The Shopkeeper's Favorite Muse Aka Ari

"Sometimes I fear I'm a bit too much for people." | Requests & Asks Open | 18

[aritsukemo]

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎! 「 いらっしゃいませ！」

Blog's Theme Song — Asphyxia — Cö shu Nie

After venturing along until the depths of the night crept in and dyed the sky black, your respite is sounded by the chimes of a dingy, rusting bell above your head. It's golden coat corroded by graying rust, it clinks along its walls with the power of a baby chick calling it's mother; piercing and solitary. The sound is quickly swallowed by the desolate murk that shrouds the entranceway.

The darkness that surrounds you is thick and as you reach an arm forward, it swallows it up to your elbow like some ravenous beast. The silence is deafening, like drowning in a moat and so potent that even a scream would be quickly shushed within it.

You consider turning around and leaving. You look back at the glass door — where paint is chipped all over to reveal the deteriorated state of the wood — and are met with the sight of darkened, puffy clouds swimming in the sky. It'll rain soon, you deduce.

To turn tail and take your chances with the impeding storm or stay to deal with what your eyes cannot perceive was the question that ailed you — probably for a second too long because soon the darkness rushes at you with a crackling hiss that startles you stiff.

You spin around, eyes darting left then right then left again. There's silence once more. You don't dare to reach out a second time now that you know you're not alone as the will to move or even turn your head leaves your perturbed being.

Whatever lingers in the dark seems to quieten for a mere moment to allow you time to get your racing heart in check again before it rattles it all over again when the sound repeats with the ferocity of a frightened, defensive rattlesnake. This time, it doesn't have the patience to wait for you to calm yourself and the noise zips to a more aggressive volume before suddenly dispersing all together — like a flame suddenly sparking on to then quickly be extinguished.

It's then that you hear it; music. With the catchiness of an old school commercial, the melody dominates the air. And, as if the silence was what kept the darkness around, it flees soon after the woman's voice — velvet and upbeat — joins the chorus, revealing crimson hues, snow white waves, and a smile that stretched a tad too wide to be considered comforting.

"Hehe.. I knew I heard someone come in," Their voice gave little away to their age or gender their dainty androgyny so carefully hid. It also seemed overly cheery and, quite frankly, out of place. Like seeing an infant giggling and skipping by an unfortunate accident.

"Welcome! Good to see a new face around here!" They said, so brazenly throwing out, "The name's Juuzou Suzuya! I've been runnin' this little art shop with a good friend of mine for a while now! It's so nice to see a new face!"

He extends his hand without a second thought and, as if on queue, the remaining bit of the darkness fades, revealing bland walls painted haphazardly in splotches of colorful droplets of paint, large paintings that couldn't have come from anyone other than a small child's imagination with it's overly bold colors and imagery. The feeling that emerged from you at such a bewildering sight sunk down to the bottom of your gut like a rock to a lake. The best way to describe the feeling that's coursing through would be to compare it to the feeling of watching a little girl laugh herself to tears at the sight of her parents' rotting corpses; random, out of place, and unnervingly odd.

Large, white canvas sit on their sides and lean against one another unevenly along the walls. Paint buckets of varying colors, tarps, and the like decorate their sides. It cluttered the small space the room had, but also gave it life with its messiness.

You return your gaze to who'sin front of you and you catch the person staring, perfectly frozen like a still shot jmage as they patiently wait for your hand to slip into theirs. The voided darkness that fills the middle of their crimson irises don't give off the same vibe as the rest of their body, but you don't dare wait to try and decipher the unspoken message swimming in them as you finally reach out to give their hand a firm shake.

A trap — you realize it a second too late when you fail to pull your hand away afterwards. Your eyes shoot back up, your visage noticeably alarmed. Their smile widens impossibly.

"It's been so long since we've had a guest — I should do something special to celebrate the occasion! Hmm...a performance, maybe? My props are around here somewhere.. Oh! Why don't you come with me? I have a feeling you'll be coming back here much more in the future so it's good to become familiar with the place!"

More giggles fill the tense air that only seemed to weigh on you as your excitable host forced you to follow after them, leading you through a door towards the back of the small shop where warm light bleeds into every corner..

"This is Ari's study! Most days, she keeps herself cooped up in here to read and write. She's what you'd call a recluse and since she does all the heavy-lifting from the shadows, it's not often that she's around to say hey to our customers — especially the new faces that roll in here."

"..What does she like to write? Lots of stuff! Wanna see? ..Heh, don't worry. I'll make sure this place looks like we never came in here — now, c'mere! I wanna show you my favorites from her collection! Starting with the manga and shows!"

Demon Slayer | Tokyo Ghoul | The Case Study of Vanitas | Yona of the Dawn | Alien Stage | Miscellaneous

"Aaaaand over there is where she keeps all the written works about the video games she likes to play. If it wasn't obvious, she has a thing for story-driven games rather than action. 'Kinda boring if you ask me."

Genshin Impact | Omori | Danganronpa | Sally Face | Honkai Star Rail | Twisted Wonderland | Miscellaneous

"Over there's where she keeps the other stuff she writes and just on the other side of that bookshelf is a secret passageway that leads you to a secret room. I can't really let you in on that little secret of hers, but if you're really curious, you can always try asking her whenever you run into her to show you where it leads. ...Ah, but I'm getting sidetracked. We should get out of here before Ari gets back."

"Before we continue the tour, I have to make sure you read this copy that talks about our shop's rules and FAQ. It's really important you take our rules to heart so that we won't have to deal with you for accidentally breaking one of them later. ...Hm? What would happened then? Hehe, that's for me to know and you to hopefully never find out! Now, get to reading. The faster you finish, the quicker I can get back to showing you around our humble abode."

Rules

Please refrain from being rude to the other guests! You can be impolite towards me all you want, but I will not tolerate such behavior towards any of my visitors. I mean it — no fighting allowed!

Please do not interact with me if you apply to anything on this Basic DNI Criteria List.

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All blank blogs will be blocked without question! Please at least either have a pfp or a post under your blog so I don't accidentally mistake you as a bot!

FAQ/Frequently Asked Questions

Are your requests open? Do you have any specific rules regarding requests?

