danny. 24. they/them.

naomi’s an original character and major character in my webcomic, memento mori.

because of the nature of this blog, id like to keep it 18+ only.

                    HOPE YOU REALIZE YOU JUST LOST.

“ i am the most fuckable dad at this father’s day barbeque. ”

you sigh as you flop onto the couch- exhaustion catching up with you as you rest your head against your wife’s shoulder. ( she’s nice and warm- you could fall asleep right here. and still sleep soundly. ) you open one eye to look up at naomi’s face, and for a moment- you are utterly entranced by her beauty, and you give her a beleaguered smile. “ i hope your day was less eventful than mine was, my love. ”

@julietswrath​’s quiet night in.

          He seemed comfy - lovingly so. You wouldn’t dare move an inch away from him. Instead, you found yourself shrinking into your dear husband, your cheek deciding to rest on top of his head. ( he was lovely. you were lucky to have met him. ) An arm slung around him just gently. You felt blessed - blessed by whatever cruel gods there were left to have such a wonderful person to call your lover.

“Wait… that’s it? No trying to kill me or anything? I mean, I get you’re not an UAA assassin. But, literally everybody has wanted to get a piece of me ever since I became number one.”

“I don’t know if this is luck or not, though. I shouldn’t be offering kindness after Destroyman nearly killed me with his stupid crotch beam.”

It was hard to trust killers after going through the wringer. Nobody wanted to fight fair, only some fought honestly. To have this girl just ignore literally everything about Travis was a first. Nostalgic, but kinda creepy at the same time. His super-star status gave him access to bastardized fame. To have another killer just pretend he’s another person was outright freaky.

And like hell he was going to preemptively strike her. As fucked up his life was, he had a code. If she was going to stick with being nice, then Travis was going to let her live. It wasn’t his style to go around bashing people’s heads in on a whim.

“…You know… I’m not really sure what flowers you’re supposed to get for a grave. I was thinking roses at first, but that’s going to give the wrong expression. It’s for somebody I respect.”

Would they even allow flowers on the beach?

          “ You act like I kill all willy nilly, “ Quiet. Your voice was quiet, and it seemed to crack a little as you coughed. “ Unless you’re, like... some sick fuck who purposefully hurts kids, or really anyone you have power over, then no. I’m NOT going to kill you. “ You have a moral code / you’d lay your life on the line to make sure abusive people get sent to the hell they like to present to others behind closed doors. Like hell you’re going to kill someone who hasn’t given you reason to.

          “ I’m... not too sure what any of that means. Destroyman ?? Crotch beam... ?? “ Damn, the idea of you having a power like that made your shrink back into your own body for a moment / something felt creepy about that. ( it sounded horrible. too close to some kind of metaphor. ) You shook your head with a small rattle, as you leaned over the counter and ran a hand through your hair.

          “ Rest assured, unless you’re some sick fuck, you’re probably safe with me. “ A shrug. “ Flowers for a grave... for someone you respect... “ You moved back to pull a notepad and a pen. You started to scribble something out for a moment.

@julietswrath​

“Never heard of an assassin running a flower shop. I’d ask if it’s some aesthetics thing or some personal thing or whatever, but I won’t.“

“I’m here to get a bouquet anyways. Well, in all honesty I’m one of those guys who feels guilty for going in a store and not getting anything. I’m really here for one thing. Where’s Shinobu Jacobs?”

It’s been radio silence from her ever since he’d spared her life. The last time he ever saw her was when she saved him. So it was odd when he got a picture of her walking by this same store with some sort of threat. Seems like somebody was trying to fuck with him. If it’s this girl, then this will get messy. Sylvia already spilled that news to him. Naomi Fujioka. A non UAA Assassin.

But if she wasn’t the one who sent him those threats, then it was a whole different boat. Still, nice to have a bouquet of flowers. Travis was hoping that it wouldn’t go on her or Shinobu’s grave. That hypothetical fucker? Well, Travis has a vase at home. A few flowers could spruce the apartment up.

          “ I wouldn’t exactly consider myself an assassin asides for on occasion! I consider myself more of a... bounty hunter, of sorts, “ You gave a gentle hum as your hands continued working on cleaning the vase in your hands. ( it was intricate - resembled a mermaid’s tail. special ordered for a recent order. ) You tilted your head gently, letting blond curls slide against your cheek. You’ve never really heard of the name - and even if you did, names stuck out like a sore thumb without a face. Even if you knew the name, without a face, you can’t say anything. You sat the vase down.

          “ I’m sorry, I don’t really know anyone by that name... “ If you did, you’d help him. Give him all the details he needed. But... You didn’t. You felt a little guilty about it! It seemed important. You shook your head.

“ is there like a gene between blondes doin’ really brutal shit with others like i seen …” she counted on her hand before presenting two fingers.

“ two. two blondes with femme energies discussin’ makin’ people’s lives hell. and that’s WEIRD given how specific it is. ”

you hum, as you lean into your wife’s gentle touch. ( o’ sweet naomi, your most beloved orpheus ! your darling rose ! ) even if she looked back, you would not be upset or full of regrets ; for you had died knowing you were loved. “ i just- i spent so much of my life, fighting for my existence and for my very purpose. ” you sigh gently, and close your eyes- if only to delay the tears that were welling up.“ what am i supposed to do now, with the fighting over ? i feel so lost  without that purpose, and that i may as well be just a doll on a shelf. ”