#I wish I could capture the shocked pikachu face they make

[juweldom]

Facial expressions. It surprised me how varied they are on elezen in particular since this race always seems so stoic.

[tsukoyomi-fumikage]

Kidnapped (BakuKiri)

Bakugou X Kirishima

Prompt - Alternate look at when Bakugou was kidnapped.

He couldn't do anything.

When the news had been relaid to everyone - that Bakugou had indeed been taken, Kirishima's heard stopped. Later, he would find out the length Deku and the others there at the time had gone to try and keep him safe, but then, in the heat of the moment, he snapped.

"No!"

The other students backed off from him, either in fear on plain understanding. Ever since day one, Kirishima had seen the looks of hatred thrown towards Bakugou, and made it his personal mission to make sure the boy had at least one friend. The explosive hero-in-training had tried to make it clear he didn't care; thrown insults his way that would secretly make him cry, hurt him, avoided him, done everything he could think of, yet Kirishima still came back, time and time again.

Eventually, Katsuki Bakugou accepted him, and they became like two rocks, butting heads, but there for each other. Kacchan, as Midoriya called him, was obviously an angry person, growing up in a household with a constantly tempered mother was enough to drive any teen insane, yet, slowly, bit by bit, that defense fell, and they just became... friends.

Of course, the older student would never admit that he'd made a friend - or that Kirishima was even his friend at all, but they all knew, including the boy himself, that they were close. The red-haired boy had even been asked by some of class 1-B if he and Bakugou were dating. To which he spluttered slightly, but more or less shut down that idea.

Bakugou would never love him like that.

Denki and Sero had come right up to him; the chargebolt-quirk user had gathered him up into his arms, keeping him away from the door, letting them both slide to the floor a few meters away. Kaminari knew him well enough to know that he would still try to get outside, even if it was all hopeless. Sero kneeled in front of him, holding Kirishima's face in his hands. "It's going to be fine." He said.

No it wasn't.

Kirishima laughed, dodging a lousy throw aimed at his head by Bakugou, who smirked at him, using this lame punch to wrap his arm around the slightly smaller man, ruffling his already spiked around hair. "You've got the worst choice for a hairstyle." He grumbled under his breath, but his eyes held so much affection that the red clad boy thought he might explode. "Shitty hair."

"You don't like it?" Kirishima didn't miss the slightly widened eyes at the question, as if wanting to take it back - as if Bakugou cared. "I like it." Red-Riot ran a hand through his hair, sharpening some of the spikes that had fallen onto his forehead and into his eyes.

"No, it's... alright." There was a scoff, but it was clearly fake. "Nerd."

"Whatever you say, Bakugou."

The hand didn't leave from messing with his spiked red locks, and it made Kirishima grin; a wide, shark-like, jaw splitting grin stretched from ear to ear. "What'ya smirking 'bout, Nerd?"

"I wouldn't be a Nerd!" Kirishima used the word of his description to distract Bakugou from having to try and tell him that he'd been daydreaming slightly about them both. "I'm manly! A gym Jock, so to speak!"

"Sure." He rolled his eyes at the man, unlatching his arm from playing with his hair, bringing it away from the hardening-quirk users body and back to its own. "Nerd."

His skin tingled from where Katsuki had touched his neck, and he raised his right hand to touch the spots again. His own hand couldn't make his skin feel like that. But he wished it could. Before Kirishima knew it, they'd walked to where they'd normally head off their own separate ways. Turning fully to view the explosive-quirk user, he smiled. "See you for Summer Camp, Bakugou!"

"See ya."

Never like that.

He had his face buried in Denki's jacket, muffling the sounds of his breaths. The other students began to talk among themselves, desperate to give the hardening-quirk user a big more time to be consoled. Kirishima felt his face blush from embarassment when the shock had worn off and he'd found himself in a crushing hug between Office-supplies and Pikachu, to which he buried his nose deeper to stifle his sobs of fear.

"It'll all work out."

Kirishima made his way upstairs of his friends house. Bakugou had texted him telling him he needed to talk about something important. The Red-Riot practically threw himself over, knocking of the door excitedly, allowing his friend's mother to show him upstairs.

Ever so gently, he pushed the doors open, and the blonds gloomy face came into view. "Bakugou?" He asked. "You alright?"

"Come." He patted a spot on the bed, right next to where he sat. Kirishima's heart did a flip, and so did his stomach and so did - "I need some... Help."

