to take. you’re part of aki’s special division and you are, regretfully, a valuable asset. but you laugh, and he feels something coil and tighten in his chest, which he tells himself he hates but he’s never been too sure about that assertion.

“my bad, boss,” you respond dryly, with a half-smile that makes his stomach turn. “i’ll let you get to your paperwork. i’ve got my own, too,” you gesture vaguely to your tiny cubicle, a few feet away. aki glances over and sees a pile of white, official-looking documents with familiar seals decorating the wood. your cubicle is mostly bare, but there’s a single picture– it’s you and an older woman who looks a lot like you. you have a big, cheesy grin, little plaits running through your hair, and more smile lines than you do now. he wonders what you’ve given to stand where you are now, as you begin to move over to the spinning desk chair.

“wait.”

you stop, as you’re about to sit down, and glance back at him, waiting for him to continue. he can’t meet your eyes, opting to brush past you as he speaks. “bring your papers to my office. i have an extra chair.”

aki’s office is small and out of the way, compared to the other ones in the building. it’s on the ground floor but through a winding hallway, and he keeps in front of you, listening to your footsteps echoing through the otherwise empty halls. he opens the door to the space and clicks the light on, before moving to his desk.

he’s suddenly very aware of the empty mugs and full trash receptacle, and the smell of coffee hanging in the air, and he silently both hopes you won’t care and chides himself for offering you to come in the first place. because truthfully, why did he ask you to join him? aki was perfectly fine without company– in fact, he might’ve even preferred it. maybe you were becoming an exception. the thought crosses his mind, and he feels a surge of something so warm and overwhelming that he can’t quite discern how he feels about it. he thinks it might feel nice.

he pulls up a chair for you– a spare, right across from his setup, and sits down in his own seat too your credit, you don’t say a word. maybe it’s the early hour that renders you without much to speak about, as you unceremoniously plop your pile of documents and files onto the little clearing aki has made for you on the desk and slide into the seat.

the both of you work in silence for a while. he’s clicking away at his laptop, and you scribble onto your reports. it’s a silent system, and the only noises are the keys clicked and the soft breathing as the office building comes to life outside of the sanctity of aki’s office. people begin to arrive, and footsteps can be heard through the thin walls. people chattering quietly becomes audible from the room with the cubicles. at some point, your hand cramps and you slide back into your seat with a slight sigh. aki tips his head up to look at you, hair tied up with strands loosely escaping from the updo.

“doesn’t that bother you?”

aki blinks. “what?”

“your hair. it’s all in your face.”

he hadn’t noticed the loose strands until you’d pointed them out. absently, he brushes a longer piece behind his ear. “i’ll fix it later.”

he’s in a flow, now, breezing through the mountains of reports and paperwork he has to get through, and he looks back to his laptop screen. but you stand, suddenly, and walk around the desk to where he is. the already cramped space grows even tighter, and you’re infinitely close as you stand behind him, a hand on the back of his chair as he looks at you.

“what are you doing?” he tries to sound dull and stern like he usually does, but he feels the blood rushing to his face as he snaps his gaze back to his screen to avoid more humiliation.

“your hair, hopefully,” you hum. you’re half expecting him to tell you off when you deftly move your hands to his scalp, gently tugging out the black elastic that holds his updo in place. but he doesn’t say a word, simply continuing to scroll through whatever document he has open as you run your fingers through his scalp nimbly.

he’s trying his hardest to not react as your fingertips brush against his scalp, as your skin meets his, as your hand finishes its track and softly touches against the back of his neck. his brain is short-circuiting and sparking electricity in his head, and he feels so warm beneath your hands. and then you start braiding.

aki’s not too sure how he’s meant to work under these circumstances. deftly, swiftly, you section his thick, dark hair into parts and plait them. he tries to type, he tries to focus, but his mind is on you and your hands, you and your voice, you and your smile, you and yourself. he decides that he doesn’t mind thinking about you, and therefore doesn’t mind you much at all, not as much as he thought he did. and then you start talking, and he realises: he might even like you a little.

“my mom,” you start, “she taught me how to braid hair. used to let me do hers every morning.”

aki wants to respond but he’s not sure how. so all he says is a polite, “that sounds nice.”

“it was. maybe i should’ve been a hairstylist.”

“you could,” he says with a sudden rush of urgency. “you could be anything. you should be anything. you should leave.”

you blink down at him, and he’s not looking at you but he can see your expression in his mind’s eye. and you exhale like a laugh, and say, “and leave you here? no, thanks.”

the silence that follows your words is only permeated by the growing volume of conversation outside, and the mounting number of footsteps travelling down the hallway outside aki’s office. you plait his hair in the muffled noises of the morning, leading it up into a simple updo, like it’s the only thing that matters in the world. you braid his hair like your mother did yours, and he feels the love that is carried through in the actions, in the repetition, in the language of little intimacies. you braid his hair, and aki loves you.

he’s embarrassed to admit he’s upset when you’re finished. you wordlessly grin at him and trail your hands across his shoulders all-too-quickly before moving to sit down again and continue your paperwork. but he’s not too mad, because at least you’re still there. at least you’re here.

aki decides that he likes his hair braided. and he thinks that he might be far too busy to learn to do it himself– it would be inefficient and a waste of time to even try. so, he thinks, the only reasonable course of action is to ask you. he bites the inside of his cheek to contain the unabashed surge of warmth, the feeling he recognises as pure joy and affection, at the thought.

he thinks that he’s beginning to look forward to mornings, just a little.

✄ this was written for the mitsies 3k follower event with the prompt 'you ask to do their hair and the whole time they're trying not to explode'

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ilyuu · 11 months

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ft. diluc.

warnings : fluffy, bits of angst, lots of pining, longing, open end, lmk if i missed anything! just diluc wanting to see you

this one is for you aki <3

just diluc wiping down the counter with a rug, cleaning it until there is nothing to clean. the luster reflecting the flickering candles still lit. the takes of all sorts of alcohol swirls in the air, a sickeningly sweet scent that clings to every texture of wood. the seas of voices that swallowed all four corners of the tavern in its waves of airy carefreeness ebbed, silence taking in its place.

seldom the sound of glass clinking, whether against one another or wood, a torrent of laughs, or cheers - he’s on his own.

the silence that he found himself once comfortable in now sets his nerves aflame.

he slows down, and with nothing to distract him, of course, his mind wanders to you.

he hasn’t seen you, though that isn’t anything to concern himself with - you’re not tied to this place as he is, nor should you spare some time for it (not that he does either.) and yet, even as he repeats those words to himself a many times, in a many of nights such as this one, it does not ease the slight twinge in his chest.

a small voice in his carried a hope that maybe you’d come for a quick visit, just to see him, either for a greeting and even if that was the case, it was more than enough for him if it meant catching a word of your voice. it was enough for him, it was enough for him to keep your eyes and attention at him even for a bit of your day as it made all of his.

until it wasn’t.

until, each time he saw you, he yearned for a bit more of your time. he silently hoped, with every swift parting the two of you made, that he could’ve kept you at least for a minute more, that the flow of the wind and time itself could slow down if it meant staying beside (and with) you.

he realized what this meant months ago - constantly searching you out amidst a crowd, constantly thinking of you whenever he catches a breath, constantly hanging onto every word and letter you let go in those short moments the two of you share.

he likes you. …well, love would be a bit more appropriate of a word to use. he loves you. he loves you more than he’d care to admit to anyone, let alone you, or himself.

he combs his hair off to the side, tucking its loose locks to try to retain some of his composure, if anything. his skin nearly matches its shade. the space around him seems to stiffly shift, a stuffy air that only grows in temperature and slowly trap him in, a heat slipping underneath his clothes.

was it his vision that made him this way? or you all in all?

would you ever feel the same? and, in the small possibility that you did, was he willing to invite you into his life, along with all the dangers that he had invited himself?

he sighs, as if it’ll blow out the steam stirring from within him. the rag in his hand nearly tears at its seams, its haggard fabric baring the weight of his feelings that simply he could not convey, be it verbally or another method at hand.

perhaps he loves you a bit too much.

