#yoakkemae

[tiderider]

auradon was bright even at night, fairy lights, lanterns, light glaring through uncovered windows, bathing the streets in gold and yellow and pale blues. there wasn't a single building without power, not a single street lamp with a broken bulb, even the cobblestone pathways were clean, no signs of trash nor vermin or strays and it was quiet. disturbingly so. it was only harry that stuck out like a sore thumb.

he'd been lucky that night, the current of the ursula strait had carried him most of the way to auradon bay but the swim had taken a lot out of him anyway. he'd been forced to ditch his coat, his boots, and his cutlass or risk being dragged too far beneath the surface. if they hadn't been swept away then they were somewhere at the bottom of the ursula strait. barefoot and soaked down to his drawers, harry picked his way through unfamiliar streets with the caution of a wild dog.

if he looked over his shoulder he could still see the rising smoke, the red and orange glare of flames hanging at the horizon where the isle burned. auradon's armed forces had no doubt reached the barrier now, watching the spectacle of the isle devouring itself while they stood by, safe and secure on the other side. he'd taken too long to reach land. he could hear the guard in the distance, the familiar footfalls of capped boots, the heavy clang and clatter of their sabres against their belts, the scrambling sounds of their voices as orders were shouted to search the area. harry wondered if he was the only one that had jumped. harry squeezed his eyes shut, shaking wet hair out of his face and leaning against the nearest solid surface. he needed to hide his tracks, needed to find somewhere to lay low. he needed— harry realized he'd been leaning his weight against a door when it was pulled open.

pale blues snapped open, taking in the shocked expression on the strangers face before harry shot forward. he snatched a hold of his shirt with a tight fist, shoved his palm over the others mouth and pinning him against the wall just inside the building's threshold.

❝ make a sound, ❞ harry began in a sharp whisper as he wished he still had his hook, ❝ and i'll spill you open, right here, ❞ // @yoakkemae , ben get's a starter in an au where he was raised by belle .

#yoakkemae #yoakkemae ; ben . 001 . #. interaction . › thread . #. 「 au 」 a lost cause & a long shot ── descendants au . #this actually got stupid long but w/e

[goldshadows]

@yoakkemae / mini sc.

" you look like you could use a little fun. " she purrs, grinning mischievously at the other as her head tilts to the side. " you know, to get that stick out of your arse. "

#yoakkemae #little talks. / conversations‚ daisy. #i apologize in advance for her.

[madefate]

“  are you watching me sleep?  ” (benjay) / @yoakkemae

Jay is under no delusions that Ben will stay asleep long - he hopes that's the case because of course he does. Because, perhaps, there may have been a reason that, when he felt Ben's weight press a little more heavily against his side, Jay had gone still and regulated his breathing in a way that he'd hopes Ben would unknowingly match - nice and slow, perfect for just casually falling off into sleep.

The movie they'd had going has long since ended, the books surrounding them ( far more on Ben's side, but let it not be said that Jay put in no effort to get a little work done ) now untouched. He'd grinned in affectionate satisfaction, his stomach glittering with the kind of feeling that only comes when Ben lets himself be vulnerable around him. Honestly, it feels like uncovering a treasure way more valuable than gold.

At first, he'd passed the time idly scrolling his phone, listening for sounds out in the hallway and finding none but still making sure no one threw open the door and prematurely woke the king. Eventually, though, Jay finds his attention more captured by Ben than any photos posted on his feed or mindless games. It's dark out, but there's warm lighting from all the bronze sconces and a soft glow from the idle TV, and the different lights splay across Ben's face, highlighting the slight gold sheen in his hair, the softness of his cheek.

... Damn, if this isn't a dangerous game to play.

But he can't bring himself to look away; it's been no secret that one of Jay's daily priorities is making sure Ben gets some kind of rest. The kingdom might need him, but forgive him if he cares a little more about his friend than the mostly theoretical kingdom at large. From where he's standing - or, well, sitting - it's Ben that needs the looking after.

It's a little longer than he'd worried about, but not long enough, before he feels Ben stirring. Ah, well. He'd prefer if Ben had been able to get any more meaningful rest, but Jay's not going to complain. He quickly turns back to his phone - and then freezes at the question, his face warming and eyes darting between his phone and Ben.

Caught.