Although the red-haired teen wanted to tease his friend 'Kacchan never needs help? Why now?', he bit his lip to avoid saying anything, and nodded along. "That's why I'm here." He resorted to instead, wincing at the 'really?' look that was sent his way. "Sorry."

"I- uh." The bigger student chuckled nervously. Kirishima wished he had a camera to capture both this moment of awkwardness between them, and as the day Bakugou came out to him. "I like s-aomeone - a-a girl!" The female part was stuttered out a quickly as Iida running full speed. Kirishima's heart shattered into a million pieces. "How should I ask her out?"

To stop himself from tearing into ugly sobs right then and there, Kirishima bit his lip until he drew blood. "How am I supposed to know?" He teased lightly. "I ain't no witch doctor."

He will never love me. Kirishima closed his eyes tightly. And now he's gone.

[veinereastath]

Random vent time, since I have nothing to do today; and writing about things that are bothering is known to be helpful :”)  A bit of rant about the Witcher (Aen Elle, guess what), feel free to scroll past it if it’s not your cup of tea. It may n0t even make sense or be productive, I felt just the need to to it, and tumblr is already a burning trashcan (that I still love somehow), I’m just adding some oil to it. Some spoilers ahead, from TW3 and Lady of The Lake.

1: Wild Hunt (I speak as per The Red Riders, not about the game title) in general was really poorly done (plot-wise), but at least CD Projekt Red admitted it was their fault and because of lack of time and resources. It happens, it’s fine, we still have books (... well, one [last one] book and about 30 pages in it, but damn, these are good pages). It’s been 5 years, it’s okay, we accepted it, many discussions were held on this account.

2: Wild Hunt may be done poorly, but Eredin himself got absolutely and devastatingly flattened to a pancake, while in the book he’s a juicy donut. No, right now I’m not talking look-wise (which isn’t that important anyways, I presume), but motivations and personality wise. That hurts more. Way more. Also, why make him kill Auberon on purpose? In the books it was accidental, and he himself was briefly shocked, but had to immediately return to his cold facade because capturing that goddamn escaping Ciri was the most important thing at the moment. Making him just a typical usurper was another reason to not see him as a good villain. The plot of TW3 could still be glorious if they actually stick to the “Auberon death was an accident, aphrodisiac + fisstech don’t work well together, it’s a fact” and Eredin became King as a natural way of things. Books never specified if he was actually the second in line for the throne, neither they say who actually became the King after Muircetach died, but it seems quite likely that it would be Glas. The whole idea of trying to open Ard Gaeth / beat the White Frost / invade the Witcher world would still make sense. And would be, of course, more interesting if CDPR would add those quests they had to scrap off for reasons I mentioned above [1]. For those not aware - there was one involving Geralt going undercover, trying to learn more about Caranthir and Hunt’s plans and it was supposed to be massive, but... <sad violin>  Also, the “Eredin killed Auberon on purpose” could make sense if it was somewhere stated that it was Avallac’h’s manipulation, but then Corine’s vision doesn’t make sense. Remember that Auberon died with Ciri at this side, with her holding his hand [book-wise]. She’s nowhere to be seen in this vision, and if I remember correctly the oneiromancer’s visions could not be fabricated. Sad violin intensifies.

3: Well, I’m a trash so of course I have to mention this somehow. Witcher 3 really went too much into “[Eredin’s] face resembled a bird of prey” line from Lady of the Lake but quite forgot that he was still an elf. And, surprised pikachu, Ciri immediately upon meeting him got interested in him, which he was aware of. Despite the fact that he was insulting her constantly, she wanted something from him <wink wink, remember the scene in the alcove in Tir na Lia?> This should be a sign that he must’ve looked both dangerous and attractive at the same time. Attractive to the point where his insults were not able to totally douse her fascination.  Eredin in Witcher 3 is perfect if you want to be terrified on spot. Though maybe they did it on purpose because they wanted to make a strong point that he’s the villain of the game, I don’t know. Also, making attractive elves is something they know how to do - Iorveth was pretty neat, the face features of elves in W3 are also really good (also god bless some normal sized elven ears, I can’t look at those big and long they have in Dragon Age for example). Avallac’h wasn’t portrayed exactly like he should (aquamarine eyes where? blonde hair where?) but he looked good, let’s admit it. Imlerith was quite-quite (though why THE FUCK is the poor guy bald, jeezus citrus). Okay, Ge’els is the symbol of Aen Elle glory and you can’t change my mind - they managed to create fantastic clothing, give him good, defined features, somehow predatory look (Eredin is crying in the corner) and quite a mature skin complexion with few blemishes here and there. And it was good, because it made him look natural, like he could genuinely exist, he wasn’t extraordinary perfect. I wanted to touch and feel his face so bad. Just oh god, the goth queen makeup, why? All Aen Elle are suffering from this condition. Well, male ones. The Aen Elle female in Crevan’s laboratory looks quite decent. Or they just didn’t want to change her model, since it is the same the Aen Seidhe female have in brothels, for example. 4: Ciri trusting Avallac’h and mentioning this trust at every occassion is... god, just no. I will try to describe her situation in Tir na Lia [from the book] in my own words: 1. Imagine that you’re running away from a man that was your captor [Bonhart] and used to torture you for weeks/months. During this escape you accidentaly find yourself in a foreign country, full of foreign people with their own language. They look different, they act different, they have different morals, everything, you name it. 2. One of those people [Avallac’h] is saying it’s a destiny that brought you here, and you have to pay the debt to all his people because your great grandfather from six [6] generations ago banged a girl they were literally creating for centuries. It’s your fault, pay for it, Ciri. 3. The man says that in order to pay that debt and be able to return to your country, you have to sleep with his boss and at the same time your great-great absolutely great grandfather from 7 generations ago [Auberon], because the mix of your genes and his genes will allow to extract some kind of gene that will make humanity immune to, I don’t know, Covid 19 for example. It’s the key to saving people, you have to do it. 4. Later you hear from this great-7 generation-grandfather that either you agree to this, or you will go into laboratory and they will forcefully take out your placenta (presumably).  5. Just to make you feel better, everyone in this foreign country is hostile towards you (passive-agressive is a better term, alright), so everyday you see this disgust on their faces. Not to mention that while Avallac’h is trying to play nice, Auberon didn’t manage to do it for long, while Eredin is straight forwardly describing you as a worthless being. <3

And she’s trusting him so much after that? Really? Now, I get that if you’re running away from mortal danger you will probably try to get every help you can, so I can somehow accept that she accepted Avallac’h’s protector role, but I don’t accept that she’s trusting him to such an extent. Why? Because trying to put a woman (or a man) in someone else’s bed fits the defitinion of rape perfectly. I find it hard to accept that she would be all “I trust him” after that. Not to mention that she was, I think, 16-17 years old at that time? I need to check this later... Okay, I’m done, sorry~ The only wish I have is that Netflix series will stay the hell out of any Aen Elle or Tir na Lia plotline. Please. I beg you. Don’t touch it. Don’t look at it. Leave it be, leave it to this one book, to this 30 pages, I absolutely beg you.  I sense Witcher Netflix rant coming from me soon, woohooho~

Forever salty, forever sad

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         being  a  textbook  overthinker  is  a  strong  suit  denki  is  not  particularly  known  for .    a  head  regularly  presumed  empty  has  worked  to  incessantly  churn  the  argument  on  playback  over  the  course  of  three  days ,   violet  staining  crescents  beneath  his  eyes  at  some  point  between  the  late - night  mumbling  and  a  time  wherein  he  doesn’t  even  remember  falling  asleep .     his  oh - so - gracious  host  is  left  at  a  loss  when  she  is  forcibly  tasked  with  shoving  him  awake  each  morning .    

as  much  an  empath  as  mina  prides  herself  in  being ,   it  ain’t  exactly  a  cakewalk  to  get  into  a  neurotic’s  mindset  when  he’s  the  one  insisting  that  he’s  fine ,   that  everything  is  fine    ;    practiced  charisma  a  much - appreciated  plus  in  attempts  to  persuade  his  longtime  best  friend  that  he  just  needed  a  little  breathing  space  from  the  situation .     because  that’s  what  they  have  to  call  it ,   now .    ‘ the  situation ’ .

this  was  all  before  denki  proceeded  to  peel  himself  from  eyesore - chartreuse  cushions  an  hour  late  each  day ,   and  the  reason  why  mina  now  harbors  heavy  concern  beneath  the  initial  irritation  as  she  beats  him  awake  with  a  pillow  for  the  third  day  in  a  row .

