#yokan writes

[galvanizedfriend]

KC Wip Wednesday

This is my humble contribution to WIP Wednesday! It's a scene from the rewriting of TVD S5 - Yokan's version. In it, The Originals never happens, most of the Mikaelsons remain in Mystic Falls and Klaus and Caroline are kind of a thing, but nobody knows (for sure). Remember that moment where Katherine locks herself up in a safe with Stefan to "cure" his PTSD? It's that, except it's Klaus, not Katherine. This alludes to a very Klefan past, btw. Be warned if you're not a fan.

Also, this is for @definedareasofuncertainty, who wanted me to write her Easter Klefan. 🤧 There you go, friend! And you know, not beta'ed and all that.

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Klaus lies on his back, takes a calm breath as the heavy door is closed with a thud, engulfing them in absolute darkness. All in all, he'd say a metal box is hardly the most uncomfortable setting he's found himself in. He prefers the comfort of first-class accommodations, but he's traveled in worse. The grown man beating about beside him does make things rather unpleasant, though.

"Stop! Caroline! Get me out of here!" Stefan screams, smashing his fists against the iron safe's indestructible structure. The more desperate he gets, the more uncoordinated and weaker his movements become, thus making the effort completely useless, however accomplished in making the experience all the more miserable for him.

It's embarrassing how incapable Klaus is of saying no to Caroline whenever she asks for a favor. Locking himself up in a box with a traumatized Stefan has to be an all-time low. The things he won't do when she bats her eyelashes and says please.

"Oh, stop it," he remarks in a bored tone as he shoves Stefan aside. The old safe is rather spacious, but definitely not enough to comport two men, particularly if one of them won't stop bloody writhing like a worm in hot sand. "The more you scream, the more breathless you become." The more I want to tear your vocal cords to shreds.

"Get me out of here, Klaus, get me the fuck out of here!"

"Relax, Stefan. I'm here to help," he says. "I'm what you would call a greater agony to alleviate the smaller pain you feel being trapped inside the box. It's reverse psychology, or so Caroline read in a book. What do you think of a little werewolf venom high to speed up the process?"

"You're psychotic. You're fucking insane!" Stefan starts pounding on the box again. "Caroline! Caroline, open up! Open it now!"

"I'm sorry, Stefan!" comes her muffled apology. Even through the metal barrier she sounds thick with guilt. It was her idea, but already she's cracking. That bleeding heart of hers… "I'm sorry, I will -"

"Do not touch that box, Caroline," he commands with his full authority. "Leave it."

There's a long pause, the sound of Stefan's heart hammering away inside his chest in the box as they wait to see what she'll do. A beat goes by before she mumbles a final sorry and scurries away, likely to avoid the temptation of putting poor Stefan out of his misery.

Klaus' lips pull into a grin. "Good girl."

Stefan starts shaking beside him, his breath becoming even more labored. "I can't breathe," he gasps. "I can't - I can't -"

"You don't need to breathe, Stefan. It's all in your head," Klaus reminds him pointedly. "A vampire having a panic attack, honestly. When you think you've seen everything…"

"You're not fucking helping!"

"Pardon me. My bedside manners have gone a little rusty since the last time you've experienced them." Klaus casts Stefan a glance, sees the way his eyes widen in horror, his body growing stiff as a rod, and he can't contain the self-satisfied smile that draws across his lips. "We did once find comfort in each other's company, didn't we?" Stefan makes another panicked sound, smoothing his hands across the cold metal door above them, trying to find a way out. Klaus chuckles. "Don't worry, mate. Caroline can't hear us. Your sordid little secret is safe with me. It's just us here, alone under the cover of darkness. Nothing we haven't done a dozen times in the past. Ahh, the 20s…" he speaks around a dramatic sigh. "It was the roaring years, indeed."

"What are you doing?"

"Making conversation."

"I don't want to talk to you, I especially don't want to talk about that." Stefan nearly chokes on the last word, inching as far away from Klaus as the confined space will allow, as though the mere idea of touching him fills him with utter revulsion. Klaus knows better; it's the way he remembers exactly how it didn't what terrifies him.

Anybody who's met this watered down, colorless version of Stefan would never be able to tell how much of a free spirit he used to be. He was fun. A far cry from the shivering man beside him now. Tragic, really.

"I know you like to pretend it never happened. Frankly, you've become quite an embarrassment of your former self, so I wouldn't proudly advertise it either. This bunny-eating, crying in the dark skin you're wearing these days is someone is wouldn't be caught fraternizing with if you were the last human being on earth."

"Then leave me the fuck alone already."

"Don't flatter yourself. I'm not here for you," he snaps back. And then, putting a leash on his rising temper, he continues, "But since I have to be… I can recognize that there was something about that time we had together that suited us both, more than just for the obvious reasons."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure you do. I was a tool for you."

"A tool for self-destruction."

