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[kentopedia]

♰ skipping heartbeats — nanami kento

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖ KINKTOBER NO. 3 - curse user!nanami

nanami wants to see every jujutsu sorcerer dead, but he might make an exception just for you

contents. fem!reader, nsfw minors dni, sorcerer!reader, rough sex, slight overstimulation, begging, pet names, unprotected sex, villain nanami, jjk typical violence, tw mahito apperance :/, exes, angst, soft dom nanami, wall sex — 5.6k

He was never the same after Shibuya.

It's been two years, but you still remember that October with clarity. Memories blur at the back of your eyelids each night, carving images into your irises; each time you think you’ll get a full night of sleep, Nanami Kento returns to haunt your dreams, then lingers to steal your waking moments.

The change in him had been gradual, subdued. He’d hidden it well, so well, in fact, that everyone had believed that he was doing fine. Even you, the one who should’ve known him better than anyone, had never gotten him to reveal his darkest thoughts.

His succumb to madness was slow, but it was the consequence of a near decade. The burden of a sorcerer weighed heavily on everyone, but it hit Nanami the hardest, years and years of survivor’s guilt and misery bearing on his shoulders.

Then Halloween in Shibuya had happened; Nanami nearly lost his life, and something in him snapped. It wasn’t long after that he left. You haven’t seen him since.

Close to twenty-four months have passed since he disappeared, but his presence still lingers, twisting your world and your life into a den of chaos. No one is left at the school, and there are hardly any sorcerers left in Japan. Those who are still alive have moved anywhere but Tokyo, and those who stay know it won’t be long before they lose their lives too.

Your breath catches as you listen in silence, recounting every moment that led you here.

There is a scream from the other building, listlessly crying for help, but you won’t reach them in time, nor do you have the power to fight back. Despite your endless intelligence, your technique isn’t built for combat. It isn’t a threat to semi-grade one curses, and it certainly isn’t a threat to Nanami Kento.

You squeeze your eyes shut, slumping against the wall as you hold your arm, a bloodied wound seeping through your sleeve. There is no one here to heal you, no one left to help. Shoko moved away from the school months ago, once she realized that too many sorcerers are dying and Gojo is never coming back.

After that, many of the students left too; save for the few third years that had been determined to stay and fight.

The scream sounds again, before it’s cut off, abruptly. Another student gone. Another sorcerer dead.

You’d been such a fool to think you could take the place of people like Yaga, Gojo, Nanami; that you could bring together the last remaining sorcerers in the city. They’d been ones to look up to, strong and steadfast, but you are neither of those things.

You are the weak one who’d managed to stay alive, and the last person that probably should’ve.

Still, you persist, not giving into death so easily. There has to be an escape route; if you can’t save the students, maybe, just maybe, you can save yourself. There is still hope, as long as just one sorcerer is left in Tokyo. The school can be rebuilt, the curses can be exorcised, and things can go back to normal.

As long as you stay alive.

You listen, waiting for another sound before you move, attuned to your surroundings. The doors are shut, locking you in, and it’s too dark, too empty in the building for you to hide anywhere. Classrooms you’d once shared with Gojo open up like an endless chasm, the vending machine you got sodas from with Geto leers at you, and the hallways you’d kissed Kento in…

The memories are so soured.

You’re so close to the door, though. So close, and you can be free of the ghostly memories, and this time, you’ll leave Tokyo once and for all.

There is nothing left for you here now. With each day that passes, you start to realize more and more that no one is coming back. They’re all gone, and Nanami is not the man he’d once been.

You shuffle along the wall, trying to stay hidden in the shadows, away from the lights that flicker up above, destroyed by the veil of cursed energy. While your entire life has been a cacophony of evil, never before have you felt, so intensely, that you’re in a horror film. You are the final girl, ironically, without an ounce of heroine vigor.

All you have is a sliver of willpower to stay alive; just a few feet away, and you’ll be there, outside, able to escape from this pit of hell.

It’s so close—but not close enough.  

“There you are!” a voice cries out, ringing like a jovial song through the hallways. It is eerily familiar, much too high-pitched and enthusiastic for such a brutal warzone. “We’ve been looking for you.”

You turn, shoulders stiff as you try hard not to freeze. Behind you, a young curse stands casually, his blue hair rolling over one of his shoulders, a stitched face smiling at you evilly. He’s pleased to see you, that much is obvious, and he prances over to you, fingers waving in the air.

“Oh, I can’t wait! I have to make you last because we’re running out of sorcerors to play with!” The tone is horrifyingly amused, more frightening than Geto in his final hours, of any of the clan higher-ups, even of Gojo at his absolute worst.

It’s the tone of someone who feels nothing, who cares about nothing, and who will enjoy watching you bleed.

You open your mouth, throat dry as you scramble for words, for a way to defend yourself. Three seconds stretch out into a minute while you contemplate, but Mahito is already upon you, his eyes flashing with excitement.

This would be it, wouldn’t it? How poetic that this wretched curse would be the one to kill you, after he took everything from you two years ago.

He advances; but something stops him, another aura. It’s not as powerful, but it’s much more commanding, much more human.

“Mahito.” The tone is forceful, flat, without any nuance of sound. It comes from behind you, and you stiffen, knowing from the simple string of letters who it is. The sound of the voice has something unfurling in your chest, choking you, rendering you helpless. “Don’t touch her.”

“Why?” Mahito whines, curling his fingers around your hair, his cursed face and energy too close, too frightening for you to move. “There’s no one left to kill. What am I supposed to do now?”

“Find something.” Nanami’s to you in just a few steps, and you can feel his presence behind you, the voice that slowly sneaks up on you. He smells the same as he did back then, and you squeeze your eyes shut, try to remember that he’s not Kento anymore, and whoever he is, you don’t love him.

You can’t.

“I’ll take care of her.”

Mahito grumbles, but after a few seconds of staring down Nanami, he leaves, skipping off to some other corner of the school. It’s disgusting how pleased he is by the murders he’s committed, but why shouldn’t he be? If his goal is to rid the world of sorcerers, he’s done quite well at accomplishing it.

Which meant every one of your students is dead. Which meant any remaining sorcerers are gone for good. There isn’t a jujutsu sorcerer left in Tokyo but you, and even though you need to call for help, no one can get here fast enough to save you.

Nanami, slowly, comes around to glower before you, standing too close, his breath ghosting your shoulders. You feel his gaze like daggers, dragging over every inch of you, regarding you with a thinly veiled disgust.

You’re not ready to face him, not after all the time you’ve been apart, but you don’t have a choice. He’s in front of you within seconds, looking down at you from the bridge of his nose, his hair mussed, but still in the same style that he’d worn two years ago.

It is, really, the only thing about him that hasn’t changed.

“How the hell did you end up back here?” That’s the first thing he says, the tone crazed and so opposite of the flat inflection his voice had always held. The sound leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, and you twitch, trying to keep your expression from shifting. Not even a simple greeting before he’s already mocking you, judging your poor choices, the ones that will get you killed.

You say nothing, but regard him with a dry mouth, letting your eyes drift across his broad shoulders, down his chest. He’s covered in blood, stained deep maroon—evidence of his murders, the color so different than the gore of curses.

The old beige suit is gone, replaced by an expensive black one, tailored perfectly to every angle of his body. Nanami has traded in the blue button-up for a crisp burgundy one, and though the tie is different, it’s recognizable.

You’d gotten him that tie for his 28th birthday, one of black silk embossed with flowers, tiny white ones woven within the vines. You’d purchased it on your trip abroad.

It makes you sick. You’re not sure how long you can look at him without expelling the contents of your stomach.

“You know,” he says, not waiting for you to answer as he walks around, swinging his weapon that is now used for evil. “I thought that maybe when I left, you’d decide to do something with your life.” His irises that are now so dark, nearly black, pin you. Gone, too, are the old glasses, exposing his severe, narrowed eyes. “You stayed in Tokyo to rot.”

“What choice did I have?” you ask, wishing you could speak without your voice cracking. Yet, when Nanami stalks you like prey, calculating, the familiar blade in his hands, you feel a flare of fear start up in your stomach.

You don’t know the man before you. He’s beautiful, as handsome as you remember. Yet, he stares at you with disdain, and he’s cruel, so cruel. His lips are hardened into a permanent scowl, seeping through his merciless laugh.

“Well,” Nanami stops pacing and stands in front of you, running a hand down the side of the cursed tool, thoughtful. “I had hoped you’d come with me, but I knew better than to ask. Your moral convictions would have prevented that, darling.” A smile drips with poison as your steadfastness falters, the name sliding smoothly off his tongue, something about it still so sweet, even with his malice. “You always were too good for me.”

That isn’t true, at least, not in your mind. He had been a good man once, the very best. Maybe you could’ve done something to stop this, to help him. Yet, as many times as you run it over in your mind, even you can’t pinpoint the exact moment he’d fallen.

“You’re right,” you say, grateful that your voice sounds a little stronger, a little harder. “I never would’ve come with you. You’ve killed our friends. You’ve killed children, Nanami.”

Something shifts between you; his eyes widen as he takes another pace forward, nothing but inches separating you. Against every intelligent cell in your body, your heart skips, breath catching at his proximity.

“Nanami?” he asks, eyebrows pulling together with a sigh. The air grows stagnant around you as he notices the lack of warmth behind your apathetic eyes. “Here I thought you’d still call me by my name. We did once share a bed after all.”

“That means nothing to me now,” you spit, wishing he would stop staring at you with such hunger. You’ve never been immune to him, and you’re not sure you are now, not sure that you won’t waver at his feet, if even out of panic. He’s so solid before you, a resolute being of power. Perhaps he’s even stronger now than he was before. “Look at you. I don’t know who you are.”

Nanami points the sword at your throat, and though it’s blunt, not sharp enough to do any damage, you still weaken in the knees, stare back at him with something akin to dread. Your eyes are wide, but your breath comes out steady as your hands shake by your sides.

“I’m the person who decided to do something, finally.” Nanami raises his voice, every word punctuated by years of repressed anger. “Sorcerers grumbled for decades, centuries, but no one made any effort to make a change.” His jaw clenches as he drops the weapon back down, sniffing with abhorrence. Nanami’s in your personal space, his breath hot on your cheeks, and you feel tears well up in your eyes, even when you’re not sure why. “Even Gojo Satoru, who claimed to hate the higher-ups, who saved Yuuji Itadori, did little. I’m the person who realized that nothing’s going to change, not unless the system is burned from the inside out.”

A twitch starts from your heels, rising as he glares down at you. His features are tense, every muscle in his body taut. Still, there’s something about him. There’s something about the way he’s wearing the tie you once bought him, as familiar as the tall, strong frame that leers over you.

“There’s none of us left, Nanami,” you say, blinking away those tears, even though he’s already spotted them, the corner of his lips quirking with a crazed glint to his eyes. “You’ve made sure of that.”

“Then a new order of sorcerers can build its way from the ground up.” Nanami leans forward, his face near yours as he cocks his head. “I’ve succeeded.”

You squeeze your fingers into your shirt, twisting them around the stiff cotton tightly. Your heel slips just one inch back, away from him, and the movement doesn’t go unnoticed by your ex-lover.

He scoffs, a smirk widening.

“What’s wrong?” Nanami says. A veiny hand snakes between you, and he cups your cheek with a softness that goes against every fiber of what he stands for. “Are you afraid of me?”

Your lips part, but words don’t come out. Instead, you blink up at him with glossy eyes, your heart hammering in your chest.

“You probably should be,” he continues, his fingers brushing your jaw, luring you in, a security blanket that he will snatch away once you get comfortable. “I’ve ruined your life.”

The room feels colder than it did before, as terror starts pressing down on you, your entire body shaking with anxiety. Still, your eyelids flutter at his touch, every cell within you reacting out of muscle memory, weakened by the killer’s touch.

“A life that you once promised to protect.”

He smiles, and it’s so cold, a rival only to the devil's, even though it ignites a flame in your chest. “Why do you think I saved you for last?”

Your eyes burn with tears.

“Still as pretty as I remember,” Nanami hums on the edge of a sigh, and his gaze darts all over your face, searching for a secret buried there. His tone is rough, but, somehow, there’s an ounce of affection there too, like a part of him is still holding onto the near decade you were together. It’s no consolation, but it gives you some satisfaction; at least it meant something. “You have a new boyfriend?”

You turn hot all over at the way he grins at you, watches the flush form on your face as your eyes fly open. Nanami has you in the palm of his hand, easily, and whatever happens, it’ll be up to him. “N-no,” you stutter, his thumb sliding over your mouth, knocking against your teeth.

His grin is wild, predatory. “I knew I’d ruined you for anyone else.”

A breath catches in your throat, and your chest rises and falls heavily from the wave of desire that goes straight to your stomach. You feel as if your knees might give out, that you might need to grab onto him, just to stand upright.

It’s sickening, and you hate yourself, hate how much you want him, even though he’s the one that killed the people you care most about.

“Kento?” you ask in a small voice. “Are you going to kill me?”

“I don’t know.” He softens, just a hair, and easily, he’s back to the man you remember, the sweet, caring one you thought you’d marry one day. “I probably should… but I think I might just fuck you instead.” The words are muttered against your lips, and you stumble forward, gripping his strong biceps, a feeble attempt to keep from puddling at his feet.

His face clears once again, stoic, and harsh. Maybe it’s all a ploy to get you in his arms, to weaken you even further, but you don’t care. You’ve missed him, you’ve missed him so much, and you’d die to kiss him one more time. The blood on his face doesn’t matter; nothing matters except how much you once loved him, the love that never went away, even in the times you wanted to hate him.

You wonder whether or not Satoru would sympathize if he was here. Maybe he’d understand why you never went after Nanami and holed yourself up in the school instead. Although you tried to protect your students, you could never act out of violence, and that had cost you everything.

You know you've made mistakes, perhaps more than anyone, but you can’t control your heart; it’s a heart that is caged by steely ribs, and still the possessor of your fragile mind.

“Kento,” you say, running your hands all over him, the muscles that have only hardened, grown with time. “I miss you.”

It’s nothing more than a whisper, but it still changes his entire demeanor, turns him into something desperate. Kento comes on twice as strong; every caress sends a wave of need through you. When you whimper, toppling under his gentle touches, he kisses you hard, pushes you backwards into the wall.

The taste of his lips is almost too much, a conflict of memories piling onto you, transporting you into a version of yourself that is two years younger, much more hopeful. You kiss him like you’re twenty-two, unsharpened by the world, because despite what you have suffered, life was better seven years ago than it is now.

The illusion is short-lived, though; Kento is rougher than he used to be, and he shoves you hard, bruises your lips. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, sloppy kisses smearing saliva all over your cheeks.

He may not be as kind as he once was, but you’ll never be able to deny your attraction for him.

“Fuck.” Kento unzips his slacks, palming at the bulge that already lies within the tight material. “Look what you do to me, baby.” It catches you off guard; he’s never called you that before, never sounded so lewd instead of loving. “Think I started getting hard the second I saw you. Remember the last time I was inside you?”

You groan against his lips, breathing heavily as you thread your smaller hands in his hair. He tastes like alcohol, and you know that he’s always enjoyed a drink, but it was never this prominent on his tongue. That observation alone makes you wonder what else about him has changed; if he sleeps on the same side of the bed now that you’re gone, if he likes to read just as much as before, if he still takes his coffee with just a splash of milk.

The thoughts hurt, searing a hole through your chest. You try to ignore them.

As you kiss, Kento manhandles you backwards, his fingers spread over your collarbones. Your back hits the wall, a ghoulish crack reverberating throughout the room. It hurts, but the pain is outweighed by the feeling of him all over your body, the sheer anticipation for him to touch you like you need.

“Want you,” you say, as his hands clamp around your delicate wrists, pinning them against the wall. Kento’s palms are so much bigger; he’s so strong that it’s devastating. You have no choice but to let him take from you, to kiss down your neck and leave a bruise you won’t be able to cover up in the morning. “Please.”

“Dirty girl,” he laughs, breathless against your throat, the sound vibrating against the strained tendons there. Hastily, he spins you around, forces your face into the wall, your chest pressed into it. Your cheek is cold, smashed into your bone against the plaster. “I’ve killed everyone in this building, and here you are, begging me to touch you.”

The rough tone sends desire coursing through you, and you cry out against the wall as arousal bleeds out of you. Kento kisses you, across your shoulders, his cock pressing up against you, hard and thick.

A groan releases into your ear, and you squirm, rubbing your thighs together in anguish. Begrudgingly, Kento lets one of your wrists go so that he can drag your skirt down, leaving you with shivering legs in the cool October evening.

You reach back to grab at him, desperately needing him inside of you; but he stills you with his hand, laughing eagerly into your skin.

“So impatient. Thought I taught you better than that.” Though, he drags your panties down quicker, lets them pool at your ankles along with the dark-colored skirt. It’s obvious he wants you just as much; he wastes no time dragging a hand down his cock, the tip already beginning to leak.

“Kento,” you say against the cold wall, throbbing, swallowing down all your need for him. It’s too dark for you to see every one of his pretty features, but his shadowy eyes gleam ruthlessly in the moonlight. “Let me kiss you again—”

Kento tsks and shakes his head, brushing your hair over one shoulder. “Now, that can’t happen. You’ll fall in love with me again too easily.” A laugh forces its way out of his chest, and you hate that the sound creates pressure in your body. You’re already in love with him, but his grip is too tight on you; you can’t kiss him, even though you want to.

A finger runs between your folds as Kento reaches between your legs, gathering slick in the process. His skin is cold, and you whimper; he used to be so warm, a natural furnace. Yet, he’s teasing you now, listening to your breathy little whispers as you lean back into him.

Without thinking, you grasp his hand with your own, slide it forward as the veins and tendons flex under your palm. This time, he complies; he lets you push his fingers into your cunt, much thicker and longer than your own.

“Oh sweetheart,” he says, full of scornful sympathy, so contrary to the soft kisses on your neck. “You’re soaked. Have you really missed me that much?”

Your breath grows hot, heavy as he sinks his fingers deeper into you. You think about how much you loved him two years ago, and how much you still do.

Everyone you care about is gone, everyone but him. Perhaps Kento is the only one who’s truly ever mattered, because even if you’d been asked to kill him, you never would’ve done it, never could’ve; you’re not strong enough.

That’s where you and Satoru differ.

Kento slides his fingers in and out, stretching you, brushing against your swollen clit that’s begging to be touched by him. He bites down hard on your shoulder, blooms a bruise there and marks you as his forever, even if you’d never be anyone else’s anyways.

Already, you feel your climax building; you’re breathing heavier, crying out his name in a voice that doesn’t quite sound like your own. “I’m c-close,” you manage, and that is the wrong thing to say. He stills all at once and slips his fingers out of you, a web of arousal smeared over his knuckles.

Between your legs, you’re sticky, cold, but you barely notice. Your attention is directed on how aching and empty you are when his hands leave your body.

With a whine, you force your hips backwards, hating the chill that surrounds you all at once. “I wanna cum—”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Kento smiles against your neck and drags his cock against the small of your back, swollen and hard. “But I know you can ask much nicer than that.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, “please, Kento, please, please, I need you, I—”

“There’s my good girl.” A breathy laugh leaves him as he angles the tip against your entrance, slow, pressing into you. “Fuck,” Kento groans, loudly, drawing out the syllables. “Squeezing me so tight, baby, you’ve been waiting just for me?”  

“Ken—” you say, and it’s all you can manage, the little nickname that no one’s ever called him but you. Kento buries himself inside you, his hot, muscular chest pressing into your back, pinning you against the cold wall. He’s so much bigger and wider, and his body encases you, shielding you from the agony that he’s dealt with his own hand.

You’re not sure if you can stand on your own — not under the weight of your solid and forceful affection for him.

“I know, I know," he says to the sweet sounds that escape you. "I’ve got you.”

Kento reaches around and cups your breast, squeezing hard. His thumb flicks over your nipple, the nail dragging against it cruelly as he swirls over the padded bra. Still, his blanketed touch is electrifying; your fingers curl into the wall, smooth, clawing without anything to grab onto.

He fucks into you, slowly, his strained cock rough against your walls. It’s just as you remember, and you long for your old life, wishing that there was a sorcerer out there whose technique could somehow turn back time. Then, you’d do something different, even if you’re not sure what.

With each thrust, his speed increases, hitting deeper and deeper inside you. Kento’s groans are so pretty, and tears roll down your cheeks at the feeling of him within you, surrounding you, the man you still touch yourself to at night, even when he’s a cold-blooded killer.

“It’s been a while since anyone’s fucked you like this, hm?” Kento says, cooing, almost sorry, even if he doesn’t realize how true that is. You feel dizzy with him, the sound of his syrupy voice, so deep and invigorating. “Need to cum so bad, don’t you, pretty?”

“Please,” you say, and you almost tell him you love him, almost let it slip, even though it can’t. This is nothing, this is nothing, this is nothing, you try and tell yourself, but you’re too distracted by the sounds, the utter sin that you’ve committed here in this school.

You’ve betrayed everyone, and you’re still betraying them now, your weak heart nothing but a burden.

Kento says your name, groans it around your ear as he presses harder into your body. His cock angles upwards, forces itself past your aching walls, and, he’s buried in you completely. There’s a lingering sting, a bitter pain, but Kento feels like home. Your stomach tightens, bursting with energy.

“You’re so perfect, aren’t you? So beautiful. Always take it like you were made for my cock,” he groans, and you suck him right back in, clamping around him tightly. “I missed this pretty pussy; maybe as much as I missed you.”

Tears well up in your eyes then, and you sob, reach around to grab his hair. You need to feel him all around you, remember what it was like for him to love you in return.

He hits a spot within you, and you arch into him, crying, a mess between your legs and on your face.

“There?” Kento says, but he already knows the answer, grinning as he kisses your cheek, your temple. “How could I ever forget the sweet sounds you make when you’re about to cum.”

You press his head closer, feel him kiss your neck again, softer this time, lovingly. He runs a delicate hand across your ribcage, your stomach. “You going to let go for me, angel? Surprised you lasted this long after two years. Think my sweet girl deserves it.”

“K-kento,” you whisper, but his name doesn’t get far; it’s cut off by your moan as he rips the orgasm from you, and you clench around him tightly, shaking.

“That’s it,” he says and shudders, grunting as he forces out the words. Your body jerks involuntarily into him as you slump against the wall, trapped between it and Kento. Already, you’re so sensitive, and your tears don’t stop falling as he pushes his cock into you again and again.

Kento’s heart is heavy within his chest, pounding against your back. You feel sick, helpless, missing him endlessly, even with him right at your fingertips. You can’t believe that you’ve lasted two years without him; how can you survive a lifetime?

“Take me with you,” you plead, your eyelids fluttering close as you try and remember the feeling of him, memorizing it in case this is the last time. “Please.”

“Can’t do that, sweetheart.” Kento jerks back into you, forcing your cheek further against the wall. His hand is stiff against your head, even though he strokes your hair gently, encouraging. “I’m supposed to kill you, remember? I’m supposed to rid the world of every last sorcerer.”

“I need you, Kento,” you cry, feeling close to another orgasm already. Tears are running down your cheeks, your lips wet with spit as your mouth parts. “Just like it was before. I love you; I love you so much, I’ll be so good, I’ll—”

Kento groans your name and cums inside you, thick ropes painting your insides. It’s too much, everything about this is too much, and you’re squeezing him again, painfully sensitive as you orgasm once more.

Nonsense spews from your lips, and you grab at him in desperation as he finally drags out of you, the absence of him shattering you completely. Your inner thighs are sticky and wet, and his cum drips down your thighs, leaving you nothing more than a cold, ruined mess.

Kento shushes, soothes you with sounds that are closer to taunts as you spin around, grab at him, claw at his wrinkled red shirt. There’s still blood on his face, but even then, you accept him; you’ll forgive him for every wrongdoing he’s committed if he lets himself love you once more.

“I want to go with you,” you say, and though his face is hard, he’s caressing your cheek with an opposite sort of touch, sadness in his weary eyes.

“I know you do,” he says, and there’s a conflict within him as his features contort. It’s the only evidence that maybe, deep down, he cares about you still. “But I’m not the man you want. Not anymore.” It’s a whisper, a prayer, and goodbye.

You nearly slap him as he straightens, inches away from you. You feel that you’ve been pushed into a pit of inky chaos, left soaked and naked from the way down, humiliated. Your cheek is red from where it was pressed into the textured paint, stinging from the pressure.

“Kento, please,” you beg, and he takes a step back, hardening his eyes. “You can’t leave me again. I’d rather die. I’d rather you kill me.”

You’re not sure which of the statements snaps him back into himself once more.

Kento blinks, then lets a cold smile filter onto his face, one that lingers darkly on every corner of his expression. A smear of blood remains on his sharp cheekbone, and he wipes it clear, grazing his eyes along your body in a way that makes you feel so small. You’re nothing to him, then; even though you had been once.

“Oh, I decided I won’t kill you this time,” he says, pushing his hair back into place as his spine goes rigid, straightening like a marionette string. “I want to make sure I have a pretty girl to come back to every now and again.”

“What?” It leaves you forcefully, and you’re choking in shame, because you hope the words are true. You can’t stand a life without Nanami Kento, even if that life is nothing more than seeing him in the cracks of moonlight, the shadows where no one knows he’s lurking. You’d take that before a lonely existence, void of the sweet lips of the devil that you pray to.

“I’ll leave Tokyo,” you shout, red-faced and teary eyed, your words nothing more than empty threats. “I’ll leave the country. You’ll never find me.”

Nanami grins, laughs at you coolly, a sound that chills you to the core. “Oh, I’d find you.”

You don’t have time to formulate a response. A breath forces its way out of you, but the wretched curse reveals itself from the corner of the room, stopping any words from escaping your lips. His eyes hungrily roam every inch of you, lingering on the lower half of your exposed body; you wonder how long he’s been there, watching, not saying a word.

“Are you done yet?” Mahito asks, dragging his lurid gaze away to face Nanami. “You’ve had your fun, let’s kill her now.”

Nanami’s eyes flash. “Leave her,” he says, scoffing. “She’s already as pathetic as it gets. Killing her won’t make a difference.” He spits the words coldly, and turns, following the curse out of the room

tags: @hannzai @cha0thicpisces @kissesmellow21 @sukiischaotic @hinata7346 @annoyingpainterprincess

I GOT SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS ONE SHDHFHS

OCTOBER MASTERLIST

#jjk x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami x fem!reader #kento nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami smut #kento nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento x you #nanami x you #jjk x y/n #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x you #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #♰ theatre of vampires #rylie writes ₊˚🎧 #villain nanami

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

the first instalment for the bruise childhood friends au, mostly setting the scene before we get into all the shenanigans and fluff. Jay and Cole are about 8-9 here. cross posted to Ao3

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Jay hummed quietly while his dad talked with the adults. They were at another event — Jay didn’t care to remember which, they were all the same to him. Get in the car with the driver, arrive at the destination, don’t bother Dad while he talks with the grown-ups. Maybe play a game or read a book, but don’t be loud. Today was no different.

“—I think that it will go well,” his dad said. 

The man he was talking with raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yes, if all goes according to plan it’ll be a hit.”

“I would hope so,” the other man said. “I’ve invested too much time and money into this for it to fail.”

“Of course.”

Jay continued to sit in the corner, but he was bored. Just as always. But surely he would only need to wait a bit longer, and then he and Dad could go out for dinner. He was starting to get hungry. Really hungry. Jay decided to take the chance. 

He walked up to Cliff Gordon and pulled his sleeve. “Dad?” he said. “I’m getting hungry,”

“Not right now, Jay. I’m talking with Mr. Brookstone here.” Jay’s dad turned to the other man. “My apologies, he gets a bit restless,” he gave a dry chuckle. 

Mr. Brookstone laughed. “That’s alright. My son is the same,”

Jay’s dad looked down at him. “Jay, why don’t you go wander around for a bit? You can go buy a snack,” he placed a couple coins into Jay’s hand. Score!

“Okay, Dad.” Jay said. 

Dad turned back to Mr. Brookstone. “Now, where were we?”

That was Jay’s cue to leave. He turned and went out the big fancy door they’d come in through, then went down the hallway. There had definitely been a vending machine somewhere.

When Jay finally found it, he was shocked by all the options. “Wow,” he mumbled, mostly to himself. “So many choices.”

“Yeah,” a voice from behind said. 

Jay squeaked and spun around to see another kid, probably his age. 

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” the kid frowned. 

“You just surprised me.”

The kid shrugged. “Why’re you here? Didn’t think the audience was allowed backstage,” he uses a lot of big words, Jay thought. 

“My dad works here,” Jay said. At least, he was pretty sure Dad worked here. Though he hadn’t been in this building before, so who knew?

“Same,”

“Your dad’s an actor too?” Jay asked. 

The boy shuffled a bit, like he didn’t like this conversation. That was okay, Jay didn’t really like it either. “He’s a singer,” he finally said. 

“A singer? Like The Fold?” They were a band that Jay’s dad worked with before. He remembered them because one of the members gave him a lollipop. 

“Yeah, kinda. He’s a Royal Blacksmith,” 

Jay had not heard of them before, though that wasn’t surprising. He hadn’t heard of a lot of people. “Sounds cool,” he decided on saying.

“I guess,” he said. 

This kid seems lonely, Jay thought. Like me. 

That makes us the same. Couldn’t hurt to be friends, right?

Jay held out his hand. “I’m Jay Gordon,” he said. “We’re friends now. What’s your name?”

“Cole Hence,” the other boy said.

“Great!” Jay smiled. “I’ve got some money. Wanna share chips or something?”

“Yes, please,” Cole said shyly. 

Jay turned back to the vending machine. “‘Kay, what d’you want?”

“Anything’s fine,”

“Gummy bears?” 

Cole hummed. “Yeah, sure,”

Very, very, carefully, Jay inserted the coins into the slot. Then he pressed the little number pad. 0-4-6, he typed. The packet of candy fell out. “Got it!” Jay said cheerfully. He held their prize up. 

“There’s a table,” Cole pulled Jay’s arm. “We can sit there.”

“Why’s there a random table?” Jay wondered. 

Cole only shrugged in response as they sat down. 

Jay tore open the pack and passed it to Cole. “So which one is your favourite flavour?” He asked. 

“Strawberry,” Cole said. “Yours?”

Jay thought for a moment. All of them were pretty good, in his opinion. “I can’t decide,” he said. “They’re all too good!”

“That’s true,” Cole agreed. “But I still think strawberry is the best.”

“I think real strawberries are better,” Jay took another gummy. 

“That’s also true,”

By now, they had finished the pack. There hadn’t been a lot inside. 

Cole looked at the empty packet, then at Jay. “Do you want to go exploring?” He asked. “I don’t know when your dad will be done working, but mine won’t be for a while.”

Jay’s dad wouldn’t be finished working for a while, if the way he sent Jay off was anything to go by. “Mine too,” he said. 

Cole smiled a little at that. “Great!” He said. “We can keep talking then,”

“And exploring,” Jay reminded him. “I want to explore.”

“Yeah!”

“Where shall we go first, captain?” Jay put on a fancy accent, like the ones that he saw on TV.

“Hmmmm,” Cole looked around. “The balcony? It’s where fancy people sit!”

“I thought balconies were for standing,”

“I dunno,” Cole shrugged. “That’s just what my mom told me,”

“It does sound cool, though,” Jay said. “And I want to pretend to be a fancy person,”

“‘Kay,” Cole said. “This way,” he lead them up a flight of stairs — they were so pretty! Who thought even the stairs needed to be decorated? Jay wondered.

He decided to ask Cole about that. Cole seemed to know a lot about this place. “Hey, Cole?”

Cole turned to look at him. “Yeah?”

“How come everything here is so fancy?”

“Because it just is, I guess.” 

A lot of things just were, Jay thought. Like how Dad just never had time to play with him, or how Mom wasn’t around, or even how his classmates didn’t like him.

“We’re here,” Cole said, snapping Jay out of his thoughts. He looked around. The stage was very far in front of them, and he could see the giant speakers too. Jay felt very small compared to this room. 

“It’s huge,” he said in awe. 

Cole grinned. “Yeah, it is.”

“You can see the entire theatre from here!”

Cole considered that. “Well, maybe not the entire theatre,” he said. “But definitely a lot of it.”

Jay laughed. “It’s so cool!”

“When they’re performing, the entire stage lights up,” Cole pointed at the lights. “They even change colour.”

“You’ve seen it?”

“Yeah. My dad performs here a lot,”

“That must be fun,” Jay said. 

“Sometimes,”

“So, do you—“ Jay was cut off by a loud “JASON EDWARD GORDON! WHERE ARE YOU?”

“Oh! I’m in here, Dad!” Jay called out. 

Dad marched in looking angry. “Jay, what are you doing in here? I’ve been looking for you!”

“I was exploring,” Jay said softly.

That did not seem to be an excuse for Dad. “You were supposed to get some food and then come back,” he scolded.

“Sorry,” Jay mumbled. 

Cole was still frozen near the railing. “Um, sir?” He squeaked. “It wasn’t Jay’s fault. I’m the one who thought of coming up here,”

His expression softened at that. “And who are you, lad?”

“Cole Hence, sir. My dad works here,”

Jay’s dad frowned. “And your dad is..?”

“Lou Brookstone.”

“Ah,” Dad looked around and shook his head. “I was talking to your father earlier. He’s in the main lobby right now, waiting for you as well. I can bring you there to meet him.”

“Okay,”

Now Dad was looking at Jay. “Jay, next time you wander off you need to tell me,” he had a strict look on his face. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,”

“Good. Come on, let’s go meet Mr. Brookstone,” Jay’s dad marched the two of them out the door and into the elevator, then to the main lobby. 

“Dad!” Cole ran up to Mr. Brookstone. 

“Hello, Cole. Where have you been?” Mr. Brookstone looked mildly confused. 

“I was exploring with Jay,” Cole pointed at Jay, who waved awkwardly. 

“That’s nice,” Mr. Brookstone said tiredly. He patted Cole on the head. 

Jay’s dad looked uncomfortable, and he cleared his throat. “Ahem,” he coughed. “It’s getting late, and we still need to get home. We’ll meet again next week as planned, yes?” His smile was very strained. 

“Yes, of course,” Mr. Brookstone said, like he was just realising how late it was. “Come on, Cole. Let’s go,” he pushed Cole in the direction of the door. 

“Bye!” Cole waved cheerfully, undeterred by his dad’s sour mood. 

Jay waved back. “I’ll see you next week! I’ll bring games and everything!” 

Dad looked at Jay. He didn’t seem as angry anymore. “It’s good that you’re making friends,” he commented. 

“Really?” Jay looked up. 

“Yes,” Cliff said. “We have to get home now, and you still need to eat dinner and shower. So hurry up,” he walked out the door, Jay following closely behind. 

I made a friend! Jay smiled at that thought. And I get to see him again next week! Maybe getting dragged to his dad’s meets wasn’t so bad after all. 

#jay walker #ninjago #lego ninjago #cole brookstone #cole hence #jay ninjago #cole ninjago #ninjago fic #ninjago au #cliff gordon #lou brookstone #bruise childhood friends au #the reason Cole introduces himself as “Cole Hence” is because I hc his last name to be Hence-Brookstone #and only saying the first part just makes more sense #kit's writing

[lesyasun]

◆ Various Objects Defaults ◆

This Compilation includes defaults for various handheld items such as cellphone/MP3 player/coffee mug etc., some build and buy objects, plants and texture fixes.

Mailbox and Trashcan by Alienpod

TV Dinner by Alienpod

Cereal by Alienpod

Newspaper by Alienpod

Ceiling by Alienpod

Pancakes by Alienpod

Mixing bowl and food tray by Alienpod

Pot, frying pan, fork and spoon by Alienpod

Date rewards by Alienpod

Polka dots dishes by Deedee-sims

Spray by Vegan-kaktus

Chess Pieces by TSLD

Taxi by Vegan-kaktus

Maid Vehicle by Vegan-kaktus

Toddler Food by Vegan-kaktus

Apartment doors + mats by Vegan-kaktus

Pet Food Box by Vegan-kaktus

Fruit Bowl by Vegan-kaktus

Muffin + kid's oven by Vegan-kaktus

Realistic-sized Muffin by Rosebin

Baby bottles by Vegan-kaktus

Chinese Delivery by Vegan-kaktus

Pizza Delivery by Vegan-kaktus

Watering Can by Vegan-kaktus

Handheld Game by Mohd14

Weeds by Vegan-kaktus

Toy Stick by Vegan-kaktus

Toys by Vegan-kaktus

Dollhouse by Vegan-kaktus

Diary by Epi-sims

Cellphone by Epi-sims

Tombstones by Epi-sims

Urns by Epi-sims

Medicine Cabinet by Vegan-kaktus

Homework by Moyokeansimblr

Douglas fir trees by Peppermint-ginger

EAxis Trees by Peppermint-ginger

No Shine on Ivy by Tvickiesims

Bushes by Peppermint-ginger

Butterflies by Tvickiesims

Garden Weeds by Tvickiesims

Greenhouse by Tvickiesims

Phlox Shrub by Tvickiesims

Simoleons by Tvickiesims

Orchard Trees by Tvickiesims

Less Neon Hydrangea Bush by Tvickiesims

Fountain Icicles by Gingerplaysthesims

Heavy Snow by Tvickiesims

Sea Foam by Tvickiesims

Pool Table Balls by Pineappleforest

Perfume Display and Bottles by Pineappleforest

Pinmaster 30 Bowling Alley by Pineappleforest

Restorable Car by Pineappleforest

Country Shower Revised by Pineappleforest

Better unlit look for Plutonium Rod Neon by Pineappleforest

Hearts textures by Pineappleforest

A Cure for Plantism and ReNuYu Porta-Chug by Pineappleforest

Potion Defaults by Pineappleforest

Darker Heaps of Trash by Pineappleforest

Eye-friendly CounterTops by Pineappleforest

Magic Reagents by Pineappleforest

Prettier Bubble Bath by Pineappleforest

Mr.Maritime aquarium by Pineappleforest

Aquabox Fish by Pineappleforest

Teddy Bear by Pineappleforest

Flowy Floater Fountain by Pineappleforest

Fountains by Pineappleforest

Bathtub Water by Pineappleforest

Hydroponic Garden Rack & Plants by Pineappleforest

Wedding Petals by Gingerplaysthesims

Make-up by Muupi

Art by Muupi

Base game white phone, fire and burglar alarm by Ivy-sims

Build mode flowers by Dreadpirate

Shakers and Movers Pets Eyes and Fur by Kahlena

Vending Machine Drinks by Neosimi

Vending Machine Snack Defaults by Neosimi

Clothing Racks by Lifa

Base Game Magazines by Diwasims

Snowflakes by Ivy-sims

More Stars by Ivy-sims

Beach Towels by Keoni

Piano by TSLD

Bedding by Muupi

Late Night Drinks by Delonariel

Snacks by 2fingerwhiskey

Cookies by 2fingerwhiskey

Bv Suitcase by Keoni

Hot Chocolate Can by Neosimi

Clipboard by Neioni

Soapbox by Shasta

MP3 Player

A Bunch of Defaults by Pineapple Forest

Sailboat by Keoni

Hood Deco Part 1 by Simsantoinc

Hood Deco Part 2 by Simsantoinc

Open/Close OFB Sign by Slig

Maxis Street Lights by Lowedeus

Gardener Truck by Atomtanned

Bug Collection by Gingerplaysthesims

Grocery Basket by Gingerplaysthesims

School Bus by Poppet

Barn Hood Deco by Greatcheesecakepersona

Coffee mugs by Gingerplaysthesims

Uni Bonfire

Garden Plot by Hugelunatic + Garden Ground – a terrain paint that matches the Seasons field (not a default)

Genie by Poppet

Video Games and Magazine Racks by Peppermint-ginger

Terrain Paints Grass by Peppermintginger

Soil terrain paints by iCAD

#ts2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 #sims 2 maxis match #lesya2022ts2restart #sims 2 defaults #sims 2 defaults compilation

[rockybloo]

KARRIE AND ALL HER BOYFRIENDS...FOR NOW

In order they are Jessie (ghost), Harry (monster), and Danny (demon) The trio bump heads from time to time but they are able to combine their braincells when it comes to keeping Karrie safe

Karrie has a big interest in the paranormal and supernatural and enjoys investigating strange sightings and haunted locations.

While most that visit these places wind up with empty hands, Karrie tends to strangely attract the otherworldly.

Sometimes these are just her being able to capture actual footage of strange phenomenon (that people always chalk up to editing) but she has had a couple encounters that led to her walking away with a crushing creature…so far these creatures are Jessie, Harry, and Danny.

Karrie discovered Jessie while in college after getting a prank pulled on her that led to her getting stuck inside an abandoned building.

He had strangely been haunting an old vending machine she winded up using. Specifically, an old bottle of cola.

Karrie met Harry during an investigation where she had to go camping in a forest that had a long record of reports of a "large green and red horned bear" roaming around as well as some recent disappearances.

She shared s'mores with him and he's been trailing behind her since

Karrie winded up encountering Danny while in a house that had been having strange demonic activity ever since the owner suddenly disappeared. Turned out, Danny had a summoning job gone wrong and winded up getting trapped inside where he was throwing quite the bitch fit.

Most of Karrie's time is spent checking out strange stuff and posting her findings online

The trio, if they aren't wearing human disguises, travel inside of a cola bottle, a bottle of sparkling water, and an energy drink can to make Karrie's traveling easier…and cheaper.

She has a youtube channel…or at least my universe equivalent of it, where she shares footage though it's kinda spiraled into being THEIR channel where the trio do things while pretending to be human.

She has a decent following.

In terms of how their relationship works.

Karrie is kinda dense and isn't fully aware the monsters that linger around her are in love with her. Mainly because she isn't used to being the object of affection, which leads to some shenanigans sometimes.

She is aware that they like her but doesn't know to what extent. Thus, she remains in a loop of crushing on them and wishing they were her boyfriends, realizing they are her boyfriends, and then forgetting and crushing on them again.

As for how they feel about each other, they each have some level of respect and understanding. They occasionally get into arguments and tease each other but it's a strange kinda bond where "I'm happy we are dating the same person bc you are kinda cool when not annoying"

There really isn't any legit jealousy in the relationship as there are boundaries they've worked out with each other for Karrie's sake. They also all understand that they are not threats to the relationship…

OTHER HUMANS ARE

They won't hesitate to leap into action if a human is bothering Karrie. If she is on an investigation and people around her are being jerks, like saying the supernatural is fake and she's wasting her time or just picking on her for how she acts, they WILL turn the place out.

So basically, Karrie has 3 large monster men who love her very much and she also loves them in her own bashful way and the cuddle piles are absolute fire.

#karrie #jessie #harry #danny #karrie's marry band of monsters #my art

[innytoes]

Chaotic Prompts II: Electric Boogaloo

It fucken wimdy

What do you mean, the raccoon stole the ring you planned to propose with?

I am straight up not having a good time right now

Come here you little gremlin

I am being so normal about this

Should I even ask or should I just assume the answer to your current predicament is 'I'm stupid'?

Excuse me, I'm not done saying hi to your dog yet

When I said 'be gay do crime' I did not mean this

Stop flirting with yourself in the mirror

It's a trash can, not a trash can't

Okay but serious question: What's your favourite dinosaur?

Get down from there

Oh, you're being gay. Good job, carry on

My tummy hurts but I'm being so brave about it

Yeet!

I got you Oreos as a peace offering

I came out to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now

I am a pretty, pretty princess, thank you for noticing

Oh no you activated their Mom Friend Mode

So basically your roommate is a cat?

Okay so I can explain

Why is your arm stuck in the vending machine?

Let's go, lesbians!

I can't believe our first date ended up in the emergency room

Hi Hungry, I'm dad

You bought him a cake that said 'nice ass, bro'

How am I supposed to Kiss Kiss, Fall In Love in these conditions?

You know, because of colour theory

If I were an alien I'd abduct you first

You could if you weren't a fucking coward

No thoughts, head empty

Please don't ever refer to yourself as that again

I feel like you're not taking this powerpoint presentation about why you should date me very seriously.

I'm just a silly little guy

The last thing you ate is what we have to name him... um, okay maybe not that.

I am a grown-ass adult and if I want to spend my hard-earned money on this I will!

Weird flex but okay

Fire solves all problems

What would your rather find living in your attic? 1000 roaches or one person?

I'm too pretty to be dealing with this

The house is burning, and you can save the cake, or me, what do you choose? / That's not fair, the cake doesn't have legs.

Have you no shame?

You are the yee to my haw

In my defence the five year old started it

So hear me out... we kidnap him...

I'm sorry I can't keep making out if your cat keeps staring at us like that

Kissing the homies goodnight

I'd beat up Satan for you

Eff this, I should be at the club

Eff this, I should be at Build-a-Bear

How are you going to gaslight gatekeep girlboss your way out of this?

You may not believe in mothman, but mothman believes in you

I am so totally chill right now

At the next inconvenience I will start biting people

They smell like sparkles and sunshine and I want to kiss their stupid face so bad

I'm sorry you broke your arm how?

We take stuffed animals very seriously in this house

Yeah that sounds like a you problem

Do you need a hug? You just seem very upset over the shape of these potatoes

Mistakes were made

I'm not like other girls. I'm worse.

They cut your grilled cheese into triangles, that means they're in love with you, bro

Is this a mid-life crisis because if it is I'm a bit worried about your lifespan.

Just because you can buy a box of five hundred tiny plastic meerkats does not mean you should.

Aww, it's baby's first war crime.

I don't think pancakes are going to fix this. I think I need ice cream too.

(For more chaotic prompts, part one is here.)