Yes, my requests are always open unless stated otherwise! Furthermore, you can find my rules here!

Do you have a taglist?

Yes! You can find it here! The link will also appear at the beginning of all my written works for even easier access!

Any specific tags I may need to know about?

Any important news about this little shop of ours ( ex. hiatuses, events, blog changes, etc. ) will be labeled under the tag 𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓷' 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓼!

How do I become a ghost customer ( aka an emoji anon )?

Just let me know via inbox! You can throw it in with your request if you have one too! Simply specify what emoji you want to represent you and continue to interact with me under such alias!

Can we be moots/become mutuals?

You needn't ask. If we hit it off and I feel comfortable enough to consider you a friend, I'll follow you.

Any specific quirks I need to watch out for?

I absolutely love referring to people — whether they're a mutual, follower, or simply someone I like to chat with through inbox/comment exchanges — using nicknames and petnames! I also tend to use emojis/emoticons/memes to express myself and emphasize my words! 🖤

"Done reading already? Alright! Let's move on then!"

"..Huh? That sign looks a bit out of place? Ari made it to outlines our sponsors. She cleans that thing just about everyday so it's no wonder it sticks out like a sore thumb in here."

"Hm...? Who're our sponsors? Real' nice people, lemme tell ya! They always bring tasty snacks and fun times whenever they visit. Our shop wouldn't be as big as it is if it weren't for them so if you ever happen to meet them make sure to be extra polite, alright?"

As of right now, I'm currently affiliated/an official member of the @stellaronhvnters and @d1strict99, two really cool sfw networks where writers & artists come together and write, bond, and have fun over their shared love for hoyoverse games and various other fandoms!

"Do we run any other places like this? Ari does! What were they again..? ..uh..."

Though I'm most active on Tumblr, my old wattpad account is still up and I have an AO3 account as well! On Wattpad, I wrote for stuff like Genshin Impact, Demon Slayer, AssClass, and Omori whilst my AO3 is mainly being used as backup storage of already posted works here. Feel free to check either out if you want.

"You want to know more about us? ..Hehe, well there's not much to say about me, but regarding Ari.."

My last name is inspired by the main character of one of my favorite childhood shows, Yugioh Zexal. His name is Yuma Tsukumo! If you're having trouble reading my username, it's pronounced Ah-ree ( Ari ) Soo-keh-moh ( Tsukemo ).

I once believed I was under the aromantic spectrum but after years of self-discussion, I realized that I'm very much panromantic/pansexual. Also, for anyone wondering, my pronouns are she/her but I don't care if you don't refer to me as such as many have referred to me in They/Them and even He/Him pronouns. Whatever rolls off the tongue best for you is what I'm cool with.

My favorite characters as of right now consist of Juuzou Suzuya, Lilia Vanrouge, Riddle Rosehearts, Epel Felmier, Ortho Shroud, Mitsuri Kanroji, The Tokito Twins, Shinobu Kocho, Ciel Phantomhive, Venti, Durin, Till, and Luka!

My birthday is July 15th, making me a Cancer!

My current favorite artists are Ashnikko, Billie Eilish, Alec Benjamin, Sabrina Carpenter, Chase Atlantic, Doechii, Megan Thee Stallion, and Laufey!

"And that brings us to end of our tour! Now, if you'll excuse me...huh? What about the performance? There was supposed to be a performance? ..Hm.. Anyways, I'm hungry. You'll join me for lunch, won't you? We can get to know each other more — c'mon!"

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx and @romaritimeharbor

[aritsukemo]

A Twisted Pleasure | Lohen

Summary: Lohen is simply in love with the way you despise him.

Warnings: This post displays an unhealthy love dynamic that implies emotional manipulation and violence ( lohen is constantly ans purposefully angering reader to the point that they physically harm him ). That said, the author did not write this with the intention of encourage others to partake in such a relationship with anyone and simply wrote it for funsies. No gender is implied so you may see reader as female, male, or gender neutral! Other than that, there's nothing. Read at your own discretion.

A/N: I know I said I wouldn't post any Lohen drafts unless I got Lohen and his weapon but I'm clearing out my drafts rn and didn't have the heart to delete this 😔

Tagging: @tragedy-of-commons, @nursedflowers, @satansdaughter123, @snowy-violet, @keikeiluvyou, @alo37168d, @leafyonz, @nyxx-vexx, @rincommittedarsin,

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Lohen really loves to piss you off.

If asked why, he'd laugh and explain to person that it's a simple joy. That he merely gets a kick out of it, and while that's not exactly wrong, it definitely doesn't not accurateenough in it'svague explanation to be right.

It's something hard to describe — a sorta rush, you could say, that only comes when your eyes narrow and your brows dip deeply.

That intense joy that overtakes him when your face scrunches and your fist clench and you give him that look that lets him know that he's just one more comment away from being on the receiving end of your punch or kick — or even better, your precious blade.

It's a kind of carnal desire he gets when he pushes you past the limits of frustration — where he starts wishing he could push just the right wrong button and get you flying into a rage and finally pushes you to rough him up.

To him, it's like coaxing you into a dance, one of battle, where the only music are the sounds your weapons make when they clash for that brief moment and the groans that slip from your lips when either of you manage to finally land a blow on the other.

He yearns for this feeling more and more by the day and it fuels him to pester you time and time again despite the threats that seem to increase with every visit and grow increasingly more violent. That, sometimes, he walks home limping, bleeding, and bruised from head to toe. That sometimes you completely imbolize him and render him unconscious, leaving him to wake to throbbing all over; a physical reminder of the limits he had managed to push you to.

You may very well end his life one day if he keeps testing the limits. A sick part of him almost wishes you to because, in some twisted way, it'd be like a love confession.

After all, when it comes to you and him, hatred and love is a blurred, bloody line and cruelty is the highest, most intense show of love you can give to one another and he wouldn't change it for the world.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[aritsukemo]

Hii Ari!! I know I already sent a message on the d99 server but happy birthday!! Thank you so much for being my friend over the years 💗💗. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us in the future ily.