Klaus huffs out a disdainful breath. "I was a balm to your tortured soul, Stefan, even at a time when you embraced your true self. I indulged you because you amused me, but at the end of the day, when we were together, it was all rather transactional. It wasn't about sentimentality or a shared appreciation for extravagance. It was about the hollow inside us. The fact we were always desperately seeking to fill it with… Anything, really. Whatever we could find. Passions. Pleasure. Violence. Cravings. But it never lasted, did it? Those things lack a purpose. They're all flitting in their essence, an immense explosion of satisfaction followed by… Nothing. We were both hungry, and we kept trying to find the thing that would sate us. You had lost your mind; I had lost my home. Like drawn to like." Klaus turns his face to Stefan, finds him staring back, eyes glinting with an emotion he can't quite read in the gloom. He always did fancy Stefan's eyes, though. There is something raw about them, something honest for a change. A little opening to the truth in his soul he tries so hard to hide from the outside world. "That's what the darkness is, Stefan," he continues. "Loneliness. It's what restrains us. The monster we cannot outrun. When it all stops - the laughter, the liquor, the hunger - and everything goes quiet around us, that's when we feel it. The curse of eternity. The weight of our years, deep in our bones. And the inevitable loneliness that comes with it. You had your names on the wall, I had my letters, but when all was said and done… We were both stuck in infinite darkness. Except for a few glorious stolen moments, in that repulsive room of yours." The corner of his mouth pulls up into a lopsided smile. "I was the bigger monster you needed in order to humanize yourself. Whatever you were, I was worse, and so I assuaged your guilt. Much like me being here right now. But then of course you found religion!" He laughs, closing his eyes and facing forward once more. "Your spiritual path towards the light. Elena Gilbert." He enunciates the name like it's coated in something toxic. His general distaste for Elena goes further than the fact she has thwarted so many of his plans. It's the boring saint act he cannot get over.

"Yes," Stefan says, his voice rough. "And then I lost her."

"Right. Because she chose your brother." Klaus chuckles. Stefan shifts uncomfortably beside him, the urge to hit him palpable in the air. It only spurs Klaus on. "How so very tacky. No taste, that one. Personally, I think there's no amount of blue eyes or good sex that can make Damon tolerable. What a wanker. I just want to bash his face against a wall whenever he opens his mouth."

Stefan scoffs. "Get in line."

"It's ironic, isn't it? You were at your absolute best behavior, weeding out all of your instincts, everything that made you fun and interesting in order to fashion yourself into a fairy tale prince for her, and what does she do? She chooses the dullard bad boy. Typical." Klaus shakes his head. "Ungrateful little -"

"Shut up."

"Martyr," he finishes with a smirk. "She probably thinks she's going to fix him, doesn't she? I bet he encourages it. But that's the difference between you and Damon, isn't it? Even with all your valiant efforts, you know creatures like us cannot be fixed. We're beyond salvation."

He gets a sudden twinge in his chest, an image flashing in his mind. A smile as bright as the sun. Hair the color of wheat. He sees her shifting under his sheets, feels the warmth of her touch, the brush of her rosy lips against his skin. It ignites a sense of joy inside him unlike anything else, a sense of possession, of belonging, of having found something that is far more precious or rare than any of the hundreds of treasures he's collected over the course of his life. But along with it comes the ever-present fear. Of loss. How long before he ruins her, like he's ruined everything else he's ever cherished? How long before he hurts her, even if he doesn't mean to? Before his darkness tarnishes her and kills that smile? Before she decides he's not worth it?

"How do you make yourself worthy?" he asks, the question tumbling out of his as though of their own accord. "How do you earn the affections of someone so…"

"Good?" Stefan finishes for him, reading his thoughts. "With sunshine and rainbows shining out of their eyes? Someone like, say… Caroline?" Klaus goes quiet, all his humor bleeding out of him in a second. "You don't," Stefan answers his own question. "You'll never be good enough for her, Klaus. Just like I was never good enough for Elena. Not really. The truth is they deserve much better than the two of us." He sighs, deflating with resignation next to Klaus. "I guess we did make quite a pair, you and I."

"Then perhaps we should die together," he says with an edge of aggression, his mood taking a sudden downturn. He's suddenly irritated. With Stefan, with this ridiculous situation, with himself for agreeing to that. "You and I, in a box, at the bottom of a quarry. Over and over again, drowning in suffering for all our sins and the women we don't deserve. How about that?" Silence stretches out between them, absolute. There's no response from Stefan, but there's also no pounding pulse, no disgruntled breaths. "Oh, look," he says dispassionately. "Someone's not having a panic attack anymore. Congratulations. You've conquered your fears. All you had to do was remember there are worse things than dying."

Klaus gives one violent kick on the door, sending it flying off its hinges. He pushes himself up, stepping out of the safe.

Caroline comes whooshing in, eyes wide as she takes in the state of the safe, the way Stefan is still down, cowering from the sudden burst of luminosity.

"What did you do to him?" she demands.

Klaus' mouth inches upward into the barest hint of a grin, no mirth whatsoever. "I fixed him."

#klaroline #klefan #yokan writes #wip wednesday #this is a very klaroline rewriting though you probably can't tell from this one scene #i'll probably never write this but i liked the idea #SIGH

[angel-kyo]

koi no yokan

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6.

"Thanks." You grabbed the soda Nanami was handling you.

You two had just finished a mission and stopped by a convenience store to buy something to drink.

After a while, Nanami spoke. "You have been quiet."

"I thought you didn't want me making small talk." The words had come out harsher than you had intended and he glanced at you. "Sorry", you muttered, "I..."

"I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. But I did not mean you are quiet just today. I thought you liked talking to Haibara, but he thinks so too as of the last few days." He did not sound bothered, rather, if you squinted, he seemed a little concerned. "Is something bothering you?"

"Not at all!", you blurted out too fast, loud enough for a couple of bystanders to spare a glance in your direction. You cleared your throat and repeated softer this time "I mean, no, there is nothing bothering me."

The real answer had assaulted your mind at full speed. There is something bothering me. That library thing. The fact I could not fight and the fact I have no idea of what would have happened if I had. The fact that I had to be saved. That Gojo kid. The possibility of being weaker than I thought. Not that you could tell him all that.

Nanami nodded. "I see. My apologies then. We should get going." He got up and started walking.

It was true you were not usually sent on missions alone with Kento, and when you did, most times, Yu was around to strike up conversation among the three of you. But you hadn't felt uncomfortable until now. Lying to someone's face was a way to upset them, so maybe a little honesty would not hurt.

