#Shiki writes

[nutteu]

Gold-digger Oliver

inspired by that one post about oliver fucking every catton available except for felix (still can't stop laughing about it, will find the post later) (EDIT, I FOUND THE POST: HERE). but here we go:

What if, Oliver was a gold-digger, and what if this wasn't his first rodeo? Like, he had done this before and that was why it was easy for him to understand the whims of the wealthy, the filthy rich, because he had experienced how it felt like being an arm candy for some elder man, hiding this from his parents and accumulating wealth and properties he had gotten from his previous sugar daddies and mommies. Especially, he understood how bored and lonely they were, and he learned how to shape himself into something they liked, something they could play with to pass time. It wasn't the first time he had ever been someone's toy, and he didn't mind the notion. Let them think that way, as long as Oliver got what he wanted.

So, with his previous knowledge, he played chess with Sir James, talked about the goddamn ceramic and artifacts scattered all over the estate; had a tea party with Elspeth and Pamela, before she left, dialed up the compliments to the nine because he knew that it would be easier to get Elspeth's attention and interest. It was easy enough, because Sir James was lonely, and Elspeth wanted to be seen and appreciated, made her feel she was still in her youth, brimming with beauty and unattainable to those who desired her.

All the while, he approached Venetia when she offered herself, pushed it further by interrogating her about what she liked, what she wanted to be; ate her out and let the blood stain his mouth, his fingers, and let the memory linger as he pushed more food onto her plate; lay his head on her chest, counting the heartbeat as she told him some complicated equations that they solved together as they giggled and teased each other. And of course, Farleigh and all the chips on his shoulders, his prickly nature which Oliver unearth with brutality and insistence; jerked him off and whispered encouragement, assurance, praises as Farleigh came on Oliver's fingers, let himself submit underneath Oliver's touch as Oliver rode him until he was spent; spending the afterglow trading cigarettes and insults, talked about rich people and how ridiculously out of touch to reality they were, Oliver teasingly offered a sliver of truth to Farleigh about his past with the rich and smiled as Farleigh gaped and laughed; waiting for the sunrise as Oliver promised him a place in the house after he got his name in the inheritance and Farleigh wouldn't need to beg with a bowl anymore.

He charmed everyone and even got Duncan softening a little at him after he offered to cook his own meals, talked about the layout and the history of Saltburn with him, be at awe for Duncan's impeccable schedule and his brutal way of wrangling problems before lunch time. Oliver befriended the maids and other helpers, memorized their names and where they came from, so they wouldn't bat an eyelash if he were to own this estate someday.

Everyone and everything was within his palms, dancing to his tune, except for Felix, who increasingly grew upset because he finally found out that Oliver not only had bedded Venetia, but Farleigh as well, and his parents were smitten by Oliver's encyclopedia of a brain and his endearing twitch of nose, the summer in his eyes. It was just a bad form, that Oliver came by his invitation, yet leaving him out of the loop Oliver had created with literally everyone in this estate but Felix.

Ah, but Felix didn't want Oliver, did he? He called him Ollie, kissed his cheek and his forehead, whined at him and took all of his attention, but he didn't want Oliver. He was just upset that everyone had gotten the attention of his toy, and none was left for him anymore. It wasn't fair, was it? That Felix was the one who brought Oliver here, yet it seemed that everyone had gotten their private time with Oliver, everyone, except for him. So, like he always did, he threw a tantrum, and Oliver sighed in exasperation and tried to fluff it up with Felix, playing into his savior complex by saying that he wouldn't have had this chance of being in Saltburn and knowing everyone if it weren't for Felix. So, really, thank you, Felix, and perhaps, we can spend some time together, yeah?

And Felix, still a little miffed but was willing to go along with Oliver's idea this time, nodded and started planning, getting all excited when he thought about bringing Oliver home, because his mum had called and she sounded sober as well! It would be a surprise for Oliver, that was for sure, and no one else had thought of it, because they only cared about themselves and not to Oliver. Felix was the only one he could call friend, the only one who cared. So, Felix told him to dress up, smiling at the sight of Oliver giggling shyly, and sang until his throat hurt as they drove by the roads.

That was, until Oliver realized where they were going, and begged him to turn back, to stop. Felix thought that maybe Oliver was afraid of reliving the traumatizing memory of his family's downfall, to face his drunken mother and the tombstone of his father. He smiled to himself and reassure Oliver that it was fine, that he'd be there with Oliver and that Oliver could lean on him, could depend on him, for the onslaught of bad memories and pain.

Until-- Felix's world collapsed into itself as Oliver curled into himself, faced with the genial and worried faces of Mr. and Mrs. Quick. Felix almost couldn't speak, his mind a tornado of questions and anger, of regret and disbelief, of rage and disappointment. They still went back to Saltburn, for the sake of the fucking birthday party, but the road to the estate was spent in excruciating silence, interjected by Oliver groveling and apologizing, and Felix stone-walling him because he couldn't think right now, couldn't think past the torrent of hurt that he felt so acutely in his chest.

He left Oliver to his own device once they arrived at Saltburn, ignoring the pang of something when they were greeted by Elspeth, and her face fell when she saw how close to tears Oliver was. How could anyone still wanted to pity Oliver, after what he had done, after the lies he had spewed out so easily to Felix? Or was it just that obvious to anyone but him, but they were too polite to tell that he was a dumbass who got manipulated so easily? Well, no more of that. Felix didn't care about Oliver anymore, everyone could take him because Felix wanted nothing to do with that wretched guy anymore.