AHHHH LEAFY AS ALWAYS YOU'RE TOO KIND TYSM DARLING🥹🖤

[aritsukemo]

It's my birthday today for those who don't know! Thank you all who have already wished me happy birthday, I truly am grateful!! 🥹

[aritsukemo]

Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a Mutsuki x Reader scenario where the Reader took the place of Kaneki and Mutsuki is obsessed with her? But she likes it because she doesn't really get much attention from others.

Thank you very much!! :))

The Ugly Truth | Tooru Mutsuki

Summary: You hated yourself more than anything — especially for taking advantage of this change Mutsuki has underwent following the Rushima Landing Operation — but it's simply not enough to make you consider stopping.

Warnings: This post displays an unhealthy love dynamic that involves emotional manipulation, toxic indulgence, verbal & physical threats, and most importantly, an unhealthy attention-seeking nature. That said, the author did not write this with the intention of encourage others to partake in such a relationship with anyone. I simply got a splurge of inspiration and decided to write this for the love of the game. Furthermore, reader is implied to be female as requested and she/her pronouns are used in this fic ( though its for all of like, one sentence ). I also wrote with more ambiguous intentions in mind ( as reader's feelings for Tooru can be interpreted in many ways ). Other than that, there's nothing. Read at your own discretion.

A/N: AHHHHH A TOORU REQUEST!! I HAVE DREAMED OF MOMENTS SUCH AS THIS!! Love, love, love this boy and, though this may not be what you had envisioned when requesting this anon, but I hope you like it nevertheless!

Tagging: @snowy-violet, @yoshinorecommends, @alo37168d, @leafyonz,

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There were many things you hated in this world. Despite your self claims of lacking such an awful feeling in your golden heart, the truth of the matter is that in a competition for who can hate the easiest, yet the strongest, you'd take first place every single time.

Your despise your birthgiver, for example.

In fact, the very term became was born into your vocabulary out of spite to replace a term much more loving; an endearment you used to refer to them as before you opened your eyes to the truth. A petname you would call with all the love in the world back when you still gave your all — physically, emotionally, even spiritually one could say — all for scraps. Back when you so foolishly believed love was something they were capable of giving you and never once believing that they'd just up and leave with everything, forcing you down this path you now walk. Forcing you to fight for survival as if it was something that you weren't always meant to have.

On that topic, you also detested your job and everything about it.

The stuffy uniforms. The constant pressure and fear that hung even after a mission was over. The scent of blood in the air that would always cling to you like some parasite. The stuck up higher ups who likely see you more as fodder than anything close to promising. The sickeningly innocent lower ranks who have yet to taste this world's true horror — who can still walk the halls and feel like their life is valued and cared about.

Ghouls are a no brainer, but its harder nowadays to put them up high on your list after undergoing that surgery.

Some may try to sugarcoat things by claiming that its what you were born as that mattered more or even take it a step further by trying to delude you with posterboard drivel like "it's what's inside that counts" ( you especially hated that one, for what would that make you? Someone with nothing but a selfish pulsating brain, a sensitive beating heart, and of course, blood coursing through you? ) but what no one wishes to say is the honest truth; that for the most fickle reasons, you sold your body to the government and made yourself a test subject, a weapon, and a new target of hate for the CCG and, soon enough, the world..

...and if anything — if you were to be completely transparent — you hated your former Squad Leader so, so much more than those vile monsters. You hated the man who once went under the name Haise Sasaki before he decided to turn tail and cross everyone who cared for him for some random past life he previously wished to escape from.

Now that's the real kicker — what really makes you loathe him so, you think — because how could you so desperately fight against something — even if that something was your former self, The Eyepatch Ghoul — only to not only give in, but accept it?

How could one accept all of those imperfections? Accept all of that pain — both physical and mental — you once endured constantly just to feel so called "whole" again. More importantly, how could you abandon all those who put their faith in you? Who fought for you? Who found security and safety and hope within you? Who loved you like— no, who loved you more than any family ever could hope to? How could Haise Sasaki abandon you and the others without so much as a second thought?

It made you so, so very angry and yet, despite all that hatred you harbored towards him, there was still something — or rather, someone — that you hated much, much more.

That someone being yourself.

"I love you," scarred hands — ones once softer than silk — embraced yours shakily, hesitantly, as if overcome with fear of what may happen when they meet, but too eager to care too much for the consequences that could occur when they, at last, meet, "I love you so, so much."

Tooru Mutsuki currently toward over you; his body overcome with so much emotion that his body shakes ( the emotion in particular? You don't care to ask ) and his tears pool down his face save for a few droplets that escape the stream, falling from his eyes and splashing along your cheeks, giving the ironic illusion that you too ( a girl who always bottled things up, even if it costed her a bit of her identity in the process ) were crying.

He's not wearing his eyepatch right now, a luxury not even that traitor was allowed to gain despite his supposed closeness with him. It made your internal organs sing and dance at the sight — at the simple privilege — even if it was one best left hidden behind a cotton square.

"I love you so, so, so much. More than anything... More than everything.." he professed to you once more.

His voice was trembling so much now that he's begun to cry. It made his words turn pleading, made him sound utterly pathetic. You couldn't be happier. You were overjoyed by the fact that you have the power to reduce him to such a state, and yet, you make the decision to pretend.

"Really? You love me that much?" you ask, voice kept at a murmur to avoid your glee from tainting it, "Are you sure I'm all that special to you?"

"Of course I'm sure!" you wince sharply as the once delicate grip on your hand turns crushing in an instant — like a vice strangling its prey — and pinned above your head, trapping you to his pitiful excuse of a bed ( after all, it was nothing compared to how soft and comfortable his bed back at home was ).

You don't attempt to break free.

"You are nothing if not special, do you understand? Time and time again, you've shown that through your kindness and strength. It's why that place even felt remotely close to a home! Why I even had the strength to keep going and not..."

"...anyways, it's because of you I was able to maintain a sense of normality for so long and feel the rush — that bliss — of laughing and smiling and pretending with actual joy swelling in my heart and if you ever try to make me think otherwise again or demean yourself or even fucking think that you aren't the reason I haven't fucking painted every wall within the CCG, starting with that...traitorous scumbag and his whore of a wife's blood, I'll—!"

