ivory tower / doppo kannonzaka ( hypnosis mic )
( we've been lost here once or twice, in this pitch black room without a light
even if we fall, we'll survive. )
a/n: lyrics from alexander jean - head high! it's been years since i've written for doppo yet i love him all the same <3
i. OH, BUT LIFE HAS NEVER MEANT TO BE EASY, the everlasting cycles of sun and moon melded to one , time a demon in disaster in days gone by. the heart is such a fragile being, succumbing to the numbness found in constants. how mundane it all is, doppo thinks, watching the rain flood the streets of shinjuku.
he does not know if this absence of feeling is something he has always had or if it is something he has only noticed recently, the weight of the world heavy on his shoulders. perhaps it is something that has found sanctuary in the crevices of a tired mind; perhaps it is from the harsh droplets that envelop his skin, sink into his clothes and musings.
it pours, ruthless. he has forgotten his umbrella, but that's okay. there is a coldness that creeps into his skin, dreadful in its presence, but that's okay, it doesn't really matter. he shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath, looks up to gloomy skies. the rain feels gentle on his skin -- a wonderful contrast to all he faces in the trial of days, his work a never ending burden, thoughts lost in the haze of countless tasks and trivialities.
the rain feels gentle ; he could stay in this moment for an endless time of being, but there are places to go and people to see. he is freezing, but the heart is a fragile being, and so the warmth it holds in its depths allows him to continue in his journey home to you.
ii. OH, BUT LIFE HAS NEVER MEANT TO BE EASY, the everlasting cycles of sun and moon melded to one, time an angel in absolution in days gone by. the heart is such a fragile being, succumbing to the presence of love. how wonderful it all is, doppo thinks, watching as you greet him at the doorway, faint concern on your features.
"you forgot your umbrella." is the first thing you say, but there is no urgency in your voice. how very strange that he seems to forget the storm he has been through in that moment he recognizes the warmth in your words, feels that sense of a welcome home in it.
the exhaustion seems to come crashing down all at once -- it is different from the fatigue of slow hours and overtime. it's a good exhaustion, he knows this, one that he welcomes with ease-- the exhaustion that one allows themselves to feel when they return home from a long day, comforted by the presence of another. it is a very beautiful feeling, and he does not think he will ever get used to it. it does not seem to have a place in his life, but somehow, it has made its way to him, and he will forever be grateful for it.
"sorry." there are a thousand things he wishes to say, but his eyelids feel heavy, and he does not force it.
you smile, towel in hand, laugh quietly when he instinctively bows his head down the slightest bit as you dry his hair off. there is a serenity in such a simple interaction, a home sweet home, a comfort in being.
"you don't need to be sorry for anything." you remove the towel, make eye contact with him as he raises his head, faces you head on.
the heart is such a fragile being, you think, and you feel it pound so deeply against your chest ; you wonder if his does the same. you drop the towel, cup his face in your hands, see the way the pink hues surface. you choose not to mention it this time.
"i'm glad you're home safe."
doppo swallows hard, almost feels like he could lose himself in this very moment in time. he is afraid to speak, ruin this tenderness, so he nods, overwhelmed as your lips meet his in gentleness.
( oh, but life has never meant to be easy, but surely with you by his side, there will be brighter days. )
HOLY HELL KAY YOU DID IT! seriously the best personification of our Doppo out there! Poor baby needs rest and you need all the love from him too for writing this masterpiece. I love it so so much!
Been a while since Iād written anything huh...well here it is. I wrote my first hypnosis mic fiction exploring the complicated relationship between Dice and Otome. Iām a sucker for a good mother-child fic after all so I hope yall enjoy
I just joined the hypmic fandom (and fell in love with your blog š), and want to also start listening to their songs! Do you have a handful of the hypmic songs (I don't have a favorite group, but it would be nice to have one of each at least) that you recommend?? I'd love if fellow fans list their favorites too! Sorry to bother you, if this is annoying, feel free to delete. šš
Welcome to the hypmic fandom and Iām glad youāre enjoying the blog!Ā
Wait, can we please get a chain going? Reblog this with your favorite hypmic tracks! Hereās a short list of some of the ones I really like! Hope you can listen to the tracks and get a feel for the ones you like!
Stella - Fling Posse
Scenario Liar - Gentaro
Ore ga Ichiro - Ichiro
Money Makers (Dead Pool) - Mad Trigger Crew (MY FELLOW CHICKS AND DICKS FROM YOKOHAMA)
Oooh gosh you listed some of my favs but Iām a sucker for MTC so gotta add gangstaās paradise, uncrushable and the ultimate driving song: YOKOHAMA WALKER
Prompt: āOf course I figured it out. You were always giving me that love-struck gaze.ā
Warnings: The MC has a mild anxiety attack
Iām super behind with this, but this is a contribution for @chaosangel767ā²s & @xxsycamoreās Be My Valentine Content Creation Challenge!
