#fantasiasm

[popcornpost-blog1]

@fantasiasm Surprise, surprise! There’s a letter! It’s covered in several stickers, but the one that’s the first to catch your eye is this one:

There’s some words below; “Leo! I found you a sticker you can wear. And then you can look at it. And then you know your name! I’m smart, aren’t I? I’ll still remind you anyway. Don’t worry! Have a nice day!” The letter is signed by Yumihiko.

[tsuou-blog1]

Tsukasa wasn’t sure what his original plan had been when he decided to explore the garden, just that it hadn’t been at all related to Leo, but apparently life found it funny to toss them into situations regardless. Well, that’s fine—all things considered, Tsukasa doesn’t hate Leo, and has been known to enjoy his company even though he thinks that much is completely not obvious... A small world is a small world, and when there are only so many new places to explore at a time, they were bound to run into each other eventually.

The thing is, he hadn’t been expecting it to start raining, either, and he doesn’t know why his first instinct was to grab Leo’s wrist, pulling him over to sit down at a bench that had its own roof to shield them from the water, but he has to deal with the consequences of those actions now—that is, being in a confined space with Leo...

Letting go of his unit leader’s arm now, he draws close to himself, giving the other boy ample space between them. “I’m sorry. I just thought—you will get sick if you stay out in the rain, so I figured it would be better to bring you with me... Anyway, I hope it dries up soon...”

[bestacepitcher]

ID Please

@fantasiasm

  The thing about having a bar was having to make sure everyone here was of age. Izumo knew that it sometimes a tedious task but sometimes you just couldn’t tell if someone is of age by how they appear. Izumo was wiping a glass when he notices a boy walk up and sit himself at the bar. He eyes him a bit before walking over before his employee could ID him. “It’s okay let me handle this” he says to them. 

 Izumo places the glass he was wiping upside down on a coaster before wiping his own hands. He smiles over at the boy. “Aren’t you a little young to be here? May I see your ID?”

[naitsun-blog]

@fantasiasm

They say the city is guarded by an ewe and a ram. They say only sheep handle the mail. They say the police force consists of herds of sheep. They say the librarians of the local library are all strictly sheep. They say there’s an unsightly, unshaven sheep living under some bridge. They say there’s a kind of magical, wish-granting fountain owned by fairies.

Considering he’s tired of seeing wool and wool and wool everywhere, and considering the very idea of some fantastical fairy fountain makes him want to laugh from how utterly stupid it was, he found himself at the very location of this rumored artifact, one way or another, to see it for himself. He supposes if it weren’t for the current circumstances, he might have found the place somehow slightly soothing with the presence of water, as well as the current lack of casual onlookers, but no—there was one other person here, and that person’s simply being there (though only his back was visible) was enough to temporarily drain the color from Izumi’s face.

He’s not sure if he’s hallucinating or something, but there should be no reason for him to feel suddenly attacked by anxiety just from seeing, uh, a ghost of the past, haunting him in the daylight, or something. To make certain that this wasn’t some illusion, he tapped Leo’s shoulder lightly and—oh, he really was there. “Hey,” is all he can think to say now.

[itazurasha-blog]

This looked so much cooler than the place he’d been shoved into.

The god twirled a strand of hair in between his fingers, lamenting the reality that was his own ‘housing’ as he gazed up at the fancy-looking hotel before him. It had to be like, twice as big inside as the one he was in. Probably twice as nice, too, and the curiosity of Loki’s started to get the better of him. The only thing was... could he just waltz in there without anyone caring? Or would they try and kick him out because he doesn’t belong there?

His mind churns, an attempt to figure out a plan of action in the chances that he wasn’t supposed to be in there--until he sees somebody walking past the place. And a sly grin immediately makes itself present upon his features at the sight of them. 

Humming, Loki quickly hops over to the stranger before the boy can get away, his mind now taking a different course of action than before.

“Ooh, do you live in there~?” He pipes up, smiling broadly and waggling a finger towards the hotel. “Tell me, now, what’s it like? Is it fancy? Do you get all the sweets you can eat? Huuuuh? Is it fun~?”

@fantasiasm 

[ignaviamm-blog]

★ ∥* break and entry

@fantasiasm

     When one was tired enough to see double, it meant it was time for bed. Moreso than usual, anyhow, as he did nothing but sleep, and that was all he had on his mind as he read the blurry number of his(?) apartment. A click with the turn of the knob, and the door opened.

     The couch was right where he knew it to be, but as he collapsed onto it in his dreary state, he vaguely noticed that doing so brought about a crunch. Crunch crunch. He hadn’t a clue that he was lying on a ton of papers, laid out in a specific order as if sheet music being organized by a composer. He was much too tired, and before he knew it, he was asleep.

[popcornpost-blog1]

@fantasiasm

I heard of a person in town with wild dreams like none other. I wish to exchange our dreams and fantasies together. If it’s to be, you’ll find me in Starlight Garden, star gazing at night.

[complexedstigma-archive]

☆ 12!

12. ☆ Something about this city I particularly like/dislike.

“I like how quiet it is. It’s a nice change from home. There’s nothin’ I really dislike.”