You free yourself with ease, twisting your hands and slipping them right out of his grasp as if your ensnarement was nothing more than some elaborate illusion, deadening his thoughts in their tracks. It was so cute to see him like that — so fun to bare witness to how his gears shift, turn, and stop depending on what you do and say, as if they were programmed with you and only you in mind.

"Tooru, baby, I was only kidding," you cooed, no longer able to contain your mirth as you let a giggle slip just as your arms wrapped around him and pulled him down where you then cradled his head close to your chest.

"No need to get so worked up, okay?"

He melts instantly under your touch and, after a moment, begins to nuzzle incessantly — as if he were attempting to burn away your flesh and sink into the beating cavity you call a heart. Adorable he looked so lovesick in a way that was downright miserable, you thought, as he clings to you as if you were his very life source, or somehow, something more than that — for you have never seen even the most narcissistic of man or ghoul cling to their vitality the way he does to you.

"Don't ever joke like that again.." he sniffles, stilling nuzzling — which smears snot all over your tee, "That wasn't at all funny. You're my everything, you know that — and you know how much it upsets me when you don't see that!"

You merely smile, giddy and content at his distress, "You're right. I'm sorry, Tooru. I won't ever do it again."

It's sickening how easily the lie falls from your lips and how much pure delight warms you at the thought of something like this occurring again...but the disgust you felt paled in comparison to the feeling of satisfaction you got every time you did this same song and dance with him and ended it with the same dreadful kiss that you swore pushed him closer and closer to the brink of insanity every time you did...

..because the truth of the matter was simple; you hated yourself more than anything else in the world — especially for how you milked Mutsuki out of every drop of "love" he could give you and always pushing his limits past that still, for you simply loved the rush of attention he always gave you more.

He could tear himself apart a million times, completely ruin his psyche — you really could give less of damn so long as his eyes always looked towards you in every possible situation, yearning to have you in every way given — even ones that seemed more carnal, obsessive, and unhealthy.

That was the ugly truth no one wished to hear — not even yourself. That your dear ( what should you even call him at this point? ) could break into pieces so tiny that he could never return back to his old self, but its for that very reason that you wouldn't change this for anything else in the world.

'I love you," another breathless confession was spoken when you finally parted — his eyes locked to yours, a string of saliva preventing you from truly separating — before, again, he tells you, "I love you so, so much."

Your smile widens as you begin to lean back in, "You always say that."

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[aritsukemo]

Guys I miss Tokyo Ghoul sm today and tmrw I'ma focus on requests centered around it cause I'm like literally going through WITHDRAWALS

[aritsukemo]

SPOILERS TO KALIM'S BDAY GROOVY UNDER THE CUT!!

NO WAIT CAUSE WHY DOES HE EAT???

Like okay when I first saw his card I was like "he just happy to look a' mess 😒" but this won me over-

LIKE THE POSE??? THE GRIN??? OHHH THE GRIN DUDE STOP I AM SO WEAK HE LOOKS AMAZING 👏 😍

Moral of the story guys never doubt Kalim Al Asim, for he will always deliver and serve

[aritsukemo]

I AM OBSESSED WITH LOHEN OMG HIS TRAILER WAS IMMCULATE

Once I finish my requests (or if I get a particularly powerful brain worm) I WILL WRITE FOR HIM!!!!

EVERYONE CHEERED 😆 CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU COOK UP POOKS

[aritsukemo]

Halloo I recently came across your blog through the mental health days w twst since I’ve been feeling miserable and it’s comforted me in a way considering riddle’s my favourite.

I was just wondering if you’d ever do more? I’ve tried searching for comfort fics all over tumblr and couldn’t rlly find some that fit my situation so ur fic really helped, thank you ❤️

More Mental Health Days ( Because The Pain Never Stops ) | Twisted Wonderland

Featuring: Ace Trappola and Jamil Viper

Summary: For the days that you just...aren't okay.

Warnings: This post goes through different experiences of mental health issues such as self harm and emotional overload ( caused by unhealthy coping mechanisms ). Moreover, the experiences and feelings the reader goes through are inspired/taken from the author's personal experience. That said, this may not fit with others' experiences or be the common "norm" you typically see ( ex. reader is not cutting themselves, but undergoes self harm in the form of biting, nail ripping, and skin peeling ) so if that's what you're looking for, this post is not for you. This post is in no way romanticizing mental health issues and simply written with self-comfort in mind. Ace's part was written with romantic intent ( established relationship is implied ) while Jamil's can be seen more platonically if you so wish. Reader's gender also isn't stated nor are pronouns referenced so you may can see them as female, male, or gender-neutral reader ( however you want to perceive them really ). Overall, this post may be uncomfortable to some so, with that said, please read at your own risk!

A/N: Jamil's part isn't the best but everytime I tried to fix it I would just end up crying all over again so I just kept it as is. Sorry I haven't been active lately too guys, its just been a lot on my plate handling uni prep stuff, hangouts with friends, etc. but I'll try to get better by queuing stuff. Found this in my inbox and found it fitting to reply to it in this way, hope your days get better my love!! <33

Tagging: @engurishu, @savanaclaw1996, @keikeiluvyou, @cheriecherubim, @thecadeverse, @cherubiiame, @vilslover, @themorbiddarling, @nyxx-vexx, @rincommittedarsin, @lilyofthisvalley18, @starzzreyo, @poopy-dot-io, @idk1o, @saphirecheshire

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Ace Trappola: Self Harm & Depressive Episodes

"What the hell is your problem?"

"…Huh?" was the only thing that could leave your lips after hearing your boyfriend's angry exclamation.

You have zero clue how you got yourself here; sitting on this couch in Ramshackle with your boyfriend glaring at you as if you had ratted him out to Riddle for breaking a rule.

No, his anger burns deeper than that. More brooding, like water boiling at the bottom of a pot. It felt like a kind of rage that required time to build. A kind that twists everything — his mood, his tone, his very irises and the way they look at you — the more it festers and physically drags the atmosphere down. At the same time, though, there's a sullen kind of melancholy there that softens the tip of his rage just a bit and it leaves you feeling rather puzzled as to what you could've possibly done to earn such a peculiar mesh of emotions.

