#ybani

[brutulist]

          ❛    alright,   here’s another one,    ❜     he’s crouched in front of a safe   :   steel door,   ballistic resistant hard plate,   clicking dial   &   inside?   some compromising documents that could very well see them through an early retirement.     ❛    you can breathe underwater,   little mermaid style,   right?     (   twist  and turn,   slowly   )     but    …   the moment you’re submerged?   bam  (   click !    )  your top half turns into a fish head,   do you take it?    ❜

@ybani​ for tanawat 

[brutulist]

          grocery haul  ―   totino’s pizza rolls (x2),   froot loops (x1),   jif’s peanut butter (x1),   lay’s french onion dip to go with the family pack,   cheez-it (x3),   …   milk?  where’s the milk?   fuck.     ❛  guess this is as good as a –   ❜    a huff as he places the cream - coloured,  red - capped coffee mate  on the counter   ❛   – replacement as it gets,  ❜   better than cereal and water,   but the words disappear behind another huff as he heaves the next paper bag on the counter.   ❛   chicken ticky masala for dinner?   sound good?  ❜    exhaustion and last night’s bottle of whiskey burn beneath his eyes,    and he knows the creamy sauce will only set his cholesterol levels up for a guinness world record,   but it was either the chicken tikka masala or frozen mac n’ cheese,   and  neither  was exactly doctor-approved.

@ybani​ for riku ! 

[ingolds-archived]

@ybani

PROMPTED ,  FOR ROBIN BUCKLEY .  @goldfanged

“I mean, right? Extraterrestrial beings from another dimension coming to terrorize this world, who even comes up with such stuff? It’s like straight out of Alien! The movie. From 1979? Haha… What’s next? Vampires and werewolves?” An awkward laugh and gulp follow next. “Anyhow… Thanks for the drink by the way.” Lips find the straw of her glass again, opting to busy herself taking long sips from her soda while the ultimate awkwardness of the situation weighed down onto her. There she goes, running her mouth again when a topic about horror and sci-fi emerges, much thanks to the poster that hung on the wall. With a stranger nonetheless! Oh, he would definitely think she was weird and regret offering to buy her something refreshing when she’d try to do so herself (though nothing but a fumbled receipt and dust had come out of her pockets).

     “ you’re welcome, ” theo responds, because that’s all about he can manage as soon as she’s finished her tirade, gratefulness tacked on right at the end. thanks he knows how to respond to. the rest of it? his expression is puzzled, he can tell, eyebrows drawn down, but theo does his best to offer her an acknowledging smile. it’s tinged bemused, close-lipped, but he nods to ensure she doesn’t feel too harshly judged. he slips his wallet back into his pockets, mulls over what he wants to say. “ i think aliens aren’t that farfetched. there are countless videos and pictures of UFOs, flickering lights in the sky, and technology that our military hasn’t unlocked yet, ” he agrees, somewhat slowly - he doesn’t want to send her off on another whirlwind speech, but he’s certainly not going to be the one to break it to her that she’s right about the supernatural just to slow her down. “ aliens are somewhat within reason. but vampires and werewolves? i’m not sure earth’s development would have allowed for that. humans evolved very specifically to eliminate common ancestors. both of those look too human to have made it this far. uncanny valley, right? ”

[oleandew]

           — @ybani 

          Remi hates being so close to her. 

          Not just now—tucked beside Sedna under an umbrella as they walk back to his place—but always. When their legs press against one another on the couch, when she her body leans into his while they’re in the kitchen, when his nose brushes against hers ever time he almost—

          He hates it. But more than that, he hates himself for opening his own ribcage for her. Remi welcomed her inside with an indignant laugh and let her warp her delicate hands around his heart, not believing that she’d do it, that she’d have the power to hold him in such a vulnerable state and he’d let her. The word “foolish” is becoming synonymous with his name, and his bumbling actions when it comes to her leave little room to rebuke it. 

          Even now, Sedna could stop this rain, will it away with simply a flick of her hand, and yet he lets it fall just so they walk together like this. She could ask the heavens of him, and he’d find a way to tear down the very holy pillars that hold him up. Just for her. He hates it. 

          “Seds— Sedna,” He seldom uses her full name, so much so it’s a foreign weight on his tongue. He slows his steps. “We have to stop this.” 

[shaamans]

Barges in, breaking the door, 'YEAHHHH HAHAAHHAHAHAHHAA'

     the room’s a snug pocket of comfort he’s made his own :        the flicker of candlelight,   the folded green and black haori on the bed  (  a reminder of domesticity he can’t afford to forget  ) ,      and him   –    cheek pressed against the open notebook,      a pool of drool turning his inked words into shadows across the page.          behind closed lids he’s wrestling reality on steroids :      sharp – toothed,     fork – tongued,     horn – armed sputters of colour and voices clashing against his sword,     he’s clutching a liquid handle that leaves him with nothing but a fist of air which he nests inside something too warm and sticky and dark,    so when the door flies off its hinges and lands a shy two feet away from him,       tanjiro can’t quite tell what is real and what a residue of sleep.      instincts push him onto his feet and his voice,      drowsy and thick,      lags afterwards  –     ‘   inosuke?   ’    there’s a blink,       and another,       as if he was trying to focus the bare – chested,       loud – mouthed darwinian mistake in front of him.       ‘    oh ,      i see,    ’      his verdict comes with little explanation beyond the warm smile,      followed by a chuckle of understanding,     almost like there was a revelation only boys their age could share.      ‘   you must’ve thought this was the bathroom in your hurry!   hehe,    this is my room,   silly,   bathroom’s down the hall,   i can show you  -   ’               *  /    @ybani