"I've just been thinking...", you started, "Nanami, if you were to rate my strength on a scale of 1 to 10, what would you give me?"

He seemed to think for a couple of seconds, still walking by your side.

"A strong 6."

"Straight forward..." You wanted to ask what he would rate himself, but you didn't.

"Don't take it the wrong way. You will probably become stronger. I just don't think being a sorcerer is all about strength though, so I wouldn't think much of it."

You nodded and continued walking in silence until you reached station.

Besides, there is always a shortage of sorcerers. It does not matter if neither of us is strong; we have to fight because we can. That thought crossed Nanami's mind as he waited for your train to arrive, but he remained silent.

As the train entered the station, you looked at Nanami. "You are right," you spoke, and he wondered if you were still thinking of what he had said, some remorse dawning on him, "I like talking to Haibara, but I like talking to you as well." You smiled at him and got in the train.

However blunt, Nanami's words had given you some comfort. But your words just now had made a light blush appear on his face. It was a shame you had not seen it.

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#jjk #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #only of you squint #gojo satoru #nanami kento #koi no yokan #jjk drabbles #writing #jjk fanfic #jjk nanami #gojo x you

[nyanfish]

sleepoverrr

#yosukan #yosuke hanamura #kanji tatsumi #persona 4 #yosuke x kanji #kanji x yosuke #yoskan #kansuke #yokan #kanyo #drew that first one for a fic im writing #the 2nd one isnt necessarily connected but i had the idea and then feverishly spent until 1 in the morning drawing it. which it is rn. #no clue when i started the 2nd one but it was already way too late. maybe like half past 11 #BUT IT CAME OUT SO GOOD RAAARGG. ive gotten so bomb at sideviews. and i finally feel like ive got a grasp on yosukes hair #also their sleeping poses are based off of the ones they had in the anime #and the kiss one is kind of inspired by a previous drawing i made + the official line sticker where kanji tries to kiss yosuke #tedpost #tedart #EDIT; i switched them w nicer looking coloured ones. i was working on a dark canvas at night and only noticed it looked kinda poopy later #only 1 person has rbed the original so thats out there now ig

[amikotsu]

Gai, very serious: “Do you believe in koi no yokan?”

Kakashi was immediately unimpressed, showing his distaste for the question by rolling his eyes. Love at second sight was more for the romantics of the world. He hadn’t experienced love at first sight, and he hadn’t felt anything close to the possibility of falling in love with Itachi.

Kakashi, refusing to think about Itachi: “Now you sound stupid.”

Gai: “Heh. And that is a response that I’d expect when you know I’m right!”

Kakashi, acting uninterested: “Did you say something?”

#kakaitaweekwips #kakaita #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #maito gai #gai maito #koi no yokan #teaser #fanfic writing #my writing

[acherontiarchivist]

I don't want to put Koi No Yokan on hiatus because it'd be so difficult to get back into the swing of it but I'm also dying to write an asking-your-slasher-so-to-kill-you fic.

But also idk who I want to start with.

I also at least want to do one at-length, instead of a short drabble.

#i have an inkling of an idea for asa #i could try going back and forth between writing a chapter for koi no yokan and then writing a death fic #post content

[prettyboykatsuki]

✭— gn!reader + sfw + arranged marriage.

He doesn't remember much of his ex-lovers. Only that they hated Sae enough to throw lukewarm coffee at him and ruin his white sweater.

And only that they told him a variety of crude, terrible things. Most of them jabs at his career, softened at the ends with words of sadness and melancholy. His first relationship started the same way it finished, empty and obligatory.

Only one thing really sticks out to him. That at the end, the person he'd been with with for nearly a year told him they'd never met someone so incapable of loving before.

Sae wonders about that.

It didn't hurt at the time. It was an inevitable end to a relationship he didn't pay any real attention to. He doesn't even remember their birthday. The world was narrow when he was 22. He has enough self-awareness to know he's always been self-centered when it comes to his career, so it's no surprise a once meaningful relationship fell through the cracks.

Sae doesn't really understand how other people move through life and feel. He has feelings but they're reactive and sometimes misplaced. He gets angry, irritated, or pleased and contented. But the way even his little brother feels so intensely, with such visceral anger or such deep melancholy is foreign.

Sae is a serious character. And he isn't unfeeling or unsympathetic. He has morals and principles. He's human.

But that kind of bone-deep, all-consuming emotion that seems to haunt so many people is foreign. If something is unpleasant, try to fix it. If something can't be fixed, let it go. Worry about the things you can change. Be a good son. Try to be the kind of brother that can make your little brother grow. Be cocky only if it's well deserved. Be even colder because the world is unforgiving, and steel yourself for when it inevitably hammers in your ineptness.

Sae is stoic. In the traditional sense. He's never thought about love. He thought he'd meet someone like him with time. Someone who wants a life of luxury and looks good in the papers - and that he'd spend the rest of his life with someone he tolerates because the thought of loving another person is odd at best. They'd have a hotshot career and Sae would meet them at a fancy dinner party. They'd chat a bit, get to know each other.

And Sae would like them, enough to put it on paper. It'd be mediocre and uninteresting. Born from a sense of duty.

A life full of something like love - is unimaginable. It's an intangible idea, to love someone like they write in songs.

When his mother called him from Japan, said that there was someone she'd like him to meet - he already knew what it was. He was at that age now. 29 and single. It could only mean an arranged marriage.

Sae goes, because he has nothing to lose. He's been single for 7 years. And he's a devoted son who always does what he's told.

