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Review: Kafka On The Shore by Haruki Murakami

Book 1 of 2023

Start Reading Time: 28 December 2022

Finish reading Time: 27 January 2023

Page Count: 467 Pages

TRIGGER WARNINGS: ABANDONMENT, RAPE, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, ADULT/MINOR RELATIONSHIP, ANIMAL DEATH, BODY HORROR, ANIMAL CRUELTY, DEATH, INCEST, AND VIOLENCE

This is the spoiler-free part of the review. I will put up a spoiler alert before going into the review that contains spoilers.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST READ?!

Last year I started the year with one of the best books I have ever had the pleasure of reading, A Little Life, but this year... I started the year with this steaming hot mess.

Oh, and happy new year, by the way. I wish you a much, much better start of the year than mine, and I'm also wishing myself, and all of you a much better rest of the year.

I think this is the first book that has gotten me feel so mad and disgusted, while simultaneously intrigued me enough to make me want to find out the answers in the end so I kept reading it (painful though it was) until the very end, and then left feeling immeasurably disappointed by the ending, and just the whole book as a whole.

I am well aware that there are A LOT of people who love this book, and no offense to those people, but this book infuriates me unlike any other, so this might not be the review to read for those people, as this will be a rant review. But again, I'd like to remind you that maybe I am just a dummy who doesn't have the brain capacity to understand or appreciate the genius of this book. However, this dummy has a lot of thoughts and feelings that need to be expressed, thus the rant review. If these thoughts and feelings offended you in any way, please know that it is never my intention. I respect everyone's tastes and preferences, and I understand that art is subjective, and I hope you would extend the same sentiment to me.

In other words, please don't come for me.

This is the first Murakami book I've ever read, and this book has been sitting in my TBR since about 3 years ago. Almost everyone and their moms were talking about it and recommending it to me, including my friend, who recommended this book to be our book club's pick. I hate to say that I now have beef with those people. (Nope, just kidding, although I am now highly skeptical of their book recs now)

Anyway, I know Murakami is a highly regarded author and has written many books that are highly praised. But now, having read one of his books, I don't think I like his style of writing, which is very disappointing to me. I thought he'll be an author that I will like, and I planned to read more of his books this year. I have now scratched that plan. Listen, I want to give him another chance, maybe this book is just the only book that just doesn't work for me, and maybe I'll like his other books, I really wanted to believe it. But, I am just still so freshly traumatized by this book that I can't even bear the thought of reading another creation of the man who wrote about some of, if not the most brutal animal killing scenes in books I have ever read, among other brutal scenes like incest and rape.

I am definitely NOT a fan of this book, and I will try to not make this review overly negative and be a constructive criticism instead.

BOOK SUMMARY:

Kafka Tamura has just turned 15 years old, and he's running away from home. He's going to be the world's toughest 15 year old. Why? His father told him the prophecy that he was cursed to do three of the most despicable things:

Murder his own father

Have sex with his own mother

Have sex with his own sister

Now, Kafka's Mom and older sister left him and his father when he was younger, and he can't even remember their names or faces. Kafka doesn't really talk to his father, and they don't really have a relationship. Kafka has been planning his flee from home for years, and on the eve of his 15th birthday, he's finally going to put that plan into action.

Kafka's main reason is he's trying to escape his "fate" of killing his father, and having sex with his mom and his sister. Kafka knows if he keeps living with his father, the prophecy will come true, but if he's far away from his father he might have a chance of changing his fate. Also, since he can't remember his mom and sister's faces and names, he suspects almost every woman he met of being his mom or sister, but he knows he can't know for sure.

Meanwhile, Nakata's been looking for a house cat that's been missing for days. That's Nakata's job, people pay him with money, food or clothes to look for their lost cats because somehow, the well mannered though intellectually challenged old man has ways of finding lost cats. His secret? He can talk to cats. Yup, Nakata may be old, living on government's aids and can't read, but he sure can talk to cats, and that's how he's able to find all these lost cats.

But he's been looking for this one cat for days now, but he still couldn't find it. No matter, Nakata's a patient man and he doesn't mind waiting for hours for the lost cat to show up at one spot where another cat told him they spotted the cat. However, somehow, Nakata found himself being cornered by a strange man asking him to kill him, otherwise the strange man would kill more and more cats in the most gruesome ways.

Will Kafka be able to change his fate?

What will Nakata do to the strange man?

Kafka and Nakata may not know each other, but their fates would intersect in the most bizarre way.

🚨SPOILER ALERT🚨

From this point forward in the review, I will mention spoilers, plot twist and the ending. So, if you don’t wish to be spoiled, you can skip the rest of the review and come back to this review once you’ve finished reading this book.

The best things about this book for me are...

THE PROSE. It's beautiful, not gonna lie.

The philosophies scattered in between scenes, though they were being delivered in some of the most peculiar ways. The craziest one must be when that sex worker was telling Hoshino about philosophy that she's learning in the university to keep him from coming too early. I love the philosophies, absolutely DESPISED the way it's being told.

Oshima. Him and Nakata are two of the best characters of this book (except when Oshima said he had no problem with Kafka and Saeki having sex). Hoshino can be relatable sometimes, and at other times he can be hilarious and generous, but he can be an ass too, and that sex scene traumatized me.

Nakata is so endearing. He reminded me of Charlie from Flowers for Algernon at the beginning of the book, before he gets the operation. I kept reading the book because of Nakata, honestly. I was hoping he'd get his memory pre-incident.

Some *hopefully* constructive criticisms…

I think this book could do with so much less description about body parts, and just the overall perversion. Maybe don't make the characters to be so fucking horny? Also make it to be less sex scenes, or maybe make them to be much more subtle and tasteful. Some of the sex scenes straight up read like a very bad script for a very bad porn movie.

Seems to me that the author could not help himself but mentions a female character's legs, body and breasts while describing her, and it is SO uncomfortable to read, oh dear God it's like being inside a pervert's mind. EW.

I don't mind the magical realism aspect, but please make it make sense a little, or at least give answers to the questions that intrigued the readers in the first to half part of the book. What was the plane that made all the kids collapse? Who is Kafka's dad and what is his powers? Was Sakura really Kafka's sister? How did Nakata get his powers?

NO INCEST, PLEASE. Take it out of the book and make the curse something else, literally anything else, murder his mother maybe? Tank her business and take away her power to live? Anything else but incest please. Why did it have to be incest and why did it have to be described so graphically?

NO RAPE SCENES, PLEASE. What is the point, it seems like the author just wants to gross out the readers and get a massive reaction out of them by including that "dream incest rape" scene. I legit want to throw up while reading that part.

My favourite moments from the book:

I don't think there's any... My favorite part of this whole experience is when I finally finished reading it, and ended my misery.

And finally, here are my favorite quotes from the book:

""Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions," Crow says. Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine."

""You're going to be the world's toughest fifteen-year-old," Crow whispers as I try to fall asleep. Like he was carving the words in a deep blue tattoo on my heart. And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about."

"The world is a huge space, but the space that will take you in—and it doesn't have to be very big—is nowhere to be found. You seek a voice, but what do you get? Silence."

"Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart."

""'In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion,'" she repeats, making sure of it. If she had paper and pencil, it wouldn't surprise me if she wrote it down. "So what does that really mean? In simple terms." I think it over. It takes me a while to gather my thoughts, but she waits patiently. "I think it means," I say, "that chance encounters are what keep us going. In simple terms.""

""'Even chance meetings'... how does the rest of that go?" "'Are the result of karma.'" "Right, right," she says. "But what does it mean?" "That things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there's no such thing as coincidence.""

""According to Aristophanes in Plato's Symposium, in the ancient world of myth there were three types of people," Oshima says. "Have you heard about this?" "No." "In ancient times people weren't just male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female, or female/female. In other words, each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyone was happy with this arrangement and never really gave it much thought. But then God took a knife and cut everybody in half, right down the middle. So after that the world was divided just into male and female, the upshot being that people spend their time running around trying to locate their missing other half." ... "Anyway, my point is that it's really hard for people to live their lives alone.""

""There're all sorts of cats—just like there're all sorts of people." "That's exactly right. Nakata feels the same way. There are all kinds of people in the world, and all kinds of cats.""

""What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow." Nakata tugged a few times at the bill of his hat in his hands. "To tell the truth, Nakata's had that feeling before. That my shadow is weak. Other people might not notice, but I do." "That's good, then," the cat said. "But I'm already old, and may not live much longer. Mother's already dead. Father's already dead. Whether you're smart or dumb, can read or can't, whether you've got a shadow or not, once the time comes, everybody passes on. You die and they cremate you. You turn into ashes and they bury you at a place called Karasuyama."

"I go back to the reading room, where I sink down in the sofa and into the world of The Arabian Nights. Slowly, like a movie fadeout, the real world evaporates. I'm alone, inside the world of the story. My favorite feeling in the world."

"Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through, is now like something from the distant past. We're so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn. New styles, new information, new technology, new terminology... But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone"

"It's all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. It's just like Yeats said: In dreams begin responsibilities. Flip this around and you could say that where there's no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise. Just like we see with Eichmann."

