#moekasa

[late-nightlove]

Yeah yeah yeah

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Rough draft + writing exercise. Changes will be made in the final output of the fic.

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Kagura was tired.

She usually was effortless and lazy to give it her all, but somehow, she felt very motivated to do her best as soon as she woke up. Everyone noted just how snappy her movements were, how she had managed to perfect her moves in hours, not days, and how everyone was impressed, even the manager, during the rehearsals.

The reason for this was simple: the only way to get money was for her to perfect her routine, and as soon as she gets paid a third of what they initially offered her, she would slap every bill on her roommate's face for mocking her.

It was just as she had said: she would simply sell her body for quick money.

In her case, she gladly did so by doing a one-night only kind of scheme. It was a huge risk on her part, but as long as they delivered to her the amount she needed to settle her debts, she would gladly do all of this.

But first, I need to sleep.

As soon as she reached her flat, she took the key from her pocket, and opened the door. In her sleepy state, the sight of people by the dining room nearly made her jump out of her skin, as she thought she would be alone by the time she reached the apartment. Immediately, when the door slammed shut behind her, two heads turned towards her direction, with one of them smiling kindly at her, the other glaring angrily.

She glared back at the man sitting by the table.

Just great. Her roommate was here as well.

"Oh! Hello there! Welcome home!" the person who was smiling stood up from the seat and gave her a rather tight hug. "You must be Sou-chan's bride, Kagura."

What the--?!

The vermillion-haired Yato stared in aghast at the older female whom she knew at once was related to her roommate, especially since they looked similar to one another. Out loud, she gave a nervous laugh as soon as she was released from the hug. "I'm not his, uh, wife, as you call it." she scratched her head awkwardly. "I'm his roommate... uhh..." she trailed off, not knowing what to call the guest.

"Call me Mitsuba, please. Oh, sorry, where are my manners?" the sandy-haired female held out a hand. "I'm Hijikata Mitsuba, Sougo's older sister. Nice to meet you."

If Kagura wasn't so tired right now, she would have probably raised her eyebrows at the thought of that mayonnaise freak married to the older sister of the person who hated him so much. Instead, she nodded absentmindedly, stifling a yawn as she tried to give a firm handshake in return. "I'm Kagura, your, uh, brother's roommate."

"Is that what they call it nowadays? 'Roommate'?" Mitsuba chuckled. "But I guess that works. After all, I've heard a man call his wife 'permanent roommate'. Is that your arrangement as well?"

The strongest female in the room wanted to scream right then and there.

Why oh why was she being tortured so?

What the hell has she ever done in her life to deserve this kind of torture?!

All she wanted to do was sleep as soon as she got home, but here she was, being interrogated by her roommate's sister, who also thought something was going on between them.

'More motivation for me to get the hell out ASAP!' she did not want any more rumors between her and Okita Sougo.

Frankly, she found all of it disgusting.

[late-nightlove]

Merry Christmas sis!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS SIS I HOPE YOU'RE DOING FINE THERE AND STILL BEING AWESOME

[late-nightlove]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

THANK YOU SIS YOU ARE AWESOME

THANK YOU FOR THE GREETING ;____;

[demonicphoenixright]

3 girls messaged me at the same time.  Haha I love you guys.

[hajime-nii]

ARE YOU SHIPPING SAKABROS TOO???? CAUSE IDK MAN PIXIV IS MAKING ME SHIP IT TOO DAMN MESSY HAIRED ASSHOLES

[laurakinneyhowlett]

ThumbeLevi

takes place in the vaguely the same universe as cinderarmin.  lemme know if i should continue.  OOC-ness and pure, unadulterated crack.  really cracky, yo.

Once upon a time, there lived a handsome man in a tiny cottage just a stone’s throw away from a bustling forest.  The man had a beautiful garden around the back of his cottage, which he tended to with the utmost delicacy.  He grew precious flowers and delicious vegetables and always made sure to take some to the grumpy fellow living across the pond.

However, the man was unhappy.  He lived alone and although his garden kept him busy, it wasn’t the same as having human company.  And so, one night when the sky was clear, save for a lone star streaking across the inky blackness, he made a wish.

The next morning, he was visited by a strange woman.  She was beautiful, with dark hair and pale skin, clad in a tight, white bodysuit and holding a large, sparkling dumbbell with one hand.  “You called?”

Erwin Smith blinked and rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was still asleep.  “Can I help you?”  He asked politely.

The girl sighed and held out a piece of cardstock.  “The name’s Mikasa.”