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mitsuyaya · 11 months

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[ even in the next life ] hayakawa aki

♡ contains: 561 words. heavy (?) angst, major character death, major spoilers (for anime watchers)

♡ summary: you love aki more than anything in this world; he taught you the beauty of waking up every day, but he didn't teach you how to wake up every single day without him

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the love you had for aki is immeasurable, to the point that it's too unreal.

everytime his eyelashes flutter, his chest heaves, his lips curve into a small sweet smile—it becomes more and more difficult for you to breathe, for you to think normally.

aki moves with such grace and suave. his hands were rough, scarred from his every mission but everytime it touches your skin, it feels soft, feels heavenly. his muscles flex everytime he carries heavy things but he makes it look lightweight, as if it doesn't weigh anything at all.

his voice never fails to put you in a trance, gradually lulling you in a daze where the only people inside are the two of you. and when he has his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting into the space between your neck and shoulders—it makes you feel like the world exists solely for you and him.

you love aki an insane amount, even more than anything in this world, more than you or anyone can ever imagine.

it's not hard to love hayakawa aki, to love a man whose face resembles that of an angel, a man who could make anyone fall for him if he wanted to. to fall in love with a man whose personality could make anyone crave even a slightest amount of his attention.

you were lucky enough to have him, to have him by your side, to be able to touch such unreal figure. to have him whisper in your ear, confess his undying love—his love that he vows that'll never fade, that could last forever, even in his next life.

aki was your candle, someone who guides your feet amidst the darkness. someone who provides you warmth in your bleakest days. but as if the candle was blown, aki left you–with his cremated body in an urn, in this house you used to share.

this house that was used to be filled with mirth, intimacy and endless promises has morphed into a weary and melancholic prison. detaining you with the reality that the man you love so much is gone, dead.

“aki why did you leave me?” you cried loudly, holding his picture frame in your chest, it hurts so much. he promised, vowed to love you with all of his heart, to choose you and only you until the end, to stay by your side for all your life—but he's gone, he's never coming back.

“aki…please”

no matter how many prayers, no matter how many times you call his name he'll never hear them, it'll never come true. and you know that, you're perfectly aware of it, but you held on to that foolish thought that he might come back, that this was all a dream and by the time you wake up he'll kiss you, wipe your tears and tell you it's only a nightmare.

“...please come back”

it's painful; to steal a glance at his urn, to gaze at his photos, to listen to his audio recordings—it makes you squeeze your chest in agony, makes you cry and scream his name until your voice turns hoarse, till you could feel your body going numb.

and yet, even if your heart aches, shattered into a million pieces, even if you seem to lose yourself, it's still him—still aki you'd choose to love even in the next lifetime.

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heavenlyakin · 1 year

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Somewhere Between

Aki Hayakawa x GN!Reader

WC: 809

TW: none! It’s fluff with a mild amount of angst bc it’s Aki and it can’t not be angsty by nature. This is in line with cannon tho, just before denji moves in with Aki obvs.

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The pittering sound of rain brings you back to reality. Glancing over, you see it’s really picked up since you arrived at Aki’s apartment last night. If you listen and focus enough, you can hear the quiet breaths he takes as he sleeps. Slowly turning over to face Aki, you admire his features while he’s relaxed. It’s rare you’re awake before he is, so you savor this time, taking in every second of the delicate features that’ll soon be replaced with his tough exterior.

Gently, you reach over and move a stray piece of dark hair away from his cheek, tucking it behind his ear knowing it won’t stay put anyway. His forehead creases as he furrows his brows, not quite awake but somewhere between a dream and awareness. You wonder what he dreams about; something he’s never shared with you. Well, amongst many other things, you suppose dreams are not as important so you don’t give much more thought to it.

His eyelids flutter a few times and you can’t help but keep looking. It’s not like you haven’t caught him staring at you when you’ve woken up. He smiles softly, the sleepy smile that you love so much. You haven’t told him this yet, and you are unsure about how he will take it. Aki has lost so much already, you’re not sure if it’s fair to tell him how you feel for the fear he might lose you; even though he never could.

“Morning,” he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His body radiates warmth, comforting you in seconds. You place a hand on his chest, your cold fingers instantly warming.

“Sleepyhead,” you kiss his nose and he grins again. “What were you dreaming about?”

He shrugs, removing his arm from your waist and rubbing his eyes. “Can’t remember,” he tells you, his voice still rough and deep from sleep.

He leans forward, kissing you softly. You breathe him in, the taste of last night's cigarette and mint gum still on his lips. You’ve asked him to quit so many times, but he never listens. He promises he’ll try but every time he stopped for a day, the next was just too much to handle without the sweet taste. He always sounded so sad when he made an excuse, you let him get away with it.

“I dreamt about a cat going to space. Much more interesting than whatever you’re withholding from me,” you tell him, turning to lie on your back and face the ceiling.

Aki sits up, tossing his legs off the side of the bed. His hair falls around his shoulders, and you notice the tufts that formed at the back of his head. You can’t help but giggle, sitting up and wrapping your arms around his bare waist.

“Don’t leave the warmth of the bed, I might freeze to death without you.” You feign concern and grip him tighter.

He laughs softly, barely audible. “Baby,” he coos, “I need to brush my teeth and smoke.”

His routine, something you’ll never be able to compete with even though you try. You flop back onto his bed, releasing him to his oh so important tasks. You’re aware Aki has feelings for you, or else he wouldn’t ask you to come over so often and usually just to sleep together without fooling around. It’s intimate but there’s been nothing spoken about what your relationship to one another is.

Perhaps it’s somewhere between lovers and friends.

Glancing up at the clock on his nightstand you see it’s barely after 8 a.m. You slept just a little over four hours in total, but somehow don’t feel unrested. You don’t work until noon, but you might as well head home, you decide. Aki has his routine and you’d rather not be here when he leaves for work and have the unsettling feeling that it might be the last time you see him. It’s better if you go first and think about coming home to him instead.

Dressing quietly and quickly you gather your things and toss them in with Aki’s laundry, knowing one of you will get to it and not mind separating it out later.

“Where are you going?” Aki peeks his head through the sliding glass door to his balcony.

“Home, I just wanted to do a few chores before going to work. I’m also out of clothes here.” You tell him, slipping your shoes on by the door.

He rushes towards you, cigerette still between his fingers. He never keeps them lit inside, you’re stunned to see he ran inside with it. “Aki, what are-”

“Just get all your stuff and come back here. Move in with me.” He says breathlessly, and you know it isn’t from the short run.

Maybe you’re not just someone somewhere between to him.

#csm fluff #chainsaw man fluff #hayakawa aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa fluff #hayakawa aki fluff

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warsofasoiaf · 1 year

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For Alien Crossfire, can you wrap it up by talking about the Manifold Usurpers and Caretakers?

The Progenitors are the biggest and most radical factions in Alien Crossfire, which is certainly saying something if you've read my essays on the other factions. These two aliens are incredibly advanced, to the point of being extremely unbalanced. That's actually a bit of a problem - they're too unbalanced to play in multiplayer and they make the game very easy when playing in single-player due to the limited AI. But if you scratch away the gameplay and focus on the lore, you have two factions wrapped around a single event - the Tau Ceti Flowering.

“The fungus has been Planet’s dominant lifeform since about the time of the Lower Paleozoic on Earth. But when, once every hundred million years or so, the neural net at last achieves the critical mass necessary to become sentient, the final metamorphosis kills off most of the other life on the planet. It is possible that we humans can help to break this tragic cycle.” -Lady Deidre Skye, Planet Dreams

The transcendence victory in Alpha Centauri is one of the longer ones to complete, requiring extensive science to reach near to the end of the tech tree and enough industry to beat out other players in response. However, the payoff is one of the most powerful - uploading humanity into the neural net of Planet, merging humanity with this consciousness to become a new being, which can conceivably be thought of as a god given its intelligence, power, and capabilities. This happened on Tau Ceti, an event that the Progenitors call the Flowering. The Caretakers saw this and were horrified, and sought to stop it from happening again, while the Usurpers saw it as a means to grow into godhood, and so sought to exploit it for their own gain. In the skies above Planet (which the Progenitors call Manifold Six), the two engaged in a fierce battle, and their fleets were destroyed. The aliens land on this world hoping to destroy the other faction and summon reinforcements using subspace beacons to acquire reinforcements, enough to scour the paltry survivors and the scattered humans from the surface of Manifold Six and accomplish their faction's goals (or in the Usurper's case, they can simply initiate the Ascent to Transcendence themselves).

The Progenitor race appears to sense, and possibly even manipulate, local fields an untrained human cannot perceive without mechanical aid, including at the very least electricity and magnetism. This sensitivity creates entirely new worlds of artistic endeavors for the race-or it may be developed into a powerful combat awareness that can foil any attempt at surprise. -Prime Function Aki Zeta-Five, Alien Analysis

However, these Progenitors are not simply technologically advanced humans - the Progenitors are alien in many ways. Not simply in biology, they actually appear to be bipedal with multiple eyes for binocular vision. The Progenitors can manipulate electricity and magnetism to great effect, sensing perturbations to avoid ambushes (giving the Caretakers their 25% defense buff) or creating shadow regiments to supplement their attacks (the Usurpers get a 25% attack buff). Later technologies are even more impressive, using multiversal manipulation for space compression, but this is arguably less radical (as late-game human technology in Alpha Centauri are likewise extend to quantum and temporal fluctuation). Their speech is also strange, they use this resonance to alter sounds around them to transmit messages. This gives a strange speech pattern of a subject : object grammar when speaking with humans, a pattern that is not shared when Progenitors speak to each other. This can actually cause misunderstandings when using the communication function, since if you cannot parse the grammar correctly (and are unfamiliar with the UI), you can accidentally say something you didn't mean to say. This is reflected in game as well, as Cha Dawn references Kri'lan the Betrayer, who taught him the resonance.