❝ Uh - ❞ Awesome answer, Jay ! ❝ Just, uh. Checkin' on you. - But you can nod off again, if you want. It's chill. It's totally chill. ❞

// memes ! & accepting.

#( ic. ) #( answered. ) #( jay. ) #yoakkemae #ooooh he thinks ben's PRETTY he wants to do DEBAUCHEROUS SHIT #like HOLD HIM and PROTECT HIM -

[fightaers]

❛⠀we do not have names in ROOT. ❜ even sai is a name not entirely his to begin with, but rather given by danzō-sama. sai is beginning to understand now why people may be hesitant to be around him: nothing about him is ... real, rather. or registered properly. though that's the function of his existence, isn't it ? he isn't meant to be genuinely perceived. he is stripped of a name because he doesn't need it.

when a member of the ROOT dies, they are returned to the earth unmarked and without prayers. they've served their purposes. it would've been honour to did their duty at all, and to execute it.

❛⠀is it the same as in ANBU, kakashi-sensei ? ❜ he asks around a smile, because sai is determined to make a good impression. he is rather attached to yamato-sensei than the copy-nin, but it can't be helped. kakashi-sensei is team seven's original team-sensei, and he still thinks he earns a place here, among naruto and sakura, even if he could never fully be sympathetic to their cause.

@yoakkemae ♡ starter call !

#yoakkemae #yoakkemae: kakashi. #have this oblivious idiot #sai. #sai; interactions.

[lifesliced]

❝ have you seen a daisy before, yukina? ❞ he asks her one day. ❝ a simple flower, they're known for their beauty, innocence, and purity. ❞ kurama gives her a reassuring smile. ❝ white roses mean much the same. in fact, many white flowers carry representations of these meanings. [ ... ] when i see these flowers, i'm reminded of you. ❞ // * @yoakkemae liked for a starter from kurama !!

#kurama tbt #yoakkemae #i hope this works! something simple to start it off

[wasme]

➜ " you look . . . uh . . . different . " asked @yoakkemae for martha .

he should have accounted for it , truthfully . running up and hugging the woman without much explanation is definitely warranting of a slap , but sore cheek doesn't stop ridiculously wide smile from spreading across his lips . " i regenerated ! " said as fingers rub over his cheek , red tingling slowly subsiding .

" it's . . . a long story . i saw you , just before it happened ! with mickey smith , of all people . now that's new , isn't it ? we have a lot to catch up on . "

#yoakkemae #answered . #feRAL i missed u so much mwah <3

[deadn30n]

𝑰𝑵  𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑬𝑵𝑫  𝑾𝑬  𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑻  𝑯𝑰𝑫𝑬:  𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬  𝑨𝑹𝑬  𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹  𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫𝑺  𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵  𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑬.

« 𝐈. » @yoakkemae ☷ STARTER CALL

❝   you  should  learn  to  be  more  careful  from  now  on.   ❞    as  stern  as  always,  Fai  Fluorite  spares none  from  a  biting  word  of  caution  or  two,  not  even Tsubasa.  with  gauze  in  one  hand,  and  Tsu's  arm  in  the  other,  the  elder  of  the  twins  takes  great  care  in  applying  the  cloth  in  lieu  of  the  antiseptic  they'd  just  smeared  over  the  wound.  it  wasn't  a serious  wound,  but  that  did  little  to  assauge  the  concern  burned  into  bright  blue  eyes.

   it's  only after  the  task  is  complete  that  Fai  can  breathe  easy;  no  longer  is  his  partner  at  risk  of  further  injury  or  illness.  he  finds  Tsu's  gaze  again  and  crinkles  the  corners  of  his  eyes, smiling  much  more  softly  than  the  words  that'd  previously  spooled  from  their  tongue.     ❝   there.  please  don't  let  my  brother  rope  you  into  anymore  of  his  brilliant  schemes  from  now  on,  unless  you  know  it's  not  going  to  end  in  this.   ❞    somewhere,  surely,  Yuui  is  sneezing  right  now.

#‹ v. › main. #‹ c. › fai fluorite. #yoakkemae #HAHA HEY SATAN..... LONG TIME NO SEE [twirls my hair seductively] #LJKDSAFJDS LMAO #missed u omg hi

[bonescribes]

@yoakkemae // sc.

sanji typically reserves dish duty for whoever manages to piss him off the most -- but kuina also doesn't typically invade his realm in the kitchen . that , combined with the fact that she's been unusually quiet today ( she's pretty stoic in general , but this isn't the same , he doesn't think ) , makes him want to at least try to help .

so he does , in the only way he knows how that isn't feeding her -- since he's done that already .