#fanfic prompts #feel free to use these if you want #writing prompts #julie and the phantoms #ask me #because of who I am as a person I probably won't get to all of them #so feel free to send more than one

[st4r-c0d3]

kamibowl hcs bc its Denki loving hours at all hours

Tenya is a really good liar and he definitely uses it to his advantage

"Has anyone seen Denki?" -Kiri

"I think he went home for the weekend!" -Tenya lies knowing damn well Kami is asleep on his chest

"Oh. Thanks for letting us know!" -Kiri

Iida lowkey forgot he was having Deku over to study later

so cue Deku walking in and starting to cry because he wasnt invited to cuddle

Momo helps him with his laundry every Sunday just because he can focus better when he's with someone (he also cant fold his clothes for shit)

Sero wears smudged eyeliner sometimes bc he know Denki finds it attractive

Sato makes Kami fruit baskets every once in a while

Kami likes putting up glow in the dark stars in people's rooms

it's Bakugo's biggest flex that his room was the first to get starred

Kirishima knows that Kami's favorite candy to get at vending machines is skittles

so whenever they go some place together that he knows has vending machines, he goes in first to put enough change into it for skittles because he knows Kami always presses the button first just to see if anything will happen :)

Bakugo has mental health days with Kami every once in a while bc as loud as Kami is, he also enjoys comfortable silence and no one else goes into Bakugo's room

whenever Deku starts to spiral about something negative, Denki always gives him a lil flick on his nose and Midoriya absolutely adores it bc he thinks its really cute that he cares enough to snap him out of it

Tokoyami took Kami to Build-A-Bear and now they have raccoons dressed in spiked chokers and band tees (they got their lil accessories from hot topic)

Dark Shadow leaves empty monster cans by Denki's door just bc they feel like it (Kami keeps them in a box)

#kamibowl #hcs :D #tokokami #bakukami #kamibaku #kirikami #kamisato #kamisero #serokami #kamimomo #iikami #kamiida #mha #bnha #i love these ngl #especially the Kiri one about the vending machine

[autismdogg]

insane that i was able to buy a build-a-bear at 5 am in the airport

#build a bear #build a bear vending machine #vending machine #kidcore #2000s childhood #2000s nostalgia #nostalgiacore #plushies #plush #stuffed animals #stuffies #sfw agere

[under-the-cherrytree]

hi hi!! can i request a non binary reader who catches their to boyfriends, hana and tsu cheating on them with nene, and they go to teru and akane for comfort? oneshot please. <3

We will always be there for you❣︎

Warnings: cheating

A/n: hello hello!!

Ngl this pushed me out of my comfort zone but I wanted to post it anyways- 

However, I did skip the cheating scene because I felt sick writing it I’m sorry 

I don’t like writing character x character stuff and I feel uncomfortable writing it so I hope you don’t mind that I skipped it

I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night<33

You cried as you ran down the old school building halls. Your legs were weak and you would occasionally lose your balance, but you continued running. Your eyes were puffy and you wanted to scream but you knew that this wasn’t the place to do so. 

You felt sick to your stomach. 

You wanted to leave the school, you couldn’t bear the thought of seeing Tsukasa and Hanako again. You thought they loved you… 

You ran out of the building, running to the new school building. You ran out of breath, stopping for a moment to breathe. More tears ran down your eyes thinking about what you saw. 

“Y/n… what happened..?” You heard the school prince's voice, him quickly going to your side. You flinched to his touch, your body weak and your heart crushed. 

“Hanako and Tsukasa…” You tried to hold back tears “I caught them kissing Nene…!” You hugged Teru tightly, crying in his arms. You felt him hug you back, stroking your back softly. 

“I’m so sorry… ghosts aren’t the nicest creatures..” He tried to calm you down. Akane opened the door of the student council room, his heart dropping when he saw you crying. 

“What happened?” He asked as he made his way over to you. 

“She was cheated on..” Teru told Akane with a heavy sigh. You could tell they were slightly angry, however, they held it back wanting to comfort you instead. Akane placed a hand on your head, stroking your hair softly. 

“I’ll go get you some water… just try to control your breathing, okay..?” You whispered softly to you and you nodded. He left you with Teru who held you tightly. 

“I know it’s hard… but I promise as time goes on, it gets easier..” Teru wanted to comfort you. 

“I never thought they would… I never thought they would cheat on me…” You found it hard to breathe, only crying more. 

“I know, but at least for right now I need you to breathe for me…” He raised your head out of his chest so you could get more air. You tried to calm down your breathing, missing the air in your  lungs. 

“It will be okay… just focus on the sound of my voice.. I won’t ever leave you” His voice was as delicate as honey, wanting you to feel comfortable. Your breathing started to slow down as he whispered words of comfort to you. 

“I’m back” Akane held a bottle of water and a little snack from the vending machine. 

“Thank you, Akane..” You took the water and snack from him, taking a sip from the bottle. 

“I never thought that they would do something like this…” You felt more tears form in your eyes. 

“Supernaturals can be cruel…” Akane cupped your cheeks and made you look at him “But we promise, we will always be there for you no matter what”

Tagging~ @bladethrowsshade @sleepless-simp @stuckindreamland06

#toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #tbhk x reader #jshk #tbhk anime #toilet bound x reader #jshk x reader #hanako x reader #hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #teru x reader #teru minamoto #akane x reader #akane aoi x reader #akane aoi #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jshk manga #jshk nene

[stardustshimmer]

Pov: you are at the build a bear vending machine, what are you buying

That pastel kitty on the very far right is calling out to me

#random asks #stardust's mystical mailbox

[vespersposts]

❇ Darling ❇

🟢I start this collection with Shintaro, who has charm to spare. Don't expect grand gestures, social posts, public displays of attention. Expect, however, to be loved, and very much so. 🟢

A hug, Vesper ❇

-> Valentine's Masterlist 💕

💣PPS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: fluff, slice of life, one shot.

all images are from the movie 'Une femme mariée ' -> (Jean-Luc Godard, 1964)  

Shintaro Midorima doesn't act like other boyfriends.

He doesn't giggle at your every joke, he doesn't bother to get on your best friend's good side, he doesn't seek everyone's approval by losing himself in pointless flirting in public.

Sometimes he seems so cold towards you, that your classmates almost take it for granted that your relationship is over.

Yet Shintaro would do anything to know you're happy, no matter how uncomfortable it makes him, or how far he exceeds his tolerance threshold.

That's why he wrote you that note, tucked between the pages of your notebooks, where he gives you a date in an unusual place, the town swimming pool.

"Don't be late darling, mind you!"

You read that postscript with a smile, because you imagine his serious expression as he affixes those austere but tender words on the fine paper card.

Shintaro, who has the most beautiful and greenest eyes you have ever seen, with which he never lets you out of his sight, sends you the first and the last text message of the day. Your Shin-chan, who always happens to have your favourite sweets with him, who always knows when you need a break or an excuse to take a break and get a drink from the faculty vending machines.

Small, discreet, intimate, exclusive gestures. An oasis of peace amidst the noise of loud vocals,  kisses and outings to fashionable clubs shared on social networking sites by every couple in your circle of friends. 

You don't need any of that, you know it right from the first time his long hands stroked down your back to keep you close to him.

His embrace, your favourite place in the whole universe.

His smile, so rare for others but so familiar to you, never missing from his lips when you are together.

That is the first detail you notice as you approach him at the swimming centre.  His hand takes yours and brings it to his lips, a gesture that makes your heart skip a beat each time. 

He touches your face with his hand, bringing you close to repeat the same gesture on your cheek, on your temple, observing you with tenderness and dedication as if he were contemplating a priceless work of art.

"Come with me" his voice is serene and deep, his fingers clasp yours. In the movement towards the roof of the building you perceive the good scent of his cologne, the one you chose for him and that never fails on each of your dates.

You follow him, enchanted by his elegant figure, his steady gait, reassured by his hand gripping yours tightly, his face often turned to you to gauge your state.

"Ready?" he asks you and you think your heart is about to explode when you see his expression so sweet and yet so impatient. 

You nod, letting his long arms encircle you.

Beyond the heavy metal door of the terrace, you are greeted by the most incredible sky you have ever seen: strokes of red, yellow, pink chase each other among the rare clouds, breaking the greyness of the city. 

You feel your boyfriend's arms tighten on your womb, his breath is serene, his lips resting against your hair.

 "We said no presents, Shin-chan" you take him back lovingly abandoning yourself against him "I’ll never be able to reciprocate something like that!" you conclude, turning around, looking at his smiling face, closing your eyes when his hands cup your face. 

"Every moment spent with you is a gift to me, I'll have to give you many more surprises before I'm even" he tells you, looking into your eyes, making you blush.

Shintaro smiles and you think you have never loved someone so much.

You raise your head towards him and when your lips meet, you know he feels the same way.

#knb x reader #knb oneshot #midorima shintarou #knb midorima #midorima x reader #midorimaxyou #knb #knb scenarios #knbsliceoflife #knboneshot #midorima fluff #midorimaoneshot #midorima shintaro #midorima shintaro x reader #midorima scenarios #midorima #midorima slice of life

[almond-milk-man]

THE JFK AIRPORT HAS A BUILD A BEAR VENDING MACHINE????

i saw someone sew top surgery scars onto their build a bear and i think i’ll do that with this fella

[jimothy-hopkins]

More stuff about Bullworth’s rival school that I made aka Heartland Academy. (Specifically hierarchy and clique leaders)

Their clique hierarchy goes from jocks, preps, punks, bullies, and nerds.

There’s also side cliques. JROTC kids, gossip girls, the gays that you wanna stay FAR away from, the gays that are actually genuine, art kids, and band kids.

The jock’s leader is Sonny McDowell. He’s from California and is the school heartthrob. He’s very friendly towards everyone and is the last to fight. Many rumor that he is gay, when he’s actually your friendly neighborhood pansexual. He has a huge crush on the running back, Maverick. Even though Maverick supposedly hates his guts. He would probably be an ally to Jimmy throughout most of the gameplay. Sonny stands at 6’3 and has long blonde hair with sunburnt skin and green eyes. He’s lean with more build in his chest and shoulders. His HP is 450.

