#I'm also not sure

[yoshikoooo]

WIND BREAKER

Being Umemiya Hajime's Older sister

Synopsis: A kind older sister basically concerned at her younger brother

Warning: ooc. Words: 1.2k

The day in Makochi town unfolded with a tranquil charm, the sun casting a gentle glow over the streets as you wandered, clutching your bag close. Passing by the familiar flower shop, you couldn't resist stopping.

"Oh Granny Kiyo, you've got your new batch of flowers in?" you called out cheerfully. The elderly lady inside looked up from arranging a display, her face breaking into a delighted grin as she hurried to the door to greet you.

"Oh, my dear Y/n! You're back from your trip," she exclaimed, taking both your hands in hers.

"Just a week, Granny," you chuckled, pulling out a box of freshly baked treats. "But I couldn't resist bringing back something for everyone!"

"Oh, you sweet child," she replied, her eyes twinkling as she accepted the box gratefully, though not without some protest. "You really didn't have to."

"But you know I can't come back empty-handed," you insisted playfully, nudging her to accept.

Granny Kiyo finally relented with a fond sigh, conceding to your persistence. "Alright, alright, you win, as always, Y/n," she chuckled, patting your hand affectionately.

"Thank you, Granny. I should be on my way," you said, turning to leave, thoughts drifting to Kotoha.

'I wonder how Kotoha is doing... Hajime must be with her by now, '

you mused to yourself, starting down the path towards  Café Pothos. "That kid better not made trouble" you mumbled as you remembered hajime.

Just as you were about to step away, Granny's voice called you back. "Ah, wait, Y/n!" she called out, making you pause and turn back to her.

"Since the new flowers are here, why don't you take some with you?" she suggested, already gathering a bouquet of hydrangeas from a nearby vase.

"Granny kiyo, really, it's too much," you protested half-heartedly, but she simply shook her head with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"No arguments, dear," she insisted, pressing the bouquet into your hands. You couldn't help but smile at her persistence, your heart warmed by the scent of hydrangeas that filled the air as you held them close.

"Thanks, Granny Kiyo, I'll be back again tomorrow!" you called out with a smile, turning on your heel to continue down the lively street, the lovely bouquet of hydrangeas cradled in your arms.

As you walked, you hummed softly, taking in the bustling atmosphere of Makochi town.

"Hydrangeas, huh..." you murmured to yourself, your mind drifting to the symbolism behind the flowers.

'Gratitude for being understood...' you thought fondly, your smile widened at the sight of  Café Pothos.

Opening the door, you immediately began searching for Kotoha.

"Kotoha-chan!" you called out, but your voice faltered when you noticed several Furin students, badly injured, scattered around the room. Your eyes quickly found Kotoha, who was diligently applying a cream to the wounds of a white-haired Furin boy.

your smile stayed the same as you went inside.

"Y-Y/n, welcome back," Kotoha said nervously, glancing up at you. "When did you get back?"

"Just now," you replied, your smile unwavering as you walked towards the back of the seat of the white haired, still holding the fresh bouquet of hydrangeas.

"O-Oh! Y-Y/n nee chan!" the familiar sound of that voice you annoyingly hear was fresh to you. the white haired man still didn't look back even though you were standing behind him.

"Huh? Who the heck is she?" you heard some of the Furin boys murmuring among themselves.

"Hush sakura kun! She's Umemiya's older sister!" one of them whispered urgently.

"Huh?!"

Your eyes landed on a monochrome head. "Oh, a new face, I see," you said, addressing the unique boy. "Hello there," you greeted him, causing his face to flush. He raised a weak hand in greeting.

You softly giggled, but to Kotoha, Hajime, and the one of the Four Kings, it sounded more like the sinister laugh of a grim reaper. "You have such a cute junior there... right, Hajime?" you said, your voice darkening as you mentioned his name.

"Ye-Yeah, this year's first years are amazing!" Hajime stammered.

"Oh," you continued, your gaze lingering on the injured students, "I hope they're all alright. It looks like they've had a rough time."

Kotoha nodded, her expression a mix of concern and relief. "They'll be fine. It's just been a... tough day."

You offered the bouquet of hydrangeas to Kotoha, your smile softening. "Here, Granny Kiyo gave it to me, but I think it suits here more. A little brightness to lighten the room."

Thinking that you weren't mad anymore made the boys sigh in relief, even Kotoha.

"Thanks, Y/n," Kotoha said as she took the bouquet, leaving Hajime on the chair.

Thinking that your usual stern demeanor had softened, Hajime finally looked at you, meeting your gaze.

He was wrong. Definitely wrong.

He gulped hard as his eyes shook, meeting yours.

"Oh, you finally looked," you said, grabbing a chair and pulling it closer.

"U-Uh, haha, this is youth!" he said, scratching his cheek, which seemed to have been punched.

"So who?" you simply asked as your gaze turned cold.