Except that he still felt a burning rage within his chest when he saw Oliver being consoled by his parents, saw him smile shyly and hold Elspeth's hand in his, accepting the pat on the side of his face from James. What the fuck did Oliver do to make people this... malleable to him? This- this devoted? God, was Felix like them too, before he knew the truth?

He was hurt-- Oliver was his best mate, and he had lied, and it seemed like he wouldn't get retribution for his sin because everyone was too busy babying him within an inch of his life. Even Venetia and Farleigh only sighed and exchanged looks ladened with secrets as Felix told them the reason he was so agitated before the party. He had expected them to be upset in his behalf, but all Farleigh said was, "Well, it's Oliver, what can you do about it? And I don't think it's about you, Fels. Have you seen your parents with him? Even if you told them the truth, I doubt they'll kick him out of Saltburn."

The worst thing was, that it was true. Because the hours leading to the party, Oliver was stuck to Elspeth's side and occasionally glancing at him, before his gaze skittered away. Felix couldn't believe the audacity of this small, twitchy man. How dare he lied to Felix and not reap what he sow? How dare he bewitched the whole estate and had them by his side, no matter what he did? How dare he have someone else to console him and not Felix? Wasn't he his friend, the one who brought colors to his life, excitement to the dull everyday's life? Was he not the person Oliver was supposed to be faithful to, loyal to a fault? Then what the fuck was Oliver doing in Venetia's room, chuckling gently as she brushed his face with make-up? Had everyone gone crazy except for Felix?

What the fuck was happening?

The scene in the maze still happened, but instead of killing him, Oliver just closed his eyes, let the bottle fall and whispered the last 'I'm sorry' to Felix, before going back to the party, so he could tell Venetia and Farleigh to console the upset Felix. I'd like to make it that Venetia and Farleigh weren't on a witch-hunt for Oliver because, yes, they were charmed, but they also knew what Oliver really was and was entertained by his audacity in swindling Sir James and Elspeth into becoming another one of his walking wallet, making them putty underneath his hands. Of course they were worried about Felix, but really, it was so easy to see and Felix should've seen that coming, no matter how harsh and cold it seemed.

And so, Oliver wasn't kicked out from Saltburn the next morning, spending his breakfast trading stock predictions with James and ignoring Felix's burning stare in front of him. He still got the Cattons' attention and, eventually, money, even if Felix wasn't one of them. It was alright, this was something Oliver had done before, and he knew how to play it even with a few pieces gone from the board. He could still do whatever he wanted with these filthy rich people, and it was okay that Felix hated him. At least, Felix would still be here, confined within the estate and, later on, the campus, where Oliver would be there as well.

Slowly, he'd try to reconcile with Felix, because he, too, knew what Felix truly wanted. Perhaps, later on, he'd change his plan, according to the chess board, take off some figures out of the board and continuing his plan to make Felix forgive him. But not now, when he had other agenda, and he was confident that his name would be within the Cattons' will by next summer. Of that he was sure.

(No happy ending for Felix because he ought to suffer once in a while, also because I got too lazy typing this lol. Hope you enjoy!)

#shiki writes #saltburn #cattonquick #felix catton #oliver quick #ramblings #saltburn 2023 #farleigh start #venetia catton #quickstart #venetia/oliver #sir james/oliver #elspeth/oliver #all the cattons except for felix lmao

[yuesya]

Because i like to make myself and others suffer, what would yuzuki’s (heian or otherwise) reaction to be to shiki busting down the door, an inch from death after a throwdown with sukuna, killing his illness and then peacing out of life?

(I am in a very specific mood rn)

"-wait! Need to... bleeding..."

"Please... listen... going? No, you-"

"... Shiki-sama... Shiki-sama! What are you-"

...

Yuzuki wakes up.

The latticed frame of the ceiling is a familiar sight, as is the scent of bitter herbs permeating the room. Bitter herbs, mixed with the distinct tang of blood. Yuzuki is used to it. He's used to all of this.

What he's not used to, however, is the lack of pain in his chest. Yuzuki breathes in, and is surprised when it doesn't feel like there are a thousand needles stabbing into him, perforating his lungs and shredding his throat. He breathes, in and out, and it's easy.

His limbs feel light, and the ever-present headache perpetually pounding away at his skull is... gone. Gone, entirely.

"Yuzuki."

He looks up at the call of his name, and feels cold horror grip his heart.

"My lady!"

Long white hair, dirtied with blood and god-knows what else. There are gaping slashes where his lady-wife's body hangs open, revealing flesh and sinew to the air. Yuzuki can only look on with wide eyes as the injured woman lifts the knife in her hands -as if she is about to swing down and cut into him, and Yuzuki would gladly let her if that was what she desired- and throws it aside with a loud clatter.

Then, she leans forward and rests her head on his lap, directly atop his blankets.

"Please rise, my lady," Yuzuki doesn't know where to put his hands. There's so much blood everywhere, and if she's unable to heal herself, then-! "You need to be treated for these injuries! Allow me to call the clan's healers, my lady-"

"Shiki."

Yuzuki startles at the nonsensical interruption, "What?"

"Shiki," his lady-wife repeats, rolling over to peer up at him through long, lidded lashes. Even despite the blood and severity of her injuries, Yuzuki feels his heart skip a beat. "It's 'Shiki.' You never call me that, even though I told you to so many times before."