"But that calm won't last long, you know. It's like beasts that never tire, tracking you everywhere you go. They come out at you deep in the forest. They're tough, relentless, merciless, untiring, and they never give up. You might control yourself now, and not masturbate, but they'll get you in the end, as a wet dream. You might dream about raping your sister, your mother. It's not something you can control. It's a power beyond you—and all you can do is accept it. You're afraid of imagination. And even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the responsibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep, and dreams are a part of sleep. When you're awake you can suppress imagination. But you can't suppress dreams."

"Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear."

""From my own experience, when someone is trying very hard to get something, they don't. And when they're running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them. I'm generalizing, of course.""

""That's how stories happen—with a turning point, an unexpected twist. There's only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.""

""Kafka, in everybody's life there's a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can't go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That's how we survive.""

""You build up relationships like that one after another and before you know it you have meaning. The more connections, the deeper the meaning. Doesn't matter if it's eel, or rice bowls, or grilled fish, whatever. Get it?" "No, I still don't understand. Does food make connections between things?" "Not just food. Streetcars, the emperor, whatever." "But I don't ride streetcars." "That's fine. Look—what I'm getting at is no matter who or what you're dealing with, people build up meaning between themselves and the things around them. The important thing is whether this comes about naturally or not. Being bright has nothing to do with it. What matters is that you see things with your own eyes.""

""Things change every day, Mr. Nakata. With each new dawn it's not the same world as the day before. And you're not the same person you were, either. You get what I'm saying?""

""The world of the grotesque is the darkness within us. Well before Freud and Jung shined a light on the workings of the subconscious, this correlation between darkness and our subconscious, these two forms of darkness, was obvious to people. It wasn't a metaphor, even. If you trace it back further, it wasn't even a correlation. Until Edison invented the electric light, most of the world was totally covered in darkness. The physical darkness outside and the inner darkness of the soul were mixed together, with no boundary separating the two. They were directly linked. Like this." Oshima brings his two hands together tightly. "In Murasaki Shikibu's time living spirits were both a grotesque phenomenon and a natural condition of the human heart that was right there with them. People of that period probably couldn't conceive of these two types of darkness as separate from each other. But today things are different. The darkness in the outside world has vanished, but the darkness in our hearts remains, virtually unchanged. Just like an iceberg, what we label the ego or consciousness is, for the most part, sunk in darkness. And that estrangement sometimes creates a deep contradiction or confusion within us.""

""Were you lonely when you were fifteen?" "In a sense, I guess. I wasn't alone, but I was terribly lonely. Because I knew that I would never be happier than I was then. That much I knew for sure. That's why I wanted to go—just as I was—to some place where there was no time.""

""My grandpa always said asking a question is embarrassing for a moment, but not asking is embarrassing for a lifetime.""

""Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time. It's just a natural feeling. You're not the person who discovered that feeling, so don't go trying to patent it, okay?""

""The strength I'm looking for isn't the kind where you win or lose. I'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. What I want is the kind of strength to be able to absorb that outside power, to stand up to it. The strength to quietly endure things—unfairness, misfortune, sadness, mistakes, misunderstandings." "That's got to be the most difficult strength of all to make your own." "I know....""

"Life's crappy, no matter how you cut it. He just hadn't understood that when he was little."

""Archduke Rudolph didn't make a name for himself as either a pianist or a composer, but sort of stood in the shadows lending a helping hand to Beethoven, who didn't know much about getting ahead in the world. If it hadn't been for him, Beethoven would have had a much tougher time." "Those kind of people are necessary in life, huh?" "Absolutely." "The world would be a real mess if everybody was a genius. Somebody's got to keep watch, take care of business." "Exactly. A world full of geniuses would have significant problems.""

"Listening to Fournier's flowing, dignified cello, Hoshino was drawn back to his childhood. He used to go to the river every day to catch fish. Nothing to worry about back then, he reminisced. Just live each day as it came. As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the line it all changed. Living turned me into nothing. Weird... People are born in order to live, right? But the longer I've lived, the more I've lost what's inside me—and ended up empty. And I bet the longer I live, the emptier, the more worthless, I'll become. Something's wrong with this picture. Life isn't supposed to turn out like this! Isn't it possible to shift direction, to change where I'm headed?"

""I had a kind of revelation last night. Taking crazy things seriously is—a serious waste of time." "A very wise conclusion. There's that saying, 'Pointless thinking is worse than no thinking at all.'""

""But this is something you have to figure out on your own. Nobody can help you. That's what love's all about, Kafka. You're the one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark. Your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.""

"I've always been a great fan of the Chunichi Dragons, he thought, but what are the Dragons to me, anyway? Say they beat the Giants—how's that going to make me a better person? How could it? So why the heck have I spent all this time getting worked up like the team was some extension of myself?"

""Do you think music has the power to change people? Like you listen to a piece and go through some major change inside?" Oshima nodded. "Sure, that can happen. We have an experience—like a chemical reaction—that transforms something inside us. When we examine ourselves later on, we discover that all the standards we've lived by have shot up another notch and the world's opened up in unexpected ways. Yes, I've had that experience. Not often, but it has happened. It's like falling in love.""

""Let a bright light shine in and melt the coldness in your heart. That's what being tough is all about.""

""Every one of us is losing something precious to us," he says after the phone stops ringing. "Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads—at least that's where I imagine it—there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.""

This book makes me wish that there was a way to remove a memory from your brain, like some kind of a bleach, so you can wash your brain clean off of the nastiness of this book. Also, I would like my 1 month worth of reading this book back, such a waste of time.

Anyway, the silver lining is that we can only go up from here, right?

PLOT - ⭐

WRITING STYLE - ⭐⭐⭐

ENTERTAINMENT LEVEL - 💔

BOOK COVER DESIGN - ⭐

OVERALL BOOK RATING - ⭐

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roger-maylor-brian-tay · 4 years

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Given Boys Daily Chat About: Ohanami

Important: Do not repost on Twitter. Especially if you are not going to do it properly.

From @given_anime on Twitter.

Haruki: let's go to this year's "ohanami"* !!!

Mafuyu: let's go.

Ritsuka: sounds good.

Akihiko: let's do it.

Haruki: is there a particular site you want to go to?

Ritsuka: no...

Mafuyu: not really.

Akihiko: for me, as long as there's sake.

Haruki: ok then, what about the food?

Ritsuka: like, yakisoba, maybe.

Mafuyu: snacks.

Akihiko: sake. And meat.

Haruki: I'll make some "tsumami"** dishes to bring along, then.

Akihiko: thanks!

Akihiko: then I'll bring the sake.

Haruki: you only want sake, don't you!?

Mafuyu: I want tea too.

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April 2, 2020

No, Mafuyu. Just tea for you.

*) Ohanami is Sakura flower-viewing. People in Japan would come to places where they can enjoy the view of Sakura flowers. People would also have a picnic while enjoying the flowers around them.

**) Tsumami are light meals that are eaten together with alcoholic beverages.

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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For every request I send, my love, tell me what you want from me in return and I’ll do it 😩😩

But can I request a Nat x Reader where Nat is surprise visiting her family in St. Petersburg only to find her girlfriend already there because they love her more than Nat. I can see Melina being like “she knows how to take care of the pigs”

Hello! Well, I would say i want hugs and kisses but we have an ocean between us haha Hope you like this my friend, it's short but it's sweet.

Gif is not mine, blessed are the gif makers.

Warnings: None.

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Dictionary> Медовый (darling/dear) | мой милый воин (my dear warrior)

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Sweet Petersburg - Oneshot

Natasha parked her car just outside her mother's house, the smell of recent rain in the air as she stepped out of the vehicle, a nostalgic smile on her lips to be back home after a while.

She's visiting for the weekend, St. Petersburg is cold in the autumn, but also really beautiful, and even if she didn't say it out loud, she misses her family everyday.

Nat walked towards the house, she hadn't spotted any family members, but judging by the noise of laughing and talking inside the kitchen, some of them were inside.

She left her bag on the sofa, moving to greet them when the sound of a voice made her frown. Sounded like you.

"Mom?" Nat called out loud and the laughter stopped. The next second two women were coming from the small kitchen to join Natasha in the living room, who was standing with her arms crossed.

"Tasha, darling, you're here!" Melina greeted excited as she moves to hug her daughter. But Natasha's eyes are on you, smiling shyly at her with your hands in your pockets.

"I am." She says. "I'm sorry, am I missing something? Why are you here, babe?"

She asks curiously directly at you. Before you can answer, Melina is touching your shoulder and smiling at her daughter.

"I invited her, of course." She clarifies. "She's great with the pigs, and she's such a lovely companion, Tasha."

Nat let's a short laugh.

"I know, mom. That's why I'm dating her." She says almost dry, and you roll her eyes at her jealousy. Nat is looking at you again next. "I thought you were in Turkey."

"I was." You say as you step forward, resting your hands on Natasha's hips. "I runned into Yelena there. Then she video chatted with your mom and they insisted for me to come for the weekend."

“And you didn't think about asking me to join you? At my family house?" Nat asked with incredulity, but you just smiled at how cute she looked when angry.

"Natasha, don't be like that, it's not like you two need to be together all the time." Melina intruders with a humorous gaze. "Besides, she's been here many times before."

"Wow, what? Natasha exclaim surprised, moving away from your arms as you give her a mixture of a guilty and playful look. "Are you two for real?"

Melina signs impatiently, turning away from this conversation as she walks to the kitchen, Natasha following her while complaining about not being fair that she was spending more time with you than with her own daughter.

You would have followed if Yelena didn't come into the living room with some groceries.

"Just saw Nat's car outside, didn't know she was coming." She remarks as you quickly move to help her with the bags.

"Yeah, you better keep these comments to yourself, Lena. " You say and rush to explain as the woman frowns at you. "Your sister is not pleased to know I’m used to came here without her."

"What? Why?" She asks while you two move to the kitchen, but you don't answer as you two meet Melina and Natasha again, still arguing.

"I just don't think it is fair that none of you called me to let me know that my girlfriend was around!" Natasha accuses grumpy making Yelena laugh.

"It's not our fault your girlfriend is nicer than you, poser." Yelena teases as she puts the groceries on the balcony next to you. Natasha lets go of an annoyed sign turning to her mom again.

"Mom, do something! She's mocking me!"

You want to laugh at the scene but you just stay behind, not wishing to upset Natasha anymore.

Melina sighs as she massages her temples with her fingers.

"Please,girls, don't fight each other." She asks as she ignores Natasha's protest saying that Yelena started the whole thing and moved to grab the groceries you and Yelena brought. "I'm making dinner, everyone out my kitchen!"

That's how you ended up outside, with a grumpy Natasha and a smiley Yelena, walking around the back of the house to join Alexie, who was fixing Melina's truck in the back.

"Hey dad!" Natasha greeted as you reached him, the man was under the car and lifted the vehicle in the air to smile at his daughter.

"Tasha! Hey, kid, good to see you!" He said and put the vehicle back down to roll out and stand up. "Didn't know you're joining us this weekend."

Natasha grumbles insatisfy which makes Yelena laugh and Alexei frowns in confusion.

As his girls moved to sit in the bench nearby, you whispered to him: "She didn't take well knowing you invited me over without her."

"But what's the problem with that?" He asks loudly, attracting the attention of the girls, you sign but he doesn't mind. "It's a good thing that we are having trips with you, you're part of the family now!"

Natasha wides her eyes.

"Having trips? Excuse me?" She asks angrily as she stands up. "How many times have you hung out with my family without me?"

"Well…" You started uncertainty, playing with your fingers. Yelena smirks.

"We had that trip to California last month." She counted while Alexie murmured in agreement. "Also went to Philly. She stayed here for independence day too, and we had tacos night last week. Besides that, whenever she's around my mission place I invite her for a beer." Yelena told and all Natasha did was stare in shock at her and yourself.

"Oh, don't forget China. We had that thing too." Alexie added and Natasha signed.

"You're all unbelievable." She accused as she rushed to pass through you and into the house again.

You were uncertain about following her inside.

"Well, that didn't go well." Alexei comments with an awkward posture. "I will try talk to her."

As he left, you moved to sit with Yelena.

"Sorry about that, maybe I should have left you to tell her about the trips." She said but you just signed softly.

"It's okay." You say. "It's my fault for keeping it for so long. She would have found out anyway."

Yelena murmurs and you two fall silent for a moment.

"California was really fun wasn't it?" She asks amusedly, making you smile.

"Yeah, it was."

You two exchange giggles before deciding to go back inside and you busy yourself with helping Melina with dinner.

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Alexei came back alone from Nat's room with a slight grimace that made you worried.

So you decide you should talk to her yourself.

As you reach her room, you knock before coming in.

Natasha was sitting in her window, next to her bed while looking outside. In that position, you understood that she saw you laughing and talking to Yelena in the yard and by the recents events, that might not be the best.

"Are you mad at me, Nat?" You couldn't hold your words as you reached her, and she turned her head to you immediately, a confused frown in her face.

"Of course not!"

You sign in relief, taking a step forward. "Are you mad at your family?"

"Yes."

You take a deep breath. "Do you want me to stop seeing them?"

She gives a short laugh, shaking her head in denial as she extends her hand for you to grab. As you do, she pulls you towards her gently.

"Of course I don't want you to stop seeing my family, sweetheart." She says as she circles your waist with her arms. "I just got mad at them for not inviting me."

"I'm sorry, Nat." You say. "I should have said something, but they didn't and I was worried about sounding rude or something. You know how much their approval matters to me."

She smiles tenderly, her fingers caressing you gently.

"Yeah, that's why you're so sweet and polite all the time, and they love you more than me." She declares, making you frown. "It's fine of course, how couldn't they not?"

"Don't say that, Nat." You ask as you raise your hands to her cheeks. "Your family loves you very much. They just hang out with me because you're not around as much as I am."

"You think?" She questions, sounding so vulnerable that you wish you could banish all her insecurities away.

"Of course, Nat." You state. "We only talk about you, babe. All the time. And we all love to do it because we all love you. "

She gives you a shy smile before pulling you to her laps, making you giggle as she kisses your face a few times before moving away.

"Give yourself some credit, babe." Nat says with a lovely gaze. "You're a very pleasant company and I think they love to spend time with you as much as I do."

You smile before kissing her in the mouth, gently and sweet like this moment. Scenes like this are definitely your favorites with Nat. Along with late nights with her hands running through your body.

"I love you, Медовый." She whispered against your lips.

"I love you too, мой милый воин." You say and Nat giggles.

"Since when you speak Russian?"

"Your mom is teaching me."

"Okay, out."

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matryosika · 2 years

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— TAG GAME 🍭

thank you for tagging me, @xoliino! this is so much fun💌

nickname: i do have a couple of nicknames in real life but, here on tumblr, you can just call me femme! (or any petnames, really. i love them all).

zodiac sign: scorpio sun, leo moon, aquarius rising, scorpio mercury, capricorn venus and libra mars. (i'm really not into astrology but if anyone is curious about that information, here you go!).

height: 165 cm

hogwarts house: perhaps ravenclaw...? i am not into harry potter either so i'm not too sure.

last thing you googled: peg entwistle. i watched a tiktok about her case and got a bit curious.

song stuck in your head: genesis by grimes. i finished “all of us are dead” recently and for some reason that song reminds me a lot about mi-jin. she is my favorite character.

how much do you sleep: on weekdays i sleep between 4 to 6 hours daily (sometimes i take naps in the afternoon, sometimes i don’t). on weekends i can sleep up to 10 hours. it depends, if i have stuff to do i don't sleep much. but if not, i can easily go to bed and start my day at around 2 p.m.

lucky number: i don't think i have a lucky number but i always feel drawn to 4's and 6's, especially the number 16 (it has a 6 in it and 4x4 it's 16). i don't know, it is always a safe option.

dream job: i would love to work for an entertainment company in the area of marketing or research on consumer behavior —however, that dream started when i got into k-pop. there was a time where i also wanted to be a make up artist. i am not sure, i feel like my dream job would be something related to the media or celebrities —like there is attention and spotlight but not directly on me, but towards the people i work with. i am not sure how to describe it haha i want to work with famous and important people but i do not wish to be famous myself.

currently wearing: ripped mom jeans and an oversized burgundy sweater.

favorite song: if you really love nothing by interpol, you and whose army? by radiohead and call it fate, call it karma by the strokes.

favorite instrument: piano and violin.

aesthetic: something between the 2000's pop culture and 2000's cybercore. however if we sre talking about clothes and style, i feel like i my aesthetic is more from the 90's.

favorite author: haruki murakami.

favorite animal crossing noise: i don't play animal crossing, haha, sorry!

something random: i am not sure why but eurodance songs scare me. i can't explain it but i get a very weird feeling when i listen to that genre. like nostalgia but at the same time i feel eerie.

#🍭 – play time

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kj-1130 · 3 years

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Chapter 7

Wild Thoughts

Main Masterlist

“How the hell did you find out where I live?”

Calypso looked up through her lashes at Lou, and paused shuffling her cards.

“I know people.”

The blonde hummed in thought and nodded at the young girl.

“Who are these people?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

The teen went back to shuffling her cards and tuning out any other conversation.

Debbie raised an eyebrow at her vagueness.

“They talk about you a lot, though,” Calypso said, pointing at Nineball. “You’re like, a legend down there from what I hear.”

“Down...there?” Nineball questioned.

There was a momentary halt in the teen’s movements.

“I said nothing.”

Once again there was a silence that filtered before the teen broke it again.

“Wanna see a trick?”

Tammy raised an eyebrow at the girl and looked at her apprehensively.

“Oh come on Soccer Mom. I’ll try not to take your little earrings.”

“You’ll try?”

Debbie, who she was sitting in front of, nudged the girl with her foot.

“Fine.”

Calypso crawled towards the blonde’s seat and held out her cards.

“Pick a card, soccer mom.”

The woman reluctantly grabbed a card out of the stack and began to memorize it.

“Now put it back.”

Tammy followed the girl’s instructions and watched as she shuffled the cards once again.

“Huh. Where is it--oh. There it is.”

She pulled it out from behind the blonde’s neck and examined it.

“What kind of necklace is this?”

Reaching a hand up to her neck, Tammy found that her jewelry was nowhere to be found.

“Calypso,” Debbie said threateningly.

The teen rolled her eyes.

“I promised no earrings,” she grumbled, handing the woman back her necklace.