"It was just pure luck that they happened to land a hit on me," Hajime huffed, crossing his arms defiantly. You hummed, clearly unsatisfied.

"Don't make me repeat myself," you said firmly, and Hajime flinched, looking back at you.

"Come on, it was just some nobody—"

"Anybody here know?" you asked, your smile returning as you glanced around the room.

"Hai, hai," a boy with long tassel earrings raised his hand, as if in class, making you smile widely.

"I'm Suo Hayato," he introduced himself, though the blonde beside him tried to pull him down.

"We went against Spaltip," he said, and you sent a smile his way, watching as Hajime looked at his junior in disbelief. Feeling betrayed, he turned to you slowly.

"Woah, Thank you for answering suo kun" you chimed,

"He was just punched by some lucky bastard, what's wrong with that?" the monochrome-haired boy interjected, making you look at him and then back to Hajime.

"Oh my, really?" you said, your voice tinged with a melodic mock concern. "That must have hurt."

"It hurts me that Nee-chan doesn't believe me," Hajime joined in the theatrics, placing a palm on his cheek and pretending to be hurt.

"Then shall this big sister of yours scold them?"

you said, causing the room to fall silent. Hajime's eyes widened in horror.

...

"Ah, Y/n-san, I-I think there's no need to go that far," Hiragi said, immediately bringing out Gas Kun 10.

"H-Hiragi's right, after all, it was already neatly fixed," Hajime added quickly. You looked at him for a moment and finally nodded.

...

"Hmm, I guess it's fine then."

Relief washed over the room, and the boys finally breathed easy.

"Alright, then. Take care of yourselves. Be home before dinner, okay, Hajime!" you said, giving them a last reassuring smile before heading out.

You heard Hajime yelling a cheerful "Yes!" behind you, which made you smile widely. 'Oh right the hydrangeas' you said as you remembered their other meaning,

"Spaltips, huh..." you mumbled darkly as you stepped outside Pothos, the evening air cooling your thoughts.

---Bonus---

The next day arrived, and Hajime was on the rooftop tending to his little garden, enjoying the peaceful morning. His serene moment was interrupted by Hiragi, who approached with a nervous expression.

"Hiragi! You look as if you chugged down a whole pocket of Gas Kun 10!" Hajime laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but Hiragi's serious demeanor made him pause.

"Reporting," Hiragi began, his voice tense. "Spaltips has disappeared.-"

"I mean, their entire gang is gone. No one's seen them since last night. Their usual hangouts are empty—" Hiragi trailed off, as if the realization hit both of them.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

_______

-hydrangeas may symbolize heartlessness.-

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[canisalbus]

✦ Bread ✦

[manny-jacinto]

MANNY JACINTO + tumblr/reddit/twitter/tik tok text posts

[artofalassa]

Taken by the Styx

[basshole-astard]

PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!

regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!

regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.

gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!

no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!

Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!

honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3

[hansoeii]

the doctor on their way to steal your heart

[violent138]

Bruce definitely trained all the Robins to abandon him if things got bad. He'd give them scenarios like him trapped under something in a fire, hypothermic conditions, he's too injured, and they need to get information to Lucius, and the list goes on. And to date, the only bit of training his kids have continually failed, whether in simulation or practice, is failing to leave him behind.

[kensatou]

the h in nhl stands for homoerotic

bonus intricate rituals:

[shadowtraveled]

"mithrun is the only real monsterfucker in dungeon meshi" is objectively the funniest bit you can get out of his everything, but in all seriousness i think his attraction to his love interest is deliberately overstated—and that makes sense, because romantic jealousy is a classic and digestible motive, which is explicitly what kabru was aiming for in condensing mithrun's backstory, and also because until chapter 94, mithrun wasn't willing to admit to the true nature of his desires.

but because romantic envy is both classic and digestible, it probably isn’t a unique enough or complicated enough desire to tempt a demon’s appetite. mithrun’s wish, as far as we can figure from kabru’s reduced retelling, was to have a life in which he had never become one of the canaries, and that carries like 3857 implications and desires within it. that’s delicious. his love interest acts as sort of a red herring to his motivation for making it, though. (side note: i'm saying "love interest" here because, keeping in mind that i barely speak japanese on a good day anymore, "想���人" is something i'd usually take as just kind of an old-fashioned and romantic way to refer to a lover, but in context i wonder if both the connotation of yearning and the vagueness are intentional, and i think this phrasing gets those aspects of it more effectively. anyway.)

mithrun considered his love interest to be untrustworthy. there was a minute where i thought that comment might be about a similar-looking elf (yugin, one of his squad members), but comparing the two…

the "sketchy" arrow is definitely referring to the elf we know as his love interest—the bangs go toward her right, she only has the one forehead ornament, and, most notably, her ears aren't notched.

