This is (probably) not gonna be a long 2k word post. It’s gonna be pretty short (maybe)
TW: Cursing maybe
I’ve come to realize that recently, I’m not getting anything out of this account.
No new interactions, mutuals don’t interact anymore. It’s just me posting here.
And I find that this account brings more sorrow than happiness.
oof, that sounds
....
cliche
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Before I leave (not gonna deactivate since idk, some writing i have is still up and I want to keep it here) I just wanted to say
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Thank you to all my followers (all 270 something of you guys??) and to all my mutuals
Thank you to all my anons, I haven’t forgotten about any of you.
I’m sorry about how this account turned out and I’m sorry that I’m not here most of the time anymore.
I hope I at least brought some of you happiness, or maybe I offered some comfort when you needed it.
And for any mutuals that I don’t interact with much, I hope you know I haven’t, nor will I ever forget about you. There’s reasons why I always like your stuff or a reason why I’m a fan of yours. If I never really spoke it’s cause I’m nervous you know?
Thanks to the ones that were always here with me, or were here with me from the beginning. You all have a special place in my heart.
Sorry I can’t offer heartwarming words like others when they leave, but know I mean all of this. I love you all so so so much, and I wish I could all thank you individually.
I will no longer be active here, but if you need anything or want my new account, please tell me.
My discord username is Shiny#1128
Or you could dm me here.
I will be changing my name here, probably something random.
Thank you all so much for being here for and with me, I wish I could be there for you too.
I love you all so so much.
Take care and make sure to drink some water and eat something :)
warnings - crying, focal point on being touch starved, use of xiao's real name because i love him, cursing in scara's because there will ALWAYS be cursing in scara's
summary - a touch starved reader crumbles upon being given love and affection for the first time by their beloved <3
a/n - hop aboard the self indulgent train!!!/hj but this idea has been on my mind for a while now so i'm eager to write it! :D also this is borderline rambling i apologize if it's not your thing :')))
our actions hold within them partial universes created of stardust and glitter, and a thousand words rooted in the slight slip of one's hand across another's cheek, or perhaps a longing, loving gaze that manages to enrapture another and speak volumes in silence. a simple hug would speak even more than thick, yellowed books and detailed encyclopedias that stretch on for volume upon volume.
you began to realize this when the way in which he caressed your cheek with such love had you melting under his breathy gaze and falling limp in his arms. his body alone seemed to preach with an airy cadence without a single word escaping past his lips.
for so long you'd bared the biting nip of frosting cold and let a sheen of ice coat itself along your skin. yet his touch seemed to melt what remained of blooming winter both in your heart and soul and left behind a shivering something, curled up in a ball and smaller than a marble: the desire for affection, to be loved, and to be wanted.
even now as his arms fit snug around your body for the first time, you let your mind wander to your times of icy frost and barren loneliness where only the softness of your pillow could provide some sort of solace for the gaping hole in your heart where loving hugs and kisses to your cheek were supposed to fit perfectly.
"is this okay?"
you wanted to laugh bitterly at how courteous he was,
"such a gentleman, of course it is." you teased despite the watery waver to the tail end of your voice.
when his arms drew tighter around your body and you felt his lips come to once again melt away at the snow around your temple, your mind drew back to those sleepless nights where all you longed for was one single hug, and suddenly all the snow had been thawed by his touch and left behind a calm, gentle stream of rivulets that trickled down your cheeks from the reservoirs hidden behind your eyes.
oh, how loved you felt in his arms.
content utc!
diluc.
upon hearing the first of your sniffles, diluc's body went rigid as rock as he hurried to pull you away from his shoulder and inspect your face. what he hadn't expected was for you to dive right back in, your arms slung around his torso as if holding too slack would mean he'd fade away into nothing and you'd be left to bear the stinging void of loneliness once again.