Calypso sat on the ground in the guest bedroom she had been staying in. She couldn’t stand to sit or lay on the bed because it was too soft.

The bed was too soft and she felt like she didn’t deserve to use it.

She did steal from one of the people who lived here. And she was certain she wasn’t that great of a person--hence not deserving.

Her thoughts felt so scrambled at the moment. She’s had multiple people tell her to try journaling but she thinks she’d just scribble on the paper and tear holes through it because she was frustrated.

Calypso couldn’t work anything out. There was one thought that was jumping on a trampoline in one corner and one that was sinking in cement in the other.

A knock sounded and the teen lifted her head towards the door. Debbie walked in and took a seat next to the child.

“What’s on your mind?”

The teen let out a sigh and leaned her head back against the wall.

“I’m sorry.”

The brunette furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the girl beside her inquisitively.

“What for?”

“I don’t deserve your kindness. I-I don’t deserve anything you and Lou do for me.”

There was a moment of silence as Calypso was trying to organize what she was trying to say.

“I just...There are so many things going through my head and I just can’t sort through them all. And I feel like I’m being a burden because you aren’t obligated to help me, yet here you are--you and Lou--giving me a place to stay and-and food to eat. Some things I don’t usually have.

“And I’m so, so, so grateful for it. I really am. But I don’t know how to express that to you. I don’t know how to spit the words out.

“I’m scared, quite frankly. Because I’m not sure whether I should trust you or run away; I mean this is the kindest anyone has been to me ever. I’m scared because everyone gets tired of me sooner or later. And if that happens, what am I gonna do? I have no one else to depend on. I have nowhere to go. And that lady is still following me so there’s no telling what’ll happen.

“I just--I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m feeling; I don’t understand it and honestly I wanna stop feeling it.”

That’s what Calypso wished she said.

“Oh, um, I might’ve mixed up some laundry. Some stuff might turn out pink or something.”

It was obvious the woman didn’t believe her but she didn’t pry, which the teen was grateful for.

“Alright,” the brunette said, standing up from her spot. “Well let us know if you need anything, okay?”

The girl nodded and watched as Debbie made her way to the door.

Blowing a raspberry, Calypso let her head drop onto her knees.

“God, I feel like my head is about to implode.”

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aryn-writes · 3 years

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Okay so I’ve now finished watching the anime and movie for given

And I was not expecting to feel so much, so I’ll just be posting a bit of a rant on it if you’d like to read it. This is just my thoughts, so... yeah

There are spoilers in this so if you plan to watch it, don’t read on!!!!

Again,

SPOILERS FROM THIS POINT ON

*im also crying as I write this ahaha*

We’ll start with the movie!

Starting with the music

Yeah I absolutely loved it. All the songs have been added to my playlists

Something about Mafuyu’s lyrics just... hits different. I know that’s like his whole thing but it really does hit hard. Him speaking directly to them while still reaching the audience is just amazing to me

Now the plot, also good

Since it was a movie, I understand that there wasn’t as much time to delve into everything, which is fine. It was still pretty impactful and Ugetsu’s moment at the end there where it switched to Mafuyu saying it’ll be okay truly did hurt my heart. I do wish there was more though. I would have loved to see more of Ugetsu’s and Akihiko’s pasts, both together and separately. They did give us the most important bits, but I just personally would have liked a bit more. I also want to know more about Haruki’s past, but that’s just because I feel like he hasn’t gotten as much attention.

I also really loved the interactions between Ugetsu and Mafuyu. It was just nice to see those two talk.

And I mean of course Uenoyama and Mafuyu being a couple. Definitely wish that there were more of those moments, but the ones we were given (haha let’s pretend that was a good pun) were still really cute.

Overall it was still amazing, but now we talk about the anime

Which totally broke me, and that’s why I’m talking about it second.

I did watch the anime first in case people think I went out of order, I just have intense feelings with the anime so yeah!

The first episode immediately had me just because of that initial interaction with the guitar. Uenoyama just immediately caving made me both laugh and feel that this was definitely going to go deeper.

Going on, there moments where things progress (Mafuyu panicking at seeing old friends, every time we get flashbacks, etc) I really never knew how to feel. Learning about the guitar, and how it was Yuki’s was something I expected but that it was Yuki’s mom that gave it to Mafuyu and he really knew nothing about music even though Yuki was in a band just made me realize how much this dude was struggling. He had already expressed that he really didn’t know how to express himself, which is something that I relate to, and I will in a bit talk about how much I love Mafuyu, but all of that just really made me love the show.

Now the build up to the performance.

They had no right to make me cry like that.

The flashbacks to them as kids, his dad being taken by police, Mafuyu screaming in the song after the flashback of him asking Yuki if he was willing to die for him, and then Mafuyu Finding Yuki.

Seriously I was not prepared for all of that emotion

The scream itself. Hearing it after “are you willing to die for me” made me burst.

And on a different note, I’ve been listening to that song at least twenty times a day since I finished the anime (I will be honest, it’s been almost a week. I couldn’t find time with school to watch the movie, but that’s not the point. The point is Fuyu no Hanashi hits so hard)

That performance was just amazing, and mixed with how everyone reacted just gave me goosebumps. They were all prepared to just do an instrumental set, and Mafuyu really just started singing and swept everyone away.

And then they finished the song and Uenoyama led him off stage and kissed him.

Which made me laugh so much. Like I had just cried so very hard and I could not stop laughing at Uenoyama kissing Mafuyu. I had to pause the episode to give myself a moment to just calm down.

Again I get it but just... whyyyy

So yeah overall, Amazing and I will be rewatching soon to just feel and look for foreshadowing.

And now my quick mafuyu appreciation

There were so many moments where I just related entirely to Mafuyu. His character development was subtle, but also so obvious and I loved it. Him realizing things about himself, understanding and accepting what happened, it all just... it made me want more of his character.

Anyways, I love given. That’s all this is. It’s wonderful.

If you read all of this and haven’t seen it, go see it. If you’re reading this and you have seen it, maybe think about rewatching it.

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blackestnight · 4 years

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WE DID IT, GANG! this is the second year in a row i’ve completed all 30 days of the ffxivwrite challenge (with a couple missed deadlines...), and also marks the year-and-a-month anniversary of this blog, which i created to participate in last year’s challenge. thank you to the mom squad for indulging in my screaming, @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast for organizing this incredible event, and you for reading. i had almost given up on enjoying writing before this challenge taught me to love it again, and i can’t express just how much it means to have that joy back.

a few of these fills will likely be revisited sometime in october (at the earliest; i’m tired, y’all), and some will be left to rest. i’m not happy with every one of them, but i am proud.

TOTAL WORD COUNT: 35,360 words

LONGEST FILL: “the classic blunders” (wish; 2164 words)

SHORTEST FILL: “sanctorium” (lucubration; 225 words)

all entries below the cut!

all entries marked with an asterisk (*) contain 5.3 MSQ spoilers.

1. crux - the clutches of fate - 1400w hanami, ryne, and the obligations of a mother.

2. sway - thou shalt never say ‘no’ - 407w hanami, a’satina, and dancing. or trying to.

3. muster - reveille - 779w adelaine and a morning with the nymian royal marines.

4. clinch* - alber - 1663w hanami, aymeric, the wages of battle, and some monstrous history.

5. matter of fact* - the smallest of gestures - 794w sjanna, y’shtola, and the comforts of home.

6. free day - with kind regards - 478w hanami’s nephew gets a penpal.

7. nonagenarian* - with age, wisdom - 2106w hanami, thancred, g’raha, and some indulgent griping.

8. clamor - heartsigh - 1352w hanami/aymeric and quiet, focused companionship.

9. lush - obligatory flower joke - 1972w hanami/aymeric and an accidental pun.

10. avail* - azem and the art of motorcycle maintenance - 1600w hemera, hades, asteria, and a labor of love.

11. ultracrepidarian - applied diplomacy - 897w hanami, aymeric, and the fine art of bullshitting. starfinder au.

12. tooth and nail - fang and claw - 1218w estinien, haruki, and a really big fish.

13. free day - even the roses’ hips - 1704w hanami/aymeric and a cure for cabin fever. filth. nsfw.

14. part - digging your feet into the ground - 1072w hanami, gaia, and the need for mentorship.

15. ache - down the hands that held you - 1291w hanami/aymeric and a headache.

16. lucubration - sanctorium - 225w sjanna and a silent night.

17. fade - aubade - 583w aymeric, missing hanami, and the lonely hollows left at home.

18. panglossian - light party (bound by faith) - 1112w elysa/addie, hanami, some blue dude, and the reassurance of trust.

19. where the heart is - prodigal - 1602w hanami and the concept of home.

20. free day - your faithful friend - 603w mune and rielle’s continued correspondence.

21. foibles - gods know we like archaic kinds of fun - 678w hanami and zaya’s gladitorial showdown.

22. argy-bargy - growing pains - 1528w hanami confronts mune while aymeric spectates.

23. shuffle - in the groove - 993w balefire and the battle of the musical genres. modern au.

24. beam - two solarians, a mystic, a mechanic, and an operative walk into a bar - 613w thancred gets shown up. spectacularly. starfinder au.

25. wish - the classic blunders - 2164w thancred, y’shtola, and urianger vs the dread pirate mistbeard. princess bride au.