every time she’s given a full-body depiction in his dungeon, she’s drawn as a chimera, with the body of a snake from the waist down. (side note: the “what if a dungeon has chimeras before reaching level 4?”/“then the dungeon lord is unstable” exchange just being mithrun grilling his past self alive is so funny. he’s so. but anyway) there are a couple things about this.

first, the snake part of the chimera appears to be modeled after some species of coral snake mimic

which, in the biology-for-fun manga, i… doubt is a coincidence, especially with the added context of the “untrustworthy” comment. the dungeon’s conjured illusion of mithrun’s love interest was a harmless copycat of a venomous original. for whatever reason, he felt this person was a threat and made up a "safe" version of her to be in a relationship with, and while it’s definitely possible to be attracted to or even love someone you find to be toxic and/or intimidating, when you take that into consideration alongside the configuration of her body, you get some interesting implications.

which brings us to our second point: if we assume that mithrun was not in fact fucking a snake, then sexual attraction, at least, was so far removed from his idea of a relationship with this person that he did not even bother to keep her dungeon copy human enough to maintain the illusion of the option of a sexual relationship. this is somewhat echoed in the depictions of their interactions, which also imply a frankly unexpected romantic distance. she kisses his cheek and he doesn't seem to react; she's at the edge of a narrow bed with only one set of pillows, on top of his blankets while he's underneath them.

the kiss is particularly interesting because it seems to contrast the text. kabru's narration tells us this was everything mithrun could have asked for, but mithrun is there looking unreadable to pensive, likely because this is right before the panel that makes it clear things in the dungeon are beginning to go wrong.

walking through this backwards for a minute, we have the physical barrier of his bedding and the spatial separation inherent in a bed made for one person, the emotional barrier of his mounting anxiety getting in the way of his ability to enjoy the affection he sought, and... the snake, which historically carries the connotation of temptation, yes, but also mistrust, barring physical intimacy. okay. ok. if a dungeon reflects the mentality of its lord, all of this might suggest that mithrun was not able to have any real desire for a relationship with this person. his unwillingness to be vulnerable or let another person in was insurmountable. but in that case, why was she such a focal point that she remained to the end, after his dungeon had stopped creating iterations of his friends to come and visit him? why would he get so upset over her meeting with his brother that he became lord of a dungeon about it?

well. mithrun's brother was also interested in her, probably genuinely. and mithrun had to win.

you have an older brother who your parents completely ignore, probably in part because he is chronically ill/disabled and almost definitely in part because he received a ton of recessive traits that resulted in rumors that he was an illegitimate child. you are aware, most likely because those same parents fucking told you, that you actually are an illegitimate child. but they keep you around because you had the good fortune of looking just like your mother. what can that possibly teach you but that you, like your brother, are disposable?

it's utterly unsurprising that mithrun, under these circumstances, developed a pathological need to be better than everyone around him. people don't keep you otherwise. i'd argue this is also why he says he looked down on everyone he knew while milsiril claims his dungeon reeked of feelings of inferiority—he sought out people's worst traits and prioritized them in his mind to protect his already extremely fragile sense of self-worth, and all the while he tried to be as likable and high-performing as he possibly could be. his parents disposed of him anyway, but even then he tried to keep up the performance. he was kind to everyone. he never once lost to a dungeon.

when he saw his "love interest" meeting up with his brother, what he saw was himself being replaced by a person his parents had always treated as worthless, and if that was what they thought of the child they'd kept, what value could anyone possibly see in the bastard they'd given away to die? mithrun and kabru tell the story like he wanted to win this unnamed elf's heart, but it was never about being with her. it was about cementing his worth, proving that he didn't deserve to be thrown away.

and so it's particularly cruel that his demon discarded him, too. but maybe it's also particularly gentle that, in the end, there was someone who refused to even consider giving up on him.

kui laid it out in three panels better than i could hope to.

yeah. it's love. you wanted to be loved, even when the only way you were able to understand it was through the desire to be wanted, and you wanted that so badly that the idea of being consumed felt like the promise of finally mattering to someone.

[egophiliac]

doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus

watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫

(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)

[iamanartichoke]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

Enjoy the fandom things.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

due to the nature of toronto being at least 5% film set at any given time, there's companies that take the shitloads of leftover prop nonsense and garage sale it out to us normal folks

but i gotta say.

this sure is fuckin SOMETHING.

HUH OK

im ngl these'd make the backyard beer coolers of all time

shoutout to @unfortunatebedhead for sending me these screenshots and therefor being the VERY FIRST things i saw once i got home from work

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Soup solves everything.

[eldritchblep]

I'm not saying that 84% of the Critical Role fanart I've made in the last few years is Aeor, but I'm also not saying it isn't exactly that. So getting the opportunity to paint canon pre-Calamity Aeor might be my new favorite thing.

[yubriamakesart]

"Scrooge said that he would see him—yes, indeed he did. He went the whole length of the expression, and said that he would see him in that extremity first." - Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol