Watch me casually drop my ko-fi today ;-;
I should probably manage this thing better, lol
You can just check it out and see if you like the music :> hehe, no need to drop me anything. I make music thingies but have to fix up my gallery lol
My name is not Destiny.
My name is not Destiny.
A/N: Merry chrism, Ex!!! @exphelk :>> SURPRISE! I’M YOUR SANTA. ALSO SORRY BECAUSE IT’S CLEAR I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ZELDA AND WENT OFF A FEW SYNOPSIS PAGES, BUT ANYWAY. :>> I HOPE U LIKE IT. SORRY FOR THE RUSTY WRITING :’>
ALSO I CAN'T DRAW THAT WELL, BUT FOR YOU, I STILL WILL.
ENJOY?
~Shintori Khazumi <3
She huffs, gripping the master sword by the hilt tighter, a desperate attempt to keep her grounded as she flees far and away from her anxieties and the shadows that have quite literally given chase.
“Damned Ganon…” She curses under shaky breaths, running after the barely visible peeks of light at the end of the forest. “I’m almost- Almost… Agh! There!”
Taking a leap of faith, she finally stumbles onto the clearing, barely keeping herself upright as she spots the tower she’d been hoping for and none of the beasts that had chased her for the better half of an hour.
“Finally. For the love of all Hyrule…” She gasps, taking gulps of air and straightening up, brushing debris and leaves from her tunic before taking the short walk up the path to the tower standing intimidatingly tall- all walls and no doors. She looks around in confusion, circling the ground. “Now where in the world is the entra-?”
“Psst!”
With a flinch, pointed ears struggle to find the source of the momentary sou-
“Psst! Up here, silly~.”
Whipping her head up, she sees her: All brown hair and dignified dress, legs casually hanging out of a window she infers is no less than five stories up.
“Only took you forever and a day to get here, and even longer to spot me.” She rolls her eyes, faux annoyance on her face, quickly betrayed by giggles and kicking feet. “How was the trip?” She asks it so casually, the hero almost- no, scratch that- definitely feels insulted.
“Maybe if you’d be kind enough to tell me where the door is, I’d be more inclined to make small talk after just escaping my demise… Princess Zelda.”
I Have Two Sisters Chapter 5: One Sinner, Two Sisters, Three Black Drinks, and Four Memories.
A/N: Hello. Back from the year-long hiatus. Life has been terrible. Is very slowly getting better atm. So I’ll try to finish this story once and for all in the next few chaps.
Posting on AO3 due to content warning and rating change! Nothing so scandalous, but do read the warning before reading.
Okayokayokay, I’m glad I’m finally posting this so I can show the people on ao3 the AMAZING art my friend did for this AU- I’m SOBBING. Thank you WEISS (one of her nicknames is Weiss ^^), and befitting of your name, is this Weiss-centric chap! I’d go on and on again about how late this is, or how iffy I wrote, but whatever. Y’all already know not to expect much :>. Anywho...
Enjoy?
It’s 6/9! Happy KuRo Day!!!
haven’t posted here in a hot minute or year.
Have some flirty mayakuro sketches to celebrate our best girl T-T <3
(I’m learning how to art better so pls be kind :’>)
How To Grow A Family Tree|Chapter 1: Plant A Little Seed Called Love
A/N: Ooh~ My second genshin fic. Please don’t sue me for the bad writing ;-; I just wanna brainrot, yknow?
I must be an idiot for writing a new fic. I’ll get back to Teyvat sad girls in a bit.
AU where almost everyone’s family who passed in canon is alive. Except Sara’s biological fam. Sorry bby. Oh and maybe Ei’s parents cause who are they. Basically Sara meets the (future) in-laws. Kinda mixed modern fantasy (because they keep their non human traits) stuff ig.
This one’ll be eimikosara yeet~
Enjoy?
~Shintori Khazumi
Chapter 1: Plant A Little Seed Called Love
Sara had never known love.
No, not when she’d been orphaned at an age where she barely remembered a thing. Not when she’d been taken in, only to be constantly shut out of a ‘family’ that could not make it any clearer that they wanted nothing to do with her unless it was to turn her into their profit-earning horse.
When she’d been given a name, she almost thought she’d know love; but even that was a misconception on her part.
Two Less-Lonely People In The World
Two less-lonely people in the world
A/N: Ey, Genshin fandom debut. Crap.
SaraEula friendship fic. I love Eula. She’s the first character who I fell in love with. Story, design, playstyle (tho I don’t have her. *sobs in pain of just having gotten a decent enough device to run GI*). Then Sara came in and swooped down and into my heart. I love the birb so much too T-T. These 2 always make me so sad when I think about their backgrounds.
