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dam-those-words · 5 years

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15 Questions Tag Game!

I was (kinda) tagged by @georgiacambrielwritblr!

Rules: Pick a character (or two in my case) from your WIP and have them answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people!

(Also, I already had this post done but when I tried to post it Tumblr went Thud appearently and deleted it instead, so I had to start over. Sorry for the long wait Georgia lol)

1. What is your full name?

" I'm Aniol Kaminski," The dirty-blonde male on the interviewer's right ruffles his red and gold wings. It takes most of the interviewer's willpower to not stare at them while shaking his hand; of course they've seen wings before, but never like these.

"Mattea Sarai," Says the platinum blonde on the interviewer's left. She completely disregards the interviewers outstretched hand and instead sits back in her wooden chair and crosses her arms.

2. What does it mean?

"Mine means something like, 'Stone Angel,' in Polish, so that's pretty cool." Aniol's voice is a growly-type deep, and paired with his thick accent, it takes the interviewer a second the realize what he said.

"You're so lucky. [Throwback to when his name was actually Lucky lmao] My name means some bullshit like, 'Princess,' or 'God's Gift,' or something. Makes me wanna barf just thinking about it." Mattea says, making a puking gesture.

"Woah there, young lady. Who taught you to cuss?" Aniol grins at her, but the way he flashes it makes it seem more like baring his teeth.

Mattea raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'Who taught you to cuss?' Have you heard yourself?" She leans forward in her wooden chair, putting her elbows on her knees.

Aniol leans forward, copying Mattea. He whispers-- well more like growls-- something too quiet for the interviewer to hear, but makes the rage in Mattea's eyes simmer.

The tension in the room makes the interviewer realize that the wooden table in between them would do nothing if the got into a fight as bad as they'd been rumored to. The interviewer clears their throat and asks the next question.

3. Do you two have any nicknames or other names?

"I don't really have any, but this little devil does call me Bird Boy more often than she calls me Aniol," Aniol nodded towards the girl across the wooden table.

Mattea had snatched a peanut butter cookie from the gold-lined plate in the middle of the table, and now had a mouthful of cookie. She somehow still managed to say, "Are you forgetting about Jexi calling you Ann? Like, Ann of Green Gables?"

Aniol simply rolls his eyes, replying, "I'm not forgetting, I'm just ignoring the fact that you've appearently eavesdropped. And don't talk while eating,"

"Its not like I try to listen to everything that happens in your guys' rooms, especially at night when you guys--"

"Anyway, why don't you tell them what your nickname is?" His cheeks are a bright red as he talks.

Mattea smiles, relaxing a little and shrugging. "I don't really have any, either. Oh, well, Mayson calls me Matt sometimes. But other than that, none."

4. What's your gender?

"Male, obviously," Aniol says, the pink already fading.

"Female," Mattea answers.

"God, we're so boring. I wish we had Dani so they could spice it up," There's a tinge of sadness in his voice. He frowns down at his hands where he holds a small paperclip he had been figiting with, his short and jagged hair falling into his eyes.

Mattea's eyebrows scrunch for a split second before a mask of arrogance passes over he features, and she says, "Speak for yourself, amigo. I'm the most interesting out of the entire Assassin's."

Aniol's returning look is so full of an emotion that the interviewer can't place, but still makes them look away and clear their throat yet again.

5. What is your sexuality?

"I'm pansexual," Aniol says quickly, sitting back in his chair and grabbing a cookie.

The confusion must have shown on the interviewer's face, since Aniol adds on, in a matter-of-fact tone, "It means that I can like anyone, regardless of their gender."

The interviewer nods and turns towards Mattea for an answer.

She had become a completely different person than she was about five seconds ago: she had somehow scrunched in on herself, grabbing her arms as if she were cold. Her lips were pursed.

"I--uh, I don't... I think--" Mattea is interrupted again by Aniol, but this time her expression changes to relief instead of amusement.

"We've talked about it before, and Mattea would like to not answer that question. If we could move on, that'd be great." He says in the same matter-of-fact tone as earlier.

6. Where are you from?

"Poland, though you can probably tell," Aniol says, his accent somehow becoming thicker than before.

Mattea clears her throat, the tension slowly leaving her body. "I'm from here. Akida."

7. How old are you?

"I'm 25. I was born on October 2nd, 2005." Aniol says.

"I'm only two years younger than him, and yet he somehow thinks that he's sooo--" Mattea does jazz hands as she speaks. "--much smarter and wiser than me, even though I obviously am the smarter one."

Aniol rolls his eyes, throwing the last bit of his cookie at her. He hits her directly in the forehead. His eyes go wide.

There's a moment of silence before they both burst out laughing. It fills the small room, and the interviewer can't help but join them.