Sae meets you with no expectations. Not one to hold you to. You'd be a nice person he's sure - maybe someone who wants to be a homemaker. Polite. Tolerable. Lukewarm like that turns to wedding rings.

The first time Itoshi Sae met you - you arrived late to the coffee date. You came to him panting and out of breath, clumsily rambling about your experience trying to chase down the subway to make it in the nick of time. You rambled on and on, and ordered coffee by waving your hand at someone and talking to them too.

And when you realized he hadn't gotten a word in, you stopped and flushed and apologized so profusely that he found himself smiling. Laughing a little, really - under his breath. He made a comment to tease you about it.

Koi No Yokan, a Japanese saying with no real translatable equivalent. The premonition of love. It means to meet someone and know you will love them inevitably. Not fate, exactly.

But to meet someone that is impossible not to be adored by you. To connect with someone and think you will love them. The realization is off-putting and abstract but even now when Sae is asked.

When did you know they were the one?

His reply is always the same - a small smile and look of familiar mirth.

Since the beginning. It just felt right.

Sae asks you to a second date. And a third, and a fourth before finally asking to be official. Sae learns quickly that there are in fact people in the world who exist like they're made to be loved. Or at least, there is someone in this world he was going to come to love all along.

It turns out - love is less complicated than he'd originally thought. That there are people who see you for who you are and love anyways. Sae doesn't know what you see in him exactly. You're a regular civilian, a regular job. A simple, simple life. None of his accolades mean much to you - though you do always express how cool it is.

They're not words that carry weight because of what they are. Rather, they mean something because of him. It matters to you, because Sae matters to you. And somehow, somehow he just knows that. There is doubt, but only sometimes.

There is hope but always. Always.

You can't identify the difference between designer brands and all your shoes are from the bargain bin except your formal ones. You like to toss coins in fish ponds and close your eyes extra tight when you wish. You always look at the moon - every night when he drives.

Tell him in all sorts of voices about how beautiful the moon is. How you miss the country side, and that there's too much light pollution in Tokyo. He thinks the term down-to-earth suits you well.

But in the kind of way that makes Sae feels a little more grounded. He envies it sometimes. That you manage to shine so brightly and be so good without having to try at all. He envies that you seem to have been born so loveable, so warm.

You love Sae. But Sae knows, deep down - he loves you impossibly more. All the things he once thought to be trivial and pointless get their own color in his busy calendar. He travels and thinks of you - writes locations down with your name. Smiles to himself when he thinks of how brightly your eyes would shine taking in the worlds wonders.

Sae bets that you'd be the same everywhere. Whether in Tokyo or London or Madrid or Chicago or Shanghai - that you'd tug at him and tell him to look up to the beautiful views above. He'd bet you buy sunflower seeds to feed ducks just like you do now, thousands of miles from home.

He bets you'd cry and weep about things he gives you, fluster yourself trying to be grateful. He'd have to wipe the tears of your face, put you to rest in his arms. Let you tuck yourself into his neck and sleep long and sniffly.

Sae loves you more because he'd let you. He hopes the mascara you bough from 7/11 ruins his stupid Dior sweater. He'd die before even thinking about dry-cleaning it. He's sure he'd just keep it in his closet and touch the sleeve every time he's too far from home.

He says it sometimes. Says love you and miss you in those breaths that feel sturdy enough to carry something so heavy. But you, just like him, just seem to know that he loves you. There is doubt, but the days come where you find yourself sleeping in his arms and there's hope again.

He wonders if he'd been incapable of loving. Maybe being around someone so easy to love solved it. It feels like a pin-prick wound. Like one day, he cut himself on the edge of your smile and has been pouring all the things spilling out into you.

He thinks his mostly the same. Intolerable, and arrogant, and unfeeling for better or for worse. He doesn't feel so all consumed. He doesn't feel blinded by the feeling of love. Nothing about it is overwhelming.

He think that maybe the absence of joy goes unnoticed when nothing truly moves you. All Sae can say for certain about anything is this - that if you were to disappear from his life, he'd surely never be able to look at the moon the same. And that he'd always keep sunflower seeds just incase.

Itoshi Sae. 29 years old. Professional Midfielder for Real Madrid CF. Married.

Sae wakes up bright and early, to see you next to him. You crinkle your face as the warmth hits your eyes. Stirring awake to look at him, you yawn then smile.

"Morning," You saying, clinging closely and peering out at the sun "The sun is so bright today.

He looks straight at you and smiles - barely there.

"Very bright."

#itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fluff #gender neutral reader!! #writing tag #feeling like wax poetic about love ig

[veronicaphoenix]

This series consists of 3 parts, which I have singlehandedly mastered to upload in a very chaotic way (I blame it on inspiration and its arbitrariness). I will be updating this post as I write and upload new chapters.

The story is a very slow burn and it follows Noah and an original female character, Lia, in their journey from childhood into adulthood, from best friends to lovers.

Trigger warnings: This work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction and violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

IKIGAI or A REASON FOR BEING | Part word count: 42.1k

It navigates the beginning of Noah and Lia's friendship as kids, teenagers, and then, young adults. First chapter delves into Noah and Lia meeting for the first time when she's 6 and he is 7. Completed.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN

You can also read this part on AO3.

KOI NO YOKAN or THE INEVITABILITY OF LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT | Part word count: 72.7k so far

Noah and Lia's slow path to realizing they're in love with each other. As they navigate young adulthood, they are compelled to confront difficult and painful experiences, ultimately leading them to grapple with their identities and determine what they really want. In-progress.

*Chapters in purple still haven't been published.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN | CHAPTER FIFTEEN | CHAPTER SIXTEEN | CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | CHAPTER EIGHTEEN | CHAPTER NINETEEN | CHAPTER TWENTY | CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE | CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO | CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE | CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR | CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE | CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX | CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN | CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

You can also read this part on AO3.