astonishingly  enough ,   through  all  the  budding  bruises  and  little  cricks  of  his  bones ,   denki’s  still  not  used  to  it  ----  confused  as  to  why  in  place  of  a  fluffy  orange  butt  sat  directly  on  his  face  is  a  firm  pink  hand ,   squishing  freckled  cheeks  that’d  never  quite  lost  their  baby  fat .  

the  phone  promptly  shoved  in  his  face  (  raw - eyed ,   drool - sticky ,   red  where  strong  fingers  have  imprinted  themselves  into  his  skin  )  reads  7:12  am ,   a  good  hour  and  some  past  his  normal  wakeup  time .    he  shouldn’t  be  so  pikachu - meme  shocked  when  this  scenario  is  the  direct  result  of  a  profuse  refusal  to  take  the  device  off  silent  mode  these  past  few  days  ----  afraid  to  wake  up  to  any  late - night  texts  or  calls .    

and  yet  here  he  is ,   eyes  squeezing  shut  as  he  mutters  his  third ,   grumbly  shit  this  short  week .

       ❛   seriously ,   dude ?   ❜      mina  chides  as  she  flips  through  the  unsung  alarms ,   each  set  five  minutes  apart  from  one  another  beginning  at  5:30  in  the  morning .    

getting  himself  out  of  bed  always  had  been  something  of  a  chore ,   emphasized  by  recent  reasoning  that  he’d  not  been  catching  more  than  half  a  wink  prior  to  that  exact  time  each  day .      ❛   you  teach  people  for  a  living  and  yet  remain  willfully  oblivious  to  the  very  accessible ,   very  convenient  do  not  disturb  function .   ❜      

she  lets  the  phone  fall  unceremoniously  onto  denki’s  lap ,   cushions  creaking  beneath  their  weight .       ❛   get  off  my  couch ,   spud .   ❜

he’d  love  to ,   actually .    every  node  in  his  spine  pops  in  agreement .

the  minutes  between  then  and  hurriedly  collecting  stray  pieces  of  clothing  off  the  floor  pass  in  a  rheumy - eyed  blur ,   other  possessions  that’re  repeatedly  tripped  over  a  courtesy  of  the  emergency  overnight  bag  he’d  emptied  out  over  the  week .    kept  in  the  back  of  his  car  for  situations  that  call  for  it ,   this  doesn’t  really  qualify  as  one  of  those  times .

        ❛   hey .    what’s  the  status  of  you  reevaluating  your  life  choices  so  that  you’re  not  crawling  out  my  door  late  to  work  in  the  same  inside - out  v - neck  you’ve  been  wearing  all  week ?   ❜      mina  prompts  in  midst  of  tossing  on  a  jacket  as  gaudy  in  design  as  the  rest  of  her ,   somehow  completely  comprehending  what  vague  semblance  of  shut  up ,   shut  up ,   shut  up  denki  conveys  through  hand  gestures  in  between  hurriedly  scrubbing  his  teeth .

without  time  to  style  his  hair  this  morning ,   he’s  left  to  ruffle  through  the  unkempt  locks  in  his  reflection  through  the  elevator  doors ,   displeased  in  how  they  refuse  to  obey  any  law  of  gravity  but  deciding  that  he  might  as  well  just  go  ahead  and  look  as  shitty  as  he  feels .    hurts  less  to  acknowledge  it  himself  before  mina  eagerly  relays  just  how  divorced  he  looks  mere  moments  later .

         ❛   you’re  gonna  have  to  talk  to  him  eventually ,   ❜      she  reminds  him  just  before  they  part ,   chaste  kiss  pressed  to  either  cheek  and  equally  reciprocated .      ❛   before  it’s  too  late .    i  know  you’re  both  pretty  keen  on  letting  things  fester ,   but  how  ‘bout  you  just  nut  up  before  your  idiot  boy  pride  makes  things  completely  irreversible ?   ❜   

at  her  humble  suggestion ,   denki  mulls  on  the  air  of  an  amused  hum ,   shouldering  open  one  of  the  glass  doors  for  her  to  walk  through  first .      ❛   my  idiot  boy  pride ,   huh .    s'a  little  misandristic ,   don’tcha  think ?   ❜

she  replies  with  a  wag  of  her  middle  finger  in  the  air  behind  her ,   a  stark  gesture  that  bakugou  would  appreciate  and  that  denki  hates  thinking  that  bakugou  would  appreciate .    he  silently  curses  mina  once  for  the  reminder ,   then  again  for  her  uncanny  talent  of  always  being  right .