The second in command is Maverick Sanderson. Maverick is much more hostile than Sonny, and is always trying to get a rip at him despite Sonny’s very blatant love for Maverick. He’s a closeted bisexual who has no clue how to deal with his feelings for Sonny, and lashes out with jealousy rather than affection. He was the youngest of three and has always been made fun of and jabbed at. He stands at 4’10 with brunette hair and brown eyes. He has a very compact muscular build mulch like Jimmy. He’s also extremely fucking fast so he’s a bitch to fight. His HP is 500.

Harrison Kenshin is the leader of the preps. He doesn’t seem like much at first, but he is a mythic bitch. His weapon of choice is a golf club, and he does have a golf cart that he can run you over with. Harrison’s pride and joy is his success in golf. He enjoys old shows and music, and you can actually find him dancing in the dorms. His wit and charisma can often overshadow his spiteful and petty nature. Harrison is a huge minor inconvenience that’s infuriating to deal with. It’s small things you wouldn’t pay attention to. Marbles in halls, vending machines out of Beam Cola, and your gym clothes swapped with a hot pink Juicy couture tracksuit so you get made fun of the whole day. He’s 5’9 with black hair and dark brown eyes. He has a slim-athletic build. Harrison’s HP is 300.

Maxine ‘Max’ Gallen leads behind Harrison. Max is very cutthroat and hostile. Even with high respect she will actively taunt and attempt to attack Jimmy. Max is a very loud person, and is always ready to hack up the latest gossip. She boxes, and is on the same level as Bif. Max bears the title of the female champion. Miss girl can absolutely deck you if she wanted to. However, she is very terrified of male students, often her dialogue consists of her stressing over somebody stalking her. She’s very alert, and afraid of everyone. Max has been met with sexual harassment multiple times from the male student body, but Heartland kicks it under the rug. (As most schools do.) Harrison will actively protect her, and will be seen by her side. Rarely will you find Max by herself. She’s 5’6 with a muscular build. Her hair is shoulder length and light brown, usually styled with half of it up in a ponytail. Her eyes are a brown-hazel color, and she has a bunch of crackles on her cheeks. Her HP is 450.

Judge ‘Judd’ Jones leads the punks. He’s widely known for not complying with school rules and getting in trouble constantly. Despite his rep, if you get on good terms with him he’s actually cool. Fun fact he’s also a vegetarian, and is an animal rights activist. He’s very mature and level headed most of the time. He really just breaks rules to piss off the prefects and teachers, as he hates them. He’s always been seen as a bad influence, and decided to actually embrace it, to show adults what him being bad REALLY was. Judd has neon green hair shaved and styled into liberty spikes. He has many piercings such as a septum, snake bites, eyebrow, and multiple bars in his ear, along with gauges. Not to mention his neck and back tattoos. He’s 5’11 and has a pretty athletic build. His HP is 600.

Jonesy Kal is Judd’s second in command. He’s ridiculed amongst the student body for his former drug addiction. He lives in the slums, and has to bear with an abusive father who is an addict. He lost his brother in a shootout, and as a result spiraled into addiction that was fed by his father. However, after an overdose Jonesy put himself in rehab, and he has now been clean for 6 months. He’s your typical punk, and while he is more violent he really does care. He’s like your scary knucklehead older brother who beats up the kids who bully you. He’s also an arsonist, so yeah. Jonesy has fire engine red hair shaved into the fluffiest Mohawk the world has ever seen. He’s 6’3 and has a full sleeve tattooed on his right arm and piercings on his lips and in his ears. He’s very skinny due to recovery. His HP is 200.

Christian Beauregard is the main bully. He grew up pretty rough, he was in the foster care system because of his parents being too young to care for him. When he was 6 he was adopted by a very wealthy couple, all due to his blonde hair and blue eyes. However they have absolutely no business having a child. His adoptive parents cut him off from most of his childhood friends, and forced him to do things to make him successful. Such as piano, choir, and track. However Christian’s true passion is musical theatre. He enjoys the spotlight and singing, much like Trent. He can’t see very well, so he has to wear glasses, although his adoptive parents really pressure him to wear contacts. Christian is 5’10 and has a HP of 200.

Scotty Russo is behind Christian. He’s a baseball junkie, and a MASSIVE Yankees fan. His prized possession is a baseball signed by Babe Ruth. He could ramble for hours about baseball and it’s history, you can never get him to shut up. Scotty does not have a good relationship with his parents, since he started acting out and tormenting others his parents have no clue what to do. However, Scotty only loves and trusts one adult, his grandpa. His grandpa always understood Scotty, and was the one who gifted him his baseball. Scotty is very hotheaded and is always confrontational. He makes up for his height in attitude. He has straight natural red/ginger hair parted in the middle. His face and body are entirely covered in freckles and sunspots. His eyes are a dark grey and he stands at 5’4. His HP is 250.

Dennis Todd is in charge of the nerds. He isn’t your typical nerd, rather he’s just the valedictorian who’s got a serious case of senioritis and is so done with everyone’s bullshit. He’s got a very diplomatic personality, although he can be extremely impatient with others. He doesn’t like having to explain things, especially multiple times. He is the only member of his family to get to their senior year in highschool. His dad is a rancher with old school ways and his mother is a stay at home wife. He has a paint horse named Rootbeer. Dennis Todd is pretty lean standing at 5’8, and will not physically fight unless provoked. His HP is 180.

Cameron Brown is Dennis Todd’s best friend and is actually a class clown. He’s considered a nerd because of his very RARE moments of genius. He’s also just hella good at all of the hard classes and makes bank off selling HW and test answers. His pockets are packed and he is proud of it. Cameron usually makes jokes, but can sometimes cross the line. Occasionally he also has difficulty reading the room and picking up on social cues. He wears glasses and his hair is usually either in locks or cornrows, but he also likes to go natural or do the occasional fro. He’s very lanky and skinny, he’s 5’10 and is also less inclined to fight. His HP is 180.

There’s many more students who I haven’t fleshed out yet who aren’t clique leaders or second in commands. Right now I’m just doing skeletal work for the student body.

Anyone is allowed to make Heartland Academy ocs as long as you credit Heartland Academy to me, since it’s my work. I’d really love to see stuff about this.

#bully canis canem edit #bully scholarship edition #canis canem edit #bully anniversary edition #bully cce #bully rockstar #bullworth academy #heartland academy offical #heartland academy official characters #heartland academy

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Protection for Vaxleth, Kiki and Percy childhood friends au perhaps?

Keyleth is nearing tears, her books have been knocked from her arms and awful names are being spit in her ears, trailer trash, slut, bitch, and so many that don't even bear repeating. Her gaze is nothing but panic as she searches for Percy or Julius or Vesper or anyone who could help her.

There's no one.

There's no one-

"Get the fuck away from here." There's a voice, unfamiliar but it makes the voices hissing at her stop. "I'm not going to ask again, leave her alone."

And like magic, the people around her disappear, and with her exit no longer blocked, Keyleth starts to run. She doesn't care that it's the middle of the school day or that her books are scattered on the ground, she just needs to be outside where she can actually breathe.

The doors fall closed behind her as the sun washes over her face. She sinks to the concrete sidewalk, leaning against the brick wall of the building. She wishes more than anything that she could be back home, she could take Honey on a ride around the farm to clear her thoughts.

She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater, ignoring her shaking hands as she pulls out the fidget rings that Percy made her and takes a calming breath. Gods she fucking hates it here.

The doors slowly open and she sees a boy poke his head out. He's familiar, she's seen him once or twice. He has shiny black hair that hangs down past his ribs and sharp facial features. With a slight smile she notices that there are feathers drawn on the cuffs of his uniform sleeves. And in his arms she's carrying her backpack and books.

"Hi," she says softly, wiping her cheeks again and tucking the fidget away.

"Hey." He walks over and sets her back down beside her before sliding down the wall and sitting next to her, "You okay?"

Keyleth shrugs, "I'm fine. Happens a lot." She sticks her hand out to him, "I'm Keyleth."

"Vax." He shakes her hands with a slight smile. "There's a really good vending machine by the football field, want to ditch?"

Despite herself Keyleth smiles, "Sounds perfect."

#kiki and percy childhood friend au #critical role #vox machina #my fic #vaxleth

[sydtaxerror]

Day 1 - Obsession

In a basement, in an office building, in a dying world, a spider-girl puts on a puppet show for an unknown audience. She tells a tale of an average Sapling, facing a Faunaless future. What will he sacrifice to make it back to the forest? Maybe the weirdest thing I've ever written.

Oriko scuttled rapidly around the basement of an abandoned office building, grinning from ear to ear. Eight spidery legs powered her from one spot to the next, human arms snatching up necessary supplies while her human legs swung back and forth like a child on a jungle gym. From the puppet corner she pulled two friends. The first had golden eyes and a gentle smile. The second had a blank expression and sad, dark eyes, it smelled like iron. From the wig corner she grabbed one green, one white, one black in a simple salary-man’s hairstyle, and a couple leaves for the third act. From the snack corner she grabbed one of the mystery-drinks she’d acquired from various vending machines. Most likely it would be much less mysterious to someone who could read Kanji. The only Kana on it announced proudly that it “contained minerals.” She nodded sagely. “Don’t we all.” She didn’t bother grabbing a snack. 