26. when pigs fly - parting ways - 1631w hanami and hien discuss an (im)possibility.

27. free day - nocturne - 1019w hanami/aymeric and a quiet homecoming.

28. irenic - a colloquy - 271*w aymeric confronts an un-stranger.

29. paternal - cure for what ails you - 924w mune gets sick; haruki makes soup.

30. splinter - she waits till every gust be laid - 1538w sjanna and a scar.

#ffxivwrite2020 #masterpost #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #writing - mine

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oberlincollegelibraries · 3 years

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Weekend Edition: Translations

Translated editions are wonderful for those of us who are not fluent in the original languages of books on our to-read lists. They give us access to stories written in other parts of the world or a glimpse into other cultures. Below are some translated works you can find right here are OCL. If you are participating in the Reading Challenge, you can also fill in your ‘Translations’ space with a book you’ve read in a non-English language, or a book translated into a language you are more comfortable with than English. It��s up to you!

Death Is Hard Work by Khaled Khalifa ; translated from the Arabic by Leri Price A dogged, absurd quest through the nightmare of the Syrian civil war Khaled Khalifa's Death Is Hard Work is the new novel from the greatest chronicler of Syria's ongoing and catastrophic civil war: a tale of three ordinary people facing down the stuff of nightmares armed with little more than simple determination. Abdel Latif, an old man from the Aleppo region, dies peacefully in a hospital bed in Damascus. His final wish, conveyed to his youngest son, Bolbol, is to be buried in the family plot in their ancestral village of Anabiya. Though Abdel was hardly an ideal father, and though Bolbol is estranged from his siblings, this conscientious son persuades his older brother Hussein and his sister Fatima to accompany him and the body to Anabiya, which is--after all--only a two-hour drive from Damascus. There's only one problem: Their country is a war zone. With the landscape of their childhood now a labyrinth of competing armies whose actions are at once arbitrary and lethal, the siblings' decision to set aside their differences and honor their father's request quickly balloons from a minor commitment into an epic and life-threatening quest. Syria, however, is no longer a place for heroes, and the decisions the family must make along the way--as they find themselves captured and recaptured, interrogated, imprisoned, and bombed--will prove to have enormous consequences for all of them. Moonstone: The Boy Who Never Was by Sjón ; translated from the Icelandic by Victoria Cribb Reykjavik, 1918. The eruptions of the Katla volcano darken the sky night and day. Yet despite the natural disaster, the shortage of coal and the Great War still raging in the outside world, life in the small capital goes on as always. Sixteen-year-old Mani Steinn lives for the movies. Awake, he lives on the fringes of society. Asleep, he dreams in pictures, the threads of his own life weaving through the tapestry of the films he loves. When the Spanish flu epidemic comes ashore, killing hundreds of townspeople and forcing thousands to their sick beds, the shadows that linger at the edges of existence grow darker and Mani is forced to re-evaluate both the society around him and his role in it. Evoking the moment when Iceland's saga culture met the new narrative form of the cinema and when the isolated island became swept up in global events, this is the story of a misfit transformed by his experiences in a world where life and death, reality and imagination, secrets and revelations jostle for dominance Note"a novel" -- book jacket Please Look After Mom: A Novel by Kyung-sook Shin ; translated from the Korean by Chi-Young Kim A million-plus-copy best seller in Korea--a magnificent English-language debut poised to become an international sensation--this is the stunning, deeply moving story of a family's search for their mother, who goes missing one afternoon amid the crowds of the Seoul Station subway. Told through the piercing voices and urgent perspectives of a daughter, son, husband, and mother, Please Look After Mom is at once an authentic picture of contemporary life in Korea and a universal story of family love. You will never think of your mother the same way again after you read this book. With My Dog-Eyes by Hilda Hilst ; translation from the Portuguese and introduction by Adam Morris Something has changed in Amos Keres, a university mathematics professor - his sentences trail off in class, he is disgusted by the sight of his wife and son, and he longs to flee the comfortable bourgeois life he finds himself a part of. Most difficult of all are his struggles to express what has happened to him, for a man more accustomed to numbers than words. He calls it 'the clearcut unhoped-for,' and it's a vision that will drive him to madness and, eventually, death. Zuleikha by Guzel Yakhina ; translated from the Russian by Lisa C. Hayden The year is 1930. In a small Tartar village, a woman named Zuleikha watches as her husband is murdered by communists. Zuleikha herself is sent into exile, enduring a horrendous train journey to a remote spot on the Angara River in Siberia. Conditions in the camp are tough, and many of her group do not survive the first difficult winter. As she gets to know her companions - including a rather dotty doctor, an artist who paints on the sly, and Ignatov, her husband's killer - Zuleikha begins to build a new life that is far removed from the one she left behind. Guzel Yakhina's outstanding debut has been showered with prizes and is capturing the hearts of readers all over the world.

Killing Commendatore : A Novel by Haruki Murakami ; translated from the Japanese by Philip Gabriel and Ted Goossen The epic new novel from the internationally acclaimed and best-selling author of 1Q84 In Killing Commendatore, a thirty-something portrait painter in Tokyo is abandoned by his wife and finds himself holed up in the mountain home of a famous artist, Tomohiko Amada. When he discovers a previously unseen painting in the attic, he unintentionally opens a circle of mysterious circumstances. To close it, he must complete a journey that involves a mysterious ringing bell, a two-foot-high physical manifestation of an Idea, a dapper businessman who lives across the valley, a precocious thirteen-year-old girl, a Nazi assassination attempt during World War II in Vienna, a pit in the woods behind the artist's home, and an underworld haunted by Double Metaphors. A tour de force of love and loneliness, war and art--as well as a loving homage to The Great Gatsby -- Killing Commendatore is a stunning work of imagination from one of our greatest writers.

#oberlin college #oberlin college libraries #ocl reads #ocl reading challenge #weekend edition #reading challenge #translations #boom recommendations

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hirata30 · 3 years

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3 in 1 Tag game

I was tagged by @anjizu

Tag Game #01

Rules: MAKE A NEW POST, bold what applies to you and tag whoever you want to get to know better.

APPEARANCE

I’m an I-need-to-pull-the-driver-seat-all-the-way-in kind of a person //i (used to) wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair// i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing //i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces //i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how I look // I prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backward

HOBBIES & TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic (at least I belive I’m very creative) // i know more than one language// i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS

i am in a relationship (maybe?) // i have a crush //i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends //i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETIC

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days// i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is (one of) my favourite season

MISC

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least one dog // i have a cat

Tag Game #02

Nickname – My name is very short in itself, so I never had a real nickname. Zodiac Sign - Leo Height - 5’3 Hogwarts House - ??? (I know what it is, but I’m not interested) Last Thing I Googled - Hahaha… „google your name, your favorite color and the word aesthetics – tag game Song Stuck in My Head – Big Fish – Zhou Shen No. Of Followers - 76 Amount of Sleep - 8-10hrs Lucky Number - 10 Dream Job – Something creative Wearing – Sweatpants + t-shirt Fave Author/Mangaka – I have no favorites, but love many good author/mangaka. Fave Instrument – Maybe violin Aesthetic - Simple Fave song – I’m a musicaholic, I could never choose just one. Fave animal noise – What? I have never thought about that before. Random - I like to do creative things… beading, macrame, pottery etc…

Tag Game #03

Five songs i’ve been listening to a lot: 1: Big Fish by Zhou Shen 2: Lanime Vola by Elisa 3: Jump Down by Zhu Yi Long 4: Susanna by The Art Company (yeah, long live the 80s) 5: Szól a dal by Dés László (it’s a hungarian song from a great hungarian composer)

Last movie: The swordsman (korean movie)

Currently watching: Do you have any recommendations? I have just finished Falcon and the Winter Soldier… and I’m very dissapointed

Currently reading: Kafka on the shore by Murakami Haruki, Given by Natsuki Kizu, and I’m trying to finish Haikyuu!! by Furudate Haruichi

I’m tagging anyone who like tag games.

#tag game

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deanstwistedsoul · 4 years

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They had everything they could want...

... Until they didn’t.

Katsuki and Ochako finally got their daughter... for a little while

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23738497

Ochako gave their youngest son, Haruki, one more glance before she pulled the door to. She could definitely feel the wariness of the day finally getting to her and she was ready to change into pyjamas, fall into bed and sleep until one of their kids demanded their attention. A yawn escaped her as she nudged their bedroom door open with her hip and she made quick work of changing her clothes and climbing into bed. Attending a birthday party for one of their friends kids had been a great idea, bring Haruki and Ichiro, let them run around, burn some energy off and tire themselves out whilst her and Katsuki caught up with their friends and old class mates.

She sighed happily as she fell onto her bed, face hitting the cool surface of her soft pillows. There was a soft pad of feet and the quiet swish of their bedroom door closing and Ochako hummed as the bed dipped with the press of his knee between her legs, his warm hands ghosting across the backs of her thighs. "Kats," she whispered. He didn't say anything as his hands skirted higher, lips following the same paths with slow butterfly kisses. He was silent as his fingers inched underneath her shirt, slowly pushing it up until he could settle his palms against her waist. His teeth nipped at her back, the flat of his tongue swiping across her Venus dimples and she chuckled. "Ichiro?"

