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Rating: Explicit
Categories: NB/M
Fandom: ウウウルトラC | Uuultra C (Visual Novel)
Relationships: Isshiki Suzu/Chotsugai Shiro
Side Relationships: Ou Burai/Isshiki Suzu
Additional info: Microfic, Angst, Deadnaming, Canon Non-Binary Character, Implied Relationship, One-Sided Attraction, Pre-Canon, Implied Sexual Content, Age Difference
Categories: NB/M
Fandom: ウウウルトラC | Uuultra C (Visual Novel)
Relationships: Isshiki Suzu/Chotsugai Shiro
Side Relationships: Ou Burai/Isshiki Suzu
Additional info: Microfic, Angst, Deadnaming, Canon Non-Binary Character, Implied Relationship, One-Sided Attraction, Pre-Canon, Implied Sexual Content, Age Difference
Suzu contemplates being hopelessly in love with Shirou.
“Does it matter if he loves you?”
Suzu stared at his reflection. His eyes were a vibrant orange. Only comparable to oranges themselves. You didn’t get that kind of shade anywhere else. Shirou had always loved his eyes. He’d babbled over himself.
“Belle’s eyes are, they’re, they’re like. Belle has the most beau… Belle’s eyes are like violets! They’re just like violets! They’re my favourite flower ‘cause they’re like your eyes, Belle!”
Suzu wiped the make-up from around his eyes. Maybe he could buy colour contacts. Then again, he wasn’t certain if regular humans could even see the orange.
“Berg,” Burai wrapped an arm around him. Burai never touched him when he was standing up. He always wanted him to be shorter. Suzu had bought heels. “Come back to bed.”
Suzu kept a picture of the two of them in the corner of the mirror. They’d never been the stars of Mother Bird, but there had been a couple cast photos. Little cards that came with the caramels and cigarettes at the theatre. Suzu’s one had become faded and dog eared already.
“You’re beautiful, Berg. Anyone would count themselves lucky to have you. You don’t need him to love you.”
Didn’t need Shirou to love him.
He didn’t need Shirou to love him.
Maybe that was true? Maybe he didn’t.
Did it really matter if Shirou had forgotten him completely? If he saw this version of him and couldn’t love him? Did he need Shirou’s love?
Wasn’t it enough for him to love Shirou?
He was a kaiju now. His face was fixed, but he still wasn’t the girl Shirou had fallen in love with. But he was strong. As he was now, he could protect Shirou from anything.
He could be useful.
Even if Shirou never loved him again.
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Rating: General Audiences
Categories: M/M
Fandom: ウウウルトラC | Uuultra C (Visual Novel)
Relationships: Kagome Shoutarou/Kozuka Akira
Additional info: Request Meme, Microfic, Post-Canon
Categories: M/M
Fandom: ウウウルトラC | Uuultra C (Visual Novel)
Relationships: Kagome Shoutarou/Kozuka Akira
Additional info: Request Meme, Microfic, Post-Canon
A typical morning for Akira and Shoutarou post series.
"Shou-chan," Akira whined the second he tried to get up, rolling over to wrap him in his arms and hold him back in bed. "Kiss."
"You just had a kiss."
"I wasn't awake for that one."
"Yes, you were."
"Kiss," he pursed his lips expectantly, not letting go of him. Shoutarou gave in, leaning down to give him a second kiss, only for Akira to steal another.
"Quit your job."
"Why?"
"Shou-chaaaan!"
"It's too early," Shoutarou scolded him, knowing fine well what he was trying to ask for in less words.
Shoutarou wriggled his way out of Akira's arms, hearing the pathetic cry of "cold" as he laid sprawled out on the floor.
"You'll be less cold if you get back under the blanket."
"I'll be less cold with you."
Shoutarou ignored him and went downstairs to make something to eat before he had to head out to his job. The script sat beside the stove as he boiled some water, giving him a chance to read over the lines again before the show. There wasn't a lot, still. But he'd been promoted now. Or they said promoted, it just meant his characters would have names before the rangers beat him up. But the kids always liked to touch his claws or paws after the shows to confirm he wasn't a real kaiju.
He wasn't a real kaiju.
Akira had bought orange soap again.
"You just had a kiss."
"I wasn't awake for that one."
"Yes, you were."