"You heard me the first time. Don't act like you're deaf all of sudden 'cause it'll just piss me off more," he snaps, and it's only when you noticeably tense up that he really hears himself. Finally hears how that jumbled mess of frustration and sadness sounds being directed at you which isn't his intent — not entirely, at least.

So, he takes a breath. A short one — but a breath nevertheless — and asks you again, "What's been up with you lately?"

He's met with the same bewilderment.

"What are you talking about, Ace?" you ask him. He replies immediately, "I'm talking about the fact that you're obviously hiding stuff from me."

That only further puzzles you, "I'm not hiding anything. What gave you that idea?"

"What gave me that idea…" he mocks before fully turning towards you, making you two lock eyes before he finally says, voice dripping with venom…

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you keep lying to me."

"No one's lied to you, babe. Certainly not me," you say, attempting to reassure him by placing a hand on his shoulder, continuing, "So please, let's just calm down and—"

But he cuts you off, startling you when he latches his hand onto your wrist and traps it as he says, "You don't get to tell me to calm down after hiding something like this!" and yanks the black leather glove off your fingers, revealing your shame.

The shame in question being a darkened and bruised, bandaged hand.

Silence befalls you, but not just any kind. Not like — or what you once believed was — the kind of silence you could really let your hair down and properly breathe in. Not like the cozy kind that leaves your empty chest feeling warm for a while as it lingers after the fact.

This kind of quietness is more stiff, more suffocating, and gravelly unwanted. It's the kind of quiet that follows after your parent uncovers a side of you that you never wished they'd ever see. It's the kind of deafening hush that comes after an anxiety attack where you're in that weird middle area of relief and fear as you await for the after shocks to die — all whilst hoping it won't trigger you to start heaving all over again. It's the kind of absence you feel after a confession that you realize too late never should've been spoken..

…and it's exactly this kind of silence that you absolutely despise…for it was painfully familiar for someone like you.

But, of course, Ace doesn't care for your discomfort — not over something like this. He thinks someone hurt you after all. He wouldn't say it aloud, but he's worried and you can tell that at a glance.

You suppose that's meant to turn this moment bittersweet, but your heart doesn't react in such a way to reflect it. It doesn't threaten to jump out of your chest out of sheer panic. It doesn't curl into itself out of embarrassment. It doesn't even trepidate out anxiousness — or at least, it doesn't feel like it is. You don't know, you can't really tell..

…Because, right now, you feel as though you've just plundered into thick, murky waters without any knowledge of how to swim — or even struggle against the currents for that matter. Your will to fight, your yearning to live, was zapped away the moment you entered such uncomfortably warm waters.

It's overwhelming, but underwhelming at the same time — kind of like the feeling you get from watching your entire world crumble and then waking up, realizing it was all a bad dream — and you kind of just…drown in that feeling — and in the silence — like you would a second home.

"Hey, don't get all teary-eyed on me," you hear Ace say.

His voice is softer now, but you can't tell if it's actually meant to sound like that or if your ears are simply interpreting it that way as to avoid giving your brain another reason to fall apart further. You believe it to be the former as you feel the warmth of his hands slip away from your face after he, presumably, wiped tears from your cheeks and under your eyes.

…You'd like to believe he did that for you anyways. You're not entirely sure if he had or hadn't. You didn't even feel his hand until it was retreating, after all, so maybe you're brain made up the sensation as some pitiful attempt at self comfort.

Regardless, he speaks to you again in the same tone, "Just cut to the chase; tell me who did this — who's doing this to you."

And, somehow, you manage to get your tongue and lips moving to answer him, "No one."

"Bullshit," he replies, "You're always either gaining a new cut somewhere on your fingers, a bruise somewhere on your arm — sometimes its even your lips! There's something going on."

"I started noticing it a few months back when we were practicing for the Song and Dance Championships," he rambles, "You had a singular bandaid on your pointer finger in the beginning and then three more on your other fingers halfway through!"

"Then you started wearing those arm sleeves out of nowhere! 'Yapping about Pomefiore's ballroom being cold when I asked, which would be fine if you didn't act like I shot you when I accidentally bumped into your arm later that evening or when I hugged you before bed that night."

"—not to mention all the damn shaking when you have to carry books around for class — or anything for that matter. If you just had noodle arms I wouldn't be so hung up on it, but I've seen you carry heavier things no problem before so it has to be something else!"

"Oh, and did I mention you lips? They always look horrible! It's almost like—!"

"Okay," you bitterly cut in — almost like you had mutter out a curse word, "Okay, I get it. I've scared you—"

"No freaking shit you scared me!" he shouts, "Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to see someone you care about slowly turn into a bloody pulp with no explanation?! How jarring it was for you to act like nothing's going on as if there wasn't bits of dried blood on your lips on them almost daily?!"

"—Or, or how angry it made me when I accidentally walked in on you changing and noticed not one, not two, but three bruises on your arm and you not bothering to give me so much as a hint as to why while staring at me with such a depressing look in your eyes?! Scared doesn't even begin to describe how all this has made me feel!"

"You're right. I'm sorry," you say.

"Don't apologize!" he immediately blurts out, "Just tell me which one of these bastards did this so I can make them stop!"

"'There's no need to make a fuss', and 'You're being so overdramatic right now', and 'I really am fine', and 'You're looking too much into it' — I already know all these things you're gonna try and throw at me, okay, and I'm telling you now that I ain't budging on this at all so lets just skip the argument and jump to the part where you tell me the name and dorm this jerk — or jerks — so I can go over there and—"

"It was me!" you finally confess, and in the loudest voice you're able to produce. Tears now gushing from your eyes like a dam that just broke, "It was me, okay?! I did this to myself!"

"Stop with the lies already!" Ace pushes, frustration written all over his face, "I already know that someone's causing this — the others do too! Deuce, Grim, Epel, Jack… We've all already seen through you!"

"You don't need to protect a guy who'd do something like this to someone who's only ever helped people so just stop already!"

"I'm not lying! You have your culprit right in front of you!" you reaffirm through sobs, "I'm the one who's been doing this to myself — who's been picking at my skin 'til it bleeds and- and biting my arms until they're bruised and peeling a- a- and biting my lips til they're all raw and bloody—!"

"—But why would you do that to yourself?!"