The large crests, wide eye placement, mostly superfluous tusks (they don't protrude far enough to be used as weapons) and bright coloration of the Progenitors leads me to think that they are a herbivorous species. The crests appear to be dominance displays, with ornamentation meant to reflect the authority of the individual. While the Progenitors are certainly not eusocial, they do appear to be far more of a hierarchal species given their physical characterization and AI preference for planned economics. This would explain why taking over the other faction's bases do not see a wholesale extermination of the population, most Progenitors are probably drones who follow the leader, though this might just be a function of limited game programming.

The Progenitors are advanced beings, and even the relatively cuddly Caretakers treat humans as barely more intelligent than monkeys. Their AI (particularly the Usurpers) makes frequent demands of tech and credits, often as tribute instead of trades, and attacks aggressively when refused. The Progenitors also don't mind atrocities and commit them on humans with abandon, and the humans reciprocate in turn (unless you the player decide not to). They cannot accept human leadership and so a diplomatic victory cannot be achieved if any Progenitor faction is still alive.

Unlike the other factions (except the pirates), the Progenitors have no restrictions in social choices and so can act with great flexibility. The human factions are based around a particular idea or ethos, from Morgan's hypercapitalism to Santiago's spartan militarism. The Progenitors' guiding philosophy relates to what to do with Planet itself, which makes them far more similar to the Free Drones or Cybernetic Consciousness, who look to the future society rather than the present. With a Progenitor empire already established, the Progenitors don't see being on Manifold Six as a new beginning for the last remnants of humanity but rather as an unfortunate period of extended isolation from the main body of Progenitors due to war and resource limitation. So a Progenitor base is run much like a forward command base, with resources strictly rationed and limited and schedules strictly controlled, even well after the first bases are established.

While the other factions have rich lore, the Progenitors largely are just a small piece of an expansion pack, and I don't have as much to say about them as a result.

Thanks for the question, Ikac.

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rice-fae · 1 year

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Thing about csm part 2 that isn't getting nearly enough attention:

Everyone looks chronically tired

(They all have the Big Sad)

Spoiler alert btw

It might be related to the changes of Fujimoto's artstyle, but if you just read part 1 and jump to part 2, everything we see looks so much more busy and tiring to look at. Especially the characters. Last time we saw a really upbeat character in csm was Yuko (and she turned out to be a bad person lol)

Plus, we know for a fact that Fujimoto can draw people who look more upbeat (like Yuko, Power, Beam, Cosmo, etc etc). Still on artstyle changes, everything look a bit more clustered (a lotta lines everywhere, from faces to clothes to backgrounds, big black chunks with no visual break)

And you see, csm used to have big blank spaces in part 1, enough to breath and rest the eyes for every next big action panel. Most characters had big chunks of plain space on the designs. We got to breathe, visually. But the story changed now.

The world of csm changed since Aki's turning into the gun fiend, colliding into Japan. Since Chainsaw Man became a hero, since Denji lost his family, since Makima died, since the control devil was reborn, since.

So the world is changed for everyone, including Denji. Especially Denji. People died, the country is grieving for so many people, we are grieving for so many people. Denji's life and a (former) normal person's, Asa's, life is changed.

So Fujimoto is using, even if unknowingly so, visual storytelling. Of course it all looks busy and tiring and eye straining. The world of Chainsaw Man is busy, and tiring, and eye straining.

or not. I'm kinda looking into it too much tbh

#chainsaw man #csm #csm art #art #visual storytelling #storytelling #denjichainsawman #csm part 2 #tatsuki fujimoto

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healersadjust · 1 year

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What is something you've always wanted but never told anyone?

For..as many as you want! Bwahaa I like all of yours.

And, pandora’s box is opened! Thank you so much for the ask!!!!! And thank you!!!!!

Aki:

“Oh, this is embarrassing… If you tell anyone, I’ll never forgive you! But… I wanna go sledding. Or just kid things, you know? But sledding the most. I didn’t get to do the things my sisters did, and they looked like they had so much fun… I know I’m too old to want to do kid things, but I wanna do it.”

Leonidas writes:

I want a home. I want to have a place where I can always call mine, somewhere secluded… With a huge bed, large enough to fit me and my partners. I want enough space for the kids to have guest rooms so they can visit and stay with us for a while. I want something like the Bookman’s Shelves. Urianger had such a cute little home, and I think he misses it. I want to give him that again. I fear my partners will think that I don’t want to adventure with them. I do! I just… Also want a permanent spot we can come home to when we are finished.

Cevi:

“Oh, you’re just looking to get an old woman to spill her secrets! Well… I suppose there’s no harm in telling you… I want to go on another adventure with the group. I fear I’d love it too much, though. As my memories return, I remember more and more why we gave it up… It makes me worry for my daughter. Aki is so much like we were… But, regardless, I want to feel the rush of combat, just once more.”

Lucien:

“I want to visit my old boyfriend’s mother… It’s been many, many years. I can only hope she’s forgotten my face. Back then, she didn’t know he was my boyfriend… She thought I was dating his sister still. But she welcomed me like family. I want her warm hug, just once more. But I am undeserving. Her children are dead because of me, leaving her completely alone.”

Florian:

“I want to remember everything. I tell Constianne that I’m okay with not knowing, but I KNOW she’s hiding the hard parts of our childhood from me… She’s easy to read. I know she’s trying to protect me, but I’m not a child anymore! But… It makes her feel better. I overheard her speaking with Cevi, saying how she’s happy she can protect her little brother, and I appreciate the sentiment, but… She needs comfort, too. I just want to remember it all so I can take that weight off her shoulders.”

Constianne:

“I will be real with you… I want to have a quiet day with the family. I want us all to sit by a campfire and lean on each other’s shoulders and hold hands and hum softly, simply enjoying each others company. I don’t know how to make this happen… They’ll think it’s a joke. But I want it, badly.”

Cecelia:

“I’ve always wanted to feel like a princess. I want to wear an obnoxiously large dress and tiara and dance around my ballroom gracefully… Just for a night. I grew up dirt poor, and that’s always been a dream of mine.”

Amil:

“I want to be normal. I want to live my life with no relation to the void. I want to understand the people around me, I want to have silly thoughts like they do. I want to be silly, like humans are. Of all the mortal traits I didn’t get, it was cruel I didn’t get that one.”

#v time bb

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denimbex1986 · 4 months

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'There’s always genre. When a veteran director runs out of steam, there’s nothing like a time-honored narrative structure to give ’em some lines to color inside. But in their latest films, Andrew Haigh and Aki Kaurismäki haven’t turned to genre out of desperation or fallen back on it as a safety net. Instead they glance off its conventions to tell stories they might not have been able to otherwise.

All of Us Strangers is a ghost story. Or at least—I don’t want A24 stans to get the wrong idea—Andrew Haigh’s idea of a ghost story. These specters roost inside our heads, where they can seem more real than the material world outside; they can allow us to make peace with the past, or they can lure us away from our lives into deceptively comforting fantasies.

In Strangers, Andrew Scott is Adam, a solitary gay screenwriter old enough to remember the AIDS epidemic and Frankie Goes to Hollywood, who lives in a nearly unoccupied London high rise with huge windows that only serve to reinforce his isolation. He’s currently writing about his parents, who died in a Christmas Eve car crash when he was 11, and for inspiration one day he takes a train out to his hometown. That’s when the uncanny sets in.

While roaming the woods outside of town, Adam spies a young man a little ways off, and follows him to a shop. When they finally talk, you might suspect at first that Adam’s being cruised, but the man turns out to be his father (Jamie Bell), who takes Adam to his childhood home to see his mother (Claire Foy). The reunion is effusive on the part of the parents, who remain the same age as they were when they died, while Adam appears a bit overwhelmed as he tells them of his adult life.

Returning to London, Adam soon meets the only other occupant in the building (or at most one of the few), who, as fate would have it, is also gay and hot (and younger). Harry (played by Paul Mescal, just in case you thought this one was gonna have a happy ending) swings by soused one night, and Adam turns him away, out of politeness or reluctance or annoyance. Here, as throughout the film, Scott brilliantly inhabits a man who knows how to keep his distance. Adam’s smile is not malicious but not inviting either—it’s evasive, a way of putting people off while avoiding confrontation, and it’s clearly practiced.

We watch the two meet again, flirt awkwardly, kiss, fuck, and eventually spend the night together. They negotiate their age difference, debating the terms “queer” and “gay,” and share those parts of their life stories they feel are fit to share. The perfect foil to the reserved Scott, Mescal gives a bear hug of a performance here—Harry takes up space in a way that both unsettles and comforts Adam, with a baseline of darkness troubling his gregariousness. After a big snort of ketamine while they’re out clubbing, Adam imagines what their life together would be like, and that’s when we’re left to wonder how many of Adam’s interactions with Harry might simply be imagined.

Cinematographer Jamie D. Ramsay allows Haigh to blur the lines between reality and fantasy without being too obvious about it. Strangers may in fact be Haigh’s most inventively filmed script to date, with the faces of these four very attractive people shot in extreme closeup or lit by a glare with an unseen source in a way that doesn’t uglify them but reveals nuances of character. Bell and Foy never seem anything less than real humans, and Adam’s childhood home is a solid, lived in space. In contrast, here’s something dreamlike and less than corporeal about his flat, which is typically dark or dim, and he and Harry are often seen in reflection as surreal mirror images.

All of Us Strangers stands alongside other recent smart, moving films about children and their parents like Charlotte Wells's Aftersun and Céline Sciamma's Petit Maman, which also toy ambiguously with the supernatural and dreamlike. But where the children in those movies seek to understand their parents, this is an exercise in retroactively imagining the particular kind of love you needed and didn’t get as a child. Adam’s parents turn out to be two sweet, flawed people, as so many of us are, but they aren’t totally idealized. “You don’t look gay,” Adam’s mum says clumsily when he comes out to her; his father recalls Adam crying in his room after school and admits that when he was a boy he’d have bullied a kid like that too. Past damage is addressed indirectly as well, and after hearing Foy murmur along to the Pet Shop Boys’ “Always on My Mind” as the family decorates their Christmas tree, it will forever be a song of a regretful parent for me.

The sort of director who knows when to stand back and let the actors carry the film, Haigh also knows how to end a movie with the sort of epiphany that redefines all that’s come before it. No final scene this century has knocked the wind right out of me as completely 45 Years, where the truth about her long marriage to a glibly evasive Tom Courtenay finally registers on Charlotte Rampling’s face once they finish their anniversary dance, keyed to a dynamite Moody Blues needle drop. All of Us Strangers’s ending is even more of a gut wringer, with a twist that might at first seem gratuitous until a final sequence set to Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s “The Power of Love,” pulls everything together.

That ending has thrown more than a few viewers off (“Who was dead in this?” asks one two-star Letterboxd review desperately), and while I generally consider fan theories the preserve of those who prefer puzzles to movies and answers to art, the generally accepted reading is convincing this time. A ghost story but also a love story, All of Us Strangers suggests that everything we need to make us complete is already within us—and that this might in fact be the saddest fate possible...'

#Andrew Haigh #All of Us Strangers #45 Years #Frankie Goes to Hollywood #The Power of Love #Andrew Scott #Paul Mescal #Jamie D. Ramsay #Claire Foy #Jamie Bell #Aftersun #Petit Maman

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auburnflight · 2 years

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5-break in the storm

After a tenacious stretch of rainy days, the sun had finally broken through more than a fleeting gap in the clouds, and Aki felt she could breathe a little easier. Not that she particularly minded the rain. She had no complaints about the occasional opportunity to hole up in the library and read to her heart’s content without worry for the passing time. Not for a day or two, anyway—but when the sky let all its grievances fall in the form of raindrops for days on end, it certainly became exhausting. Now that the storm had let up, the beginning traces of a cold no longer felt like they would creep up on her any moment, and she could enjoy the outside air without rushing from place to place in a futile attempt to avoid getting drenched.

The question briefly passed through her mind of whether the other pegasus knights had weathered the stretch of rain as well as she had. She hoped that none of them had fallen ill during the bad weather… But as the brighter mood surrounding the stables’ activities and the squadron’s drills returned, she had seen that most of the familiar faces had been accounted for, and that worry evaporated.

Only one unresolved question, one tenacious splinter of uncertainty, remained in her mind.

For the first time in several days, after tending to all the extra work created by the inclement weather, she ventured out from the pegasus knights’ quarters to the central area of the castle, naginata in hand. The earth still squelched in places with wetness, and navigating it required some caution, but Aki was at least glad to feel the crisp morning air and warming sunlight. For now, she stuck to a stone path that led past one of the training grounds, confident she would find her answer there. It brought her past the infirmary, where later she would have to continue studying healing magic with the more experienced medics—but she could double back.

She passed by a massive white statue of a coiled dragon, which kept watch off to one side, then emerged into an open space bound by trees. Luckily the soil’s drainage was good here, and walking wouldn’t be quite as treacherous. The grounds had not yet grown lively again with the voices of soldiers and trainees hard at work, but Aki didn’t need there to be many people around. In fact, it would be to her advantage for things to be a little quieter.

Hard stone under her riding boots changed abruptly to sand, and she strode to the center of the grounds at a leisurely pace before slowing to a stop. She clutched her naginata close to her side. In actuality, she hadn’t planned to stay for long—just enough to observe who might be around before checking in on business at the infirmary. But at least this way, she didn’t stand out too much.

A few passersby made their respective ways to their own destinations on the nearby paths, but paid Aki little heed. Meanwhile, she visually scanned the perimeter. After looking around a few times, she decided to start in a different direction. Just as she did, though, she caught sight of whom she had been looking for. Her heart leapt in relief, and the shadow of a smile tugged on her lips at the realization that her intuition had been correct.

Thankfully, this time she managed to bite back her voice, which had always so badly wanted to call out, and she kept intention at her mind’s forefront as she walked. Measured steps. (Though maybe she allowed a touch of extra speed in her pace.)

She waited until she had drawn closer to Rinkah before starting a conversation. “Rinkah!—Are you feeling better?” Maybe a little too much brightness in her voice initially, but she quickly steadied her breath and spoke more evenly.

Rinkah hesitated to respond as she turned to face Aki, her expression slightly stern, and those few seconds of silence dug into Aki’s stomach as she felt her mind begin to whirl. But the other’s low voice brought her thoughts back to the present. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Rinkah replied.

No further elaboration. Not that Aki expected it. She breathed a sigh, allowing herself to mildly voice her relief. “Good. I was worried.”

Rinkah cocked an eyebrow, and her stance shifted slightly to one side as if she were about to leave the conversation. “You don’t need to worry about me,” she half-reassured, half-retorted as her gaze focused on the open space behind Aki. Then she repeated, “I’m fine.”

Also not entirely unexpected… though Aki didn’t press the matter further. She dipped her head as Rinkah began to tread past her, shoulders squared with purpose. The sharpness had returned to Rinkah’s eyes, and her gait was as confident as ever. She carried her distinctive club in one hand, almost effortlessly in spite of the weight, it seemed. Back to normal… Aki would have thought the image of her from just several days before, hunched over and visibly afflicted by a fierce illness, an illusion, if not for the indelible impact it had left on her. Aki had been unable to shake that fear the entire time, a surprise even to her, and now only with the reassurance that Rinkah was in good health did it subside.

Her sheer inability to do anything was the only thing that still gnawed at Aki… But she could only do what she could moving forward. Ultimately, that was what she had ventured out to do as well: improve her skills. Having obtained what she wanted, and ready to leave the punctuated encounter behind her, she turned and started back on the path to the infirmary.

But she halted at the familiar voice from behind her, and she spun again to fully face Rinkah, who had apparently not gone far: she had glanced over her shoulder and now faced Aki as well. “Hey.” For just an instant as she turned, her gaze had been lowered, but now she looked Aki directly in the eyes. “I… guess I should thank you.” Her voice had started as a grumble, but it grew more steady as she spoke briefly.

For this, Aki had not prepared an answer. Her grip on her naginata tightened—not visibly, she prayed—as she mentally searched for a response. Heat rushed into her face and burned at her cheekbones, which she did her best to ignore.

Though she tried to focus, in the end she averted her eyes for a moment before she was able to gather a suitable reply and look back to Rinkah. “Of course. Whatever I can do.”

Rinkah showed just a hint of a smile, which made Aki realize that she had been smiling warmly as well. But the Flame Tribe warrior had said nothing more, and with her business apparently complete, turned back to her training.