"Kiss," he pursed his lips expectantly, not letting go of him. Shoutarou gave in, leaning down to give him a second kiss, only for Akira to steal another.
"Quit your job."
"Why?"
"Shou-chaaaan!"
"It's too early," Shoutarou scolded him, knowing fine well what he was trying to ask for in less words.
Shoutarou wriggled his way out of Akira's arms, hearing the pathetic cry of "cold" as he laid sprawled out on the floor.
"You'll be less cold if you get back under the blanket."
"I'll be less cold with you."
Shoutarou ignored him and went downstairs to make something to eat before he had to head out to his job. The script sat beside the stove as he boiled some water, giving him a chance to read over the lines again before the show. There wasn't a lot, still. But he'd been promoted now. Or they said promoted, it just meant his characters would have names before the rangers beat him up. But the kids always liked to touch his claws or paws after the shows to confirm he wasn't a real kaiju.
He wasn't a real kaiju.
Akira had bought orange soap again.
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Rating: General Audiences
Categories: NB/M
Fandom: ウウウルトラC | Uuultra C (Visual Novel)
Relationships: Isshiki Suzu/Chotsugai Shiro
Additional info: Request Meme, Microfic, Gender Dysphoria, Pre-Canon, Angst
Categories: NB/M
Fandom: ウウウルトラC | Uuultra C (Visual Novel)
Relationships: Isshiki Suzu/Chotsugai Shiro
Additional info: Request Meme, Microfic, Gender Dysphoria, Pre-Canon, Angst
A moment at the Olympics.
Had he seen him?
There was no way, right? He hadn't been there to look at random girls in the crowd. He'd have been focused on the athletes. There's no way he'd have noticed him.
There's no way he'd have recognised him. He wasn't the girl Shirou was looking for anymore. He wasn't Belle and he wasn't Berg and he wasn't even a girl and...
Suzu rapidly switched between pulling his hair straight and twirling it. Stupid. Stupid, why did he even keep his hair this long? Like Shirou was going to overlook everything else just because he had long hair.
Fuck.
A stupid hope. A stupid ring, a stupid promise from a child. That was all it was. They'd just been kids, why had he held onto it for so long? Suzu slipped the ring off, ready to throw it at the drain of the swimming pool showers.
But his fingers wouldn't release.
It had been her's, right?
Shirou would be upset if his mother's ring disappeared down some drain.
It was only right it...
Suzu slipped into the bathrooms. Everyone was so focused on the races, there was no need to worry about anyone shouting at him. He looked himself in the mirror. He'd gotten so tall. His face was nothing like it had been with all that baby fat. Even with his hair long, it didn't cover the scar.
Had Shirou seen the scar? Shirou wouldn't have known about that, right?
His Belle, no longer belle. Ruined and ruined and...
He could fix it.
There was no way, right? He hadn't been there to look at random girls in the crowd. He'd have been focused on the athletes. There's no way he'd have noticed him.
There's no way he'd have recognised him. He wasn't the girl Shirou was looking for anymore. He wasn't Belle and he wasn't Berg and he wasn't even a girl and...
Suzu rapidly switched between pulling his hair straight and twirling it. Stupid. Stupid, why did he even keep his hair this long? Like Shirou was going to overlook everything else just because he had long hair.
Fuck.
A stupid hope. A stupid ring, a stupid promise from a child. That was all it was. They'd just been kids, why had he held onto it for so long? Suzu slipped the ring off, ready to throw it at the drain of the swimming pool showers.
But his fingers wouldn't release.
It had been her's, right?
Shirou would be upset if his mother's ring disappeared down some drain.
It was only right it...
Suzu slipped into the bathrooms. Everyone was so focused on the races, there was no need to worry about anyone shouting at him. He looked himself in the mirror. He'd gotten so tall. His face was nothing like it had been with all that baby fat. Even with his hair long, it didn't cover the scar.
Had Shirou seen the scar? Shirou wouldn't have known about that, right?
His Belle, no longer belle. Ruined and ruined and...
He could fix it.
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Rating: General Audiences
Categories: NB-M/M
Fandom: ウウウルトラC | Uuultra C (Visual Novel)
Relationships: Hibarino Yomi/Sayashi Juurou
Additional info: Request Meme, Microfic, Post-Canon
Categories: NB-M/M
Fandom: ウウウルトラC | Uuultra C (Visual Novel)
Relationships: Hibarino Yomi/Sayashi Juurou
Additional info: Request Meme, Microfic, Post-Canon
Even when they're together and a world away, Juurou is still clingy.