"I don't know! I don't, okay?!" You scream, "Don't you think if I knew the answer to that I'd have it under control by now?! That I'd stop?! I- I… I can't stop it..— I don't even realize I've done it til it's over half the time how am I meant to stop it?!"

"I just get in that state and the world blurs and I just…it just happens okay! I get into my head and- and it feels like my entire body just goes all numb and the next thing I know my fingers are red and there's drool and bite marks in my arm from where I sunk my teeth in or- or my lips are pulsating and raw — or all three! Okay?!"

"You got what you fucking wanted — you've caught the bastard you wanted to beat up for hurting me right here—" you raise your ungloved hand — which now trembles and hasn't been able to escape Ace's grasp since this back and forth started, "—so do something already! Make it stop — make me stop, Ace!"

Please. You didn't say it aloud, but the plea was still heard — and still seen on your face through clumps of tears and tired, desperate glints of light that stain your eyes — and Ace…well Ace didn't know what to do or say to that. He tries to, at least, do the latter, but it only made him look like a broken toy from the way he could only manage to open and close his mouth without actually saying anything.

…and, because he couldn't find his words, he had no choice but to let you go and watch you desperately flee to your bedroom with a disappointed, vexed expression — one that he couldn't tell who it was meant to be directed at; you or himself.

Later, he comes to you. He looks calmer, you do too — if you ignore the obvious red staining your eyes.

He walks over to your bed and, without a word, you slide over to make him space. Part of you — the one still furious at his earlier actions — was irked by that by how easily you let him back in, but…

…well, upset as you were still, there was still this yearning there — a desperate call for a feeling other than nagging numbness and whatever the hell else is weighing down your heart right now.

And so, you put your knees to your chest and silently allow him to sit. You still don't say anything, and to your surprise, neither does Ace. The two of you simply sit there together on the bed.

He doesn't apologize.

You don't ask for one or yell at him for how he came at you before. Not yet, at least, because right now, all you want is silence and company. You think Ace understands that because, even after ten minutes go by, he doesn't fix his lips to say a word. Instead, he moves his arm back and allows you to fill the space he created, wrapping around your body when you inevitably do so he can place his hand on your thigh and eventually rub it softly.

It's not much, barely anything really, but you could feel it. You could feel something other than nothingness and ache.

And that…well that was enough for you.

Jamil Viper: Emotional Overload

You don't know what happened.

One minute you were smiling and okay. Not exactly happy, but definitely not upset. Then something happened. Something small. Something insignificant — so much so that you couldn't even remember what it was at this point, and yet, here you were; crying.

Thick, crystal-colored tears streamed down your face like a lake falling over a canyon. Your sniffling was loud and insistent, like you desperately needed to blow your nose. There were even small little wails slipping from your lips.

You probably looked so stupid — no, you were sure you did. You're sure you looked like a total crybaby. One of those kind in particular — the immature, overdramatic kind people like to make fun of on social media.

That only made your sobbing worsen.

Anyone who saw the sight would likely roll their eyes at you, throw you some disgusting look of confusion mixed with pity and annoyance, laugh at you — or all three — and you wouldn't blame them for it. You yourself would've likely fallen in one of those categories if the roles were reversed. In fact, in the back of your mind, there's someone standing there who looks exactly like you doing that very thing and telling you to hush up already.

You don't listen. You feel like you can't, and for that…

…you get a neatly folded napkin.

"Here," you heard a familiar, mellow voice say. You could already tell who it was, which didn't console you anymore than the napkin they were offering up to you would.

Nevertheless, your rejection doesn't deter them. All it ends up doing is fuel them to take the more physical approach of prying your now wet hands away from your face.

You finally lock eyes with who you suspected, Jamil, and he stares at you with the same look someone would give to a movie they've watched a million times; a bored, unsurprising look. Tears well at the mere sight of it.

"I'm.." you begin, but he cuts you off.

"Don't. You have nothing to apologize for," his tone is firm. A stark contrast to his hand, which rubs along your cheek with the same gentleness you would use to clean fine china. You don't deserve it — not after such a dramatic display that would no doubt win you an award for the biggest crybaby on campus if something like that were to exist.

And so, through sniffles, you mumble, "I'm sorry."

"What did I just say?" he says, tone bordering scolding.

"I can't help it," you say, eyes breaking away to look down at the ground, "You look upset."

"Well I'm not," he reaffirms, bluntly adding, "This isn't the first time you've done this and likely won't be the last."

Your frown deepens and begins to quiver at that because, fuck, he's right. You've done this shit before in front of him; bursting into tears and putting him on the spot, forcing him to calm you down as though he were the cause for your hysterics. You also can't deny his assumption that something like this won't occur again because, well, look at the current predicament now.

In short, you were utterly pathetic…but it seems that Jamil, for whatever reason, didn't believe so.

"I didn't say that because I'm upset about this happening or think any less of you because this may happen again, y'know," he tells you, folding his arms, "and you shouldn't be so hard on yourself about it either — especially since doing so will only make it worse. You don't want that, right?"

Slowly, you shake your head no.

Jamil hums, "That's what I thought."

Afterwards, you were whisked away to the blistering heat and endless miles of sand you can only associate with Scarabia's dormitory. Jamil claims it was to give you more privacy. That he'd leave you be to collect yourself the moment you stepped foot into his room — and that would've probably been the truth if you hadn't reached out to him and pitifully murmured your selfish thoughts to him; a plea to stay, if only for a short while.

…and stay he did. Not out of pity, not even entirely out of concern. It was simple because you had asked him to, he had said.

His delivery was more or less blunt, but his tone was as soft as his hold on you when he cradled you close to his chest, making doubt slip from you like your consciousness as exhaustion began to plague your being and your eyes began to close.

It was thanks to him that, at last, the tears had stopped falling.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[ceristelle]

Hello my beautiful queen 😘 I'm back will my bullshit — this time it's windbreaker edition LMAO

Okay okay this timeeee may I request Mitsuki Kiriyu x reader x Sakura Haruka?

Context: Reader is like super closed off and guarded but one day Kiryu and Sakura pull up on them after they don't show for school for a few days and realize that they've been secretly caring for their triplet little siblings ( that they didn't know existed btw ) and skipped school to care for them because they all got sick.