Though her thoughts still fought amongst themselves in her mind, ultimately the underlying anxiousness was gone, and Aki allowed to turn and refocus on her own path as well. It wasn’t until a few heartbeats after that the subtle frustration fell away and left contentment in its place. Even more than she had expected, the image of Rinkah back to full strength had been uplifting more than anything else—even if she was as reticent as usual. And now the last of the dread that had shadowed Aki’s mind at returning to the infirmary had receded completely. Whatever she faced today, she could trust herself to handle it—with the support of the other healers, of course.

#just aki things #aki writes sometimes #thirty ways to build a fire

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lowcostfurudate · 3 years

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Did Jujutsu kaisen and Chainsawman give you similar feels?

Yeah me too!

We have our main star of show

Yuji itadori and Denji

1. Both are vessels for demons/ curses.

2. Both were taken up by the organisations like for yuji jujutsu high took him in and for denji the tokyo devil hunters.

3. Both openly said what they want in women.

Megumi and Aki

Boy oh boy, there personalities are on the same pole!

1.The dark haired guy who doesn't speak much and thinks he's not powerful enough to protect people/ defeat enemies.

2.THE HAND SIGNS!!!

3. Megumi's shikegami 'Devine dogs' and Aki's 'Kon'

Nobara and Power

Going by shonen anime rules, a group of three friends has to have one female in it

1. Headstrong and powerful females

2. HAMMER!! Both their techniques need hammer.

Sukuna and Gun devil

Finding fingers of sukuna to feed itadori or finding gun devil's parts.

Gojo satoru and Makima

Both are the seemingly invisible leaders who have special eyes and the capability to control space in some way.

Hana Kurusu and Angel Devil

Hana kurusu aka Angel (self proclaimed) who appeared in the recent chapters has the ability to extinguish any cursed technique. While the Angel devil can take out the life span of human it comes in contact with and turn it into a weapon.

They are similar looking characters with a concept of taking something out from humans.

Curses and devils

Both seem to get energy from the negative emotions of humans.

And there many more small details. Which one do you like the most- JJK or CSM?

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mintmatcha · 3 years

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first confession

Konoha taps the steering wheel against the beat of the music. It’s mindless, a fidget he’s barely conscious of as he focuses on the road. The orange flash of the passing streetlights occasionally light up the planes of his face. Every now and again, he rips his eyes off of the road to peek at you and every time the corner of his mouth pulls up slightly. His tie, an old blue one his sister had insisted on, hangs low on his neck. Sweat dirties the roots of his blonde locks- a remnant of the party behind you.

“You’re off-beat.” you break the silence.

“Am I?” he tilts his head towards you, “You know I have no rhythm.”

As you slip off your shoes and tuck your feet under you, you just chuckle. “I’m well aware- I saw your dance moves earlier.”

Akinori just snorts as his focus returns to the road. The night is wearing on both of you; the wedding was fun, but the socialization has left both of you exhausted. It felt like the whole event was a whirlwind of being introduced to his family, being asked the same series of questions by gaggle of relatives.

How long have you been dating?

Are you living together?

Are you two next? Akinori sputtered every time that particular question came up, much to the amusement of his family. You just smiled and let him struggle with this question.

You two let the music fill the space between you for a long time, simply enjoying the time together. Just as your eyes begin to drift closed, Akinori clears your throat.

“Hey.” he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing hard, “You like me, right?”

You straighten suddenly, awake. “What? Did- did I do something to make you think I don’t?”

“No-no...” he shrugs. “I- just checking.”

“Aki, honey. Of course I like you.” you turn, seat belt pressing hard against your shoulder. His face is flat, brown eyes almost black in the low light. “Don’t you like me?”

He slides a hand over your thigh without looking, just like he’s done so many times before. “No.”

It takes the air out of you.

“No, I don’t like you.” he squeezes softly, finger by finger. He draws in a deep, stabilizing breath before speaking again, “I love you.”

The radio statics. The moment feels a little surreal; maybe it’s the late hour, maybe it’s the emotional whiplash, maybe it’s his terrible phrasing, but for a moment you don’t quite believe you’ve heard him correctly.

“What?”

“I love you.” he repeats, “I don’t like you- I love you. I guess this wasn’t the best way to put it- I’m tired, my brain isn’t- Shit, did I fuck this up?” His hands tighten against the leather with a low squeak. “I’m sorry, forget it said anything.”

“Akinori.” you say, “Calm down.” you strain to press a kiss against his cheek. He leans into your lips before turning his head just enough to catch your lips against his. It’s quick, his eyes barely leave the winding road ahead, but its enough to focus him. “I don’t like you either.”

“Is that going to be our ‘I love you’?” he asks, absentmindedly kneading your thigh, “Because I think I’d rather just say you correctly.”

As you settle back into your seat, you interlace your fingers with his. “I love you, goofball.”

“I love you too.”

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haikyooot · 3 years

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Season + Weather | 24 | Kita Shinsuke

|24| First Frost 霜降 Soukou

10/23-11/06

After the winter chill comes the bearing of spring. Then comes the summer of cicadas, and finally the fields of neverending gold.

Kita Shinsuke x f!reader Genre: Slice-of-life Word Count: 981

CW: allusion to death & aging, hint of Kita wanting a kid

Autumn 秋 Aki | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 (final) | Masterlist

Kita had asked if you wanted to drive to campus, but you insisted that the two of you walk instead. While you linked arms with Kita, the two of you admired the sceneries of autumn. The leaves were changing colors again, many of them in the midst of green and red. The first batches of persimmons and apples were ripe for harvest. You also made a mental note to take out the kotatsu soon.

“Kita!”

You and Kita turned around and saw a tall man running towards both of you. His blonde hair was pushed back in the wind. Another one who looked just like the one running, a twin, was walking nonchalantly with a few other people. You also recognized Aran with the crowd. Although this was the first time you’ve seen Atsumu, Osamu, and Suna in-person, you’ve seen so many photos, videos, and heard enough stories to feel as though you’ve always known them.

“Atsumu?!” Kita questioned in disbelief and turned to see a smug look on your face. Smart Kita immediately put the pieces together and understood the why’s and how’s.

Atsumu gave Kita a tight hug and did not let go until his twin, Osamu, pulled him off of Kita. You recognized Aran in the crowd and chatted with him briefly.

“This is Suna, Osamu, and that over there is Atsumu,” Aran introduced.

You smiled and greeted them. “I know. Kita told me a lot about everyone.”

“Good stuff, right?” Atsumu looked at Kita expectantly. “I was your favorite junior.”

“Mostly,” you replied and shrugged before tacking on, “And then some more.”

The old Inarizaki team toured their campus, chattering and teasing each other relentlessly about embarrassing moments. Occasionally, an argument would break out because they couldn’t agree on whose memory was actually accurate. Kita did not bother correcting anybody either.

Naturally, everyone gravitated towards the gym. The doors were open for the cultural festival and events were set up inside. It did not have any semblance of the volleyball gym they were all so familiar with. It was alright; the nostalgia from the schoolyard was still there.

Kita took your hands in his. “I hope you’re not too bored,” he remarked.

How could you be? Not to mention it was you who invited the team in the first place. This was the first cultural festival you participated in at this school. And you got to spend time with Kita and his volleyball family. You shook your head and squeezed his hand. “Not at all. I’m just happy.”

Four seasons of your love and mine Four scenes of smiles and sighs One year, a glimpse of our lifetime

A day began with a meal and ended with another meal. The Inarizaki team gathered around the living room space of the Kita household and continued their telltale stories. Atsumu boasted about his team. Suna talked about his own. Aran did not hesitate to let everyone know about how his team had been too.

“And yet, all three of you are going to be on the national team together,” Kita pointed out.

“We’ll make sure you’ll be proud and tell your grandchildren about us,” Atsumu boasted. “Didn’t forget about that promise, right?”

Kita snaked a hand around your waist. “I didn’t forget.”

“Shinsuke!” you swatted his hand away and left the living room in embarrassment. You heard Atsumu and Aran laughing loudly in the other room behind you.

Kita already prepared most of the food with you in the kitchen beforehand. All that remained was the rice. You opened the cupboard and noticed the bin was empty. A familiar presence entered the kitchen.

“Shinsuke,” you said without turning, still looking for a new bag of rice. “The rice is done, we’ll have to open up a new bag.”

“One moment.” Kita’s eyes lit up and went to the closet room to bring one out. The bag was bare and had no brand markers. “I saved a few bags for us,” he explained. “Our first harvest.”

“Perfect.”

The wash was measured and washed with utmost care. You knew the origins of each grain. How much blood, sweat, and tears had gone into making sure each grain found its way to come and be.

Dinner was served. Everyone thanked you and Kita for the meal and got ready for their first bite, eager to taste the product of Kita’s labor. One bite was all that was needed.

“Damn it! I’m going to cry!” Atsumu yelled out before burying his face in the bowl to scoop more rice into his mouth.