āThank you, director, Iāll send her your way now,ā the receptionist chirped into the phone before turning to address the nerve-stricken woman unconsciously fiddling with her hands. āDr. Ryutsubak will be expecting you, miss. Please proceed to make a left at the end of the corridor, and his office is the very last door at the end of the hallway.ā
āI appreciate your help,ā MC responded, dipping her head into a polite bow. āHave a wonderful rest of your day!ā
Exhaling deeply, her nerves fluttered in the pit of her stomach while she trudged closer and closer to her destination. Today was the day she was finally going to reveal to Tsubaki her romantic feelings for him. Somewhere along the way during their reunification, admiration had grown to friendship. And friendship had evolved into feelings of wanting to strengthen their bonds beyond the lines of comradeship. With a pep talk from Ryoko, sprinkled in with her own self-courage, MC was armed with a present of homemade chocolates in honor of the romantic holiday of Valentineās Day. Her mission was that by the end of this conversation, she was going to be victorious in securing herself a date with Tsubaki.Ā
Occupied with envisioning the scene playing out in her head, MC hardly noticed that she had eventually arrived at the door of Tsbuakiās office. Caught up in her fantasy, imagine MCās surprise when-
where do lovers go when they're tired / artem wing ( tears of themis )
( let's watch the last rays fading out
entwine our bodies on common ground )
a/n: title & quote from ghostly kisses - where do lovers go
artem's hand on your waist feels like home away from home : the feeling of love ignited on the tips of his fingers, touch delicate and filled with veneration. you hold him close & there is a sacredness known in the little distance between your bodies as you slow dance, heartbeat against heartbeat.
an ephemeral orange shines through the curtains of your apartment, the sun longing for slumber as the hours pass. it's 6:47pm and you're resting your head against artem's shoulder, bodies swaying as his lips press a gentle kiss against your crown.
this is what love is, he thinks. never mind the textbooks he's read all these past few months about what it should be and what it should feel like -- because there's never quite the feeling of love known through paragraphs upon paragraphs, but instead, the feeling is here, now, with you in his arms.
because love is seeing how your face brightens up when he plays that one jazz song he enjoys -- not enough to put it on repeat -- but you love it so much that maybe he loves it now, too. because love is seeing the reflection of the sunlight in your eyes and knowing that the warmth is from the feelings you hold so dearly in your heart and not from amber colors of the moon's beloved.
because love is everything he expects it to be and everything he doesn't expect it to be -- subtle and so wonderfully loud and obvious at the same time. it's always there, somehow : in the way he instinctively smiles in the knowing of your peace, in the way he makes you coffee, and in the way you make sure to always kiss his forehead when you say your goodbyes.
"artem?"
he blinks, realizes that the swaying has come to a stop. you look at him, a curiosity on the faint curl of your lips as he gathers himself once more, bringing himself back to the present.
"yes?"
"you look happy." you hum quietly, smile blooming when your lips meet his in a blithe kiss. it lasts for only seconds, but it feels too short and it feels like everlasting, and it feels like the coming of home.
& there is something so brilliant in those blue eyes that you cannot help but fall a little more in love than you already thought possible.
"i am." he murmurs against your ear, and how lovely your laughter is in this sunlit apartment. "i am happy."
Hi everyone! Itās been a while! Iāve had a one sided Yosuke x Taki fic idea for quite a while and after writing and scribbling down notes, I think I came up with a fic that should somewhat make senseā¦
I hope you all enjoy!Ā
āHey, why are you standing here all alone?ā Eight year old Yosuke Sagara found himself face to face with another boy around his age. Curious brown eyes peered into his own but there was nothing about his demeanor that indicated malice.Ā
None of your businessā¦Yosuke stopped himself very short from saying that. Even at that young age, he already knew how many enemies his family had. Who knew who this kid was related to after all.Ā
āNo reason,ā He nonchalantly answered.Ā āThereās just nothing to do around here.āĀ
Better than being homeā¦Yosuke stopped himself from adding. No need to let this weirdo know about his family situation considering they just met.Ā
The other boy looked around the room as if to confirm his thoughts. The ballroom of the hotel was draped in red furnishings all around, tables filled with big important people having big important conversations, not paying attention to two nobody little boys hiding in the corner.Ā
āYeah youāre right. I think weāre the only kids hereā The other boy remarked. He pointed to a dignified looking man across the room, who was deep in conversation with a couple.Ā āThatās my dad over thereāĀ
āWhereās your mom?ā Yosuke impulsively asked, partly out of genuine curiosity, partly to derail any questions about his own family.Ā
The other boyās eyes grew cloudy and he dropped his gaze to the floor.Ā
āSheās not with us anymore,ā He muttered, the confident voice heād been using reduced to a shell of itās former self.Ā āShe died a while back.ā
A rush of empathy flooded Yosuke at the sudden confession. Barely three minutes into their meeting and he already had something in common with this kid after all. But even soā¦
The boy remained examining the floor, unwilling to meet Yosukeās gaze.Ā
āIām sorry to hear that.ā Yosuke must have sounded more earnest than he intended as his companion raised his head to meet his, eyes widened.Ā āUh, what was your name again?āĀ
Now his eyebrow quirked in confusion.
āI donāt think I did tell you.ā His voice slowly regained itās former power.Ā āItās Kozaki. Taki Kozaki.āĀ
āWell then, Kozaki-kun.ā Even at that age, Yosuke had his characteristic smirk. that meant trouble.Ā āDid you know this place has a rooftop pool? What do you say we go check it out?ā
I checked recently and saw that I had hit 50 followers! While it probably is cheesy that Iām celebrating that, I just want to say I appreciate each and every one of you for sticking with me even when I forget tumblr exists while Iām working! I hope you are all doing wellĀ