Reader's parents aren't in the picture anymore ( you can make up a reason for it, but reader's particularly bitter about their dad as he left by choice unlike their mom ) and with reader being apart of Bofurin, they wish to separate their home life from their school life as much as possible to avoid endangering their siblings ( they're all pretty young ). They're also lowkey sick themselves btw cause they've caught whatever illness their siblings got but can't/won't rest because they have responsibilities as the older sibling to be readily available to their younger siblings.

I just think it'd be cute scenario of their boyfriends finding out about their secret, bonding with their siblings, and taking care of reader and their siblings since reader is like hella independent because of everything that's happened and they have to kinda fight to push into their brains that they have not one, but two shoulders to lean on and that, as their boyfriends, it's okay to rely on them — especiallyin times like this.

Just like before please don't feel obligated or pressured to complete my request and regardlessof anything else, I hope you have a beautiful rest of ya day MWAH MWAH LOVE YOU GIRL 🖤

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 ๋࣭⭑ h. sakura & m. kiryu

🎐! after days of skipping school to care for your sick triplet siblings, the last thing you expect is sakura and kiryu showing up at your door and refusing to leave until they’re sure you’re okay.

cws. poly relationship! reader gender isn’t specified

note. ARIIII thank you for requesting again!! it highkey makes me feel better abt my writing, like i dont completely suck LMAO have a WONDERFUL DAY OR NIGHT MWAH ILYT 🫶

“what if something bad happened?”

sakura’s worried. it’s painfully obvious across his expression—the way his mismatched eyes are downcast and dark, with hunched shoulders and being more aloof than usual. he kicked a pebble down the sidewalk, hands shoved deep in his pockets, scowl firmly in place. “this is stupid. they’ve never missed three days in a row without saying something.”

kiryu, who was walking beside him, looked over with a calm gaze. “i was thinking the same thing,” he agreed. “tried texting them yesterday. no reply. that’s not like them.”

the pair met up near a park after school, both of them visibly worried despite their different ways of showing it. sakura was loud about it, grumbling and kicking things. kiryu was quieter, but the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes gave him away as well.

“you think they’re sick?” the pink haired one asked, tilting his head.

“or hurt. or in trouble.” sakura’s scowl deepened. “either way, we should check. i’m not waiting around anymore.”

kiryu nodded, soft smile returning. “good. i was going to suggest the same thing.”

the walk to your apartment was quiet, both of them lost in their own thoughts. curiosity, because neither had any update about you. mild annoyance (on behalf of a certain two toned haired male though), but mostly concern that overrode it all.

sakura kept clenching and unclenching his fists. noticing how tense the other was, kiryu stayed close, occasionally glancing over to make sure his boyfriend wasn’t about to punch a wall out of worry.

when they reached your door, they found it to be slightly ajar. which was already a sign that things were really wrong. sakura’s stomach dropped instantly upon seeing it.

“that’s not normal.”

kiryu’s expression turned serious. he gently pushed the door open, and both of them stepped inside.

it was dark.

the small living room was a mess of blankets, medicine bottles, and children’s drawings scattered. three little kids—identical triplets, no older than six—were bundled on the couch, sniffling and coughing. one even had teary eyes, struggling to keep her tears away while another just held onto her to provide comfort.

then kiryu’s eyes dropped to the floor. and there you were; on the floor beside them, pale and clearly exhausted, trying to coax medicine into one of the kids while looking like you were about to pass out yourself.

“hey...hey..it’s okay, you’ll feel better if you take th—”

you tried to pour the remedy into a spoon, but your hands wouldn’t stop shaking, causing you to drop the bottle unintentionally as the red liquid splattered across the floor.

sakura’s brain short-circuited. “what the—?!” before he could react, kiryu was already moving, gently taking the medicine spoon from your shaking hand. “hey love. you’re burning up,” he said softly, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “and these little ones…they’re yours?”

you looked up, eyes widening in panic. “sakura…? kiryu…? how did you—?”

“you idiot. you’ve been handling this alone? while sick yourself?”

sakura tried to glare at you, but the relief in his heart upon seeing you were still alive flooded his senses. instead he cursed under his breath and kicked off his shoes, going to kneel beside you.

the little girl—the smallest one with messy pigtails —peeked out from her blanket after wiping her eyes. “are you…big sibling’s boyfriends?”

sakura turned beet red. “w-what?! no—i mean—we’re—you’re too small to ask that!” he hissed, though his touch was gentle when placing your head on his shoulder.

kiryu chuckled softly, already kneeling as well to check on the kids. “something like that, sweetheart. we’re here to help.”

the next few hours passed in a blur.

mitsuki took over caregiving so naturally it was almost scary how easy he made it seem; making soup from whatever was in the kitchen, measured medicine with its exact amount for the triplets, and kept them entertained with silly stories and card tricks. his calm energy seemed to soothe them quickly. “you’re all very strong,” he told them with a smile. “just like your big sibling.”

sakura, on the other hand, was a mess of flustered determination. he kept insisting he wasn’t good with kids, but he still ended up sitting on the floor letting the two boys climb all over him while he grumbled, “don’t pull my hair, you brats— ow!” yet every time one of them coughed, he jumped off to bring water or a cool cloth despite looking panicked.

you tried to help, of course. you always tried to help even though you were sick yourself. every time you tried to stubbornly stand up, either kiryu or sakura gently pushed you back down.

“you’ve done enough,” mitsuki said softly, pressing a hand to your shoulder. “let us take care of you for once.”

sakura crossed his arms, looking away with red ears. “yeah. stop being stubborn, acting like you’re alone. we’re here now.”

the triplets warmed up to them faster than you expected. they kept calling sakura “the angry strawberry” (which made him choke on his water) and kiryu “the pretty gentle man.” by evening, the kids were asleep in a pile on the couch, exhausted but finally resting peacefully.

you sat on the floor, back against the couch, feeling the weight of the last few days crash down on you. your head was spinning, body aching, but you still tried to stand.

kiryu caught you immediately, guiding you back down. “no. you’re done pushing yourself.”

haruka sat on your other side, unusually quiet. he stared at the sleeping kids for a long moment, then at you.

gathering all the courage, he finally asked the question that’s been sitting in both of their minds.