"please don't let me go, not yet." sputtered between little hiccups and wheezes, you prayed that he managed to hear the words you spoke directly into his heart.
and hear them he did, in fact he did more than hear them: he understood them. his strong, broad arms moved upwards to hold your body tight against his, taking great care to treat you as if you'd break under his touch. the gentle swipe of hair from your damp forehead and brush of his fingers against your tear-soaked cheeks had your knees buckling under the newfound touch.
to admit his own starve of touch out loud would embarrass him to no end, but he'd never deny the way your warmth made his heart flutter. and he hoped that he could mend the holes in your heart and indulge in each other's arms and this foreign feeling of touch, together.
"it's okay," diluc spoke into the roots of your hair, eyes shutting in pure bliss, "i'm here now, you're not alone anymore."
and you believed him, with all your heart.
kaeya.
"angel? what's going on? are those tears i see?"
despite the teasing lilt to his voice, the worry lined around his lilac pupils could never betray his mind. his hands held your sniffling face as if you were crafted by the gods themselves, each swipe of his thumb careful and gentle and each peck to your nose, eyelid, cheeks, forehead, and lips held within them words that never needed to be said.
"kaeya?"
"yes, darling?"
"could i have another hug?" if your words weren't enough to depict how much you loved him, your eyes screamed in volumes loud enough for the gods themselves to hear them.
kaeya wanted to give you one of his charming chuckles and offer up a cheesy, teasing response like, "aww, it seems not even you can evade my wicked, boyish charm."
but he knew better, and he knew that he understood you more than he let on. so instead of speaking, his arms wrote poetry wrapped tight around your waist, and his lips uttered lyrics to love ballads in the form of pressing kiss after kiss to your hair.
what remained on his skin was the thawed droplets of ice that once covered his body, all thanks to your warmth were they melted and gone. he prayed you'd never let go of him, because he knew he'd never let you slip from his arms.
albedo.
confused, albedo gently pries your face away from his shoulder and takes the first step in brushing away the drops of sorrow that flowed freely from your eyes.
"did something happen, my flower? was i perhaps too rough with my hug?" ever the diligent scientist, albedo's eyes scan yours for any sign of discomfort. yet what he finds staring back at him is the void in your irises beginning to fill up with his reflection, and his theory soon becomes fact when you say nothing more and head straight back into his arms, squeezing tighter and tighter with all of your strength.
you'd come crashing into his life with all of the gentleness of a bull in a ceramics shop, and yet you felt so soft, so fragile in his arms.
"just one more hug, i promise." despite the obvious strain to your voice and the tears that dampened his shirt, albedo conceded and decided to play into your fantasy, where he gives you just one more hug.
albedo himself knows not much of affection, but what he has been able to conclude from his studies is that he loves sharing it with you. and he doesn't need a notebook to detail such findings when he has the ability to hold you tight in his arms and let the beat of his heart detail his findings to your listening ears.
childe.
"hey, what's wrong? did someone hurt you? did you have a bad day?"
despite the literal chain bomb that was childe's constant stream of questions, his tightened grip only served to make your tears fall faster from your eyes as you realized just how loved you felt in his embrace.
without even needing to open your mouth, he seemed to realize right away when your fist gathered clumps of his shirt into your fingers and gripped with white knuckles.
"oh sunshine," he cooed, moving his thumb to brush just underneath the red rim of your eye, "c'mere. i'll give you lots of cuddles."
and give you lots of cuddles he did. you would never slip from his arms, not with how secure and firm they rested around your body, locked in tight and confirmed with the gentle squeeze to your torso every now and then to remind you of how real he was.
despite the fact that his shirt would be wrinkled with how hard you gripped onto the fabric, or the noticeable wet patch you'd leave on his shoulder from your tears, childe relished in the feeling of your puzzle piece bodies fitting together as one. as much as you craved him, he was addicted to you.
zhongli.
to many who have uttered his name in prayer, they asked for good fortune, another chance, or something along the lines that would only be grantable by a god.
but you uttered no words, not a single peep. instead you spoke his name through the way in which your eyes silently pleaded with him to hold you tight against his chest and he felt your prayers of love deep within the caverns of his heart.