"It wouldn't be appropriate." Yuzuki was just a sickly, lowly member of the Gojo Clan. Gojo Shiki-sama, on the other hand, was the clan's pride and joy. He was unworthy of her attentions, unworthy of her regard, and unworthy of-

"You always divert things, too. Always so concerned about how others see us," the young woman in his lap sighs. "Why do they matter? Don't you love me?"

"... I do." How could he possibly not?

"Then say it to me," she commands. "Say it. 'Shiki, you're beautiful.' 'Shiki, I want to kiss you.' 'Shiki, you're my one and only.'

... 'Shiki, I love you.'"

Yuzuki feels his lips curving into a helpless smile, "How demanding, my lady."

Her eyes droop, and slowly flutter to a close.

"You're so cruel, Yuzuki," she whispers.

...

(Yuzuki does not realize it, at the time. That Shiki's eyes would close, and never open again. That she'd expended the last of her energy in somehow healing him in her last moments, instead of caring for herself. After doing battle with the King of Curses, she'd died in his arms and he... he...

...

... when a sorcerer with a line of stitches sewn across his forehead approaches him, speaking of reincarnation, Yuzuki knows that the sorcerer has his own agenda. He knows that this sorcerer had been involved with Ryomen Sukuna, knows that he'd been responsible for numerous atrocities and tragedies...

But even so, Yuzuki does not have the strength to refuse him.)

#QA #Writing #zenith of stars au #heian shiki au #hey i think i've finally settled on an answer for 'why did shiki reincarnate' #the answer is: yuzuki!

[akolnoix]

gay sex wouldn't have fixed seishin and toshio's relationship but i think they should've given it a shot anyway

#shiki #corpse demon #seishin muroi #toshio ozaki #shout out to all 5 of my fellow toshisei warriors 🫡 #got more embarrassed writing out the image descriptions than drawing the images

[musical-chick-13]

Regarding the previous post, I think the way I approach trying to evaluate a piece of art is asking "Do I think the positive things I get out of it outweigh the parts of it that I don't like?" And when I call something a "guilty pleasure" song/show/book/piece of media/etc. it's really more in the sense of, "Given who I am as a person, the flaws I've found in this should be complete dealbreakers for me, but somehow they aren't, and it makes me feel like I'm having an identity crisis."

#like. I think something like...idk shiki or cxgf excels on multiple levels. I understand why I like them. given the things I look for in art #it makes sense that these shows would speak to me because they make the effort to showcase those things I look for. because the people #in charge of those works clearly valued the same kinds of things and cared about seriously exploring them. #but with something like. uh. ctrlz. that is NOT the case and I frequently found myself going 'why would anyone make this writing #decision?' but I still sat through all 3 seasons of it! I still really enjoyed it! those flaws SHOULD have made me give up according to #personal history but they never did. and I very very much genuinely question why. I have NO IDEA why I still care about this #silly convoluted teen drama show so much. but I do. I wrote SO MANY FUCKING POSTS ABOUT IT. #I really love wicked the musical. I've heard many people call it 'hokey' or 'cheesy' or 'objectively bad' but here's the thing! I DON'T #think it's bad!!! like literally at all!!!!!! and it does do some genuinely cool things in regard to the music and the way the characters #develop and what the show says about the nature of prejudice and human connection. is it like. idk Serious™ the way that something like #Parade is? no. but it doesn't have to be. it does what it sets out to do and it does it well and this is why the whole '''objective #evaluation''' thing doesn't actually mean anything. I value thoughtfully-constructed music and dynamic female characters #(which this musical has). I value stories that deal with the complex and messy feelings that come with being a human (which this musical #has). I value stories about 'other'ness and romantic subplots that aren't just built on 'This Girl Is Pretty' (which this musical has). #and I value professional displays of technical vocal ability because I know how fucking DIFFICULT that is (which this musical...if you cast #it well...has). #if you value something else in a musical then yeah you will probably think THIS one is '''objectively bad''' #if you don't see the point of musicals as an art form you will probably think wicked is '''objectively bad''' #do you see where the problem with categorizing analysis like this is??

[purplelea]

"Eri is difficult to write since we don't know anything about her!" "She doesn't have a real personality, we don't see her at all..." Guys guys guys... You are SO WRONG it's not even funny. We know many things about Eri, actually! It's easy to build her personality from that. You just need your brain and a little bit of imagination! But since I'm a little bit too obsessed with twewy, I made a list of all canon facts we know or can easily guess about her. Feel free to add to it!

First, we know that Eri is super popular. She has many friends, we even see her hanging out with Mina (in game) or an unnamed friend (in the anime). For both times, neither of them know who Shiki is, despite her being Eri's best friend. I think we can guess from this that Eri has many friends, but none of them know her like Shiki does—in other words, she doesn't have many true connections with others.

Then we know that Shiki's self-esteem issues aren't really new. For someone who's her best friend, Eri has been really blind about that (maybe blinded by how herself put Shiki on a pedestal and admired her?) and didn't do anything about it. And when she finally did something, it was very badly said ("you're not meant to be a designer" geez Eri, are you sure that's what needs to be said to comfort Shiki, struggling on a design?).

Finally, we know that Eri does have a sharp eye, but only for fashion and trends. It's said she always notices mistakes on Shiki's designs and always points them out. She's also said to be very smart and successful at school, and of course, very pretty.

Other less important info about her are that she likes Def Märch and that her favourite clothing brand is D+B.