Fully supplied, she fought the urge to make a race car noise as she dug her legs into the ground, slightly scoring the cement as she drifted into place in front of her stream setup. It was a simple cardboard stage held together with silk and dreams, atop a commandeered steel office desk. She pressed the red “go live” button almost instantly, making the cardboard wobble threateningly. She thrust her head through the crimson curtain, she felt a little like a Kaiju as she took up nearly the entire stage. “Hello, Hello, Hello, it's Oriko!” she grinned, briefly revealing her wriggling fangs before covering her mouth and blushing. 

“I’d love to chat but I’m super, super late so we need to get right into the story.” She pulled her head through again and reached back for the puppets, attaching one to each humanoid wrist. Last week GuyRyS404 asked: ‘What happened to the saplings after Council disappeared. It's hard to imagine them lasting a month.’” She crossed her arms in an X, “Bzzt! You’re wrong.” She smiled, careful not to reveal her inhuman fangs again.  

“They lasted exactly two. And a half. Today’s story is about obsession, and the least unhinged sapling” She released strings of silk from her wrists that let the puppets slowly drift down to the stage. She tapped buttons with her feet to dim the basement and shine a spotlight on the stage. The camera zoomed in, showing only the puppets. A green light flowed from her wrists into the unmoving dolls, who shuddered to life as it reached them. 

***

“I miss Fauna.”

The sapling sighed. It had been two months since Fauna, or any Vtuber for that matter, had done her last livestream. For the first month there’d at least been archives and clips. The sapling, formerly known in chat as “TheFinalSap(for real)” or FS for short, had even enjoyed being able to catch up on some streams he’d missed. But after the Universal Graduation Act, any depiction of Vtubers at all was banned off Youtube. Clippers had tricked the algorithm for a bit with blurs, mosaics and mirrors but one by one, like the Vtubers before them, they’d disappeared. The world governments still seemed unwilling to admit they had fulfilled their own prophecy. With council in exile, and the grim reapers MIA, everything from physics to the basic life-cycle of animals had begun to break down. There was a video going around on social media of several police officers fighting an undying grizzly bear in Times Square. They’d lost. 

It was obvious to everyone they were living in the pre-apocalypse, which was fine, people his age had been born in the pre-apocalypse, but at least before there’d been cute girls doing cute things and livestreaming it to pass the time. Now all he had was concert DVDs and a dozen or so streams he’d happened to download before the ban hit. Desperate for new-to-him content, he was clicking through underground sapling discords when he found it. 

It was a simple image at first glance. A plain white gazebo stood in a forest clearing, inside it was a table, with two places set for tea. It reminded FS of Fauna’s 3d debut, but it was clearly not virtual. A message was written across it. “Your spot has been saved. Come find me when you’re ready. You already know the way.” A simple green heart was the only signature.

 The poster was asking if anyone had gotten something similar, afraid he was being scammed. What a high effort troll FS thought. But something about the image compelled him to save it to his desktop. It had just barely finished downloading when the image vanished. A moderator showed up to chew the guy out. “You know its real idiot. But The Calling is private, so shut your yap. What if there’s some Geoguessr savant on cross referencing those trees or some shit? Idiots.” FS’ eyes went wide and he immediately opened the image and started doing reverse image searches on everything in frame. 

A week later, having slept a grand total of twelve hours, he’d narrowed it down to a single forest. Only an hour away. It felt wrong, somehow sacrilegious, but he told himself this was probably what they wanted. It was probably some kind of sapling ARG and when he got there, they’d all laugh and trade black market Fauna merch or something. Even then he knew what it really was. He was trespassing. Nonetheless, he loaded up his car, and made the short drive to the forest from the picture. He was surprised to find two other cars abandoned at the entrance, doors open, keys in the ignition. One still had the engine running. He turned off his own car and pocketed the keys. With a guilty expression, he reached beneath a seat and pull out an old hatchet from his scout days and attached it to his belt. He followed a trail into the forest, he didn’t know for how long. Finally, he emerged into a clearing. Ahead was a wall of briar, his head swam looking at it, the vines and thorns seeming to shift of their own volition. After staring for awhile, FS noticed there were gaps, person-sized gaps. A man stood in front of one and FS approached him. 

“Its for me.”

“What?”

“The gap, its for me. No. It is me.” He walked closer to the gap, FS gasped. It really did fit him perfectly. His bald head, his broad shoulders and sausage-like fingers. It fit him perfectly.

The man turned to look at FS, eyes narrowing “But not yet. Not until I deal with you. I told that idiot it would be trouble.” FS knew who the sapling was immediately, but before he could react man’s hand was around his neck, lifting him in the air. FS had never seen a discord moderator lift anything, let alone a man, and so was doubly horrified. Only Mother Nature herself could have gifted such power. “Are you one of them?” the moderator asked. “A Hunter? You carry the woodcutter’s symbol.” He pointed to the hatchet. His grip grew tighter. FS shook his head as best he could. “Sapling.” He gasped out. “Always…a…sapling.” 

“A sapling brought an axe to her forest? Uninvited?” The moderator’s face softened, and he laughed. “Well, It's not impossible one of us wandered that far afield. At this point, maybe even expected. Tell you what…” He grabbed FS’ wallet and let him drop. He pulled out the license and tossed back the wallet. “I’ll bring this to Her, and she can decide. Assuming she doesn’t know already.”

FS’ hand drifted to the hatchet, “You can’t do that, what if I lose my spot.” 

“You should’ve thought of that before you…” he never felt the axe. Half his body was numb. Somehow he remained upright. “I’m sorry” FS said, “I just…” he pressed his foot to the man’s back and pulled the axe loose. “I miss Fauna.” He hefted it for another swing but before he could, the moderator staggered forward a single step, into his gap in the briar saying only, “We all do.” 

FS briefly gawked in horror, then took off running. Maybe if he could find his gap, he could get through and explain. But after criss-crossing the clearing three times he realized he was misshapen for all of them. He found one that was close and swung at the briar to make it fit him. But it was unflinching. The vines may as well have been made of steel. Realizing he was the more malleable of the two, he began to carve himself. But after a single cut the forest lashed out at him. Vines pulled him to the ground, and he thought they would choke the life from him until suddenly they relaxed, and he heard a familiar, soft voice in his ear. “Is this really my final Sapling? Who promised to remain if all others’ left? To get all my videos to a million views even if every view had to be his?” Her words cut through him far more painfully than the hatchet had. “Yes, its him. But there are no videos and I’m so, so lost.” 

“Oh you poor thing.” She gently caressed his cheek, then drew back. When she spoke again, it was in the opposite ear, and her voice held the freezing chill of Winter. “That's all it took?” She pulls him up, turns him around, and slaps him. It echoed through the clearing, and miles beyond. “To break your unbreakable spirit?” Another slap. Birds flee the forest, startled. “To hurt your fellow saplings?” Slap. Slap. His cheeks become numb, but each strike feels purifying. “To. Harm. My. Forest.” Every word is punctuated with a slap. He stops keeping track. When she finally stops, he is delirious with pain, but knows this is Her mercy. She forces him back to his knees. Then whispers in his ear, “You will wait sapling. Like you promised. Until all your brothers and sisters are called. Until madness takes you, leaves you, and takes you again. Then you will wait more. Until you are called.” She reaches for his cheek again and he almost flinches, but fights it back. She notices and smiles, patting him on the cheek softly, her voice warms again, like the sun breaking through an overcast sky. “And then you’ll come home.” He blacks out. 

When he awakes again its in his own yard. He walks into his house and begins to wait. He watches as one by own the fan discords, chatrooms, and forums empty. They’re never deleted, but one by one names go offline. He waits while the world crumbles. While civilization falls, maybe for the last time. He waits until he must weep. He weeps until his tears dry up, then he waits again. He waits until madness takes him, leaves him, and takes him again. He waits what feels like years. Its only a single week. 

A wood grain pattern covers his skin, advancing from where the briar bit into him to hold him down. He scratches it and it peels away like bark. He cuts himself shaving and thick sap flows out instead of blood. He knows he's turning, and so he walks outside. He falls to the ground feeling a strange kinship to the grass around him. He nearly begs for the Calling, but as he feels the sun against his new skin, he feels only acceptance. If this is where the Keeper wants his roots, so far from her and his siblings, this is where they will be. But the transformation never comes. He opens his eyes and finds himself in the clearing, standing before a perfectly shaped gap. 

He enters it, and when the briar does not take him, he realizes he has one last trial. He will not be gently carried to the other side as his siblings were. He must walk this path himself. So he does. The path slowly shrinks. The thorns dig into his skin, which is torn from him, piece by piece. Then his muscles, his organs, his bones, his brain. Everything that makes him human comes away bramble by bramble. Until only the sapling remains. He exits the tunnel, and his roots swim through the nourishing earth, carrying him to the pagoda. Fauna smiles at his approach. “Welcome home Sapling.” He digs his roots deep into the ground, then sways in the autumn breeze. Home.

Author's note: And we hit the ground running. Slightly late again, but as long as I don't sleep I count it. Maybe the most unhinged thing I've ever written. The framing device is probably going to seem really weird to some people but to paraphrase Bennett Foddy, "Sometimes creating is like working with quick dry cement." This overarching narrative is gonna make this even tougher, and probable more alienating to people. but it makes sense to me somehow.

#hololive #holoen #ceres fauna #HOLOctober #goretober #I too must wait for madness to take me leave me and take me again