" wanna help me with the dishes ? " work is the best way to get one's mind off of things , in his humble opinion . " if you go slow , some of those idiots might be in their bunks by the time you're done . "

#yoakkemae #KUIINAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #didnt have a verse in mind when i wrote this so go ham #｟ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 ｠ ⸻ ᴍᴀɪɴ ▻ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 #❀ queue .

[thuganomxcs]

"Hey there Snow Flake, never thought I'd see ya out here. So, what can I get ya? Shrimp fried rice or are you more of a ramen gal?" He spoke with a smile leaning against the counter within his food truck. Yusuke couldn't figure for the life of him of the last time the two actually hung out with one another.

liked for a starter / @yoakkemae

#❛ rp ━ all these bitches comin' but i'm stayin' at the ready. #❛ au ━━ heard you turned it up to 99 well bitch you gettin' betty'd. #yoakkemae #for yukina's cute self

[iomadachd]

@yoakkemae asked: "It's your favourite." [ penelope & spencer // spencer bringing garcia her favourite drink + pastry ]

noticing and being noticed (accepting)

"Spencer Reid, you know you're my favorite, right? Especially right now because this is now the only thing keeping me from going nuclear," she replies, making grabby hands for the treats.

It's been a day, she hasn't had caffeine since she woke up and her general state of being today has been 'give me sugar or you will die'.

#answered asks #yoakkemae #c: penelope garcia #v: the white queen

[yeshens]

@yoakkemae, continued.

shinichi takes the comment in stride. after all they’d been through, it didn’t even rank highly in the list of worst things that kaito could’ve said while bleeding out. potentially. shinichi huffs out a laugh, humorless when he replies, “to be honest, i’m not surprised you know that. it’s how you know it that concerns me.” probably from experience, he’d infer. he doubted that information of this sort could come by people of kaito’s sort by methods as mundane as research, or idle curiosity. so, not his first time bleeding on tile. the knowledge doesn’t serve to reassure shinichi much.

kaito’s jacket comes off, and shinichi can’t pretend not to stare. not in any perverse way — not when kaito’s wellbeing was his primary concern, and shinichi doesn’t bother trying to hide it. his gaze tracks each injury as they are revealed, flickering every now and then to kaito’s face in search of a hint of expression, of pain or otherwise. he’s not surprised when he doesn’t find any. it would be even more concerning if shinichi didn’t have a gauge for kaito’s pain threshold, but he did, and he was certain it was high. even then: not so bad, the thief says. the dismissive tone prompts him into action, ignites in him the urge to be contrary. shinichi lets out an unimpressed noise, uncrossing his arms before taking a step into the bathroom.

“not even a little bit, you reckless thief.” it’s weak even for him, shinichi notes. maybe the vulnerability was spreading. he stops before reaching kaito, leaving them a few steps apart, slowly raising both hands in a silent request for permission to approach. even as he stands still, something about this tugs at him like a puzzle piece fitting in wrong. his mind whirs ahead and leaves him with the belated realization that he’d never gotten the details of what had happened out of kaito, leaving a fracture in his deduction. how did he miss this?

“kaito,” he frowns, “these bruises don’t look consistent with the level of force nakamori-keibu is authorized to use — what happened?”

#ic. shinichi. #yoakkemae #🫡👍

[doctordonovan]

❝ i may have insulted the wrong person. ❞ | alex

it shouldn't surprise her anymore  -   the way it seems most of world has spiralled into madness,  how a child can be an adult in so many people's eyes.   it frustrates her just as much...   if not more.  yet concern rings loudly in the way gentle hand hovers by @yoakkemae's chin,  almost making contact,  a silent request for alex to tilt head so she may see more of the bruises that mark face.  (   what a mess,  everything is always such a mess,  so what response is left that concisely covers how she feels about it?  )

❝ I'll get you something frozen to put on it. ❞   practicality,  at least,  seems the easiest thing to focus on for the moment at hand. ❝ grab a seat,   try not to provoke any of the cushions.  we can discuss the details of what happened once you get something on that before it swells. ❞

#yoakkemae #𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: // in that moment of revalation #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // answered asks #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // queue

[fightaers]

❛⠀ah, todoroki-kun — ❜ the name comes out in a rasped voice, shrivelled in between his heaving breath. izuku isn't sure how he hasn't passed out from exhaustion just yet, though he can feel it clouds the corners of his vision the longer he tries to fight it. and fight it, he does. izuku has laid shigaraki's body where best jeanist is now wrapping it carefully, and now he's— he's there. sitting. waiting.

for what, he isn't so sure. he should probably move, he thinks. he should go to— go to see kacchan. to see mom. but he doesn't.