Remember that this is a non-exhaustive list of all we know about Eri from canon! I may have forgotten lots of stuff. Hope this helps! ^^

#i write my Eri as the total opposite of Beat: emotionally stupid and smart at school #both have hearts of gold tho #obviously #léa rambles #twewy #twewy spoilers #eri twewy #twewy eri #shiki misaki

[mayorofcattown]

so matoba definitely isn't cooking for himself right? his family is definitly old money enough to have in house chefs, there's no way this man has cooked anything a day in his life

matoba and natori are both 'grown adult men who can't cook to save their own life' but for natori it's cause he lives entirely off take out and convenience store food, while matoba just has in house staff (and shiki) for everything

#the real question is whether the food is being cooked by people or a shiki in a chef's hat #the downside to writing a fic set in one of the matobas' branch locations is now I have to figure out the logistics #of how the whole clan runs minor tasks

[the-river-of-light]

all the world's a stage; all the men and women merely players

#the world ends with you #twewy #shiki misaki #neku sakuraba #digital art #artists on tumblr #r does an art #technically speaking this is part of a larger piece but i wanted to post it on its own before it gets distorted and reshaped #also i spent way too long trying to find a reference for the writing on the hachiko statue

[secretlykoishi]

New MeguKao fic! It's rare for me to get the motivation to write during the winter but I actually pulled this off! [1k-1.5k words]

#shiki anime #shiki manga #Kaori Tanaka #Tanaka Kaori #Megumi Shimizu #Shimizu Megumi #MeguKao #lesbian #yuri #yuri ship #horror #lesbian horror #romance #lesbian romance #angst #they're lesbians your honor #fanfic #fandom #fanfiction #writing #creative writing #fanfic readers #squidgeworld #squidgeworld archive #swa #sqwa

[nutteu]

Saltburn Fic Masterpost

Hiya! Just entered the fandom lately. Mostly cattonquick, but we'll see if there's any addition. Will update with each story posted.

[AO3] [series: summer in the dark water] [ideas/ramblings]

the cotton is high

One shot

Rating: T

Words: 2,681

say hallelujah, say goodnight, say it’s never meant for us

Completed

Rating: Explicit

4 chapters

Words: 12,768

desire, like a monster, crawls up out of the lake

Ongoing

Rating: Mature

1 chapter

Words: 4,349

here are my hands (that will hurt your marrow)

Ongoing

Rating: Mature

2 chapters

Words: 3,682

put your palm before the yellow line

One shot

Rating: General

Words: 4,331

the grace of a fickle child

One shot

Rating: General

Words: 3,577

and god would set us asunder (but your sacrilege will save me)

Ongoing

Rating: Mature

3 chapters

Words: 10,487

in these dreams, it was always (never) you

One shot

Rating: Explicit

Words: 12,704

drag the inches along this gravelly road

One shot

Rating: General

Words: 1,246

#shiki writes #from ao3 #Saltburn 2023 #cattonquick #felix x oliver #oliver quick #felix catton #masterlist #saltburn

[yuesya]

Ryomen Sukuna, the double-faced specter. The undisputed King of Curses, who had claimed the title of Strongest in his time.

… Versus Gojo Satoru. The Strongest sorcerer of the modern age –the strongest by a wide margin. In this world, at least. Back in his own world, where everything (hopefully) hasn’t gone to hell in a handbasket, Geto Suguru can confidently say that it’s Gojo Satoru and Gojo Shiki who hold the title of ‘Strongest’ together between the two of them.

Suguru had never paused to think what the world might be like without them. Either of them. And in this strange new world that he’d been thrown headfirst into without any warning, in this world where Shiki doesn’t exist and Suguru himself is dead and Satoru is left to carry everything alone, it…

It means that Satoru says that he will face Sukuna by himself, and everyone else nods along to this like it’s a foregone conclusion. As if it’s only natural. And perhaps it is, and Suguru knows that Satoru has always enjoyed a challenge, but–

It’s not the same. It’s not the same. Even though rationally, he knows that the Gojo Satoru in this world isn’t his Satoru, Suguru can’t help but worry for him, even despite the smooth confidence that the other man wears like a second skin. His friends and students in this world worry too, but Suguru can see how a not-insignificant number of them also look like they can’t fathom the thought of Gojo losing.

Because Gojo-sensei is the strongest. Invincible. Immaculate and utterly untouchable, and there is no one else who comes close to approaching him.

(“Stay with us, Suguru?”)

… Suguru worries for him.

It’s why he remains at the outskirts of the battlefield, when Gojo clashes with Sukuna. Hovering, watching, as the two sorcerers tear apart their surroundings; bridges collapsing and buildings ripped apart like wet paper. Suguru himself is a Special Grade sorcerer, but the level of a fight like this remains a cut beyond him, still. Just the multiple back-to-back Domain Expansions alone would’ve been more than enough to kill him several times over. He can feel the hairs rising on the back of his neck at the cursed energy saturating the air, and the sheer power that they throw around so easily…

It’s something that he’s only ever witnessed from Satoru and Shiki before.

…

He doesn’t know how to describe it. In the aftermath of the single most destructive release of Hollow Purple that Suguru has ever seen, Gojo’s victory appears imminent. But even riddled with injuries and missing half his body as he is, Sukuna looks up with Megumi’s face and smiles, baring his teeth as he brings his hand up in a sharp slashing motion, and–

And something inside Suguru twists, blood thundering in his ears, and his reaction is entirely instinctive. Probably the result of one too many heart attacks that Satoru and Shiki have put him through over the years, if he’s being honest here–

Rainbow Dragon, the most powerful defensive cursed spirit in Suguru’s arsenal, falls to the ground in a spray of red-violet blood, sliced in half. It does not move again, and Suguru knows that it will never move again –his connection to the cursed spirit had been severed instantaneously.