"i'm here, my lily. you never have to ask me to hold you. if you so desire it, it shall be yours."
his words seemed to spur your sobs onwards, but he knew they were from a place that you had long sealed away, a place that had been released with only a single one of his hugs.
zhongli was a man of many words but he was content to let the way in which he held you tight against his throbbing heart speak the words he could never find.
xiao.
your cries are like stabs through the heart for xiao. poor, poor alatus who tries so hard not to mess up the one good thing that's come to him in a long, long time.
he slides away from your embrace in fear that he may have hurt you, which, much to his surprise, only makes your stuttered breaths and rolling tears increase.
"don't go..." you mumbled as you raced against his mind to clutch his torso with all you were.
he doesn't understand, to comprehend such intricacies of the human condition were far beyond his reach and yet he allows you to indulge in feeling the pound of his heart hammer away from under the thin skin of his chest and the feel of his fingers tracing patterns on the underside of your back.
his fears of your pain or sorrow are washed away when he brings you closer to his body and dives into the crook of your neck.
and as your fingers come up to card through his thick locks, he finds himself ever so close to joining you in melting the frigid snow that lay around his heart in exchange for calm, gentle rivers.
kazuha.
the minute tears fall from your eyes, kazuha sweeps in to kiss them away as if sensing your sorrow before you even know it.
"your tears wound me ever so deep, my love. what happened?"
but you can't give a straight answer, not with how the overwhelming warmth that encircles your body overpowers you brain and leaves you a bumbling mess in his arms.
you only answer with the glassy, longing look you give him and the burrowing of your body closer into his arms. any more and you'd merge with him.
his touch is gentler than the drop of a crimson leaf in early fall, and quieter than the gentle shake of wildflowers in spring. he feels like life itself, and as you inhale more of him through your nose you feel yourself unbinding the cords and vines wrapped around your heart.
once his hand came to stroke the top of your head, all while his soothing voice gently shushed your tears and muffled sobs, all you could do was melt and indulge in the finest that kazuha had to offer.
and kazuha knows that he'd do anything to fill the void within you where he fits perfectly.
scaramouche.
"why are you crying? who hurt you?! i'm going to fucking kill them-"
"n-no! scara no!"
the crack in your voice in enough to settle him down and allows you to return to placing your head in the crook of his shoulder. "just for a little bit...let's stay like this, please." you plead into his skin.
scaramouche can't help but indulge you, even if the sight of your tears or the way your shoulders rise up and down sharply sends shooting pains to that odd thing in his chest.
"if nothing's wrong then stop crying, it's annoying." despite his harsh words, his large palm comes up to hold the back of your head against his body, while the other arm pressed your body flush against his.
the way in which he held you completed contradicted his words, and his lingering touch was one you knew you'd think about for the rest of your life so long as you lived.
scaramouche himself felt the similar gaping hole in his chest begin to close, and the foreign feeling for once felt pleasant instead of painful.
"so...you like this kinda stuff?"
with a vigorous nod of your head and tighten grip around his torso, 'noted', scaramouche thought and allowed himself a single, small fraction of a smile that of which he buried into your temple in hopes that you'd see him with your eyes closed.
dainsleif.
you're so tender and soft, dainsleif almost feels as if he's holding a timid daisy rather than his beloved partner.
though he claims to be devoid of so many human traits, you feel his warmth and hear the thunder of his heartbeat against your ear. in this moment you realize: there is someone who loves you, and someone who treasures you enough to allow you close to their heart.
his first hug in so long brings him to near tears, and the spur of rivers that trickled down your face worried him to no end as he makes haste to slip away.
"are you alright? have i hurt you? we don't have to do that again if you don't want-"
you loved him, you loved all of him, even the nervous worrywart side of him that he rarely ever revealed to anyone. but in this moment, all you craved was dainsleif and you made it known of your intentions when you cut his rambling questions off by flinging yourself against his body, holding so tight as if he'd slip through your hands like silky water or thin, granules of sand.