“Good! There’s plenty. Eat lots,” Granny told everyone.

“This is really good,” Suna complimented before taking another bite.

Aran smiled happily. “Kita, this is incredible.”

“Kita,” Osamu interrupted, his eyes were shining. “Um, I’ve been thinking of opening an onigiri shop, as you know. Do you think…”

Kita smiled, “I’ll give you a bag to try out, let’s talk about it.”

Osamu nodded fervently. “Please!”

You watched Kita’s anticipatory smile grow wider and brighter. He turned towards you and beamed. “What do you think?”

You grinned back, taking in the tanned color of Kita’s skin, admiring the crinkle on his nose when he smiled, and the beginning creases around his eyes. You lost yourself in the color of his eyes.

“Beautiful.” Kita, the rice, and the atmosphere.

It was especially chilly outside at this time of the year. In a few more weeks, the kogarashi wind would mark the beginning of winter again. The wheel of seasons would turn and turn. With each revolution, you and Kita would age and eventually grey. It was unknown when the next time the Inarizaki crowd would sit together again. Each meeting would result in one meeting fewer. So, each meeting was unique and special, something to be cherished.

The atmosphere around the dinner table was warm. Lively and cheerful. It was simple yet bountiful.

Autumn 秋 Aki | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 (final) | Masterlist

A/N: And that’s a wrap!!! I’m so happy to have written and shared this series with everyone. Thanks so much for your support.

@bloody-bella @honestlysora @softsakusa @alienvarmint @sunahyejin @owlnymph @koushisun @duhsies @koukatsuki @sarahvvictoria @cemeiia

#kita x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #s+w #dammmmniitttttttt immaaaaa cryyyyyyyy

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myelocin · 3 years

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Forever, forever | Konoha Akinori

Synopsis: And so love came with the intention to stay, to bloom, to linger.

Characters: Konoha Akinori

Genre: Fluff, Domestic AU | WC: 1,500+

A/N: This is a commissioned piece by @gg9183 :D You can check out my commission sheet here if you’re interested <3

音楽のある風景 - Haruka Nakamura

There’s an afterglow that comes with coming home with groceries.

So take this: it’s February 11th, where the sun looks like summer in the sky despite the bite of the last bits of winter around. When you say home, you think of the house in the suburbs, bought after a year and a half of marriage, instead of an apartment in the city.

There’s a fridge, with some photos, hung by the magnets Akinori swiped from his boss’ office table at work. The curtains in the living room tied together by some strings you remember you found in a corner of your room and chucked in a moving box almost seven years ago, but somehow it fits.

A lot of things fit:

The grocery bags in the trunk of his car, the jacket he wears that you bought for him last Christmas, and the ring on your finger that shines with the same kind of gold as his. There’s a cabinet for shoes right by the door of your home that holds your shoes and his perfectly, and a little bell hung right by the door that Akinori hums along to every time he comes home.

Life like living in the afterglow of an “I love you,” confessed at eighteen, then an “I do,” years later. An endless, infinite sense of love found in the little things, because love is meant to do just that. To linger in the spaces in between and bloom endlessly for a lifetime and a couple more. It remains in the photos you pocket in the albums, and in the ones framed on the wall. In a spot he missed in your bedroom when you first moved in and painted the walls, and in a polaroid of that day tucked inside his wallet.

A grounding sense of home, within a house you found on a listing together. Bits of what’s you and him shown through the different hues of paint on the walls and the furniture. Your shade of mint and carnations to his smoky grey and blues. On occasions it clashes, but it works.

Love works. Life works. The little system in you settled into within the world that’s both you and him works.

And Akinori loves you like that. He loved you before the “will you marry me?” and the “I do,” because he was tripping on his own two feet and diving headfirst into the flow the second he cracked a joke and you looked at him and laughed. He remembers his red cheeks, and your smiling eyes. Laughter ringing like bells, the sound a melody instead of just noise. Time, afterwards which moved in a gentle flow, the waves sometimes rough but oftentimes kind.

As kind as the love February 11th brings him, because even if it’s just a Thursday—it’s a day where he’s at home unpacking groceries with you.

You’re laughing, retelling the story of a funny memory at the market just 45 minutes ago, and he’s sat in front of you with a bag of carrots in his hand and his heart’s bursting. As kind as love is, he realizes that it’s also just a little bit terrifying. The years he built with you, evident through the tangible pieces of today, and he’s scared.

He thinks of what it means to lose, and the idea of love—you, this, and home—as something he can lose as much as gain has his mouth feeling dry all of a sudden.

There’s too many bits of you scattered around what became home to him, that he just knows pieces of him hold your name or face now. The blankets he sleeps under smells like the detergent he let you pick out, and he doesn’t want to lose that. The exact brand of your shampoo and conditioner is something he never uses but always buys during his grocery runs and he doesn’t think he even wants to imagine a scenario where he’d have to skip the aisle. You’re the face he thinks of when he sees mint and carnations, and Akinori knows nothing’s ever going to redefine that.

But then you’re laughing again, even louder, and the noise in his head is quick to die.

“Aki,” you chuckle, and every thought that fed into his fear is hushed.

“Oi,” you say again, a little louder. “Akiiii.”

He’s home.

He remembers that the bag of carrots are still clutched in his hand and that today’s just a Thursday where he unpacks the groceries he got with you. On the table are your favorite kind of chips next to the kind he prefers.

Love is also that.

So much of it felt when the trivial things that bloom because of love are staring at him in the face, the feel of it on his palms.

He’s staring at you, the smile on your face still true, while you reach forward to pinch his cheek when he’s a little slow to respond. Akinori’s never been the type to say much, but you know he’s always felt things as they come. Emotions raw and so, so unapologetically real, you can’t help but love him just a little bit more—even though just the day before you swore to yourself nothing would ever come above that moment.

The sight of him, wide eyes, clutching onto a bag of baby carrots, and the scarf you had to wrestle him to wear earlier that morning half slipping off makes you think otherwise. Every day, love truly does grow.

Your smile mellows into a soft line and you hop off the stool and walk in front of him.

“Grace,” he says, and clutches onto the bag just tighter.

“Hi,” you whisper, peering up at him.

In the moment, even if he could spend his days finding the right words to define that love can be this, or that. Words to sentences to paragraphs and novels—more than anything, the only definition that triumphs above even the most gentle words of a poet is that love, will always be you.

“My Gracie,” you hear him say, and even if you want to chuckle at the uncharacteristically soft way he says your name, in the moment you just let him be and hold him. You settle with taking a seat on the stool in front of him, keeping your eyes trained to him as you tug on the bag of carrots still clutched tight.

Something inside you softens at the sight of his whitened knuckles around the plastic, not budging.

“Babe the carrots did nothing to you,” you laugh.

Akinori’s sheepish with his reply, his shoulders relaxing and eyes blinking as if to get rid of the tears whose sting have been nudging at him for a while now. At the sight of you, the last of the intrusive thoughts fizz away, and what remains is what matters.

And that’s the moment. 4pm on an OK kind of Thursday, the smell of your hair just soft enough for him to smile at, and a bag of carrots from his grocery run with you in his hand. He’s home, with you, and the slippers on his feet are still the silly pair he recalls you laughing at when he first bought them. You still say his name with kindness and patience, and love him with the kind of love that had him seeing the stars and the world just a little more gently since day one.

Love, through grace, because that’s who you’ve always been. His bundle of grace in a world perceived as too rough to heal by tendrils of just love alone.

Akinori supposes the world could always be wrong in some ways.

“We’re gonna eat the carrots anyway,” he counters, setting the bag on the table and leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah,” you pout, then continue, “but they don’t need to be smushed yet. They’re supposed to be crunchy. I don’t like bruised carrots.”

“Aren’t hickies the same thing as bruises? Last time I checked you didn’t complain wh—“

“Oi,” you cut him off, smacking him on the arm with a laugh. “But what’s up? Something bothering you?”

He hums, eyes glancing towards you, then at the photos and post-it note scribbles you leave for him on the refrigerator door. “Nothing,” he says. “Just thinking about how much I love you that’s all.”

“So you squeeze a bag of carrots half to death because you love me?” you snort, walking over to the fridge and placing the bag inside.

“I squeeze a lot of things because I love you babe, but I guess I’m thinking about it just because,” you hear him reply, along with noises of what you assume are just him folding the paper bags together.

“Just because,” you whisper to yourself with a smile, closing the refrigerator door and feeling your heart swell at the post it note Akinori left for you yesterday morning when he had to leave a little earlier for work.

“gotta leave early :(“ it reads, next to, “can’t wait to come home. i love you forever, forever. –aki”

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radioactivepeasant · 4 years

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Fic Prompts: Surprise Star Wars Thursday!