But it’s worth it. Because this means that, instead of having his upper torso separated from the rest of his body, Gojo is only missing an arm and a good portion of his shoulder. It’s his right arm, though, which isn’t good; he’ll need to regenerate the limb in order to form seals for his techniques with his hand–

“… Geto?”

“Gojo,” Suguru returns breathlessly, and then there’s no more time for idle talk. Not when Sukuna laughs, and falls upon them, already having healed from his own wounds –grievous wounds that would’ve killed any other sorcerer three times over. Not when the demon is somehow able to cut through Gojo Satoru’s Limitless technique, how is that possible?!

They struggle, and fight, and do their best. It’s not enough. Suguru and Gojo aren’t as in sync with each other as they need to be against an opponent like Ryomen Sukuna. And while Suguru is a Special Grade sorcerer, he’s not a Special Grade the way that Gojo and Sukuna are–!

Even so, Suguru grits his teeth and fights, tooth and nail, because the only other alternative now that he’s well and truly involved in this (as if he could turn his back on Satoru, any version of Satoru) is to give up, and Suguru refuses to do that.

… Is this how I’m going to die?

…

In the brief instant right before Suguru knows that he is about to face certain death, when his mind is only full of an endless refrain of Satoru, Shiki, somehow–

Sukuna stops.

The monster puppeteering Megumi’s body freezes, and looks upwards. It takes a moment for Suguru to register this odd, odd reaction, and he…

… he can’t exactly blame him.

Because when Suguru decides to take his chances and glances upwards himself to see what suddenly caught Sukuna’s attention, it’s abundantly clear that there’s something wrong. The sky –pulses, for lack of a better word. A strange sort of ripple that materializes in this space without any rhyme or reason, before it stretches open, a yawning circle of something–

Something–

Nothing.

Everything.

… What opens up in the sky in this moment is a chalice of purest darkness, overflowing with brilliant light. The frozen dawn, wrought with evening stars. There are flames curling within ice, meteorites shattering into dust, entire galaxies that wither and bloom–

It doesn’t make any sense. It’s utterly incomprehensible. Suguru stares up at the yawning, gaping maw of– of something, surely, but at the same time he doesn’t know what he’s seeing at all. Infinite possibilities, finite endings. Suguru stares and stares, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing, but the more he peers into that unfathomable void in the sky, the less he can decipher from it.

It’s… almost as if his mind simply refuses to register what he’s seeing.

Then, there is a hand.

A pale, white hand, reaching out with open fingers splayed into the air. And he does mean white, alabaster-white. The hand is followed by a slender wrist, than an entire arm, and a shoulder–

… It’s a person, that much is evident from the humanoid form. The towering creature that emerges from the hole in the sky is most certainly not a person, though. In terms of size, it’s probably large enough to rival Mahoraga. And in terms of color, their coloring is wrong.

White. Solidly stark-white, like a statue carved from marble. A flawless and unblemished human form, to be sure; a distinctly androgynous work of perfection that cannot be mistaken for anything other than unnatural.

Two arms fall down at its sides, while two more sweep out with palms faced upwards. The creature also has two heads. One is attached normally to the body as a regular human would be, while the other is offset slightly above it, much like an attentive brother overlooking his sister from behind, for all their eerie similarities–

–hold on just a fucking moment.

That’s… holy shit. Holy shit. Suguru knows those faces, would know it anywhere, even on his deathbed–!

His mind promptly short-circuits at the mind-shattering revelation. It takes a solid moment, before he’s finally able to loosen his tongue enough to speak again.

“… Satoru,” Suguru whispers disbelievingly, hoping against hope and knowing what he sees down to his very soul. “Shiki?”

What the hell. What the hell.

Suguru, his beautiful, beloved, utterly mad lunatics say to him, voice sweet and ringing with dual-toned laughter. Never play hide-and-seek with us like this again.

#Writing #zenith of stars au #twin cannons au #since it's kinda been mentioned here and there in various asks before #ta-da! #i did my best to make this thing [REDACTED]-free #eldritch abomination sato-shiki lands in twin cannons-verse #well-timed entrance in their search for suguru haha #this would be the sato-shiki that truly has a cult following #suguru: i left you guys alone for a month and you got a cult??

[azumasoroshi]

ive been slowly assimilating back into durarara content via these accounts on youtube that post ~20 second clips of durarara and split them into like a million parts, probably for engagement or copyright avoidment or something

really fuckin annoying to click through like 5 videos for a one minute scene but sure whatever

i see this one clip of izaya with a bag over his head and im like wait i dont remember this

someone gives the episode number (drrx2 ten ep8) so i hop over to an anime site and start watching and bruUHHH this has no right to be so interesting what the hell

i totally forgot about the entire amphisbaena plot but like damn this scene???

izaya playing dumb is like. a joy to watch i dont even know

this smug little shit i could analyse you for hours

you can feel the calculations coming off of him lmfao like "oh this bitch set me up"

his little cat smile ugh. he still has contol over the situation.

immediately makes it clear to her that whatever resemblance he has to nakura, he is 100% definitely NOT him!! hahaha!!!! i dont know if akane's ever heard the name izaya orihara but he is not about to introduce himself to her

ok thats really cute actually askdjhgksjd she's so tiny

her still looking at izaya because he looks like nakura but he isn't?? who the fuck is that??