on  that  note ,   he  mentally  checks  ‘ idiot  boy  pride ’  as  a  contender  for  the  working  title  of  an  eventual  autobiography .  

           lunch  passes  by  a  lot  more  slowly  in  the  days  he’d  been  forcibly  weened  off  of  bakugou’s  cooking .    left  to  survive  off  what  loose  change  could  nab  from  the  vending  machines  outside  and  random  snacks  found  throughout  the  cabinets  of  the  teachers’  lounge ,   denki  finds  that  whey  milk  and  loose  granola  by  the  fistful  are  not  all  that  amazing  a  combo .   

mina  is  wise  beyond  her  years .    this  is  a  meal  of  a  divor - fuckin’ - cee .

actually ,   the  sudden  absence  of  a  balanced  diet  may  even  be  reaching  the  point  of  a  pressing  health  issue .    when  he  brushes  granola  grains  off  his  shirt  ----  now  worn  correctly ,   after  having  uncomfortably  fumbled  with  it  in  his  car  earlier  ----  he  notices  how  tight  his  chest  has  begun  to  feel  over  the  course  of  the  morning .    an  ache  like  a  scream  that  won’t  come  out .    he’s  bound ,   yes ,   and  dry  granola  has  probably  not  made  the  trip  down  his  esophagus  very  easy    ;    but  had  the  pain  always  been  so  prominent ?

❛   didja  check  twitter  yet ?   refresh  your  timeline  ----  look ,   see ,   it’s  trending !  ❜ 

denki’s  attention  piques ,   turning  towards  the  flood  of  students  rushing  by  the  lounge  door .    on  their  way  back  to  their  classrooms  to  ride  out  the  last  few  periods  of  the  day ,   he’s  not  surprised  to  see  so  many  of  their  eyes  glued  to  their  phones  as  they  walk ,   given  that  lunch  and  homeroom  make  up  the  only  two  slots  of  time  wherein  students  are  allowed  access  to  such  devices .

their  conversations  spill  in  a  slew  of  muddled  topics   :   is  the  villain  big ?    how’d  you  do  on  that  art  history  exam ?    shouldn’t  he  have  backup?    my  sister’s  taking  me  to  that  new  poke  bowl  restaurant  tonight .    is  he  breathing ?    cats  can  doggy  paddle ,   can’t  they ?    blasty’s  a  top - five !   indestructible !    i  hope  i  have  a  team  one  day .    but  so  was  jeanist ,   and  look  what  happened  to  him .

          ❛   bla ----   ❜      denki  starts ,   sparing  a  few  minutes  heading  back  himself  to  fish  his  phone  from  his  cardigan .    he’s  usually  never  without  it ,   idly  recalling  a  time  in  their  youth  where  bakugou  would  have  to  manually  pluck  it  from  his  grasp  so  that  he’d  settle  into  bed  for  the  night .    over  the  past  few  days ,   though ,   he's  been  more  than  content  to  break  character  and  distance  himself  from  the  buzz  of  social  media  under  some  years - too - late  guise  of  self - care  and  breaking  addiction .

waking  his  phone  now ,   the  top  notification  banner  reads  a  single  message  from  his  current  roommate .    

are  you  ok?

below  it ,   an  informal  update  from  twitter ,   alerting  him  of  exactly  what  his  curiosity  demands  to  be  sated  with  right  now .

 trending  in  heroics    :    #BLASTYEXPLODO .

he  doesn’t  need  a  little  shoulder  mina  angel  to  tell  him  that  reading  about  his  ex  is  technically  just  the  time - sensitive  equivalent  of  purposefully  sifting  through  bakugou’s  online  presence   ;    mostly  because  the  app  is  barely  flicked  open  when  the  tightness  across  his  chest  constricts  to  a  sudden ,   sharp  PANG .    

it  doesn’t  take  some  deep  search  to  unearth  the  context  of  his  students’  obsessive  chattering  nearby ,   considering  that  his  entire  timeline  is  being  consistently  updated  with  live  footage  from  the  scene .    a  bird’s - eye  view  of  the  site  below  captures  where  several  heroes  can  be  spotted  as  moving  dots  along  the  destruction  of  the  outskirts    ;    all  save  for  one ,   reported  to  have  been  caught  in  the  fray  after  a  building  collapsed .