"it feels so nice. you feel so nice." and though normally such bold words would have you flustered and looking away and his cheeks flared up in the color of pyro, dainsleif allows himself this one indulgence and wraps his arms tight around your body as you dry your tears into the fabric of his shirt.
and he'd be sure to never let go until he takes his last breath.
to tell them apart when they were babies mama miya used to make her boys giggle because atsumu squeals when he laughs, and his whole face scrunches up with his smile. osamu on the other hand yells before biting one of his feet cause he doesnt know what to do when hes so happy!!
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
Life’s too precious. If you feel like this, please know that it gets better. And that people are always happy to lend an ear; heck drop me a message too. But never, ever think about taking your own life.
a 15 year old black girl with ADHD was incarcerated by a judge in michigan because she didn’t complete her homework.
grace was put on probation because of charges of assault and theft for “biting her mother’s finger and pulling her hair” and stealing another student’s mobile phone which she later returned. she expressed remorse at her actions multiple times afterwards and participated in therapy sessions and completely stayed out of trouble, her mother and teacher said that she was doing well at school despite the switch to online classes which caused her to become distracted due to her ADHD. she couldn’t keep up with her homework and her caseworker filed a violation of probabtion against her without bothering to learn about her disabilty or academic performance. the judge ellen brennan called her a “threat to the community”. all because she didn’t complete her fucking homework. she’s been in the juvenile detention centre for over a month now.
There is a petition to free her, please sign it and if anyone can find any other resources to help her please add them here
Grace’s case has been dissmissed and her next one is not until SEPTEMBER!!!! THIS IS NOT OKAY! She is a 15 year old girl!
Her family has opened up a gofundme to pay for legal expenses! Please considering donating and/or signal boosting this! Please still sign the petition and check the resources at the bottom of the change.org page on who to contact to help her case!
tags: hitoshi shinso x male reader, slight self-deprecation
w.count: 1.4k
You loved Hitoshi Shinsou. You were sure of it, with how light bursted deep within your chest when he looked at you. His indigo eyes, a beautiful mixture of lavender and lilac and all things soothing. He looks at you with all-seeing, omniscient eyes that pierce your soul in the very area you stand. He’s everything you loved, and, yet, everything you loathed. All in-between and outside, every missing part of you could be found within him.
It scares you, the dark pools reverent of sleepless nights that sit beneath his eyes. You wonder what haunts his dreams, what keeps his strained eyes awake until the night is pulled away from his grasp.
You wonder what races through his mind when he looks at you, when his calloused fingers grip the grey scarf flowing just above his collarbones. You wonder when he developed the habit of raking his fingers through his hair when he got upset, purple locks flowing back into place as if strategically disheveled. The same fingers that were picked at, tapped against his knee as it bounced, clawed as they wrapped around the warm skin of his bicep as chilly air sent goosebumps across his olive skin.
It scares you, the uncertainty riddled between your brushing knees as you wait for the final bus to arrive. You need him, you need him to guide you home. But he is home, isn’t he? You need him to lace your fingers together, albeit with your pinkies interlocked if that’s all he wanted- you need him to need you. To want you, to breathe you in and exhale you out as someone better. Something better.
Hitoshi’s cheekbones are high despite the soft layer of roundness across his face, with some sort of natural highlight that leaves Mina glowing an emerald shade of green with jealousy. His head turns away from you, high cheekbones and all, as he buries his face into the thin layer of fabric that makes up the hood of his jacket. He was- is- in all sense of the word, perfection.
Asphalt cracks beneath your sneakers when he walks you home. It’s a quiet walk, the two of you too busy constructing plausible conversation starters in your head instead of actually saying anything out loud. But that’s okay, the music leaking from Hitoshi’s headphones fills the gaps between you and your inability to understand social graces anyway. He spares a few glances towards you, eyes glimmering under the streetlamps decorating the sidewalk, and you deem that as enough.
He tries to match you up to his favorite song,the one that’s currently filling his head.. Do you feel like he does as he listens to it? Does he want to play you on loop until he gets a headache, do you reach the part of his brain that’s only rarely found— do sparks go off in his chest when he listens to you? He flickers his lavender gaze your way, oxygen pulled from his throat the second his eyes make contact with you.