and izaya looking like :> but inwardly being like jesus christ dodged a bullet there

and even with all that shiki's still sus as hell of izaya

idk i feel like this is a really fun example of the mind games that goes on in durarara and i kinda wanna watch it in full now :sob:

part 2 of soro loses their mind over durarara

#izaya orihara #durarara #shiki haruya #akane awakusu #gonna be honest i only remembered akane beacuse i was looking up shizuo clips on youtube #and one of them was him doing the ehe :P time to go find my good friend izaya!! acting bit #which i do want to talk about later because shizuo canonically being a better/more talented actor than kasuka is such good idea fuel #like. the shizaya aus you could extract from that #ANYWAY #izaya is cool the writing of durarara is cool

[avicebro]

spice

kara no kyoukai | ryougi shiki/kokutou mikiya

mature | shibari, bdsm elements (note, there is no sex in the fic itself)

mikiya suggests they try shibari.

for the @nasuversepromptweeks day 1 - bdsm/roleplay

[ link to the fic ]

#kara no kyoukai #ryougi shiki #mikiya kokutou #knk #pollyux writes

[k1rishiki]

one thing abt shiki that becomes more evident the more you think about it is the way drinking someone's blood is a metaphor for sex. like i thought it early on but then dismissed it as fujoshibrain getting to me but then i think sunako's story paralleling a child being preyed upon (having been excited to meet her parents' friend then being lured into a private space and then attacked) makes it pretty explicit. like if we go chronologically (through the. major instances of the theme. sometimes someone's blood being sucked is just that) the first time it really shows up is megumi's insistence that she'll be the one to turn natsuno bc of her crush on him, which frames the act of drinking blood as something intimate, then later when she finds out natsuno's not just been avoiding her (as she's been watching him while he sleeps and so has started staying over tohru's house) but has been avoiding her for tohru (who she's previously expressed romantic jealousy over) and sleeping in his bed, she decides to punish natsuno by assaulting tohru while natsuno watches. then after tohru turns he's the one tatsumi sends to drink natsuno's blood, something that needs to be done by the shiki bc natsuno is a problem for them, but still tatsumi waited bc he knew natsuno's feelings for tohru would lead to him consenting, which he did, meanwhile tohru feels a ton of guilt and shame for the act of drinking blood. we'll come back to that. also when he drinks natsuno's blood he always does it by slipping in through his bedroom window and pinning him to the bed. which is. a choice considering the way natsuno initially offered for his blood to be drank was through the arm. then later on when ritsuko (who tohru explicitly has a crush on) is turned and it's time for her to drink blood, she refuses bc she'd hate herself too much for preying on the innocent, meanwhile tohru pleads with her to drink the blood and be more like him in order to make him feel less dirty for having already done so. and then we also see it a lot with chizuru, specifically when she turns atsushi, having seduced him and then when he invited her to come in and presumably do smthing sexual, she drinks his blood, and again when she drinks dr ozaki's blood, she first makes an attempt to seduce him, and then subsequently proceeds to have him parade her around in town like she's his housewife. also in regards to her human husband, he relishes when she gives him the grace of drinking his blood. and last example i promise but when kyouko was turned, she had invited tatsumi in bc she was bored by her husband and wanted to spend time with another man. and got her blood sucked. also the banning of drinking childrens' blood bc that's a step too far for the shiki, even if their main goal is to make all their loved ones like them, and the shiki ostracizing yuzuki for exclusively targetting underage boys. need i say more. oh here's what it looks like when tohru sucks natsuno's blood btw .

#writing essays on shiki in the hopes that someone will go 'hey that's my favorite motif' and watch it. also bc no one else is analyzing it #bc the world completely forgot it exists #romeo.txt

[musical-chick-13]

"This show is SO good, you should watch it!!"

I gotta be honest. If I look at a character list on Wikipedia and get five characters down without seeing a single woman, it's probably not for me.

#I have no patience for 'there is exactly one woman in the main/supporting cast' anymore #unless the writing is INCREDIBLE and the themes are explored with a type of depth and nuance I can't get anywhere else (like shiki) #(daily media plug for shiki) #then I just. probably will not vibe with it. if there are no women. (also shiki DOES have interesting female characters in it) #and this isn't to say that like. things involving men or talking about men or that have a male protagonist are Not Worth #My Time that is NOT what I'm saying at all. I just want like. several women. who show up and affect the story. like LITERALLY that is all I #am asking for. I feel like that's just. the bare minimum. but alas. #mel screams about fictional ladies again #there are plenty of things that are male-character-focused that I enjoy and even genuinely think are good! but I do want people to #ask themselves why they aren't willing to go to bat for media that DOES have more women in the cast than men. #(I mean. the answer is misogyny. but I want people to be. aware of that. and evaluate accordingly) #(evaluate meaning 'acknowledge I have some biases I need to continue deconstructing' not 'drop interest in everything tumblr #user musical-chick-13 personally doesn't like') #I feel like so many times we get trapped in this space between overcorrection via 'don't like ANYTHING that's pRoBLeMaTiC in ANY way' #and people taking the 'it's fiction it's not that deep' to the conclusion of 'because I cannot actually hurt fictional characters because #they're not real that means I am incapable of hurting irl people when they talk about those characters' #like there is. nuance here. there is a middle ground. and most people have NO interest in finding it lmao #and like...if you carry your biases from irl (which EVERYONE HAS. INCLUDING ME. COURTESY OF LIVING IN A PREJUDICED SOCIETY.) into a #direct and one-to-one evaluation of stories or characters that allow you to exercise those biased ideas. then that reinforces those biases #like. no hating...for example every anime lady isn't the same as structural misogyny like the pay gap or anti-women violence #but if you automatically associate the idea of 'female character' with 'lesser-than' it strengthens the already-present societal idea that #women are not as important or dynamic or worthy of support and attention as their male peers. if you are willing to see every (white) #fictional man as having interiority and depth but struggle to see that in any fictional woman then it adds to the things society is already #telling us about women. it creates an association of 'women' with 'inferiority' and uh. that's what misogyny is. #it is not the same as misogynistic crimes against irl women but it IS a reflection of the rhetoric and societal impulses that lead to them #and even if it's a reflection and not the actual thing. it's still important to break down and examine and reevaluate because #if we don't examine our OWN biases. then even if we tear down the greater oppressive structure we'll just end up building it back up again #no your thousands of words of m/m fanfiction or liking late 2000s shonen anime isn't responsible for misogyny nor are these things #inherently misogynistic. I just want like. some acknowledgement that something being 'for fun' doesn't automatically mean that bias/ #prejudice is nowhere to be found

