#johnny-writes

“Hello, everyone! Today, we’ll be playing Minecraft! Thank you to the 2 viewers who are looking in this ‘stream’!”

“This is my house! It’s not much, but it’s still something! Please be gentle, I just started playing! Now, let’s look at Lady Satori’s house!”

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“... What? You can live in it.”

For the savior

神ー

     In the morning following such an odd confrontation, Yato had spent it sitting around; staring at the ceiling, the lakes, and rivers near Kofuku’s home. It was by no means hot but it was dwelling on the uncomfortable. He’d decided to go on a walk as there’d been 0 calls from Sunday to Tuesday. He was completely free to do as a please, not like a job would change that.

     That was when circumstances became fuzzy and odd to the god. He remembered strolling alongside the calm waters, looking over the wooden fencing every so often to stare at passing fish. However, at one point he got too close, bending his torso over the structure to get a glimpse at a rare koi. There were strange sounds, voices, and visions of people pooling near a lake shore. He furrowed his brows, leaning even further towards the clear water before a pair of menacing hands burst through the surface, pulling him deep into the river before he had the chance to react. His only thought was the presence of an ayakashi was responsible.

     ...

     Yato could hear quiet sounds around him; the stomping of hooves on a mellow surface... The voice of a woman calling him to consciousness. Immediately he felt warm- perhaps too warm. It was definitely unwelcome and more uncomfortable than when he first woke up that morning.      He’d simply stirred at first but eventually opened his eyes in a frightened fashion. His icey blue hues darted about his surround, lifting his torso off the ground quickly. There was a deep pounding his chest and a sudden heaviness. He wasn’t home and it deeply terrified him. The people around him; foreign and not of the time. It was almost as if he wasn’t in his time at all.

     ❝Where am I?!❞ This wasn’t a case of Nora grabbing him for his old man’s deeds. This was a case of him being lost with no way home. No task, no debt to pay; nothing. Yato was hardly calm- barely looking at the woman who’d taken him from the dangers of getting the sunburn him or thieves that might steal what little he had.  

      ❛Where’s Yukine-- How long have I been here?!❜ He thought to himself, meeting eyes with the woman.    

“Of course I’m cute, I’m adorable because I made myself that way.” Marya said, oblivious to the flirting.

Alter’s going to reach out and scoop Marya into a bit hug, squishing the fairy against her chest.

That’s a complicated question, and a lot of it depends on the people he ends up meeting. He’s a little too lost right now to really see a future for himself, and the influence of the people around him will likely greatly affect the kind of person he turns out to be.

Venix still has a lot of battles to fight, I think, and a lot of issues to get over. But I do see him eventually overcoming them, I think that, eventually, he’ll find peace with himself and a family he can be with. Whether that means a wife and kids or a group of close friends the result is the same.

Honestly, I’ve never thought about it because while I actually love Star Wars, I didn’t get all that deep into the lore.

So, uh, maybe aside of knowing that Remilia could be some kind of Sith, well...I wouldn’t have much info nor imagination to think about a Star Wars AU at the moment.

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“’We’ll look into it,’ is what you said, but...” the black-haired woman trails off as she gives a sidelong stare at her companion.  They had nothing to go on.

“Yes, it’s strange. Nothing like other demons we’ve dealt with” Shouta gives a heavy sigh as he places his hand on his forehead. There were sightings of a demon, but there were no confirmed killings. No bodies. No blood. Just missing people. “Demons are normally quite messy” he breaths out.

“Perhaps, it’s like a spider” Kuromori says after a few moments of silence, thinking. Spider demons tended to take their victims back to their den, draining and killing them there. 

“I haven’t seen any webbing or anything like that” Shouta sighs, his head hurt from all this thinking, his hand lowering away from his face before getting placed on Kuromori’s head. “How about a rest?” he asks with a smile.

“Mm” she gives a slow nod, but there was a moving shadow in the corner of her eye. Kuromori halted. Her hand moving to the sword on her waist, arctic blue eyes narrowing.

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“Hmm...”