ZUTTO or A PROMISE OF FOREVER

Noah and Lia and their journey building a life together.

TW: This part contains a lot of sexual content and some descriptions of withdrawal, mentions of past substance and alcohol abuse, and mentions of fertility issues.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | ...

You can also read this part on AO3.

#the inevitability of love at second sight masterpost #veronicas writings #noah sebastian fic #bad omens fanfic #noah sebastian x ofc #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #noah sebastian #the inevitability of love at second sight

[emmanelson]

“to be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.” - elizabeth gilbert, committed: a skeptic makes peace with marriage / “love should be a challenge, but the reward should be worth it. always make sure the reward is worth it.” - excerpt from a book I’ll never write / there’s a Japanese phrase that I like: koi no yokan. it doesn’t mean love at first sight. it’s closer to love at second sight. it’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will. - nicola yoon, the sun Is also a star

#tvedit #theamericansedit #the americans #philip jennings #elizabeth jennings #otpsource #philip x elizabeth #philizabeth #the americans fx #elizabeth x philip #timotheechallamets #usercher #phoehebuffay #mediagifs #* #mine #usertelevision #tvandfilm #dailytv #tvfilmsource #tuserbecca

[kirythestitchwitch]

Hi hello! Sorry to slide into your dms, but I was very intrigued by Freaky Friday Time Travel???? 👀

Oh hi Yokan! :D No worries, my asks and dms are always open.

So Freaky Friday Time Travel is a fic set between prom and Graduation. And Caroline receives this necklace that ends up swapping her with a future Caroline that is uh, a lot closer to Klaus than she ever thought they would be. Like matrimonially close. So not only does she have to deal with the fact that she's been transported to Paris sixty-odd years out, but she's stuck with her maaaybe future husband until they can find a way to get her home. Meanwhile, Klaus back in the present day receives a visit from a very unexpected Caroline, who has a very unexpected tale for him. And she's soon dragging him into an unprecedented amount of trouble. And Silas is still lurking about, sulking about that whole cure thing.

I wanted to write this story of like, these two characters in present day Klaus and Caroline looking in on this relationship they could have and don't yet, and I wanted to do it with some time travel shenanigans and Caroline breaking the space-time continuum juuust a little. Okay maybe a lot.

I have the first couple thousand words idk up for WIP Wed if you're interested! That's to the third one but there are links to the first and second in that post.

Thank you for the ask!! 😊

#ask games #FFTT au

[evelhak]

The ship bingo is very interesting... I would love to see KagaKuro done by the KagaKuro expert pretty please 🩵

The KagaKuro expert... My ego is very well fed.

It wasn't literally love at first sight... It was "koi no yokan" the feeling upon meeting someone that you will inevitably fall in love with them. If they had been able to listen to themselves carefully enough in the beginning, they would have known it, but they weren't, and in some paradoxical way that's what made their love possible, because they would have been too scared to know each other if the idea had been in their heads.

Bestest most OTP of my life second to nothing under or beyond the stars. No other pairing has punched me to the gut with the way they complement, not complete each other, to this extent, the way their story embodies the "I want to be with you even when I don't need to be with you" in other words, I've read so many love stories that never develop beyond co-dependency and their story explores what's beyond that and how much more a relationship can be when you need each other less. Or how much more love consists of looking together in the same direction than staring at each other. (Not that they don't do the latter as well, especially literally.) I have not exhausted my thoughts on them in over a decade, they are the deepest well to me.

The fandom hasn't ruined it as a whole, the fandom is mostly amazing and inspires me like nothing else I love you fandom. But because I get times I'm so desperate for new KagaKuro content I have sometimes read things I knew were not for me in any capacity and it took a lot of effort to erase the atrocities I saw from my mind. 🎶 "I know things now, many valuable things, that I hadn't known before... Isn't it nice to know a lot... And a little bit not".

Can we just call it canon... I literally sometimes forget that it's not canon and am surprised at the realisation that maybe the author doesn't see them together. A crazy thought. For real, I'm aware my reality is not other people's reality but I like mine very much. And you can too! I dare you! (That was said so gently and not at all demandingly.)

Yeah forget about three page essay it's a 900 000 word fic and my favourite joke with my translator friend right now is what will happen first... I hit million words or they finally have sex.

I... do want to smash them together like barbies. It took a long time to get to that mindset, but now that they're almost out of high school in my head, I'm going to challenge myself to writing sex eventually. It just seems like a natural progression.

Romeo and Juliet not really (and I have no clue what the rest of that even means) but there are definitely family members opposing their relationship, and some balconies, in various forms so I was just trying to get a bingo. (In vain.)

I want what they have in the sense that I never would have believed I would want my story centered around their relationship to become so huge for me that I would want it to be my magnum opus, my footprint in the world. But. Here we are. I don't so much want what they have as I want them to just keep doing whatever they do in my head because it gives me life.

Facebook status is complicated because it wasn't easy for them to tell their friends and family about their relationship. There were a lot of obstacles in the way before they ended up in a comfortable place.

I'm high just writing this.

#knb #kagakuro

[finelydressedspacemen]

AO3 First Lines

Tagged by @deinvatiwrites

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3 (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have!

1. All I Wanna Do Is Grow Old With You

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Arthur/Eames

Notes: A two part story I really need to finish 😬

When Arthur straps on his little half apron, he is transported.

2. I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Arthur/Eames

Notes: Probably the most out of character I’ve ever written.

Arthur slid his hand down his crimson tie, stretching the space between his fingers.