fingers  press  deep  into  the  pain  of  his  chest .    his  shoulder  hits  the  wall  to  support  his  weight ,   face  paling  as  he  forces  himself  to  read  the  oncoming  slew  of  tweets  one  by  one .    a  lot  are  unhelpful  ----  mere  wishes  for  blasty  to  hang  in  there ,   some  questioning  where  he  is ,   false  memoriam  by  people  denki  knows  bakugou’s  never  met ,   lots  of  clickbait  for  merch  and  inappropriate  thirst  posts  layered  in  between .    

nothing  gives  him  a  solid  answer .    because  nobody  has  a  solid  answer .

lacking  the  word  association  necessary  to  properly  reply  to  mina’s  text  without  stirring  either  concern  or  cause  for  a  possible  lecture ,   he  shoots  something  quick  to  kirishima  instead .

hey  man ,   thanks  for  everything  lately .    i’ll  feed  the  cats  tonight .    can  you  do  me  a  solid  and  leave  a  key ?

           the  car  ride  home  is  as  long  as  ever  in  traffic  surrounding  the  incident .    every  instance  of  a  top  hero  barely  escaping  the  brink  of  death  is  all  but  a  grim  reminder  that  life  is  short ,   speaking  volumes  to  average  citizens  rushing  home  to  spoil  their  families  before  everything  settles  back  into  a  regular ,   non - life - threatening  routine  for  them  tomorrow .

shortly  after  lunch  (  and  trying  to  shake  off  what  he  was  certain  were  signs  of  a  small  heart  attack  ) ,   denki  decided  that  there  was  no  use  cutting  his  day  short  to  make  an  appearance  at  the  scene .    rapid  updates  from  twitter  and  associates  alike  informed  him  that  blasty  had  eventually  made  it  out  on  two  legs ,   triumphant  as  ever ,   before  being  escorted  to  an  unspecified  hospital  in  order  to  avoid  the  public  eye  in  his  recovery .

denki  takes  his  chances  in  calling  his  mom  between  catching  every  red  light ,   hope  breaking  in  a  small ,   audible  whimper  when  she  doesn’t  answer  his  one - or - nine  calls .    bakugou  wasn’t  the  only  victim  in  today’s  events    ;    he  rationalizes  that  nariko  is  probably  up  to  her  neck  in  new  admissions  regardless ,   but  the  thought  doesn’t  exactly  bring  him  any  peace  of  mind .

breathe .    an  impossible  demand  to  meet ,   but  one  necessary  to  keep  his  electricity  from  snapping  at  the  wheel .

he  doesn’t  exactly  know  why  he’d  even  bothered  showing  up ,   sluggish  steps  treading  the  long  lengths  of  tiled  hallway  leading  to  bakugou’s  residence .    not  really  any  use  hanging  around  an  empty  apartment  all  night    ;   even  despite  the  pressing  matter  of  the  question  mark  tacked  behind  his  current  living  situation .    he’s  not  really  looking  to  task  himself  with  packing  just  yet .

             ❛   it’s  just  something ,   ❜      denki  tiredly  tells  himself  aloud  at  the  foot  of  their  doorstep ,   head  tipped  to  the  ceiling  in  a  brief  moment  of  reprieve .    the  sentiment  resonates  as  somewhat  redundant .    it’s  always  something .    he’s  got  a  million  somethings  in  his  life  that  he’s  never  cared  to  name ,    piling  one  over  the  other  in  the  corner  of  his  mind  without  thought  to  the  mental  repercussions  dealt  to  everyone  involved .    

maybe  there’s  only  one  something  afterall .    maybe  the  common  denominator  was  just  him .

tip  of  his  shoe  peels  back  the  corner  of  the  mat  he’d  insisted  on  laying  there  some  short  while  ago ,    the  key  tucked  beneath  it  shining  in  the  hallway  lighting  once  its  cover  is  disturbed .    bless  his  heart ,   but  kirishima’s  not  very  creative  in  his  hiding  places .

this  copy  is  as  shiny  and  unbroken - in  as  the  one  bakugou  had  given  denki  when  he  first  moved  here ,   spare  a  few  spots  of  dirt  he  brushes  off  before  lodging  it  into  the  keyhole .    