The yellow light illuminates off his cheek, almost as light as the feeling of his knuckles brushing against your own. Quickly. he cranes his neck impossibly far, clenching and unclenching his fist as if the expression on his face might change your perception of him forever.
He claims he isn’t doing it for you, that your house is just in the same direction as his own, but you know he lives on the other side of town. Hitoshi is sweet in his own way, footsteps dipped in honey as he trails behind you, always finding loopholes to brush off any kind of uncharacteristic kindness as something else. His feet only barely step above the ground, raking lazily beneath his weight until he, finally, catches up to your pace. Not that you’re much faster than him.
He’s always been one step behind.
It’s obvious he thinks so, it’s obvious he’s chanted cruel mantras to himself in the past to back up his beliefs. It plagues him, buries thorns inside his veins and blocks off any clear path of rationality that even tries to reach his brain. Hitoshi believes he’s incapable, incapable of becoming a hero. A smart one at that. Incapable of proving just about everyone wrong— and if he can’t, what does he have left?
Because he walks the slowest, he assumes he’s always behind.
The moon is hidden behind clouds of grey, thick and threatening as they slowly coarse through the wide, navy blue sky. Hitoshi finally pulls his face away from the shadows of the towering trees, squinting up at the sky. Even with direct light shining in his face, his dark circles seem darker than ever.
“It’s going to rain.” He says dumbly, eyebrows knitting together almost immediately after pointing out his observation. Like he regrets saying it. Like he wants you to think of him a certain way. He’s unsure of how to verbalize that, unsure how to twist his words into the perfect poem that you immediately understand- resonate with and remember. He settles for silence, pursing his pink lips with wallowing frustration. Scratching his earlobe with clipped nails, Hitoshi rubs at the fragile skin until it goes red. Just a nervous habit, that’s all.
Even then, you entertain his statement, looking up at the sky with newfound interest. Genuine interest. The twinkling stars remind you of Hitoshi, the brightest star catching your eye almost immediately. A dark arrangement of blue and black- even purple in some places— you can’t help but think about him. A beautiful boy built from stardust, collected from the Cosmos and put together as stars aligned on his sleeve…a flaming ball of determination and will, passion and love. Brighter than the rest. Complete and utter perfection, that was Hitoshi Shinso.
“Yeah...” You reply, just as academic as ever.
You wondered if his heart was the same. And, in your own bout of selfishness, you wondered how much space you’d take up within it.
“I love you.” You whisper to yourself, the confession disappearing into the night immediately after breathing it out. Even if Hitoshi heard you, he doesn’t point it out.
“I love you too.” You hope he whispers back, a secret between the two of you to hold and cherish until your kindling flame is burned out. Until you’re left to fend in the dark together, hand in hand. Heart to heart. And there’d be enough light bursting through your chest to light up an entire stadium.
But he doesn’t.
Your gaze flickers across the sky, dark pupils dilated as you witness a tango between constellations, one shooting star leaving behind a trail of itself after another. Beautiful, the way it reflects off your wide eyes. Beautiful, the way Hitoshi lights up as the sky dances for him. He was merely an insignificant speck in the forever expanding universe, but, even then, it was built for him. Always for him.
That was the part of Hitoshi that you adored. When he let go of his facade, when he broke down the walls of his falsely inflated ego and looked back at you with relaxed, lavender eyes. Deep inside, you knew he was just like you. A teenage boy, with faults and weaknesses. A teenage boy who yearned for acceptance. Oh, what you’d do to offer that to him.
Your knuckles brush once more, sending jolts of electricity through your spine. This time Hitoshi makes no feverish movements, he keeps his hand by his side as he stares at the open sky, past the clouds, and straight to the shower of stars. He wonders where they’re headed, what they’ll hit and if they ever crash; he wonders where his relationship with you is headed, he wonders if it’s even a relationship at all.
Hitoshi trails next to you, knocking his hand against the warmth of your own— so soft — until you catch the hint and perk up. Even the smallest of gestures has you smiling, a slight bounce in your step as you look down at his bruised knuckles. Despite the swirls of black and blue, they look inviting. Like they were made for you. Like Hitoshi was made for you.