[unholyfangirling]

Choose

A different last meeting between friends turned enemies.

"

The look on Seishin's face is wide-eyed, shocked. A strange thing to see on his normally neutral visage.

"...Toshio." he says, as if the wind has been knocked out of him.

Toshio takes out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one on the nearby flame covering a wall, "Yeah, did you miss me?" The man puts the cigarette in his mouth and inhales, "I think we've both been up to things since the last time we properly saw each other."

Toshio is doused in blood, just like the night they went their separate ways. Seishin grits his teeth, knowing what the other man is here for.

"

(A short AU where Toshio decides to join the search party for Seishin and Sunako, can be read as platonic or romantic Toshio/Seishin.)

~

Choose

Sotoba burns all around Toshio Ozaki. The small, isolated village of barely 1,300 people that had been his home since birth turns to ash before his eyes. Toshio rushes to hide all the Shiki’s bodies he had convinced the other villagers to massacre; before outside authorities see the fire. In an alternate universe, Toshio is asked to hunt down his childhood friend. A monk who had sympathized with the Shiki and was helping their leader escape. He declines. 

In this world, he hesitates. 

He thinks of their little village, overrun with Shiki. People dying or “moving out” every day. A village surrounded by death. Toshio, the village doctor by birthright as the only Ozaki left, has seen so much grief over and over and over again. Grandparents, mothers, sons, fathers, children, infants. Wasting away in merely a couple of days, hypnotized to refuse medical attention. Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone. Gone. Toshio decides he wants to kill the traitorous bastard himself. He finds that he agrees with another Shiki who had tried to kill him a few days ago. Wasn’t it better to be killed by a friend than a stranger?

Toshio goes to hunt down Seishin Muroi with the other men in the forest. He and Ookawa are soon the only ones left as the other men run from the fire. Toshio hears the gasp of a child and the men give chase, losing each other in the dark forest, his only source of light the flames lighting up the night. When the doctor finds the other man again, it's in an old rundown church, already feeding the flames. Arriving in time to see Seishin killing Ookawa to save Sunako Kirishiki. Toshio quickly hides behind the wall. The leader of the Shiki in the body of a child cries and contemplates suicide, ruminates on what she had done to live for so long. Toshio listens in to what he tells Sunako to convince her she was justified in killing humans to survive. His teeth gritted harder with every word, every comforting parole.

But also with the knowledge that Seishin was right.

"Whoever you are hiding behind the door, show yourself or I'll kill you." Seishin says suddenly. He must have waited to finish comforting Sunako before revealing Toshio’s presence.

Toshio tenses up, pressing his back harder against the burning hot wall. He realizes Seishin shouldn't have known he was there. Not within normal human senses anyway. It makes his heart clench with a desperate no not you I can't have lost you to them too- but for only a second. Toshio wasn’t going to stop now. He had killed his own wife after all, and recorded the experiments(torture) he’d preformed on her to prove the existence of the Shiki. He held no regret for it in his heart. Seishin wouldn’t get special treatment.

Toshio realizes he lost Seishin longer ago. Whether the man was turned Shiki or not, the doctor would have lost him anyway. All because of the monk's goddamn bleeding heart.

At the irony, Toshio chokes out a mockery of a laugh as he answers, "Oh yeah? What makes you think you won't kill me anyways?"

There's a pause in the air after Toshio speaks. Seishin would know his voice anywhere, even as the church burns around them. Toshio pushes himself off the wall and puts himself in the doorway.

The look on Seishin's face is wide-eyed, shocked. A strange thing to see on his normally neutral visage.

"...Toshio." he says, as if the wind has been knocked out of him.

Toshio takes out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one on the nearby flame covering a wall, "Yeah, did you miss me?" The man puts the cigarette in his mouth and inhales, "I think we've both been up to things since the last time we properly saw each other."

Toshio is doused in blood, just like the night they went their separate ways. Seishin grits his teeth, knowing what the other man is here for.

"You don't have to do this. I wont hurt you if you leave now, but I will if I have to Toshio."

The doctor only grins, taking out two stakes from his bag, "So? What are you waiting for? Aren't you planning on getting out of here alive?" The doctor pauses in mocking consideration, "Or undead I suppose." His eyes drift to Seishin's hand, protectively holding the girl's, Sunako. The Shiki leader. That's all he needs to know to feel not an ounce of regret as he lunges without warning.