Sure enough, the business card said her name is block print with the words ‘Ackerman Fitness Emporium: Granting Wishes since before you can remember’.

“Anyways,” Mikasa continued, “you made a wish last night and I’m here to grant that.”  She twirled the weight around her hand and Erwin eyed her with slight suspicion.

“Why?”

“Why?”  Mikasa repeated.  “First that short kid and now you.  Why can’t a fae do something nice for a human once in a while without them getting all huffy about it?”  She pushed past Erwin into his house and he followed her, still incredibly apprehensive of his odd visitor.

“Where’s your garden?”  She asked.

“Not in the house.”

She rolled her eyes.  “I know that.  Are you going to give me directions or what?”

Erwin lead Mikasa outside.  When she saw the bounty, she let out a low whistle, nodding approvingly.  “Here,” she said to the man, handing him a brown paper packet.  “Plant this and care for it like you would any other flower.  When it sprouts, you’ll have your company.  Weirdo.”  The last word was spoken in a derisive whisper, but Erwin wisely chose to ignore it.

“I’ll see you in a week or so,” said Mikasa, swinging a leg over her dumbbell.  It began to hover, not unlike a witch’s broom.  “Good luck.”  And without further ado, she kicked off from the ground and in a shower of light, disappeared, leaving Erwin with a packet of seeds and more questions than he had answers to.

However, Erwin planted the seed and in a few days, it had begun to sprout.  Days passed and it grew into a flower with beautiful deep green petals.  After a week’s time, the flower looked as though it was ready to open and when it did, Erwin’s life changed forever.

Resting in the middle of the flower was a tiny person.  When Erwin peeked at them with curiosity, they sat up from their slumber and glared at him. 

“What?”  The person—a man—asked.  “Do I have something on my face?”

Erwin immediately went searching for Mikasa’s business card.

“So, it sprouted?”  Mikasa eyed the plant and the man inside.  After she’d received Erwin’s frantic call, she’d rushed to his home, but not before sprouting profanity about her useless assistants and their inability to properly follow directions.  “Hey there.”

The man flipped Mikasa the bird and rolled over.

“Pleasant fellow,” said Mikasa.  “Probably a dud.  It’s supposed to be a human-sized baby.  This one is tiny.”

“Who’re you calling tiny?”  The man shook a fist at Mikasa, but she silenced him with a glare. 

“One more word out of you and I’ll turn you into chicken feed.  You got any chickens around here?”  Erwin shook his head.  “You want some chickens?”  Erwin shook his head again, only faster. 

“I think I’ll keep him,” said Erwin finally, after the shock had set in.  “Maybe he’ll grow.”

“Maybe you’ll go bald!”  Yelled the tiny man. 

Mikasa leaned in close and narrowed her eyes.  “Shut it, pipsqueak.”

“You shut it, you sparkly oaf!”

Mikasa turned to Erwin with an exasperated sigh.  “Are you sure you want him?  I can always take him back and you’ll get another wish.”

“No, no,” Erwin practically begged, “this is fine.”

“Do you have a name for him?”

Erwin nodded almost fondly.  “I think I’ll name him…Thumbelevi.”

Mikasa and the newly-christened Thumbelevi exchanged identical expressions of disgust; the first time they’d agreed on anything.  “Is that the best you can come up with?”  Mikasa asked, picking up Thumbelevi from his perch and examining him closely.  “Eh, he’s kind of cute from his angle when he isn’t saying anything.”

“And you’re very attractive when I don’t have to see you,” retorted Thumbelevi.

“Mikasa, can you not flirt with my son in front of me.”

“So he’s your son, now?”

“I hope you realize I’m not calling you ‘dad’.”

“But—”

“Ever.” 

[laurakinneyhowlett]

I think the post about the straight ships vs the slash ships was trying to say that ships that include male/male is more popular than hetero and femslash ships, I dont care much about het ships but the yuri ships not getting attention ticks me off

yeah probably but honestly they could have worded it so much better without the GRAND EMPHASIS on how heterosexual ships are on some lower tier and then tacking on a little bit about femslash at the end

but if male x male is getting really popular in fandom, i literally do not care at all because it means representation and that's a great thing!  unless shippers are calling all non-shippers "homophobes" or whatever, it's a good thing.  

i still wish femslash would get more popular though.  and i still find that heterosexual ships are way more popular.  like you'll have ladies who literally say "i am attracted to women" and the fandom will look for evidence that proves she's straight and idk that makes me really angry

[late-nightlove]

the cohabitation fic is dedicated to moekasa because she gives me a lot of kinky ideas

thank you sis