Only this time, he locks your pinkies together.
Hitoshi Shinsou loved you. He knows he does, with how light bursted deep within his chest as he looked at you. Your inviting eyes, a beautiful mixture of warmth and stability and all things soothing. You look at him with all-seeing, omniscient eyes that pierce through his soul in the very area he stands. You’re everything he loved, and, yet, everything he loathed. All in-between and outside, every missing part of him could be found within you.
“I love you too.” He whispers to himself, to nothing in particular. Just like you hoped.
I love how everyones just agreed that daishou is a naga in a fantasy au
Snake
Warnings - cursing, unedited
Note: He could strangle me and I'd apologize. Also tf is his eye colour???
Male Reader - Fem Readers DNI or you're a horrible person who disrespects boundaries of writers :)
You had one job.
All you had to do was pick something up from the market. Your village healer only needed like ten things! Of course you just had to be the nice guy and get it for her.
Still though it was rather rewarding. She was a nice old lady, anyone in the village would do things to help her out. You sighed, furrowing your brows angrily. You should have just let Hanamaki do it. After all, he was the navigator. He'd done it before. He wouldn't get turned around at the simplest fork in the path!
With another heavy sigh, you pulled yourself off of the forest floor. No point in sitting about, right? The place was beautiful, even if it was a little too close to the swamps for your liking.
It's not like the naga and the elves hated each other. No, they were more just...wary. Existing so near to one another made sure that both always knew what the other was up to. You weren't exactly neighbours, (being almost a mile away), but there weren't any other villages in the area. Or, in the snakes case, nests.
Not to mention how the peace treaty kept them at a distance. Most of the younger elves in your village have never seen a Naga. You included. Not that you were that young, though you never had a reason. Training with Oikawa and the rest of the fighters in the village took up most of your time anyway.
Speaking of, you were starting to be thankful that Oikawa makes you train so hard. The walk was starting to near a couple hours.
You rubbed your face. This was bullshit. And how did you even get lost so bad you ended up in the swamps? Well, the outskirts of the swamps, but it still counts. The trees were starting to droop more, vines hanging off of every other one. You stepped in a puddle occasionally, cursing every time you did.
On the bright side, (at least), you knew now to walk in the opposite direction to get home.
You will walk in the opposite direction.
The...opposite...direction.
Or not.
What was the worst that could happen? You were already about two miles away from the market, and there were things in the swamps that you needed. You only had to go a couple yards in, it's not like you were going to wander straight into the heart of the nest.
You drew in a controlled breath. Naga don't typically take strolls along the outside of their nest anyways.
Taking another step in, you started to calm down. The only sounds you could hear were the birds and your own footsteps. The sound every time your boot collided with the ground was rather disgusting, the dampened landscape getting progressively wetter.
You were a couple minutes in, (still not having found the plant you needed), when you heard it.
Even never coming face to face with one, the sound was unmistakable. The only accurate word you could think of was slithering. Like a giant snake making it's way through the swamp.
You froze up instinctively, long, pointed ears twitching to try and catch the sound again. Nothing but your own laboured breathing.
Slowly, after a minute of a whole lot of nothing, your hand creeped towards the dagger in your boot. You knew it was just a supplies run, but better safe than sorry right? Maybe the Naga passed by already.
If you'd turned your head even slightly though, maybe you wouldn't have missed the pair of glowing green eyes watching you.
And maybe you wouldn't be in this position right now.
You couldn't describe how it happened because you weren't even sure how it happened. He moved surprisingly fast for how cumbersome that giant tail must be. Your dagger had clattered to the ground, the murky green blue of his tail coiled around your body.
"Well," his eyes still seemed to glow at you, "What's an elf doing all the way out here?"
You snapped out of your momentary entrancement to actually take in the situation. His eyes, slanted like all Naga, took in every little movement. He actually seemed relatively put together, hair looking tame and neatly parted to one side. His face was rather cut and slim, cheekbones sharp and pronounced. Hell, if he wasn't a Naga he'd still look like a snake.