8. Any special talents?

"Not really. I mean, I'm pretty good at baseball, but my wings get in the way for any sport." Aniol ruffles his wings again in emphasis. The interviewer silently thanks themselves again for remembering to get a special chair to accommodate his wings.

"I'm good at using most weapons, besides those stupid miscellaneous ones. I'm also good at braiding my own hair, which is something even Jexi can't do." Mattea figits with her hair tie, throwing Aniol an arrogant grin.

"Hey, you should put all that on your future resumes. I'm great at weapons, also known as murder, I can tie my hair back like any normal human, and I can be incredibly stupid! I'm the whole package!" Aniol mocks, making his deep voice extremely high.

The interviewer tenses, but is pleasantly surprised when all Mattea does is laugh and look expectantly for the next question.

9. Any kids?

Mattea bark-laughs again, shaking her head vigorously.

Aniol only shrugs his shoulders and says, "In the future, if my partner wants them. But none right now,"

10. What's your aesthetic?

Mattea interrupts Aniol before he has a chance to open his mouth, ticking the subjects off on her fingers as she talks, "Water fountains, pale roses, lip balm, pastel colors, stationary--"

It's Aniol's turn to cut her off, asking what an aesthetic is.

"It's like... your vibes. Like, for you it would be something like... maybe lots of grey and orange things." Mattea explains.

"That sounds stupid, but whatever. I guess mine is cobblestone, rain... uh, bright orange feathers and pumpkins. I don't know what it means, don't laugh at me!" He adds when Mattea tries to cover her laugh up with a cough.

11. Who's your best friend?

"Jexi,"

"Are you sure it's only best friend? Nothing else?" Mattea prods at Aniol's answer.

"Oh shut up. What about you and Mayson, huh?" He snaps back. Her cheeks turn as red as Aniol's cheeks earlier.

"That's not important,"

"Mhm," Though their words suggest tension, their eyes are full of amusement.

12. Would you ever get piercings or tattoos?

"I already have a tattoo," Aniol says, pulling up his grey sleeve to show a black and white tattoo of an arrow on his bicep.

"Wait, when did you get that?" Mattea asks, leaning forward to see it better.

"Jexi gave it to me when we were nineteen,"

Mattea's eyebrows rise. "Jexi did? And you still refuse to acknowledge the fact that she's--"

"Did I not make myself clear, Matt?" Aniol snarls, letting his sleeve fall down.

Mattea snarls right back.

The interviewer hastily asks the next question, hoping to change their focus onto them.

13. When are you happiest?

Aniol throws Mattea one last death glare before ruffling his wings yet again. "When I'm flying,"

"With a certain someone," Mattea tries to whisper but the interviewer hears her anyway, smirking.

"Do you have a death wish or what, Matt?"

"Name a time when I didn't,"

Aniol starts to respond but is cut off by the interviewer, still desperately hoping to get through this interview without a fight. The interviewer asks Mattea the question again.

"If I'm honest, I really like sketching. And archery. And I do like to banter with this idiot," She smiles again, but it's (thankfully) filled with much less venom than before.

That quickly, the tension leaves the room. The interviewer was amazed at their ability to start and end an argument in less than a minute. No wonder these two were always in trouble.

14. What's your biggest secret?

"Oooh, that's a good one. Why don't you go first, Aniol?" Mattea claps her hands, threading them together and putting them on her now crossed legs.

"Oh, uh. I guess... I'm terrified of spiders. Like, I hate then with my whole being,"

Mattea seemingly can't help but laugh at that, trying again and failing at turning it into a cough.

"Hey, you're scared of them, too! Don't you remember when you made Noah switch sleeping bags with you because you thought there was a spider in yours?" Aniol hastily defends himself.

"Yeah, but," Mattea is laughing so hard she can barely talk.

It takes longer than the interviewer would have liked for Mattea to finally calm down, and to ask the question again.

"I think my biggest secret is how I got this necklace and why." Mattea answers, holding out a silver chain with a half-cresent moon dangling on it.

When she doesn't continue, the interviewer decides to move on and get this interview over with.

15. Last question: What's the first thing you notice about people?

"Hmm. I think I notice how they move firstly. That alone tells you a lot about them," Mattea answers, nodding at her own answer.

A grin creeps onto Aniol's face at her, but he only says, "I notice their eye or lips first. I don't really know why, and I honestly should notice their movement first, but," He shrugs.

Oh jeez, I'm sorry for the long post lmao!

And idk about 15 people, since tumblr might decide to not actually tag them, but I'll try as many as I can think of!

@supersockosis @toboldlywrite @quillwritten @quilloftheclouds @fruzsiwrites @reeseweston @writeness @bartlebyboys @pens-swords-stuff @msmeaghanrey

As always, you dont have to do this is you dont want to (or already did it), and if I didnt tag you feel free to do it anyway and say I tagged you!