"Sleeping like a damn rock." His fingers tightened their hold on her waist and she bit her lip as she was suddenly turned onto her back. She didn't get chance to see the look in Katsuki's eyes as he settled himself between her legs to rest his cheek against her stomach. Ochako raised a brow at the sudden change and carded her fingers through his hair, letting her nails drag against his scalp every now and then. It wasn't often the number three pro hero settled against Ochako in a strange silence that was thick with something on the tip of his tongue. He'd been quiet as they'd left Deku's place, quiet as he buckled Ichiro into his seat and near silent as he drove them home. She tried to think about what could be on his mind and if anything had happened at the birthday party. "I want another one." Oh. "A girl." Oh. Katsuki had spent most of his time at the party surrounded by their friends daughters, fingers dragging, tugging, braiding and styling their hair to their demands. He had a knack for hair styling, something he'd probably gotten from his few times spent at his Mother's fashion shoots, and all the little girls knew it and took full advantage with wide eyes, pouting lips and high squeaked pleas every time there was any kind of group event. And now his silence made sense. They hadn't talked about having another since Haruki had been born, maybe having spoken about it once or twice when he'd outgrown his baby clothes. "And this one's got to be fucking blonde."

She cackled at that, having enjoyed Katsuki's huffs when both Haruki and Ichiro had been born with her chocolate hair. Ichiro even had her eyes whilst Haruki at least had Katsuki's crimson gaze, which in Katsuki's opinion wasn't even right. "Too damn soft." They were both without a doubt Ochako's and both Mina and Eijiro had teased Katsuki that his genes seemed to be weak compared to Ochako's. Eijirou had come out of that argument with a few new bruises and a death threat from Katsuki. "Even if we did have a third, there's no guarantee."

He lifted his head to press a kiss to her stomach, "If she knows what's good for her she'll be a fucking girl."

"Katsuki!" Ochako laughed, "You can't threaten our hypothetical daughter."

Katsuki sat up onto his knees, lips curled into a smirk as he bracketed her in by her waist, "Fucking watch me." He turned his gaze back down to Ochako's stomach. "You hear me you little shit? When your Mom finally decides to agree with me, you're going to be a good baby and be a fucking girl or there'll be problems."

Ochako shoved one hand to his face as she squirmed with laughter, her other hand coming up to try to muffle the laughs so as to not wake their two sleeping sons. "Katsuki."

He grinned as he crawled up her body and pulled her hand away from her mouth, pinning it to the bed. "You didn't say no."

She stuck her tongue out at him and finally felt her giggles dying down. "I didn't say yes either."

"Cheeks," he growled, lips curling into a dangerous smirk. After a few quiet seconds his features softened and he captured her lips in a gentle press. "I'm serious."

She hummed and brought her free hand up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over a shrapnel scar he'd gotten two years ago that highlighted his cheek. "I'll think about it."

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"Well?" Katsuki blurted as he stared at the monitor that showed the ultrasound of the third addition to the Bakugo household.

"Katsuki," Ochako chided, flipping her hand back to swat at his shoulder.

Their sonographer ignored his attitude with a smile to her face. Thank God there were people who could put up with her husband's attitude besides her. "I'm trying my best Mr Bakugo, however the little one is very lively."

"Yeah," Ochako hummed, "tell me about it."

Katsuki glared at Ochako's stomach, "Quit moving you damn brat."

The Sonographer peered over at Katsuki with an amused smile before she turned back to the small screen. "Unfortunately, we don't have the time to sit around and wait for Bakugo Junior to settle down. But, it looks healthy and it's clearly very active. I don't see any problems so far."

Katsuki's eyes narrowed, "Little shit."

Ochako swatted his shoulder again and allowed the cream to be cleaned from her stomach. "Thank you. That's what's important right now." She could feel her husband's glare and ignored him with a grin. Their son or daughter was healthy, lively, active and a nightmare for their father already. As she righted her clothes and stood back onto her feet Katsuki accepted the printed ultrasound with a glare at the picture. Ochako knew that he wouldn't be upset if their third child turned out to be another boy, but a part of her was also hoping for it to be a girl. The drive home had been filled with curses from himself, more so than normal, and Ochako answered the waiting questions from their friends with a shrug emoji and a comment of, "Kid wouldn't stay still." Momo sent her well wishes and said she completly understood. Even hers and Shoto's ultrasound had been as much use and both expectant parents wished each other better luck at their next scan.

Haruki and Ichiro ambushed them the moment they got home, Haruki wrapping his arms around Ochako's waist with wide eyes. "What is it? What is it?"

Ichiro rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet with an excited grin, "Is it a girl?"

"We don't know," Katsuki huffed and he scooped their eldest up and held him over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. "You been good for your grandmother?"

"They've been wonderful," Mrs Uraraka said as she approached the couple.

"Thanks, Mom," Ochako said and she hugged the older woman.

"So, when's it due?"

"July 2nd," Katsuki said. Ichiro laughed behind him as he held the boy by his feet over his shoulders. "You good back there kid?"

"Yeah!"

"Good!" Haruki turned his attention to Katsuki as well and he jumped up, his hands outstretched. "Hang on, Ruki." He let go of one of Ichiro's legs to wrap his arm behind him and drag the nine year old against his side. He reached down and hooked Haruki in his other arm and marched them across their living room to drop them onto the large couch. Both boys jumped up and at their Father again and as he managed to grab Haruki his phone rang. "Crap," he muttered and he dropped their four year old onto the couch again with a grin as he pulled his phone from his pocket. "I got to go," he said and he ruffled Ichiro's hair and turned back towards his wife. He pecked her lips with a "Good luck, stay safe," from her and he pressed a hand to her stomach. "Remember," he pointed at her stomach, "girl." And he was out the door after a quick peck to Mrs Uraraka's cheek.

Mrs Uraraka turned to her daughter with a knowing smirk, "Is he still scared of your father?"

Ochako chuckled as she took the jucie box from Haruki's hands and opened it for him, "You mean since he threatened all future generations of Katsuki's if he ever hurt me? Yeah, he's still scared."

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There was a press of lips to her neck and a pair of warm arms circling her shoulders. "You should be resting," Katsuki mumbled as he reached for the sponge and plate in her hand.

"I can clean some plates!"

He hummed and she could feel his smirk. Katsuki settled the offending items down and wrapped his arms around her, sliding one hand over her round stomach. "Cheeks, let me take care of you both. That's why I'm here." She puffed her cheeks out a huff. It was nice that Katsuki would happily make her sit and rest herself whilst he took care of the house work, and he did exactly that as much as could around hero work. He'd reduced his hours so that he could their sons lunches, get them to bed, prepare dinner, clean the house, grab groceries and keep the household running whilst Ochako literally put her feet up. She wanted to argue that she'd been pregnant before and knew what she could and couldn't do, but she also knew that this pregnancy had been the worst so far. Horrendous morning sickness, kicking in her stomach at all hours of the day and night, heartburn, leg cramps, being overly sensitive emotionally, being overly cranky, back ache, lethargy. This was the worst pregnancy of Ochako's life and she was ready for it to be over.

"Fine," she huffed, feeling her emotions crank from content to pissed immediately. And now she really needed to pee, again, for the fourth time in that hour alone.

"Hey!" Katsuki shouted and she slipped her hand out of his grip. Yes, she was being irrational, but she was the one carrying what some of the other girls had jokingly dubbed the spawn of satan since she'd complained about all of her issues. The only person who had even come close to experiencing torture was Kyoka who had made Kaminari cry and hide in Sero's house for a week.

"I'm going to rest!" she yelled. "Like you said!"

"Ochako."

She froze at the whisper of her name and felt panic bubble inside of her chest. Why did he sound scared? He'd seen worse from her and it was a few seconds before she turned, letting out a sigh that made he entire body sag. When her eyes locked onto him she froze again. His eyes were fixed on the floor by her feet, wide and concerned and he seemed pale. Instinctively she rubbed her hands over her stomach and bit her lip as she finally felt something trickle down her leg. "What-" she whispered and she tried to look down at herself and spotted a hint of red. "Katsuki?" she cried and her emotions dropped into her stomach.

His eyes locked onto hers and for a moment they just stared at one another, then he moved first, ushering her over to her shoes as he snatched his phone and keys. "We're going," he said.

Tears pricked at the corners of Ochako's cheeks as she propped one hand against the wall to steady herself. "Katsuki," she whimpered, scared at what that thin line of blood meant. She pressed a hand to her stomach, worried her bottom lip between her teeth and pressed ever so slightly against her stomach. Of all the times for their baby to stop moving, now was not it. "I can't feel it," she cried, "Katsuki it's not-"

He cupped her face and pressed his head to hers, "It'll be fine. You've been feeling the brat all morning. It'll be fine."

She sniffed as she latched a hand around his wrist, "One more month." And she felt another trickle on the inside of her leg, making her let out a cry.

He kissed her temple and snagged their coats and a couple of towels, "It'll be fine. Everything will be okay."

Thank god the kids are in school, she thought dully as Katsuki bundled them out of the door, phone pressed to his ear. She couldn't even focus on where she was walking without his arm around her and she was left to cradle her stomach with her head pressed against the window. Katsuki was saying something to her or the phone or both, she didn't know. All she did know was that something wasn't right and she regretted her earlier thoughts for all of this to be over.