It had seemed like a good idea to move away. Houses weren't built to last anyway. They started rotting away after a few decades and would need torn down. It was the perfect excuse for them to simply move away from everything and make a life together elsewhere.
Except...
They'd moved into the new house and the neighbours came round with some niceties. Sets of towels and food, things to bide them over till everything was unpacked. Juurou had accepted them and made polite conversation with them, saying he'd be sure to bring them some oranges when the new trees bore fruit. Yomi had joined in the conversation, asking about local produce and asking them to write down recipes for him. Everything had been completely textbook nice introduction to the neighbourhood.
And as soon as they left, Juurou had stopped talking entirely.
He hadn't said anything in hours, no matter what Yomi said to him. He'd gone to the kotatsu with his manuscript paper and just sat there, not talking. He looked ready to start writing but his pen never met the paper.
When Yomi got out the bath and saw him still sitting there, a chill had shot up his spine. It wasn't right that a human could sit completely still and silent for so long. The sun had already set and it had grown dark. He'd never seen one stay like that for so long.
"Juurou," Yomi called gently to him, but still got no response.
Gently, he slipped into a smaller form of his actual self, allowing himself to glide across the floor silently to Juurou's side. Only when he got close did he realise Juurou was slumped over at the shoulders.
"Juurou, wake up. You'll catch a cold," Yomi whispered in his ear.
"Yomi," Juurou mumbled in response, as he always did when he was asleep.
"You can't sleep like this. Let's go to bed," Yomi shifted back into his human self, petting Juurou's head to gently rouse him.
Juurou suddenly turned, arm wrapping around Yomi's newly formed neck, his entire weight meeting Yomi's chest. It wasn't easy to maintain himself when he'd just shifted. His spine had only just formed and couldn't support the weight of them both. He hit the floor, Juurou sprawled across him.
"Don't give them so much attention," Juurou mumbled, weight still dead across him.
"Yes, yes," Yomi replied, petting his hair once more. He'd be more careful in future.
Except...
They'd moved into the new house and the neighbours came round with some niceties. Sets of towels and food, things to bide them over till everything was unpacked. Juurou had accepted them and made polite conversation with them, saying he'd be sure to bring them some oranges when the new trees bore fruit. Yomi had joined in the conversation, asking about local produce and asking them to write down recipes for him. Everything had been completely textbook nice introduction to the neighbourhood.
And as soon as they left, Juurou had stopped talking entirely.
He hadn't said anything in hours, no matter what Yomi said to him. He'd gone to the kotatsu with his manuscript paper and just sat there, not talking. He looked ready to start writing but his pen never met the paper.
When Yomi got out the bath and saw him still sitting there, a chill had shot up his spine. It wasn't right that a human could sit completely still and silent for so long. The sun had already set and it had grown dark. He'd never seen one stay like that for so long.
"Juurou," Yomi called gently to him, but still got no response.
Gently, he slipped into a smaller form of his actual self, allowing himself to glide across the floor silently to Juurou's side. Only when he got close did he realise Juurou was slumped over at the shoulders.
"Juurou, wake up. You'll catch a cold," Yomi whispered in his ear.
"Yomi," Juurou mumbled in response, as he always did when he was asleep.
"You can't sleep like this. Let's go to bed," Yomi shifted back into his human self, petting Juurou's head to gently rouse him.
Juurou suddenly turned, arm wrapping around Yomi's newly formed neck, his entire weight meeting Yomi's chest. It wasn't easy to maintain himself when he'd just shifted. His spine had only just formed and couldn't support the weight of them both. He hit the floor, Juurou sprawled across him.
"Don't give them so much attention," Juurou mumbled, weight still dead across him.
"Yes, yes," Yomi replied, petting his hair once more. He'd be more careful in future.
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Looking like Ooe will likely make it on time for June with... some hesitance from Kurosawa-sensei about saying for absolute certainty... fingers crossed gang
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The Ooe cast and voice samples have now been releasd!!
You can check out the most recent blog post here. Voice samples are on the website.
You can check out the most recent blog post here. Voice samples are on the website.
New Promo Images
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