#tag games #tag game #long post #sorryyyyy #i know im a hypocrite lmao #my ocs #mattea sarai #aniol kaminski #btw theyre pronounced exactly how they look #well #aniol is ann yule #but besides that #yeah

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thedeliverygod · 6 years

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The Ship of Dreams

A Noragami Titanic AU Drabble Collection

2 & 3/?

I apparently forgot to put chapter 2 on here so you guys are getting a two for one deal lol. The links for AO3 and ff.net will lead to chapter 3 though.

AO3|ff.net

“Can’t believe he kicked me out of the room.” Yato muttered to himself as he stared up at the clear starry sky, chewing on his lip in annoyance, “After I was the one who got it for us in the first place. Ungrateful brat.” He shivered and pulled his jacket closer to his body, starting to think that maybe he should just find somewhere on the ship to lurk around until Yukine finally gave in and let him in again.

Just as he started to push his elbows into the bench to lift himself up, he heard the heavy clacking of heels on the wooden deck as well as loud sobs rushing past him. Keeping low, he peeked over the top of the bench to see the same girl he had been staring up at earlier that day, clinging on to the rail desperately and looking down into the ocean as her shoulders shook in time with her cries.

After a minute or two, the sounds grew quieter and she seemed to get a determined look on her face before stepping up onto the first bar of the railing.

At that, he snapped upward, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The girl whirled her head around in shock, “W-what? Who are you?”

“That really isn’t important right now.” He got up from the bench and pushed his hands into his pockets, “’Again, what are you doing?”

Her mouth hung open in surprise, “I-I-I’m—” She turned back to look over the back of the ship, “Nothing. I’m just upset, alright?”

“So you’re not planning on flinging yourself off the side of the ship, then.” Yato answered in somewhat of a mutter.

“What? No! I—” She had started to turn again to look at him before the heel of her shoe tangled in her dress and she started to dip forward, letting out a loud scream.

“Shit.” He dove forward and grabbed both sides of her waist, yanking her backwards with enough force to knock both of them over. They both hit the floor with a yelp, Yato panting and the girl sputtering out a few coughs. “Are you…okay?” He took a few breaths before he could finish his question.

She inhaled deeply, “Yes, I think so.” She sat up quickly and moved to the side of him, her face getting flushed, “E-excuse me, sorry.”

“Don’t need… to apologize.” He breathed out before coughing as well as he sat up, “Unless you were going to off yourself in front of me.”

“I told you—” She fired back at him angrily before he waved her hand to shush her.

“HOLD IT!” They were interrupted by the sound of pounding footsteps of a group of men rushing towards them.

Yato’s eyes widened, “Wha—” The girl’s eyes flashed to him, almost seeming apologetic, confusing him more until he found himself with his face pushed against the ground and his hands pulled behind his back, “The hell!?”

“Rabou-san—Kouto!” He heard her voice from above him as if she had stood up.

As whoever held him pushed him even harder against the deck, he heard another voice answer, “Hiyori!” The voice then turned into pure venom and he felt what felt like a shoe begin to press down into his back, “How dare you touch my fiancée—”

“Kouto, stop!” Her voice was shrill, “Rabou-san, you too. He was helping me!”

Yato was released only to find himself harshly shoved upward to meet two glares, Hiyori’s worried face just barely within his line of sight.

“Is that true?” The man with auburn hair lingered just a few inches from his face, his intense stare not faltering a bit.

Yato glared back out of sheer annoyance, “Yeah.”

Hiyori took a step in between them, explaining frantically, “I was trying to look at the… the, um…” she trailed off, waving her hands.

“The propeller…?” He questioned back, squinting his eyes.

“Y-yes.” She nodded sheepishly.

The white haired man gave a sharp laugh, commenting, “Goes to show you that women and machinery don’t mix.”

Yato didn’t miss Hiyori’s quick glare at his words, but he let out a sigh of relief as the grip holding his hands behind his back finally released him. He shook his wrists in front of him, trying to get rid of the numbing feeling that had started to creep in.

“So I guess we’ve got a hero on our hands.” Rabou looked at him smugly, suggesting, “Don’t you think he deserves some sort of award?”

He almost sounded sarcastic, but the other started to reach into his jacket, “I suppose you’re right—”

“Are you really going to put a price on saving my life, Kouto?” Hiyori asked in disbelief, her voice cracking.

His eyes widening as he realized his mistake, he withdrew his hand and hummed to himself, “Hiyori is displeased… Hm…” He looked up before turning back to Yato, “How about you join us for dinner tomorrow night so we can recount your tale of heroism?” He motioned towards him for his name.