3. Cause You’re Pretty And I Like That

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Pairing: Ed/Stede

Notes: Proof you can write smut about muppets

It’s been six weeks since Ed last set eyes on the Revenge, and its shape forming in the mist is a balm on his heart.

4: Let Go Of Your Fire

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Pairing: Ed/Stede

Notes: The same story everyone else wrote after the first season finale

In the early, pre-dawn hours, the splintered wood of the Revenge’s hull was cool and damp beneath Stede’s fingers.

5. Holiday

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Arthur/Eames

Notes: An absurdly long piece of porn with a liberal sprinkling of plot

They all ignored the first flickers.

6. Uplink

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Arthur/Eames

Notes: Third in a series of astronaut AUs

“If I never see another Barnes and Noble it’ll be too soon,” Eames grouses.

7. Crush

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Arthur/Eames

Notes: Short, sweet, worth the price of admission

“You should let me shoot you out.”

8. Placebo Effect

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Arthur/Eames

Notes: What happens when an author tells themself jokes

The front desk clerk glared at Arthur, and he wasn’t sure if it was all the snow he’d let blow into the lobby behind him, or if it was the twelve groceries bags he was carrying with him.

9. Koi no Yokan

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Arthur/Eames

Notes: Obligatory amnesia fic

Arthur’s eyebrows knit as he steps out of the car.

10. After Hours

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Arthur/Eames

Notes: Odd, but one I’m prouder of

There’s a pretty prevalent rumor in the dreamsharing community that Arthur doesn’t have fun.

Bonus: Include the first few lines of your latest WIP:

I have several, but here’s one:

Arthur blinks.

Arthur stares at his hands where they rest on the drying bar. The scars on his knuckles are pink and fresh. He doesn’t remember how he got them. It’s been thirty years, at least. This suit style isn’t remotely in fashion anymore. Arthur stares at the stubble on Eames’ jaw, and the color is all wrong— unforgivably blond, over skin so smooth it’s almost unfamiliar after all this time.

“Look at it this way,” Eames says. He takes a swig of his beer. “You’ve got your entire life ahead of you.”

“Jesus Christ,” Arthur whispers, turning back to the bar. “Jesus Christ.”

Tagging: @mister-eames @wadebramwilson

#inception #arthur x eames #ao3fic #ofmd #fanfic #ed/stede

[galvanizedfriend]

Klaroline Fic: The Wolf IV [01/13]

Summary: Five years after the downfall of the Mikaelson family, Caroline returns to New Orleans to fulfill the promise she made to Marcel: one day, she would be back for the man he has been keeping prisoner in the bowels of the old compound, and she would not be leaving without him. But the plans to abandon the city's eternal loop of tragedy behind once and for all are thwarted when a new enemy with unexpected old ties resurfaces, threatening not just Eve's life, but Caroline's as well.

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S04E01 Gather Up the Killers ✨

The thing about finally getting something you longed for what feels like an eternity is the accompanying dread that it might be taken away.

Even after five years, Marcel is still not used to having it. Peace.

Nobody tells you how unsettling peace is. How it manifests as a constant nagging in the back of your mind, like you're forgetting something, getting soft, letting your guard down. It's quiet and harmonious, yes, but it's also a kind of fear. A cold shudder at the pit of your stomach, as though at any second it can all be snatched away from you.

If he doesn't watch himself, it can easily descend into paranoia.

He doesn't think there has been a single day where he hasn't been on full alert mode, looking over his shoulder, watching over the city from his not-so-new penthouse like a vigilante, waiting for the monsters to come out. And then he remembers that there are no monsters anymore. None greater than him, anyway. He is the thing that everybody fears.

He's always tiptoeing around that delicate line separating caution from madness, one sudden move around a corner away from overreaction that could send all the hard-earned balance they've achieved blown into the air.

One wrong move from turning into him.

Read the full chapter here

-- Took forever and a day, but ta-da! Starting part 4 was so much harder than I thought, but well. Here is something! Like I said, I'm not starting a new AO3 story for this, it'll be [22/34] there, but for the sake of being clearer here, I'm using the S4 numbers and a new summary.

I don't have any art or edit or anything to go with this story, so I just searched my old edits folder and found something that more or less applies, so there you go. :D As always, your comments/kudos/reblogs mean the world to me and I really hope you guys enjoy it! Cheers!

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline fic #kc fanfiction #kc fic #kcfic #klarolinefic #klaus x caroline #klaroline shippers club #the originals rewriting #yokan writes #the wolf universe #this is the end you guys! #final stretch! #please forgive my awful editing skills i suck at this #why is prisoner/homeless!klaus so hot? #something about the wild curls and the shirt all ripped around the neck line and those neck chains just 🥵

[angel-kyo]

koi no yokan

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4.

"What are we looking for again?"

That was Yu.

"A scroll.", Nanami replied dryly, kicking a pile of papers on the floor.

You three had been sent on a mission to retrieve a cursed object from an abandoned library. The building had stopped functioning as a such about twenty years ago and was to be demolished soon. These days, it was only attracting unoccupied teens who thought the place was haunted and wanted to check for themselves. All harmless fun until there were actually three disappearances last month.

Upon investigation, it was determined that a cursed object had been hidden in the library to protect it, but it was probably left behind once the place closed, and it was now attracting curses.

"Yeah, but what does it look like?", Yu sounded unusually helpless. You couldn't blame him though; you all had been searching for a while now with no luck.

You snickered in an attempt to light the mood and looked at him. "I don't know. Cursed?"

Nanami rolled his eyes and opened his flip phone to show you both a picture. The image was low quality, but it showed what the scroll should have looked like thirty years ago, in a sealed small wooden box especially crafted to protect it, but not the box or the scroll had been found yet.