His tail tightened around you slightly, urging you to answer the question. You sputtered a bit at it. "Well I could ask the same! Your kind don't wander the outskirts like this!" You attempted to sound commanding, hiding the discomfort in your voice.
Luckily he didn't pick up on the fear in your tone, instead giving you a harsh glare and momentarily squeezing you. You let out another harsh breath. "Well at least I'm on my territory."
You were about to retaliate, but you fell short. He was right in a sense. No words were exchanged for a moment. The snake leaned in further narrowing his eyes further, (if that was even possible), and studying your features. "So it's true then?" He finally said something.
You regarded him with confusion.
"About your kind," he poked at the satchel that you'd also dropped. "They're all pretty."
You blanked. You were about to comment on the fact that 'ruggedly handsome' might be a better term, but ultimately decided against it. All elves, regardless of shape or size, gender or skin tone, were ultimately just...better, in a sense. Stronger, faster, they lived longer, and, as he said, prettier.
"Have you never seen an elf before," You sneered instead.
"Have you never seen a Naga?" He shot back quickly, head tilting slightly. Seeming more comfortable, he had a sly smirk on his face.
You didn't respond.
He laughed almost tauntingly. "Dont look so confident elf," he leaned in closer, to the point where you could feel his breath on your lips. "What makes you think I won't wring," you felt his tail shifting, "You," it got tighter, "Dry?"
You attempted to scoff, the sound being cut short at the pressure on your chest. "And-" you took in a breath, "And break the peace treaty? No way," you let out a raspy laugh.
He let something else take up his attention. His hands lifted to your ears, long, slender fingers trailing along them and prodding at the pointed tips. You shuddered. His hands were cold. Unsurprising of course, but still catching you off guard.
"Would you cut that out! Just tell me your name and let me go!" You snapped.
"Someones impatient," he, quite literally, hissed. In all honesty, listening to him speak was somewhat addicting. You'd thought it was just a stereotype, how half snake people always dragged out the 'S' in the words they say. As it turns out you were wrong.
"Okay, let's just keep this civil." You exhaled slowly. "My name is (l/n) (y/n), I'm trying to find something for my village medic. Who are you?"
He eyes you suspiciously before responding. "Daishou. I'm just...patrolling."
You nodded, pushing your arms out slightly. You were still wrapped in his tail.
Sending your discomfort, Daishou loosened his grip. The sound of his tails grip going slack following soon after his realization. You sighed with relief, slumping to the ground as he repositioned himself to face you.
It took you a moment to look up.
"What are you looking at," he hissed at you.
In truth, everything. His scales were brighter than you thought Naga usually were, green blue and muted yellow. "Nothing," you said, mouth still agape.
"Right." He clearly sounded unconvinced, though he decided not to pursue the matter any further.
You had to admit to yourself, he was rather attractive too. He gave you another look at your continued staring. "What were you even here for anyways?" He slithered closer.
"Just- uh," you stuttered slightly. The tail made him look more dangerous than he most likely was. Or not, he might be just as dangerous as you thought. "I...forgot."
He couldn't stay composed, snickering at you.
"What?" You huffed and stood up, pulling your satchel over your shoulder once more.
"Nothing," he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, face going red. "Get back safely okay?"
You, confused at his little bout of care, nodded. "Okay."
You turned around, though just before you walked off he stopped you. "Oh, and elf."
You turned once more. "Hm?"
"Try to stay aware next time," he opened your palm and placed your dagger in it, another sly smile making its was onto his face.
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Warnings: Description of depression, self-deprecation, angst, not my best writing honestly
Word Count: 558 words
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Y/N watched Hitoshi from across the classroom. His violet hair was more of a mess than it normally was as strands strayed away from the natural formation. It wasn’t too different from how it normally looked, but Y/N still noticed. His eyes were closed, and his head was against the desk, and Y/N wished he could help relieve the exhaustion Hitoshi suffered from.
Sleepless nights full of insomnia and anxiety, and sometimes laying next to Y/N helped. Sometimes.
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