without  a  set  of  miscellaneous  dangling  objects  attached  to  it ,   the  action  of  turning  a  bare  key  into  the  lock  takes  him  back  a  full  year  ago  ----  wherein  he’d  rigidly  haunted  this  exact  spot  on  a  matless  tile ,   uneager  to  begin  a  new  phase  in  his  life  eventually  titled  reversed  strength .

unlike  back  then ,   however ,   the  key  is  met  this  time  around  without  resistance  in  its  lock ,   nothing  to  combat  it  as  it  turns .    the  door  before  him  is  open .     presently .

his  stomach  drops .    

hesitant  to  ease  himself  inside  when  so  actively  adorned  in  hair - raising  suspicion ,   denki  is  met  with  the  usual  stagnancy  of  an  empty  apartment  ----  no  wafts  of  food  cooking  on  the  stove ,   no  sound  of  the  television  on  for  background  noise ,   no  cats  tripping  over  each  other  to  greet  him  with  a  howling  demand  for  kibble  and  petty - pets  (  which  smarts  a  little ,   considering  his  absence  ) .    

there  is  dim  warmth  from  sunlight  pouring  through  the  windows  and  little  else .    not  even  a  speck  of  dust  found  to  sift  through  it .    he  wonders  if  kirishima  had  simply  forgotten  to  lock  the  door  behind  him .

and  yet ,   even  with  this  thought  in  mind  ----  this  silent  prayer  ----  denki  still  holds  a  name  on  his  tongue  as  he  steps  fully  into  the  apartment ,   pocketing  the  key  where  its  triplet  sits  unperturbed  a  few  feet  away .    it’s  a  momentary  struggle  to  find  his  voice ,   and  he  doesn’t  recognize  the  sound  that  comes  out .      

          ❛   k ------- ...   katsuki ?   ❜

@blstys​ .

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Cutie Reviews: Doki Doki 18 May 2017

Okay, this is the last crate review for May. Due to the change in mailing as of late, my Doki Doki crates now come the month after they were supposed to. Usually on the first or second. It really messed up my scheduling I figured out- but it can’t really be helped either.

This months theme: ....I have no idea! ╰(✧∇✧╰)

Cover Art by Anubis + TOMO (peachcosmos.wix.com/sweet)

I would like to take a moment to apologize. I forgot to get the Suteki Crate pic and at the moment it’s kind of a bad time, so I can’t get it right now either. It isn’t anything too impressive this month, although as an avid video game and plush obsessor, it didn’t make me want it less ♡

1. Donald and Daisy Ufufy

2. Jinbei-san mocchi plush

3. Sumikko Gurashi Plushy

4. Yoshi Figuarts

5. Pikachu Figuarts

6. Pikachu Kabuki plush

7. Nintento Switch + Mario Kart 8 Deluxe

With that, let’s get to the review (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

For times you go to be with nature, or if you want to feel fancy, the Antler Beret: Peach Deer. A very thin beret in a lovely peach color with the cutest little deer antlers ♡

The beret appears to be stretchy around the bottom, so it should fit most head sizes comfortably. The fabric it is made out of seems to attract hair and dust fairly easily though, so I would suggest keeping it in a safe place or in it’s packaging until you plan on wearing it. I like it, but with how light and flouncy it is I’m not sure I’ll wear it often. I prefer head wear that I don’t need to worry is going to fly away you know? 3.5 out of 5. 

We also got some Aggressive Retsuko Stickers. These are based on Sanrio’s newest character, Retsuko, a red panda who is a successful business woman but is forced to tolerate her eccentric co-workers and burns off steam by singing death metal at the karaoke bars.

The stickers are slightly 3D, but I couldn’t really capture that with the pics. I looked up a little more regarding this series, and Retsuko is so cute! I can appreciate her and having to tolerate certain types of people (cause don’t we all?), and Cutie-chan enjoys a little metal now and then too (but she also likes all sorts of music ヾ（〃＾∇＾）ﾉ♪).

At the time I’m not sure these will have any use for me. I would probably only use the Retsuko ones cause those are pretty much the only ones I like honestly. 2 out of 5.

As of late I’m starting to think coin purses are trending. They have began showing up in all of the crates/boxes. I know I said I needed some, but I’ve gotten plenty now! And with the Higemanju Gamaguchi Coin Purse, I just got one more.