I realized that my Friday prompt was too long to set up in one day, so I'm making it a two-parter

Darth Vader was in a foul mood.

In fact, by comparison, his usual temperament might even be considered to be downright charitable.

The hunt for Skywalker had been going poorly of late. He had tracked him as far as Kalish on the watery planet of Jomark, but the continent included thousands of islands to search. And, strangely, the Force was being less than helpful in finding the boy's signature.

A wave of hostility suddenly blared through the Force, filling him with a new layer of irritation. The island of Seljoa was home to barely 500 sentients, most of whom had avoided the Imperials since they'd requisitioned the local town's Arbiter station. There just weren't that many people to be hostile.

A quick check of security footage revealed that the source of the fury was just one human woman.

"Madam," Captain Durran was saying coldly, "What makes you think we have the kind of time to hear your complaints?"

The woman squared her jaw. "This is the Arbiters' station. This is where you report crimes."

"Well, now it's the Imperial outpost," Durran retorted snidely.

Undeterred, the woman blocked his path and folded her arms. "Listen, I don't give a fish's piss what you want to call it. If you're taking responsibility for Kellmon County, that's fine by me, but you still have to file reports."

Her eyes narrowed. "Like, I don't know, ten children kidnapped in the space of a week. Including my daughter!"

Durran curled his lip at her. "Your problems are no concern of ours."

With a bitter laugh, the woman agreed. "You're right. They're not. But a child-stealing lunatic waving a laser sword around? That's everybody's problem."

Vader had heard enough. He turned off the camera and entered the front office in time to hear the visitor say, "I don't care if you don't help us. You're not our people. But you better not make a fuss when we go up to High Castle for a little justifiable homicide. I came to give the Arbiters fair warning and that's it."

The room fell silent the instant Vader made his presence known. "Describe this...kidnapper," he ordered.

The woman went pale beneath her weathered tan, but quickly recovered. "He's old. Human, or near enough to Human. You wouldn't think he'd be strong enough to snatch eight school kids, a teenager, and some tourist kid with an astromech. But it's like he did something to them. Made them go quietly. He has a blue laser sword thing -- cuts through metal like dry twigs. That's how he got my Aki, right through the fence at school."

The Force caught on the list of the missing and vibrated like the plucking of a harp's string. A tourist with an astromech was not at all uncommon, but the Force whispered that this was something more.

"You saw this...tourist?"

The woman ran a hand through curly brown hair and nodded. "Yeah. He stopped to ask me why everyone was on edge. Tried to warn him not to go out after dark, but he didn't listen."

"Describe him!" Vader demanded harshly.

Taken aback by his vehemence, the woman stammered for a half second before finding her words again. "He...young? Not...not tall, I don't think. I figured him for 18, maybe 20 at a stretch. Light hair. Can't remember the actual color. Oh, big blue eyes. His R2 unit swore like a sailor. That kinda stuck out more than the kid, sorry."

Luke, the Force whispered.

My son, answered Vader in his heart.

Vrogas Vas was still so freshly behind him that in spite of himself he felt a prickle of unease about whatever situation the boy had gotten himself into. He told himself that it was because of the presence of an alleged Jedi, waiting to further corrupt Luke. But the fact that one as strong in the Force as his son had been kidnapped by this "lunatic waving a laser sword" was, admittedly, disturbing.

At least it suggested that this time, Luke would have a considerably more difficult time eluding his grasp.

"What is your name?" Vader asked brusquely.

The woman raised her chin. "Anda. Elle Anda. I'm the coast guard in Kellmon."

Vader ignored this. "You will show us the way to this...High Castle, Anda. If you wish to retrieve your children, I recommend that you move quickly."

Unexpectedly, a flare of relief, even gratitude, rose from Anda. She nodded sharply, then turned on her heel and marched to the door. When she threw it open, the garrison realized that there was a crowd waiting outside. They all tensed when Anda appeared, waiting for her to speak.

"Warm up the speeders!" she shouted, "The Imps are taking point: we're riding slugthrower."

A ragged cheer rose from the parents and neighbors of the missing children. They looked like they were already prepared to march on High Castle.

"Ready when you are, outlanders," a muscular Twi'lek woman called, "Let's go get our kids back!"

This was not how Darth Vader had expected his afternoon to go.

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yugirl-with-dragons · 3 years

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Beyond the stars

This was in my notes for awhile and I hope you enjoy these two blushy dorks!

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“Yusei?.. Are you awake?”

Her body still coursing with quiet adrenaline, tense from a nightmare that haunts her tonight. Though it wasn’t a bad premonition, it just startled her. A crackle of the wood underneath the warm fire against the soft summer night filled in between their silence.

“Hm?.. Aki what’s wrong?”

“ I.. I can’t sleep. I just had a bad dream.”

He didn’t quite catch it at first, since he was starting to feel sleep calling for him. Though when her words registered in his brain he quickly became concerned. Almost ready to wake up stardust from his slumber, waking a dragon without cause was a death sentence but a premonition was a good justification.

“Did you have another premonition?”

Sitting up, with her hair a bit messy she gave him a glance to his eyes. His eyes, they had a brunt force but allowed his softness to seep through them.

“I.. no it’s..”

Trailing off, she turned away from him from a force of habit. Not being able to face him. She wasn’t confessing a crime or avoiding punishment when she hid information. Though in difference her face flushed a bit red and warm as if she had drank rum straight from a flask, suddenly nervous for punishment for speaking out of turn. As if she suddenly remembered rules she forgot before realizing that she was no longer bound to Divine’s guidance.

So why do I feel all.. jittery and nervous when I look at him? I.. I can trust him.. can’t I? I mean, stardust is his companion after all..

Subconsciously, her fingertips tapping against the ground, huddling herself. Her restless hands made their way into her hair, fiddling with it to ground herself, to try to not appear anxious or show any fear. Trying to break her old habits of holding back information, as she was no longer bound to the rules and guidelines Divine had set for her.. before draining her magic.

Yusei waited with patience, seeing if she would elaborate on her own terms.

Though the only words she could muster up were,

“it was just a bad dream..”

Yusei let out a small breath of relief as his muscles relaxed, knowing that it may just be a bad dream, but not a nightmare that would potentially kill her or stardust in the real world. Even though she refused to make eye contact with him, he still kept his focus on her. To keep a protective watch over her while to maintain an ear out for nearby danger.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

The wildlife of the night and stardust’s gentle snoring filled between their silence. Aki started debating in her head if she should say anything to Yusei about her dream. Normally if it wasn’t deemed as of ‘importance’, she kept it to herself.

Why? If it doesn’t affect him or his companion.. Why would he want to know?

It wasn’t a premonition, only a bad dream. Why would a knight like him want to care about a silly little nightmare? He’s got more important things to worry about, like saving the world from complete destruction than to listen to her ramblings! After all, he wouldn’t want anything to do with her once all of this is over. It wouldn’t make sense for him to fuss over her because she had a minor bad dream!

The warm glow from his face, that signal of friendship and joy.. She was going to miss that. After all, she couldn’t live with him. She’s a witch, an outcast, she couldn’t live with a knight. She’d only endanger him despite saving him with the magic she used to once save him from death. In the few times they’ve stopped in town for supplies words of hate and accusations of her manipulating him were thrown at her. Of course no one would enforce their threats with Yusei at the helm, it was practically stupid to do so! She was definitely going to miss that feeling of safety if she ever had to return to town without him. Reminding herself that they can’t stay together forever, she has to be ready to separate when the time comes for them to part ways.

He has to do his job, and I have to get my magic back. After this I can .. find elsewhere to stay.

She blinked out from her thoughts as if to shove him mentally out the door once again.

“..I.. no its.. it’s okay, I’ll be fine.”

Yusei could still feel a small pang of sadness, that she still couldn’t bring herself to place her faith in him. That he means that he will protect her at any cost even if he suffered for it.

Normally, he’d try to take guesses of what’s bothering his friends if they couldn’t give a direct answer. As sometimes it could help ease the stress on the other person on what it could’ve been about without directly stating the issue.

With her, he wasn’t going to take any sort of risk. He was only able to gain her trust by slowly helping her out of her shell in the big and little moments outside of normal society; forcing an answer out of her would undo any progress he’s made with her. Little by little, the rules that she had ingrained into her being started to fade the more time that had passed between them. Her hesitation still showed through however, as she always asked for permission; Whether it was for a minute task or even to speak, there was still a disconnect showing that shouldn’t be there. A part of her that still feared him because of her mentor’s teachings about the outside world. As there were sometimes where she had completely regressed back into her shell, though it’s only a very few times and primarily about her parents. Still, neither he or stardust pressed about it. Something in his gut told him that it’d be best if she were to bring it up to him when she felt ready for that conversation.