"It is cursed," Nanami looked at you, "so I doubt it would have deteriorated much in terms of appearance. It should still be recognizable".

The mission was not expected to be dangerous, but the three had been sent because the place was big and searching could challenging, so the more eyes searching, the better.

The Six-Eyes... Wouldn't he be helpful here?

It seemed your thought reached Yu, because next he said "If only Gojo was here. He would have found it already, don't you think?"

You almost did not want to agree with him, but nodded slightly, nonetheless. Truth was you were feeling bitter about your upperclassman since that last day of training when he had told you were still weak.

"Well, there is one floor left above", Kento finally spoke, "If it's not there, we might actually have to return to the school empty-handed", he moved in direction of the stairs. You and Yu followed.

You wondered what it must be like being the user of the six eyes. It was silly to even entertain the idea.

Yu had gotten a few steps ahead of you as you climbed the stairs, and you were looking at his back now. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Hey, Haibara?", you looked down, watching your step, "have you ever wondered what it would be like to be like Gojo?"

"I have not...", he replied promptly without hesitation, but stopped for a second and looked down at you; he was smiling, "But maybe we should ask him what is like to be him."

You were going to say you had not meant it like that, but looking up at him, something caught your attention. It seemed you had reached the last floor, but...

"Where is Nanami?", you asked, "Wasn't he right ahead of you?"

Confusion passed through Yu's face as he looked ahead. "He was right here".

You climbed the remaining stairs swiftly, surpassing Yu, and landed on a long corridor. You looked left and right; the atmosphere felt different.

Nanami was not the type to leave his team behind without uttering word.

"If this is what I think it is, I don't think we should split", you turned to face Yu, but he was no longer there.

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#jjk #koi no yokan #gojo fanfic #jjk drabbles #jjk fanfic #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader sorta #gojo satoru #writing

[nyanfish]

this is from one of my p4 aus that requires too much explaining. all you need to know for now is that it takes place a few years after p4 and that Yosuke and Kanji's shadows are in cahoots

#yosukan #kanji tatsumi #yosuke hanamura #shadow kanji #shadow yosuke #persona 4 #kanji x yosuke #yosuke x kanji #yoskan #kansuke #yokan #kanyo #I've got so much unposted art of them. but i have like. multiple aus that require so much explaining. #this au used to be very different but ive reworked it to be less centered on these 2 #all of my ysk aus eventually expand and become too ambitious because i want to include everyone. lmao #tedart #tedpost #this one is actually an accomplice au believe it or not! #feel free to ask me more abt it. im planning on writing a fic for this one. after i finish my debut fic #kanji's shadow is based off of frankenstein's bride #and yosuke's shadow is the prince of neets

[matchabucks]

Kyuusai Butterfly — lyrics & translation

Hello everyone! Because my DouShino feels is coming back and as promised on my post two years ago (haha 😅) here is the lyrics to THE DouShino song, Kyuusai Butterfly by 0.1g no Gosan!

Please note that neither Japanese or English is my native language, so if you see any mistakes, feel free to point it out! Also, I wrote the kanji lyrics from You's tweet and there are some repeated parts in the song that he didn't write in kanji version, so I add it up in the romaji/english translation!

Kyuusai Butterfly

救済バタフライ

Salvation Butterfly

Romaji

cute na butterfly Tsuyoki na honey bee? sweet na showtime Yowasete lady

Aa mata, warui kuse datte Narabu amai meutsuri shichatte Hora, sensai na yuuwaku ga ippai Itteki nokosazu ni tabetai Zenzen mitasarenaiyai manpuku chuusuu

Chou? Hana? Chigau yo kantan ne Onna no ko wa satougashi datte Shunkan, aishitemo ii kai? Yasashii uso wa okirai kai? Kyuusai shiawase ni shite ageru

Junshin ni ichizu boku dake shinjite Kimi, boku no naka toketeyuku Kitto yasashiku shite ageru kara

Fuwari mau? Tokimeki ga tarinai motto Ichiban ni koubutsu no kimi Saikoukyuu nokosazu ni zenbu Jikkuri tabetai dakara Daikirai? Nee, oazuke mo ii ne “Motto sokonashi ni tanoshimasete” Dare ni mo ajiwaenai boku dake no amaai jikan

Tanjun ni ne kimi ga suki dakedo Ima wa ne mada shiritai no Saigo wa ne kimi wo erabasete Gokujou no kisu wo ageru

cute na butterfly Tsuyoki na honey bee? sweet na showtime Yowasete lady

Ai to ka koi to ka omoi omoitte Kekkyoku kangaetemite Hora daitai nani mo nokonnai Tanoshii koto dake shiteitai Zenzen mitasarenaiyai manpuku chuusuu

Hitomi niji ga mierutte? Bokuiro ni kimi mo somete ageru Isshun raku ni naritakunai? Isso yudanete minaikai? Aware, konna ni mo yowai kara

Junshin ni ichizu boku dake shinjite Kimi, boku no naka toketeyuku Kitto yasashiku shite ageru kara

Fuwari mau? Tokimeki ga tarinai motto Ichiban ni koubutsu no kimi Saikoukyuu nokosazu ni zenbu Jikkuri tabetai dakara Daikirai? Nee, oazuke mo ii ne “Motto sokonashi ni tanoshimasete” Dare ni mo ajiwaenai boku dake no amaai jikan

Hirari, saku ugokenai Moudoku? Shibirechau yo ne Shiranai konna kimochi Takanaru mune itai kara Kokoro sasu, kimi ga hoshikunaru Onegai jigoku made issho ni ite Moushinteki, kimi ni somaru bokura no amaai yokan