I am down bad for Characters with the best angst potential. Thus, I would like to form the Teyvat Sad Girls’ Club- (I already have the Liyue member ready in my mind)
Tell me Eula and Sara won’t become besties when they can possibly relate so much to each other T-T.
Assigned as personal guards/protection/attendants to Jean and Ei for a meeting between nations stuff. Yas.
EuJean and AyaSara being (somewhat) on the rarepair side gives me pain. I NEED FOOD. So, uh… I cooked some- (tho it’s not cooked well, I’m sorry)
Enjoy?
~Shintori Khazumi
It is quiet. Incredibly, unnervingly so. So much so that Eula swears she can hear the continuous ticking of the tiny pocket watch resting by her hip.
She’s certain that if she checks it, the time would reflect some ungodly hour of the night- maybe even tell her that it is already a new day refreshing.
Eula has stood in the same spot for hours she could no longer be bothered to count, definitely bored out of her wits, though her upbringing would allow no such tell in her manners.
Still… there must be something worth doing. Something to keep her entertained until the leaders of Teyvat realize that the greatest ‘peace’ they can hope to achieve at present during these treaty talks is the peace that comes with slumber; realize that sleep is a necessity to continue living. Maybe a luxury to people like them, but despite her reconnaissance duties-demanding as they are at times- Eula likes to think she still holds a healthy sleeping schedule compared to most knights. (She tries not to think about a certain grand master and knight-maid in contrast.)
Eula would very much love to get some peace of mind before she loses said mind and gives those workaholics a piece of her mind.
Two is company, Three's a Crowd, but Four is the Death of Diana Cavendish: Intermission
A/N: So since I took a long break from a lot of my fics due to some heavy personal reasons, my mind is pretty like, bugged and just totally lost. So Imma just yeet a self-indulgent intermission chapter for the time being (I’m sorry ;-;). Also, look at me pulling out my rarepair cards again :>
~Shintori Khazumi
“My favorite is Diana~ <3 Oh, but I secretly have a soft spot for Barbara.”
“Wha-?” Akko squeaked, scrambling for the spatula that had slipped out of her hands as she suddenly lost focus. “What are you talking about?” She faced the older woman, slipping the utensil into the bowl she had previously been mixing.
“Oh, just from your girlfriends, I just find her utterly adorable is all. She’s also so polite! What a charmer.” The redhead grinned. “Not to mention her looks-“
“Okay! Okay! I get it! Stop, I don’t wanna hear what you think about Diana. At least, not like that.” Akko groaned, having had this conversation with her adoptive mother-slash-mentor more times than she had fingers.
“Oh? I personally enjoy my little spats with the England brat. She’s a brat, but-“
“Aunt Marj-“
“Call me aunt or auntie again and I’ll kick your ass.” Marjolaine scowled, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
Me, Everyday @Claudine:
This is canon, and I’m dying because I’m so happy it is. This is me everyday, admiring Saijou Claudine because Claudine.
Even the anime be saying she’s beautiful ;-;
A Full-Course Mess-er Meal
A/N: HAPPY BIRTH- I MEAN MERRY CHRISTMAS BINCH! SURPRISE, I’M YOUR SECRET SANTA. Dear Sky, I love you. Thank you for art. Amen.
A present to my fellow kumirei sufferer. May we never see the day they canonically screw.
I’m sorry because this turned out worse than how it seemed in my head, lol. No plot, only uh.. brainrot.
Wtf is the color of Kumiko’s watch?! Is it pink? Is it tan? I been squinting at it for so long. Hell, let’s say it’s pink.
Kumiko interacting with Diana is my new religion.
The writing is as much of a disaster as Kumiko is throughout this whole fic.Sorry.
Enjoy?
~Shintori Khazumi
“Love? Do you have everything packed? We leave first thing in the morning!” Diana’s head popped through the open doorframe, checking in on her girlfriend who had been worryingly quiet the last ten minutes- quite the strange occurrence, especially in their household. Akko was a hurricane of joy, excitement and… sometimes accidents, though Diana said this with all the fondness in the world.
Crystal blues surveyed the room, searching for her favorite tuft of brown hair sticking out from possibly anywhere. Diana frowned when she’d spotted nothing of the sort, heard no sign of Akko’s usual antics or her supposed packing.
“Akko?”
“WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?! SHE’S YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”
A Real Girl Chapter 4: Malfunction and the Production
A/N: I’ve been gone awhile... sorry. I know I frikkin said at the very start that this was only going to be 2-3 chapters so I would be able to fully commit. But wow am I terrible at approximation. So I need to now move my plot along to the end haha. It will… probably be good in 2 more chapters? I hope??? I have a lot of stuff lined up, and classes have started and bombarded me so I’d like to really offer a full story for this, at least wrap it up properly. Hope to see you all til the end of this crazy ride.
Also, I am extremely sorry for the LONG delay. I was dealing with a few fics in another fandom and this was half-written, and my life has been… it’s been incredibly tough lately. Still is. I hope I can make up for it!
Haven’t written in a while so this will be incredibly rusty and a far-cry from the original quality I started out with. (basically, it might suck) Probly. Sorry?
For now,
Enjoy?
~Shintori Khazumi
A Real Girl Chapter 4: Malfunction and the Production
Just what should she make of this situation right now?
Hikawa Sayo was known to be someone quick on the uptake, truly ahead of her class and at the top of their school rankings in academic performance. Surely, seeing such a sight before her- so clear and blatant- would immediately click in meaning for her, for anyone.
But it didn’t. Not for Sayo.
What most people didn’t know was that Hikawa Sayo had lately been struggling with processing any sort of situation involving feelings as they weren’t really lining up with what she had initially been taught about them.
Smiling was not simply happy people, crying was not solely reserved for sadness and pain. Sayo was trying to wrap her head around this concept for a while now. It seemed complicated, and it truly messed with her data banks, but she had decided she wanted to try understanding it. Understanding feelings. Why? She… well, if it meant that she could better please the people she cherished, then why wouldn’t she put in the time and effort to ensure their happiness?
Their joy was hers too.
But somehow, she didn’t seem to want to understand this scene displaying the peak of emotions in front of her. Specifically, the emotion called love. Somehow, she could not fathom why she couldn’t find it in herself to feel jovial when the two people before her- two people of whom bore the deepest roots in her heart- were smiling and basking in the warmth of their mutual feelings.
Sayo didn’t get that.
Why?
In her current blank state of mind, lacking in comprehension, she felt her autopilot instincts kick in, forcing her to take a step back, leaving a print on the still-present snow.
She watched as lips parted from each other, bodies moving inches away, only to share a gaze filled with a warmth Sayo once believed also belonged to her.
Belonged?
Since when had such a thing ever-? To Sayo?
No, no.
How could she have forgotten?
How could she have let herself get carried away all because of her companions’ kindness?
How could she have believed-for even the smallest of moments- that she, Hikawa Sayo, was normal?
...A Real Girl?
whoops, another commission huehue
thank you @tracedinairlwa and jude (wait lemme remember your tumblr later dgoujdsoigfb)
...yes... it’s obviously for LWA-
Source: SoundCloud / Khazumi
Sometimes, life just hurts a lot. My dad just passed, but I think it’s for the best too. Getting to rest from all the suffering. So, oof. there goes my writing plans again. Hiatus, here we come
Two is company, Three's a Crowd, but Four is the Death of Diana Cavendish (5): The Ones Who Embrace Her.
A/N: I’m ded. Sorry if this is OOC. Yup. I’m too tired.
Enjoy?
~Shintori Khazumi
right right. the people to tag, uh. @tanuki-pyon @dianacavendishisgay @komatsuna-yuki here we go again~
Two is company, Three's a Crowd, but Four is the Death of Diana Cavendish (5): The Ones Who Embrace Her.
Akko slumped against Finnelan’s desk in the faculty lounge, finally done with her apology letter and extra work that she had gotten as punishment for leaving in the middle of class without valid explanation.
Not like she could ever turn ‘being a lackey for some assholes and getting them cutlet sandwiches to protect her friend and herself’ into an acceptable excuse. She already learned from high school. These things just happen, and they suck balls, but they happen. Akko figured she would just live with it.
And so, she did.
Begrudgingly.
“I hope you’ve learned from this experience, Miss Kagari.” The professor addressed her- distaste clear in her tone. “You are in this prestigious university to learn, to study, to build your character and mind for the greater future- …” Finnelan adjusted her spectacles with a wrinkly finger, and Akko almost laughed as it looked like she was flipping her off. “-Not that you have one, probably.”
Ouch.
Well, that sure stung.
Akko felt her momentary mirth leave her body, gaze dropping to the floor as she bowed apologetically and possibly in shame too.
“I’m sorry.” She murmured in a voice tinier than she’d expected.
“As you should be.” Finnelan dismissed with a wave of her hand, not even bothering to spare her some encouragement or bid her goodbye.