By the time they'd made it to the hospital she could barely feel her legs and Katsuki had had to carry her through the emergency doors, yelling for somebody to help them now.

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"Little terror trying to kill your Mom. What are you thinking?" Ochako blinked blearily at Katsuki's soft voice and she screwed her eyes shut at a wave of pain coursing through her. She wasn't even aware she'd hissed or made any sound until there was a hand in hers and she blinked up to see Katsuki tiredly smiling down at her. "How you doing?" he whispered.

"I hurt," she mumbled.

The corners of his lips twitched and he perched on the edge of the bed to press a kiss to her temple. "I love you, I love you so fucking much. You're incredible, you know that?"

Ochako hummed and let herself lean against her husbands side, making a point to ignore the tears in his voice. The last time he'd sounded so emotional was when she'd ended up in the hospital two years ago due to a villain incident. She'd had a nasty blow to the head and had been unconscious for three days and a scar for her efforts. After what felt like forever, with Katsuki holding her against his side, pressing kisses to her temple and cooing, she finally cracked her eyes open and peered over at the tiny bundle in his other arm. Warmth bloomed in her chest and she felt a new wave of tears tickle the corners of her eyes.

"I got my fucking girl," Katsuki beamed and Ochako laughed as she melted even more against his side. "Fucking demon of a child for what she's put you through, but a girl."

"I want to hold her."

Katsuki withdrew his arm to shuffle in his seat before he handed over their daughter to her mother. Ochako's smile widened into a watery grin as she peered down at the tiny baby wrapped in an obscene amount of blanket. She reached a hand up to brush a finger over the obviously very blonde tufts of hair and she gasped when their daughter- daughter- opened her eyes and made a noise as she wriggled and Ochako cooed with renewed emotions. "She looks like you."

Katsuki chuckled, "It's about fucking time. Shitty hair can kiss my ass now."

Ochake laughed and fell against his side, eyes fixed on their daughter's red eyes that matched her Father's fiery own. "What do you want to call her?"

There was silence for nearly a full minute before Katsuki said, "Okimi?"

"Okimi," she repeated and the little girl in question wriggled her arms free into a tiny stretch and curled back up, eyes closing in content. Ochako hummed and nodded her head, "Okimi Bakugo."

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Ichiro treated Okimi like she was made of glass and Haruki didn't want to pick her up in case he hurt her. Ochako was thankful that there were no undelrying health issues so far from the little girl's nearly five week early birth and Katsuki was totally wrapped around her tiny fingers, even if he did deny it. Which is why Ochako often found Katsuki either sprawled on the couch, tiny bundle on his chest or slouched in the rocking chair in the nursery, Okimi drooling an impressively large wet patch into his shoulder.

If the pregnancy had been bad then the first year of her life had been hell. Okimi liked to wake up almost every hour, crying and screaming until she usually got a full feed and anytime Katsuki grumbled or swore at the "fucking greedy gremlin" their daughter usually stopped her crying long enough to blink up at him, twist in the blankets and giggle, arms beating back and forth in her cute little Ground Zero or Uravity onesies. Ochako had put her in a Deku one once and Katsuki had almost burnt the thing when he'd seen it, until Okimi promptly threw up all over herself and the onesie, making the blonde hero laugh and snap an image to Deku. "This is what my kid thinks of you already." The punch to his arm from Ochako had been worth it as he'd cleaned her up and changed her clothes.

But Ochako wouldn't change any of it for the world as she watched Haruki surround Okimi with his favourite stuffed toys whilst Ichiro insisted on feeding his little sister. She just knew she would grow up with two brothers who would fight the world for her.

Even as Okimi started to grow and talk, she had every boy in the family wrapped happily around her finger. Ichiro always picked her up when she asked for it, Haruki handed her whatever stuffed teddy she asked for.

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Things everybody had learnt about Okimi Bakugo through play dates and meet ups:

- Likes spicy food just like Katsuki

- Found it hilarious when her Dad yelled

- Hates socks

- Always pulls them off

- Always getting Ichiro to float her with his quirk, much to her parents dismay and horror

- Best friends with Aito Todoroki (who was only three months older than her)

- Climbs into Katsuki's lap to eat his food

- Her first word had been "Cheeks" much to everyone's amusement

- Loved sleeping in the same bed as Haruki

- Could climb out of anything and had terrfied her parents more than once ("How the hell did she get on top of the fridge?" "Ichiro?" "He better not have!" "THE BABY GATE WAS LOCKED! WHY IS SHE AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS!")

- Disliked Deku (Katsuki found this to be hilarious)

- Had a strange like for Denki

- Always sad when her play dates with Aito and Hiroyoki Kirishima ended

- Hates carrots

- Knew the art of ignoring her parents with a shit eating grin

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Ochako let out a breath as she fastened the hand cuffs into place, a deep frown furrowed in her brows. Lately it felt as though villains, even low life ones, had been causing more trouble than usual. They'd been more active and it felt as though something big was coming. And it wasn't just herself who had noticed this, it had been the other heros too. All those years ago the League of Villians had managed to just scrape an escape from the heroes and liked to resurface every now and then to show that they still mattered and with every resurface came deaths, chaos and destruction.

There was an explosion behind her and she glanced over her shoulder to see her husband blasting another villain into the ground, yelling at him to "Know your place, asshole!" before he cuffed him to a lamp post and looked around them. There had been numerous incidents all through the city, all through Japan that had popped up simultaneously, putting all heroes on edge and in silent agreement to be in radio contact with each other, just in case.

"We're good!" Denki shouted breathlessly.

Ochako hummed as she surveyed the damage. They'd managed to get civilians out of the area before anything major had happened and the damage was minimised to just two streets and three buildings. "We're all set over here," she let everybody know.

There were sirens in the distance and she prayed that everybody else was fine, counting her thanks as everybody's voices started to trickle over the lines. Katsuki was behind her, yelling at some civillians who'd started to surround them and clamour for autographs and she let out a sigh. Some things didn't change.

"All clear!" Eijiro shouted.

"Has anybody heard from Momo or Shoto?" Tenya asked.

Ochako's stomach twisted a little at that. She'd been hearing Momo all through the fights and now that she thought about it, she'd been strangely quiet for a while now.

"If they're fucking playing nookie I'll murder them bo-"

"Ochako, Katsuki," Shoto shouted at them over their comms and Ochako did not like the sound of urgency in his voice. She felt her stomach knot again and looked over at her husband and she could tell that his shoulders were tense in anticipation. "There's been an incident at the nursery."

"What?" Katsuki growled.

The nursery Okimi and Aito attended. "Shoto?" Ochako whispered.

"Momo's already on her way. We tried to call you-" Ochako scrambled at her pockets, upset, hurt and pissed when she found her phone to have a large crack down a very black and unresponsive screen. Katsuki never took his phone with him on the job and was even less likely to when she was with him. "The police are there and-"

"Police?" Ochako echoed and she double checked that the villain in front of her wasn't going anywhere.

"We're coming," Katsuki mumbled and Ochako nodded, trying to ignore the fear creeping into her stomach. Had one of the villains attacks gotten too close to the nursery? What if their kids had gotten hurt? And if their kid was hurt what about anybody else's? Oh god Okimi- "Oi," Katsuki's hand on her shoulder pulled her from her spiralling thoughts and she swallowed a lump in her throat as she took off after Katsuki. Their agencies could yell at them later for the misuse of their quirks to get themselves across town, she couldn't care less at the minute and as they turned the last corner she almost lost her balance and fell over. One side of the nursery was collapsed, the adjoining playground damaged and the floor torn up. Momo's signature ponytail was visible in front of the gates, little four year old Aito clutching tightly to her shoulders with his head of red tinted white hair buried in her shoulder. Shoto was off to one side, his hero costume torn from the recent attacks, talking to a police officer. The nursery teachers were huddling other children together as parents trickled in to scoop their baby up and clutch them tightly to their chest. Ochako froze, eyes looking over all of the children as she failed to spot a familar head of yellow hair. Katsuki was already marching forward, pausing when he noticed that she was following him and reaching back to tug her forward. "Icy-Hot! Where's Okimi?"

It was the officer who approached Katsuki, his hands raised and his face twisted into- pity? Ochako felt tears prickle her eyes as she stepped past them to look at the children again. She couldn't see Okimi. Where was their baby? Their daughter? Why couldn't she see her? "Mr Bakugo, I'm sorry can we-"

"What?" Katsuki barked, voice just on the edge of verballly maiming the guy.

Shoto was still on the periphery, eyes glancing from one half of the married couple to the other and Ochako didn't like the look in his eyes. Something wasn't right. "Okimi!" she shouted. Her eyes glanced over to Momo who caught her gaze, stared at her before she looked ready to cry as she slapped one hand over her mouth. "Baby?" Ochako tried again.

"Villains attacked the nursery," Shoto blurted. Brown and red rounded on him and years of being their friends made Shoto invulnerable to the murder in Katsuki's shocked gaze and the panic in Ochako's wide eyed stare. Shoto glanced away and clearly had trouble with the words that he was trying to say. Ochako tentatively reached out and he snapped his eyes up with anguish before he managed a cracked, "Th-they took h-er."