Tanjun ni ne kimi ga suki dakara Konna ni mo mada shiritai no Saigo ni ne kimi wo erabasete Gokujou no kisu wo ageru Mou nigasanai

cute na butterfly Tsuyoki na honey bee? sweet na showtime Yowasete lady

Kanji

cuteなbutterfly 強気なhoney bee？ sweetなshowtime 酔わせてlady

ああまた、悪いクセだって 並ぶ 甘い 目移りしちゃって ほら、繊細な誘惑がいっぱい 一滴残さずに食べたい 全然満たされてないやい満腹中枢

蝶？花？違うよ簡単ね 女の子は砂糖菓子だって 瞬間、愛してもいいかい？ 優しい嘘はお嫌いかい？ 救済 幸せにしてあげる

純真に一途 僕だけ信じて 君、僕の中 溶けてゆく きっと優しくしてあげるから

ふわり 舞う？ ときめきが足りないもっと イチバンに好物の君 最高級 残さずに全部 じっくり食べたいだから 大嫌い？ねえ、おあずけもいいね 「もっと底無しに楽しませて」 誰にも味わえない僕だけの甘ぁい時間

単純にね君が好きだけど 今はねまだ知りたいの 最後はね君を選ばせて 極上のキスをあげる

愛とか恋とか重い想いって 結局考えてみて ほら 大体何にも残んない タノシイコトだけしていたい 全然満たされてないやい満腹中枢

瞳 虹が見えるって？ 僕色に君も染めてあげる 一瞬楽になりたくない？ いっそ委ねてみないかい？ 哀れ、こんなにも弱いから

ひらり、咲く 動けない 猛毒？痺れちゃうよね 知らないこんな気持ち 高鳴る胸痛いから 心刺す、君が欲しくなる お願い地獄まで一緒にいて 盲信的、君に染まる僕らの甘ぁい予感

単純にね君が好きだから こんなにもまだ知りたいの 最後にね君を選ばせて 極上のキスをあげる もう逃がさない

English translation

A cute butterfly A strong honey bee? A sweet showtime Let us get drunk, lady

Aah, it’s my bad habit again. They are sweetly lining up, I can’t choose. Look, there are so many delicate temptations. I want to eat all of them without leaving a single drop. But my satiety center isn’t filled at all.

Butterfly? Flower? No, it’s simple. For me, girls are sweet candies. Can I love you for this moment? Do you hate kind lies? My salvation, I will make you happy.

Purely, innocently, believe in only me. You are melting inside of me. I’m sure I will be gentle to you.

Softly, dancing? The excitement is not enough, I want more of you, my favorite food. Without leaving the best parts, I want to eat all of you, slowly and carefully. Do you hate me? Hey, I wouldn’t mind waiting. “Entertain me more, endlessly.” A swee~t moment only I can taste, I won’t give it to anyone else.

To put it simply, I like you. But for now, I want to know more. In the end, I choose you. I will give you the finest kiss.

A cute butterfly A strong honey bee? A sweet showtime Let us get drunk, lady

Affection, love, those kinds of heavy feelings. Eventually, I start to think about them. You see, there’s almost nothing left of me. I just want to do fun things. But my satiety center isn’t filled at all.

You said that you can see rainbows in my eyes? I will dye you in my color too. Don’t you want to feel relief, even just for a moment? Wouldn’t you rather entrust yourself to me? How pitiful, even though you are so weak.

Purely, innocently, believe in only me. You are melting inside of me. I’m sure I will be gentle to you.

Softly, dancing? The excitement is not enough, I want more of you, my favorite food. Without leaving the best parts, I want to eat all of you, slowly and carefully. Do you hate me? Hey, I wouldn’t mind waiting. “Entertain me more, endlessly.” A swee~t moment only I can taste, I won’t give it to anyone else.

It flutters and blooms, making me paralyzed. Is it a deadly poison? How exciting. I don’t know what this feeling is. But the throbbing in my chest hurts. It pierces through my heart, making me want you. Please, stay together with me until we go to hell. Without knowing anything, let our swee~t premonitions be dyed with you.

To put it simply, I like you. Because of that, I still want to know so much more. In the end, I choose you. I will give you the finest kiss. I will never let you go.

A cute butterfly A strong honey bee? A sweet showtime Let us get drunk, lady

#doushino #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #shinobu kochou #douma #kny #mine #otp #douma x shinobu #text #my translations

[jinruihokankeikaku]

Two of the first three Neon Genesis Evangelion soundtrack releases between 1995 and 1996 featured new songs performed by Takahashi Yoko and written by Oikawa Neko (of The Cruel Angel's Thesis). The songs were titled yokan ("Premonition" - released on the album NEON GENESIS EVANGELION Ⅱ, February 1996), shiawase wa tsumi no nioi, and mugen houyou ("Happiness Smells of Sin" and "Eternal Embrace" - both released on NEON GENESIS EVANGELION Ⅲ, May 1996). None of them appeared in the show, though the latter two would become the opening theme to 2001's The Ayanami Raising Project and the ending theme of 2003's Girlfriend of Steel 2, respectively, both PC games.

shiawase wa tsumi no nioi seems to have the strongest lyrical connection to the themes of the series, being - as the title suggests - a sort of meditation on how happiness often comes at the expense of another, and how people hurt one another without realising it. The other two songs are more straightforward romantic love songs, albeit ones still tinged with melancholy and longing.

Anyways, I'm hoping to write up some more in-depth lyrical analysis on them soon, but I'd definitely recommend listening to them if you're a fan of the show and haven't yet! It took me a while to discover them, as for a while those second two OST albums weren't available on the streaming services I used.