Akko shrugged internally. Not that she’d expected any of that anyway.
It was just the usual.
Just the usual.
“Do You Regret This Purchase?” Chapter 1: Curses, Sighs, and Bad (?) Decisions (MayaKuro AU)
A/N: I dunno if any of you have read that one manga. Something about this OL whose first time is with an android who is actually a well… s3x bot that she ordered on accident. Well. This… is kinda inspired by that.
Idk…. Why I wrote this. Uh.
This is terribly written and dumb.
Idk anymore. It’s like… midnight rn. I am dumb.
I have other, better (???) stories I should be updating. Instead, I’m starting another trainwreck about two dumbasses. Yeah. Makes sense. Man, life sucks, y’know?
Anyway, uh.. bye? I guess?
Bye.
Enjoy?
~Shintori Khazumi
Oh, dw. No explicit anything on this thing. Just Kuro cursing the world.
“Do You Regret This Purchase?” Chapter 1: Curses, Sighs, and Bad (?) Decisions
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“Mother.”
“Yes, my love?” The older woman felt a chill run down her spine at the sickeningly, threateningly sweet smile her one and only, beloved daughter wore on her face, hands gripping a stack of papers, wrinkling them with the force by which she held them. Even the way she was addressed unnerved her somewhat.
Where was her precious baby who always called her, ‘Maman’ and snuggled into her bosom? Where was that Claudine?
“She’s right in front of you, and she’s quite… infuriated, Maman <3.” Claudine, reading her mother perfectly, took a step closer to the woman, showing her the papers that had been in her possession since this whole event began.
“O-oh? And who would dare get on my baby’s nerves like that?” Saijou Cathleen was not one to be daunted by anything, really. But her daughter right now? She scared her.
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
MY GIRL’S ANIME IS OOOUUUTTTT!!!! GO WATCH MIERUKO-CHAN!!!
I loved the manga, honestly hoping the anime turns out as awesome!
Random share to you all on my life
So i’ve been hospitalized for 2 weeks and missed a lot of my classes. And it’s midterm season when I got released. I also have a shit ton of family problems, with my dad being ICU status in the hospital. So anyway. today was a win.
okay so yesterday, I cried for about 2 hours because a teacher wouldn't give me a chance for a make-up exam in a minor subject. He said I had to take it today as the last chance (was supposed to yesterday) or not at all. And I was gone for 3 of the lessons included. and did you know the material spanned 100-200 pages, plus nearly 200 slides as well? And I wanted to pass the crap outta this exam anyway.
so, out of spite...I actually managed to read all that within the night
and did pretty well on the exam and crushed the crap outta the essay portion.
So.
yeah. Feels great.
Anonymous asked:
What's your kofi? I lost it if you posted it here..!
Just posted and pinned it awhile ago anon :'> thank you for your generous heart, you really don't have to :'>
Anonymous asked:
I'm desperately trying to find your ko-fi but there's none >.< Please drop it and take care!
:'> here you go, kind anon ;-;
A little life update:
So hi, Khaz here. I’ve... had so much on my plate these past months. I really wanted to finish a lot of my stories, but it’s proving difficult for me atm because of college, a sudden influx of family problems that have built over MONTHS-if not YEARS. SO MANY financial issues on my family’s end, I even got sent to the hospital with my dad for a week now for admission for covid where I act as both a patient and a watcher/ helper for him. which is dampening my own healing progress, but you know. Have to do what you have to do. health care system is being abused as shit by the government. That’s sad.
I’m not... getting enough rest, I think. But lots of sacrifices need to be made for family, yknow?
I... really don’t know when I can start getting my life back together. I have to catch up with school soon too, haha. Gotta think about scholarships, finances, helping my family... all that stuff. Just turning 20 and being hit by realities like my dad constantly getting sick and might be retiring early. All this is... it’s tough on my soul, but I’m powering through. Guess I just felt like... sharing to you all. IN NO WAY am I asking for any charity haha. (Tho if you drop me 50 cents in my kofi, Or a kofi in general, you are forever blessed my friends, thank you! hahahahaha.) A cute little message would be rad too, hehe.
I’m REALLY looking forward to completing that diakko week story of mine as well as sisters, warm diana, poly fic, english au. my bandori and kakegurui stories. all the stories. Someday. I really. I really hope I can get to do all those and... just be able to live. Enjoy.
Just... if I ever disappear off the face of the planet, I hope you all enjoyed the wild tales I’ve spun thus far.
For now, Ciao! and.... Enjoy?
~Shintori Khazumi