(Higemanju means “whiskered manju/steamed bun”)

It’s... cute. But I actually kinda wish it resembled the picture in the booklet a little more. The details are nice on it, and it’s pretty soft, but.. I don’t know, the face itself is kind of a turn off for me. I really don’t know why. 3 out of 5. It’s kind of on the small side, but the details are pretty good and it has a  chain so it’s easy to attach to purses or keep inside. 

Our favorite little Petit Lapin has returned! He is one of Doki Doki Crates most popular characters, and why not? He is precious ♡ This time, Petit Lapin has taken on the roll of an Eclair.

(for those who are unfamiliar with Petit Lapin, he is a fashionable little bunny who becomes the various french foods he eats!)

Petiti Lapin is very soft and round. One thing I don’t like is that all that seems to change about him is the fact he rarely changes. This one nearly looks like a recolored clone of the sandwich one from November, but with a different design on his top. However, the quality is always nice and he’s always so cute, and I’m glad to know everyone is so receptive over him too. 4.5 out of 5 ♡ cause how could you not?

And here we have yet another bottle for shampoo/soap I won’t be using. Why is that? Because while it is ultra-kawaii and big, I’m terrified it would mold and I’d have to throw it away. I mean I could be wrong, I really don’t know how that works. If anyone could assure me it wouldn’t mold that’d be great, because I would love to use this (and the Rilakkuma one I got from Yume Twins).

For now it’ll be a cute room decoration ♡ It’s also cat, my favorite Sumikko Gurashi character. However there is something confusing in the booklet. It’s description reads “Penguin or Cat which is your favorite? Penguin is a Sumikko Gurashi from the south pole! Doraemon is a time traveling robotic cat who is one of Japan’s most beloved characters.“

So basically, it sounded like you could only get penguin from Sumikko, or Doraemon. But I got the sumikko cat? Doraemon is a blue, ear-less cat, so I know for a fact this is not Doraemon.

In terms of rating... I’ll say 3.5 out of 5. I like it but I might not ever use it? I also don’t understand the confusing text in the booklet.

Our last item for today is everyone’s favorite Hoppe-Chan ♡ Here she is celebrating Children’s Day, a holiday in Japan.

I have admit, while Hoppe-chan always looks cute I’m kinda disappointed by how plain this one is. In the booklet, a really cute decorative one was shown and I kinda wish we got it instead. I do like the concept and idea, and Hoppe-chan is entirely handmade so I understand sometimes they take shortcuts to make easier ones, but it seems like lately they’re maybe a little lazy... 4 out of 5.

♡ Cutie Ranking ♡

Content - 2.5 out of 5. I like it, but I don’t love it. This one felt pretty lack-luster in comparison to the last one.

Practicality - I had trouble deciding this one. On one hand, several items are practical, I think all but maybe 1? But in my case, I don’t think I’ll be using any of these items in this crate. So for most people I’d say 4 out of 5. In my case... 1.5 out of 5.

Total Rank: 9 out of 15 Cuties (unless I suck at math, which I do, it might be 8.5?). I think this is the lowest I ever graded anything I got so far. I’m pretty shocked by it. I did like everything, but I didn’t feel that same, excitement I normally do for other boxes. I’m fairly disappointed, but I don’t know if it’s in myself or this box...

♡ Cutie Scale ♡

1. Petit Lapin - Always a winner. He’s precious and sweet, I could just eat him up~

2. Aggressive Retsuko Stickers - Just to be blunt, I only like the Retsuko stickers. Those are the only cute ones I’m counting here.

3. Soap/Shampoo Bottle - Cute. But it’s just a plain character overall. Nothing unique or all that special.

4. Hoppe-chan - She’s always cute... but it’s fairly plan this time.  

5.  Higemanju Purse - It looks like it tried too hard to be cute in my opinion. Maybe it’s an acquired taste?

6. Peach Deer Beret - It’s cute, but.. it looks less like hat, more like peach-colored flying saucer. 

Okay Cuties, that dos it for another review. I’m so disappointed by my opinions of this box, I haven’t held any this low for Doki Doki since my very first box I got back in September. This is the lowest I ever ranked a box/crate too- at least I think it is. I guess it happens to everyone though, 1 less-good box doesn’t spoil the entire subscription in my case.

Meanwhile I’m still waiting for my next Tokyo Treat box, that is my favorite! Should be coming any day now. In the mean time I do have a candy kit I didn’t do yet, so that will most-likely be next, followed by NMNL.

Until next time, stay cute!