Rabou looked on in disbelief and Hiyori seemed to be urging him to agree, so he did, “Uh… Yeah, sure. And it’s Yato.”

“We’ll see you then.” She took a step forward, lowering her voice, “And thank you.”

The three of them started to walk off before he cleared his throat, “Actually, would it be alright to bring along my kid—uh, kid brother?” He wasn’t really his brother, nor truly his child, but he wasn’t sure what else to call him, especially in front of this sort of audience.

Hiyori paused before smiling brightly, “Of course.”

Hiyori had spotted him on the lower deck that morning and attempted to subtly wave him up. After giving her a blank look in return, she waved more furiously, earning the looks from other passengers and causing both her and Yato to turn light shades of pink.

“What’s up?” He tried to ask as nonchalantly as possible as she let him through the gate, avoiding the harsh stares that were still very much present.

“Nothing, I just wanted the chance to speak to you in a… calmer setting.” She tugged the fabric at his arm before rushing forward, “Let’s move farther down the deck.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He mumbled under his breath, glad to escape their audience.

Finding a good stopping point, she turned around to face him and looked him over for a minute before squinting, “If you have a little brother, why is it that I always find you without him? Are your parents on the ship?”

“Ah, no.” Yato swallowed and cleared his throat, “Yukine isn’t really my brother, but I didn’t really want to get into that during that moment, you know. There was enough going on. He’s a kid that I sort of take care of, but he does alright on his own as well. He’s short, but he’s a teenager.”

Her frown only seemed to deepen, “Well it doesn’t seem like you’re doing a very good job of taking care of him if you’re just letting him wander around a ship on his own.”

He laid his portfolio across his chest and crossed his arms over it, “Truth be told, he made friends with some kid named Suzuha shortly after boarding and he’d rather hang out with him than me. And for your information, Suzuha’s parents are aboard the ship, if it helps you feel any better. Not that that’s any of your business, really.”

Seeing Hiyori turn red again and part her lips with a lack of something to say, he smirked and added, “I’ve been on my own since I was fifteen. My old man was abusive so I got the hell out of there as soon as I could. My little sister came with me at first, but dad didn’t treat her nearly as bad as me, and she ended up going back to him despite everything. But anyway, I found Yukine who was pretty much in the same situation as me and I was already somewhat used to having a kid tag along by that point, so I just took him in myself.”

“O-oh…” She chewed on her lip, still at a loss for words and sympathy shining through her expression.

Yato leaned his back against the wall, “Don’t worry about it. We’ve struggled, but we’re making it okay. I mean, we’re on this ship.” He made a wide gesture with his arms before looking back at her, “Anyway, what’s your story? Why were you so worked up last night?”

Hiyori took a breath before laughing nervously, “I’m sure you’ll think I’m being over dramatic.”

He didn’t say anything, just waved his hand forward urging her to continue.

“It—it’s everything. I don’t even have room to breathe anymore. I’m constantly being asked a million questions or being watched even when I’m just trying to have some solitude. It’s a miracle I even managed to catch you like this. There’s just so many expectations, hundreds of invitations have been sent out, and I’ve been weighed down by literally everything ever since I got this.” She held out her hand to reveal an elaborate engagement ring, but she looked at it as if she wanted to do nothing more than rip it off of her finger and toss it into the sea.

Yato raised his eyebrows at the ring momentarily, thinking, ‘That thing’s probably worth more than anything I’ll ever make in my life.’ Looking up at her face, he asked, “Do you not love him, then?”

Hiyori dropped her hand and looked at him with wide eyes, “What?”

Rephrasing the question, he asked, “Do you love him?”

“T-that’s…” She coughed as if she had lost all the air in her body before she regained her composure, “That is a totally inappropriate question.”

“…It’s a really simple question, actually.” He put his hands on his hips and gave her a smug stare; sure that he already knew the answer.

“One that’s extremely rude and that I’m not obligated to answer.” She huffed in response, “Anyway, I invited you up here; this is my part of the ship. I think you should be heading back.”

Yato quirked an eyebrow, “Now look who’s being rude.”

Hiyori let out another huff before roughly grabbing his portfolio out of his arms, “What is this thing you’ve been carrying around all morning anyway?”

“It’s—” He reached out after it for a moment before letting his hand fall back to his side, “It’s my sketch book.”

The more she flipped through it, the more her mouth opened wide in awe. When she finally looked back up at him, she commented in a small voice, “These are really good.”

“Er, thanks.” He muttered sheepishly, looking down at his shoes.

“No, really. They’re very good.” She sounded awestruck.

Yato gave somewhat off a scoff, trying not to let her admiration go to his head, “Glad you think so, all the so called professional art critics don’t seem to agree.”

#noragami #yatori #noragami fanfiction #my writing #The Ship of Dreams

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