So he gave a small smile as she turned back to him.

“Well.. whenever you feel ready to talk about your dream, you can always tell me or stardust about it. We’ll listen to you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, as the door gave a gentle knock from the other side to call back to her. It was a similar conversation whenever she had a minor nightmare. Afterwards she allowed herself to drift back to earth and root herself into the soft dirt. Though tonight, she didn’t want to drift. She wanted to be rooted, but the clear skies twinkling down amongst the clearing let her drift to the stars instead.

“Um.. I know this is weird to ask.. but.. could.. could we look at the stars?.. Together?”

Yusei temporarily blocked out his sensing for danger; focusing on her words. A small touch of faith she started to place into him.

A faint flicker of hope starts to burn as a consistent but weak flame.

Her face started to heat up as she started to backtrack her words, fearing punishment for breaking an unspoken rule she never learned about. Though his reply cut off her fears for a moment in exchange for one of peace.

“ You don’t have to ask, Aki. We share the same sky and stars. ”

He couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear, mixture of being proud and happy of the slow growth he’s seeing from their first meeting under the stars. From reservation to taking a few more steps to confidence to take her ex–mentor down to the realm waiting for him. Not hesitating, he sat himself up and patted to the soft earth next to him as a means for her to join him.

Sitting up next to him she brushed the leaves and dirt that became entangled with her being, apologizing profusely. Yusei didn’t care, he may have been tried but goodness she was adorable when she became flustered. Though this realization forced his heart hammer in his chest, unsure how long he’d been admiring her for her strength and resilience against the odds of her mentor.

The two of them could feel their hearts race against their minds as they slowly closed the space between them. Yusei, trying to fight the warmness riding in his cheeks and aki trying to fight the thoughts of being emotionally open with another person. Afraid that she might say something wrong? No no, that wasn’t quite it as the knots in her stomach were telling her.

She wasn’t going to lie, she was grateful for the knight and his companion taking her in after being left to die. Though lately she couldn’t help but feel more .. attached to him. Almost wanting to reach out to him before remembering that when she trusted someone, she nearly died. Though her heart kept screaming that he was different, that it wouldn’t wind up like last time.

Though right now, she shoved her competing thoughts to gaze up to the twinkling of stars down to the earth. With him right by her side, getting comfortable, she gently grazed her hand over his before retracting away out of embarrassment. He felt a tug of disappointment pull at his heartstrings at her retraction.

Soon enough the cackling fire filled in the stretched out silence. Though it didn’t last for long as she spoke up.

“ Hey Yusei?..Do.. uhm, do you think that there’s life beyond the stars?“

“ What do you mean Aki?”

He turned to her briefly paying attention to her stumbling of uneasiness. It was clear that she didn’t ask too many questions on her own if they weren’t guided. Which internally made him furious on Aki’s behalf, seeing how she is barely functioning with a team that cares for her. He can only imagine any other manipulation she’s gone through disguised as ‘ love and guidance’. Though it goes against his moral code as a knight to take personal vengeance, he was going to make sure that Divine is permanently taken care of when their blades next meet.

“ Well, after our time in this world has passed.. Do you think that.. This is gonna sound stupid but, um..”

She started to fiddle with her bangs and avoided his gaze again. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, the purity of balance shone through the fiber of her being. A beacon of hope, once all of this was over they would part ways as if they’d never met and she’d be alone all over again. It was better for them if she didn’t get too attached to him.. right?

He may be tired but he wasn’t going to rush her. She’s slowly reaching out to place faith within him in small pieces.

Progress.

“That our souls go beyond the stars to another world? One just as real as ours but.. different?”

His gaze returned back to the stars with a smile on his face. She couldn’t ignore the twinkling of the nocturnal beauty and life that reflected back into the lakes of his eyes. The mirrors of hope that were his eyes.

“ I can’t answer that.. But I won’t doubt that there’s something beyond this earth. Maybe our souls end up in a separate world as our final resting place.. Or maybe our souls are reborn in another time and another place… Who knows? If that’s the case, then I’d want you, Stardust and my friends to be there with me.”

Aki felt her heart race a marathon as her face started to flush a rose color in her cheeks trying to defend herself in justification. Turning to him and raising her hands to put up a wall of insecurity.

“ Really? Why? I can see Stardust.. But me? I’m a witch! I manage to get myself into trouble and–”

Yusei, meeting Aki’s eyes, didn’t like interrupting others, but only had to do it when necessary; her anxieties were flaring up and he needed to give her a stable grounding of trust and foundation. Fully knowing that it was something she hasn’t had since Divine pulled the rug under her, from taking the ability she’s lived with since she was born.

To tear down her wall of insecurity to give her an embrace of warmth and love she deserved. Knowing that her life wasn’t an easy one, that she needed a friend to call on without fearing being left behind to be burned at the stake of judgement. To let her know that she was no longer isolated and a sacrifice ready to be slaughtered in the screamings of fear, that she had someone to defend her in her time of need.

“ Aki. You may be a witch, but that doesn’t define your heart. You have abilities beyond comprehension but that doesn’t mean that you’re exiled to a life of misery for being different..”

I wish one day that you could see that your magic is a gift and not a curse..

She did let her head hit his shoulder as she let out a yawn. Yusei could feel his face light itself on fire as in his years as a knight he’s never dealt with maidens in this context. Yes many of them have flirted with him, but he wasn’t interested in them. Their claims for marriage felt more for association and lust rather than with love.

With Aki? His heart would flutter with the monarch butterflies that would land in her hair and frame her face. Her smile gave a light of hope to him that he had the strength to curb the darkness rising in the evening skies.

Her laughter? He doesn’t hear it often, when he does it’s a sound he keeps close into his soul. A sign of her shedding her past of pain and isolation to a new life filled with joy just waiting for her. What would happen to the two of them after this was all over? He wasn’t sure, but he hoped that she would open her heart to completely to him when all of this was over.

“ I know.. but that’s how it is Yusei.”

“ Maybe, we can’t change what we’re born with or our circumstances.. But it’s what we do with our life is what matters. ”

Aki let out a tired yawn staring up at the stars, entranced by their sparkles of life.

“ I suppose..”

Yusei gave a nod as the two of them slouched back against Stardust. With her head against his shoulder, he let himself stay still as he had no intention of moving anytime soon. She changed the subject to point out the constellations sparkling down in the night sky, taking in the map of the night sky. Sharing a few small moments of hilarity that ensued, whether it calling out the wrong spell and trapping Divine in an entanglement of vines for a solid hour when she started training with him or when Yusei played revenge pranks back at Martha’s on some of the other children from a relatively stupid bet. Glints of happiness and laughter sparkling under the stars.

Slowly as her eyes shuttered she left her body be engulfed in the warmth from the fire and encasing loosely her arms around her new pillow for the night. Yusei, a bit surprised that he now has a sleeping woman in his arms, did his best to be still, to not disturb Aki. Trying to figure out if he should move her off onto the ground or if he should just let her sleep on him for the night and figure out if he should just wake up earlier before the sun rose.

He wasn’t sure when but as when she fell asleep, a smile grew on his face. She may not have put her faith in him completely, but she was starting to trust him. Though it didn’t stop him from whispering his thoughts to her as her magenta hair lit up with the warmth of the fire gave a soft glow to her. Wishing that she could see the goodness in herself, that she is a good person with or without her abilities.

“You have a good heart Aki.. I wish you could see that..”

To show his trust, showing his faith in her, he let his left gently hold her side and held his sheathed sword tightly in his right side wedged between his arm. Ready to fight at the slightest movement.

He let his head swing back into the dragon’s side as his eyes started to close as he left out a soft snore with a little too much force from deadweighting.

Stardust, awoke a bit startled that something hit his left side ready to attack. Only to see his two human companions sleeping right on him. Stardust never understood human concepts of courting and the rules that go along with it, but he could at least see that the concept of love could change a human.. or two.

Take your rest and enjoy this moment of peace.. you two deserve it.

---submitted by @taytay4674788 ---

IT’S MY MEDIEVAL AU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

thank you so much for this gift!!!!! I love how this one shot focuses on Aki feeling hesitant about trusting someone else again... Divine traumatized her enough to give her trust issues and it’s okay not feeling ready even if there are green flags basically everywhere about a specific person...

“I wish one day that you could see that your magic is a gift and not a curse” big canon vibes !!! I love it *chef kiss*

The fact that they’re sitting there, stargazing together fills my heart with sparkles and little hearts. Thank u for the feels

#my comment is under the cut #my medieval au!!#medieval au #medievalau #submission #taytay4674788 #yugioh 5ds #faithshipping

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