Then Seishin is holding him aloft by the neck in half a second, Toshio chokes.

"Don't touch her." the monk growls, actually growls. Toshio supposes the transformation must have changed his character quite a bit. The doctor is unheeding of the hand at his throat and lack of air in his lungs. Though still struggling quite a bit, he tries to injure Seishin with the stake he had not dropped. The doctor wonders at the speed at which his friend had moved. Almost lightning quick. Even the speed the Shiki ran from the villagers couldn't compare; Seishin had scaled half the church in less than a second. The doctor had barely seen him move.

Seishin wasn't like the other Shiki. Toshio thinks and paws at the man's arm. Feeling the still throbbing, if weak, pulse underneath the flesh; no, his friend had become something quite like what Natsuno had shown him.

"You're-" Toshio chokes out, "Jinrou-"

The monk masks his surprise slower than he normally would, "I suppose I am."

"Heh- guess I wouldn't-" The doctor gasps out, "have wanted to die- by any other- hand-"

Seishin frowns and loosens his hold, "And what makes you think I'll kill you? I’m a Shiki but I still care about you."

"I'm your biggest enemy right now. Sotoba won't survive this, I'll spend the rest of my life hunting you down, wherever you go." says Toshio, breathing a little easier.

"Toshio-"

"I'm not willing to let you go so easily, you're going to have to kill me, old friend."

Seishi's grip tightens, "No. I've made up my mind, both of us are getting out of this mess alive."

Toshio scoffs, the doctor’s words are harder to get through his captive throat again, "That- wont be possible, I can tell- you've made up your mind- on whose side you're on. Choose- Kill me now- or live to regret it later. It's all about survival- isn't that what you told Sunako?"

"Curse you Toshio, I won't do it!" There's a hardness in Seishin's eyes that had taken hold of him through all this devastation, "I'm not losing you too, not by my own hand."

"It's not that you're afraid to kill- You killed Ookawa like it was nothing," Toshio glances to the body hanging halfway out of a shattered mosaic window, already eaten by the flames, "As I said: Choose."

Seishin raises his voice, "And I said NO!"

Toshio fights Seishin as much as he can, stabbing him with the stake, for all the effect it seems to have on him. Seishin only looks at him though; with things in his stare the doctor doesn't want to decipher. They stay in a momentary stalemate until Sunako urgently tugs at Seishin's robe, "Please we have to leave now. I don't want to die anymore, you've convinced me. Let's go. Please."

"Maybe you'd rather- the both of us burn to death," Toshio grins with cruelly twisted lips, "Choose."

Seishin looks scared of him, as if their positions were switched, eyes wide but calculating. Then after a second's hesitation, resoluteness in his voice, Seishin speaks.

"I won't."

That's the only warning the doctor gets before Seishin drops him. The other man uses Toshio's surprise to execute an upwards strike to his chin. Hard.

It knocks the doctor out cold.

When Toshio wakes up- five minutes later because Seishin's newly enhanced speed and strength- he's in the back of a moving truck. He is shaken awake by the other passengers. They tell him the man carrying him had jumped in front of the truck. Telling them Toshio was injured and that he had to run back and get more people, but not to wait for him to come back.

Now, as Toshio sits in the back of that truck, smoking a cigarette and nursing his jaw as he watches Sotoba burn to the ground, he wonders how long it will be before he meets Seishin again.

And if by then the man will have made his decision.

#SPOILERS IN THE ATTACHED IMAGES!!!! #spoilers #shiki spoilers #spoilers for EP 22-The Final Hunt #1000 word count #reading time: 5 minutes #shiki #shiki anime #toshio ozaki #seishin muroi #sunako kirishiki #this was written because I needed a more satisfying ending to the series #my writing #open to criticism #I would like to get better at my writing #I was literally so pissed that the last time they see each other is through a fucking car window as they're driving past each other #AND THE ENTIRE TIME I'M THINKING this cant be it this cant be it this cant be it this cant be it this cant be it cuz bruhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnoooo #my posts

[akagamiko]

Given Film Red being in the sort of canon space that most of the other movies are (the movie itself not being canon, but Uta being a canon character as shown in the manga), here are my Thoughts on Uta and Shanks for this blog’s canon:

When Uta accidentally unleashes the Tot Musica as a child, it ends up being too much of a strain on her and kills her. Without it’s host, the Tot Musica is stopped. However, in a blind rage over her death, Shanks wipes out all of Elegia--killing the civilians and ordering the crew to loot any goods from the wreckage before they depart.

He doesn’t have the heart to tell Luffy that she was killed and he doubles down on not taking kids with him.

Given how protective he was during her childhood, outside of his crew, the only ones who knew about her were Buggy, Mihawk, and Rayleigh. He does not and will not talk about her, though a few remnants of her exist on his ship.

#obviously if anyone wants to write within the context of the movie (him leaving her on elegia) i'm here for it #but i treat uta like shiki in that she's canon but the movie isn't #so this will be the canon for uta on this blog #it fits better canon wise going with the anime and manga (given her appearance in it while shanks is thinking about the others) #but also i need more morally grey shanks who is f*cked up #more of him not being a good guy #and tbh i really wanted him to wipe out an island i'm sorry #UTA. #HEADCANON. #this has been in my drafts forever #but y'all know by now how much i love my girl <3