“…why didn’t you tell us?”

“we could’ve helped. you didn’t have to do all this alone.” mitsuki added, fingers intertwining with yours.

you looked down at your joined hands. “i didn’t want to drag you into my mess. bofurin already has enough problems. and the kids…they’re all i have left. i couldn’t risk anyone finding out and putting them in danger.”

giving your hand a soft squeeze, kiryu didn’t hesitate to reply. “we’re not just anyone. we’re your boyfriends. that means we’re here for everything—the good, the bad, and the three sick little gremlins who keep calling me ‘pretty gentle man.’”

sakura huffed a laugh despite himself. “yeah. what he said. stop trying to carry everything alone, idiot. we’ve got your back. always.”

feeling hot tears prick at your eyes, you wiped them off fast. it felt so overwhelming and relieving at the same time, the weight on your shoulders felt a little lighter.

later that night, after the kids were tucked in and you were resting between them on the couch, sakura spoke again.

“i..was scared when you didn’t show up,” he admitted, staring at the ceiling. “thought something bad happened. then we find out you’ve been playing single parent while sick yourself…you’re too strong for your own good sometimes.”

running his fingers through your hair, kiryu hummed in agreement. “you don’t have to be strong every second. let us carry some of it. that’s what we’re here for.”

you closed your eyes, letting your shoulders relax while leaning into both of them. “thank you…for not running away when you saw the mess.”

sakura made a face, almost offended. “running away? from you? as if.”

kiryu chuckled on the right. “we’re not going anywhere. not from you, and not from those three little troublemakers in there.”

in the quiet apartment, with your boyfriends on either side and your siblings deep asleep, the world felt a little less heavy. that day was the one that marked you finally letting yourself believe you didn’t have to do it all alone. it’s okay to lean on people once in a while.

and in your case, especially your two loving boyfriends.

[aritsukemo]

Saw a mutual do this and thought I’d do the same!

[aritsukemo]

Guys I knew he loved me

MY BABY IS HOME WHERE HE BELONGS 🥹

....and he's here too ig-

[aritsukemo]

Guys I'm deciding now that 1) if I get Lohen, I'll finally play through Nod Krai and his story and 2) If I get Lohen AND his weapon, I'll write for him ( and possibly open up request for Nod Krai characters )

Wish me luck✌️

[aritsukemo]

Bad news guys...

Nah I'm fucking with you I got him BAHAHAHAHA-

[aritsukemo]

I know I just sent one but 600 followers is crazy??? My pookie is famous now. im so happy for you ari! keep up the good work \(>u<)

I'M SO SORRY I'M JUST NOW SEEING THIS BUT TYSM ILYYYY!!!🖤 You've always been one of my biggest supporters and I'm genuinely so happy to have befriended you pooks!!

[aritsukemo]

HI HI LOVE AHFJSJSHSJ !!!

I OFFER… A FLOWER!!!!

NURSEEEEED ITS BEEN SO LONG MY DEAR HELLO HELLO!! 🥺 THANK YOU FOR THE FLOWERS!!

[aritsukemo]

Written Submissions of Miriam Wahrenheit 📰

Last Updated: June 15, 2026

( Somewhat ) Niche Facts w/ Vivian and Miriam | Canon Lore | Fluffy & Humorous Themes

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[aritsukemo]

what niche facts can u share abt ur oc that maybe no one would think to ask about

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Vivian's lightning is an entire shade darker than the main Draconia bloodline's lightning ( theirs are more of a lime/bright green while his is more of a dark/ivory green ) and the reason is due to the blot infused within his magic! The same goes for a lot of things he takes control of/produces with his power ( aka you'll be able to tell when it's him casting a spell or smth along those lines because it's typically associated with that particular shade of green! )

On the note of blot, Vivian blood looks and smells a lot like it ( because of just how much of his cells have been corroded by the blot ) so people often mistake it as him bleeding blot when it technically not the case lol-

For the most part, he smells like ink!

His father was Maleficia's cousin, making him Maleanor's first cousin once removed and Malleus's first cousin twice removed! He's also technically related to Rielle because Acting Queen Ayah's ( his elder sister ) wife is Rielle's aunt!

Just like all of Mellora's children, Vivian represents a certain period of her life! The period in question being her post-overblot!

The spell Vivian uses to bind his hair doesn't only tie it up but lightens the weight of it tremendously! On that note, his hair is heavy enough to snap his neck! ( So he can't like, hang it over a cliff or anything like that )

Out of all the knights, Vivian has the least amount of visible muscle built! Since he specializes and spams his magical attacks ( and, nowadays, is typically put on offensive defense ), he very rarely engages in physical fighting which makes him focus less on physical training compared to others.

Vivian's room is situated on the farthest side and highest part of the castle ( a reference to his character being twisted from Rapunzel ) and the room is imbued with the same spell as Mel's room. That said, it's one of the safest places in the kingdom to be during a blot-related attack!

His birthday falls on dragon day! ( Or, in other words, appreciate a dragon day! )

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I took letters from the phrase "mirror image" to come up with his name!

He smells faintly of fruit because of how strong the smell of his shampoo is!

He typically applies a slightly darker shade of lipstick to his upper lip!

His idol group is inspired by F/ACE from Tamon B Side which is a play on the fact that he's literally twisted from a mirror lol-

He's strong enough to benchpress everyone in the twst cast no joke BAHAHA-

He shares a Japanese va with Diluc from Genshin Impact, Riku Nanese from IDOLish7, Chisei Kuzuryu from Paradox Live, Yuya Sakaki from Yugioh Arc V, Hakuryu from Magi, Mika from Seraph the End, Kuroko from Kuroko's Basketball, and more!

He's partial to the color red!

He has a birthmark! It's located on the right side of his lower back.

Like many idols, hearing one of his group's songs will make his muscle memory kick in and make him snap into whatever the choreographed dance is.

He's actually closer to 5'4 in height! He's 5'6 and higher with his typical heels and boots on.

A/N: There’s probably more I could add but it's almost 3am for me and no more thoughts are coming to mind. Hope this was able to satisfy your curiosity nevertheless!

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