They took her. They took her. They... took... her. They... ... took... ... her... Ochako was numb. They took her? Villains took her daughter? She couldn't even find her voice. Villains took Okimi? Why? What could they- she was four. A kid. Took h-?

Katsuki snatched the front of Shoto's costume and dragged him to himself, "THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?"

"Katsuki," Shoto started and Ochako glanced up at her husband to see the corners of his eyes were wet, he ground his teeth together in a loud snarl and the muscles of his arms shook. "I- I'm sorry."

"Mr Bakugo, please-"

Katsuki knocked the officer's arm away from him as he pinned Shoto in place, anger radiating from him as he shook, the tears finally breaking free as they slowly slid down his face. "What. Did. You. Say?"

"Villains attacked the nursery," Shoto said slowly, "and took your daughter."

His grip on Shoto's costume loosened just enough for the number two hero to pull himself out of Katsuki’s grip. “Wh-why?” Katsuki whispered, eyes losing their wrath and softening into fear as he stared past Shoto’s head. “Why the fuck-” his voice cracked and Ochako couldn’t hold herself together any more, tears running freely down her face. She shook her head as the officer repeated the harsh truth, yes, villains had attached the nursery and had taken Okimi. The police had already been informed and other officers were taking statements from the nursery staff. There were no other children missing and this seemed like the work of the League. They would do their best to find their daughter.

Ochako had stopped listening after Shoto’s statement, hands clutching at her hero outfit with sobs that shook her body. Her little girl, her daughter her baby. She couldn’t think, she was numb, she could feel anything but empty and oh god why would they take theirs? Why Okimi? Why- She was pulled into a very warm, firm chest and she didn’t care who it was as she wrapped her arms around them and sobbed. Was this why there’d been so many crimes lately? Was it all building up to this? Her sobs wracked her body as she tried to convince herself that this wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. What could the league possibly want with a four year old? What- Her knees gave out and she could faintly hear Katsuki whispering brokenly in her ear, words too quiet for her to make out. Her mind was too loud to focus on any thing. Ichiro and Haruki. Okimi. Her parents. His parents. The press. Their friends. Okimi. Her bedroom. The league of villains. Okimi. “Why?” she cried into the chest that held her, which she learnt was Katsuki’s. “W-why?”

“We’ll find her, Ochako,” Katsuki breathed hoarsely and she could hear the doubt in his voice. They hadn’t had a lead on the League in years, what were the chances they’d get one now? “We’ll find her.”

#katsuki bakugō #ochako uraraka #kacchako #fanfic #original character #bnha #my hero academia #mentions of league of villains #kidnapping

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feativen · 3 years

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akiharu and hualian 💫

hii aki !! hope you've been doing well ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧ and i answered hualian here and good god both the ships you sent i sTAN

akiharu - haruki nakayama deserves the world ! and it actually took me a while to accept akiharu relationship being both manga reader and an anime watcher. i really liked akigetsu's chemistry so it was kinda hard to move on but the fact that akihiko was ready to change and put in sm efforts for haruki's sake really melted my heart and the fact that haruki really really liked aki despite everything and psst to even the extent of dating a guy for aki's sake to confirm? (natsuki sensei said so herself) so yea i wish mafuyama's mom n' dad a happy and healthy future together ! ✨

Send me a ship and I'll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

#asks #tanchirou #precious mutuals #tysm for sending this 💖

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elie’s ffxivwrite2020 masterpost!!

my ao3 fill collection || my ffxivwrite2020 fills || all ffxivwrite2020 posts

total word count: 44753 words (oh gods) longest fill: hero’s journey (4813 words) shortest fill: put your feet up (281 words)

aaaaaa! we’re through boys and girls and everyone in between! i managed to finish yet another year of ffxivwrite (which also coincides with the actual start of this blog since i started posting at the start of september; just forgot to mention it earlier :P) a GIGANTIC thank you to @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast for running this event (even if you really got us with one of those prompts), to mom squad for reading my fics and screaming with me about many of them since we started chatting in like, february, and getting me through this ffxivwrite, and to EVERYBODY who read my fics, as good or bad as they were! this event gave me back my want to write and show everyone for the first time since i lost the will in elementary and i cannot thank everyone enough!

1. CRUX - the devoted and the dead - shb spoilers taban meets g’raha tia when all is said and done.

2. SWAY - call of the sea - post 5.3, no direct spoilers jacke/tehra’ir; jacke deals with v’kebbe’s noise complaints about (unfortunately and fortunately) tehra’ir.

3. MUSTER - til the dawn - post 5.3, spoilers thancred/zaya; thancred and zaya deserve a rest.

4. CLINCH - touch of death - shb spoilers heroic entrances, unfortunately, don’t guarantee winning situations. thancred and zaya are just unlucky when it comes to ran’jit.

5. MATTER OF FACT - sentimental fallacy - shb spoilers cw: animal death + blood emet-selch takes a walk in the woods, and zaya goes hunting.

6. FREE DAY | VERNALIZATION - for you the flowers bloom - post 5.3, spoilers haruki/a’dewah; there’s a lot to be said about summer, spring, and flowers, if you look at it closely enough.

7. NONAGENARIAN - put your feet up - post 5.3, spoilers thancred/zaya; thancred, predictably, takes a hit for zaya, and afterwards refuses to acknowledge it. krile and zaya are going to get revenge one day.

8. CLAMOR - live a little - vaguely sorrow of werlyt spoilers? today on ironworks news: one renegade warrior of light elwin de lipine ropes seven and viggo into a joyride with ironworks’ new mech

9. LUSH - confidence boost a’dewah, lumelle and getting ready for a party(?) while also having anxiety.

10. AVAIL - words will not suffice - spoilers for 4.4 MSQ, steppe portion magnai, oktai, and sadu versus hien, seiryu’s wall edition.

11. ULTRACREPIDARIAN - illiteracy for two - post leviathan, ARR zaya isn’t really too good at writing. thancred and alphinaud have both seen them.

12. TOOTH AND NAIL - something’s electric in your blood cw: blood, injury raubahn finds out that zaya is a lot more than qestiri the first time they duel.

13. FREE DAY | PROMISES - our change of heart - post 5.3, spoilers thancred/zaya; thancred isn’t used to having trinkets (and promises) to keep.

14. PART - hero’s journey - spans pre-HW to SHB, spoilers; DRK hcs you aren’t really a hero, but this is still your journey, too.

15. ACHE - a life in your shape cw: blood, injury (only in the fourth part) haruki/a’dewah; a’dewah has had far too many crushes for a single man.

16. LUCUBRATION - imprimatur - pre-1.0 y’shtola learns that the new students are A) workaholics, but only sometimes, and B) also very into forbidden magics.

17. FADE - you found me there - post 5.3, spoilers thancred/zaya (liddol bit of atalanta/haik at the end); thancred’s always been a light sleeper and zaya’s never been good at sneaking around.

18. PANGLOSSIAN - unburn the ashes - 5.0 and 5.3 spoilers, amaurot thancred/zaya, but amaurotine-flavored (atalanta/haik); not even the most frightening of storms lasts forever.

19. WHERE THE HEART IS - always been my north star - post 5.3 jacke/tehra’ir, sequel to call of the sea; two rogues struggle to get their dinner on time.

20. FREE DAY | PERIHELION - solar eclipse - post ‘naadam’ magnai/oktai; so maybe magnai realizes why he hasn’t found his nhaama yet, and maybe he flies over to reunion at the crack of dawn to ask.

21. FOIBLES - anything that glimmers - post 5.3 thancred/zaya, sequel to our change of heart; thancred might be picking up magpie tendencies from his partner, but somehow that’s not all that bad.

22. ARGY-BARGY - before it’s too late - SHB, pre-return to amh araeng pre-relationship thancred/zaya but mostly gen; ardbert notices a few things while he’s hovering over zaya’s shoulder.

23. SHUFFLE - i wanna know what you’re doing tonight - modern AU pre-relationship thancred/zaya; thancred lets zaya borrow his phone while they visit the city for work and forgets (?) to move a particular playlist to his lifestream.

24. BEAM - oh, your love is sunlight - post 5.3 (???) thancred/zaya AND haruki/a’dewah; a double date to raiding an abandoned, plant-infested building is a lot more interesting than it should be.

25. WISH - remember me - post 5.3, contains spoilers thancred/zaya; how does one get over missing your adoptive daughter that’s stuck on another world?

26. WHEN PIGS FLY - defying fate a girl leaves home in a fit of rage, meaning for it to be forever. a warrior returns ten years later.

27. FREE DAY | ACCEPT - blurred reflection - mid-SB, before naadam a’dewah’s not sure how to feel about hien, but he has to decide sometime.

28. IRENIC - there’s nowhere love can’t reach - post 5.3, everyone lives ysayle/syhrwyda; it’s hard, sometimes, to be at peace with the life she’s been forced to have. and then, sometimes it isn’t.

29. PATERNAL - how i met your (other) dad - it’s just crackfic. sort of. haruki/a’dewah; this is the story of how your two dads met, munehise.

30. SPLINTER - the better path - 5.3 spoilers emet-selch’s only student is possibly the worst student in the history of amaurot, but the problem is he wouldn’t trade them for the world. (and in the end, he does.)

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