❛⠀you... you survived your brother. how- how's— sorry. ❜ his words are jumbled, his brain's too slow for the query he means to be asking his friend. but he's glad to see todoroki, really. glad to know that, for the most part, his friend had come out of it intact. that there is one less person he needs to be concerned about losing at all. ❛⠀how... how are you ? ❜

@yoakkemae ♡ starter call !

#yoakkemae #yoakkemae: shōto. #ok we dk how the ending will go #BUT JUST. ENTERTAIN ME #also. if u havent caught up w/ the latest manga just lmk and i can re-adjust it !!! #izuku. #izuku; interactions.

[braveryhearted]

Drop me a character name and i’ll reveal my muse’s heart…

( accepting )

@yoakkemae said: I'm also throwing kaito @ saguru and shinichi @ heiji for reasons.

[ Saguru for Kaito ]

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

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[ Heiji for Shinichi ]

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

#long post cw #long post tw #yoakkemae #[ ans. HEIJI HATTORI ] #[ ans. SAGURU HAKUBA ] #it's funny for saguru to have friendship that low lol

[lifesliced]

❝ the plum blossoms will be beautiful this year, ❞ he remarks, looking up from his book. hiei has been particularly quiet this evening, though kurama reflects that it's certainly nothing new. while hiei is as stoic as ever, kurama remains pleasant, enjoying their time shared. it's almost nostalgic for him. ❝ they'll likely bloom early, probably in february. that's usually their time. ❞

some flower even earlier. the colder months do nothing to sway their cause.

he closes his nightly reading, smiling softly at his companion. hiei's presence is always welcome. it's out of habit that kurama leaves the window unlocked for him, just in case the yokai was in town.

❝ when i see them, i'm reminded of you, hiei. not for their color, mind you. ❞ or their fragrance. ❝ they symbolize perseverance. they're even said to be protective, warding off against evil spirits. ❞ much like a brother would for his sister, kurama could say. like a friend would for his companions. ❝ they remind us to live life in a new, better way. hm. quite fitting, wouldn't you agree, hiei? ❞ // * @yoakkemae liked for a starter from kurama !!

#kurama tbt #yoakkemae #there were a few i was stuck on but based on how they grow in colder months and what they represent i thought this fit kurama's perspective #though tbf there are a couple he has in mind

[pctaldrunk]

@yoakkemae asked : ❛ i am worlds away from who i was. ❜ // s.hinichi post-conan to ran - NEXT TO NORMAL STARTERS (ACCEPTING)

"...I can see that." It's like I don't even know you anymore, she DOESN'T say - because when he's looking at her like THAT, with the same darkness and exhaustion she sometimes glimpsed in the large eyes set in a child's face, and when he's speaking to her like that, with the familiarly lowered and painfully aged toned - she can't. He's come home - him and not him, the same as he's always been and entirely changed at once. Once upon a time, she'd naively thought - all he needs to do is come home. And then she woke up, and realized there was so much MORE she hadn't known. That he never told her. "You don't have to be the same."

Presses her lips together and breathes through her nose to keep the pressure behind it at bay, to cool the warmth in her eyes, fingers curling helplessly into the material of her skirt. "I'm not asking for you to be the same." He's GROWN UP, the way they were always meant to - only somewhere she couldn't see, shouldering all the pains himself, while she has grown up in parallel, oblivious. Maybe she shouldn't feel HURT about that thought, shouldn't feel like the world has expanded and she has been pushed to the very edge of it. "...I just want to know you again."

#yoakkemae #interaction : why do you fight like your running out of time. why do you write like history has its eyes on you #𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐍 : the fire is here to stay. to light the night. to help us grow. #((i thought about this in th shower n got emo an now u have this ask fasklf;jJ;FSKLJ;AF;F))