#Miso talks about politics

[9misorai]

I will never forgive privileged people who voted for 02

[euaphora]

✎ᝰpart two

colleague!kento who hates having to wake up every morning to deal with irritating people from his work, everything seemed to piss him off or made him upset. nobody would invite him out for drinks except you.

colleague!kento who was slightly surprised when you came up to him before the evening ended, he was pretty nervous to talk to you since you always seemed to avoid him, or so he thought.

colleague!kento who watched your glossed lips touch, of course he wasn’t paying attention, he had only been thinking about many different ways you could be using your plumped lips for…“so should I take that as a yes?” you ask, awkwardly waiting for him to respond. “huh? yeah sure, whatever…sounds good.”

colleague!kento who watches you jump up and down to his response, seeing you skip away. He shrugs it off and proceeded to type away on his computer. couple hours later, he feels his phone vibrate. picking up the phone, he hears a female voice on the other line who seems to be you.

colleague!kento who rushes over to the bar you were at, he completely forgot you asked him for something but since he wasn’t paying attention, he didn’t know you had asked him if he wanted to go drinking with his other colleagues.

colleague!kento who enters the bar and immediately spots you, you had been munching on bowls of miso soup and washed it down with a couple of drinks while everyone else danced to the music or rambled about how hard work has been lately.

colleague!kento who laughs at the small mess you made and walks over to you, pulling out the chair that’s sitting next to you from the table. you turn you head to the left and look up to spot him already looking at you.

colleague!kento who politely denies your offer when you ask, “oh hey, do you want some?” you seemed a little tipsy, but not to the point where your face would fall straight into the hot bowl filled with veggies.

colleague!kento who holds onto your body, pushing you back so you wouldn’t get too close to him but just enough we’re you could stand on your own.

colleague!kento who immediately got impatient with the way everyone started acting—looking over at your direction and realizing you were already staring— he laughs it off but stops when he sees you pulling closer to him. You give him a big smile and look down towards his soft, plump pink lips.

colleague!kento who starts to get nervous, he never felt this type of feeling—besides when he had work being due the same day and had to turn it in already— but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself when he pushed you away. He didn’t want to have any intimate actions with you when you were not sober.

colleague!kento who reassured you after you asked him, “is it because my breath smells like soup?” while pouting you lips towards him, he laughs it off and shakes his head, “I wouldn’t want for you to regret anything that happens tonight tomorrow morning, bunny.”

colleague!kento who doesn’t realize the face you make after his comment, or the way your plush thighs clenched at the pet name. you loved the way he was so responsible and respectful towards you, only making you a little more wet in between your legs.

[darlingsblackbook]

Distant echoes 2

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Arranged marriage AU

Summary : The time of an old pact, promising your hand to the heir of the Gojo clan, has come. It is now your wedding, how will the two of you continue from here?

Wordcount : 1,2K

Warnings : Angst, distant gojhoe, feeling sad, loneliness, efforts of making things better not being appreciated >:(

AN : this is part two! Part one

The penthouse was quiet, almost too quiet. The kind of silence that had weight, pressing down on me like the realization that this was my life now.

I sat at the kitchen counter, staring at the neatly packed bento box I had spent the last hour preparing. It was simple, but I had made sure to include all the things I’d heard he liked—miso-glazed salmon, a few vegetables, and some rice shaped carefully into little balls. It wasn’t much, but it was something. A small attempt to bridge the unspoken distance between us.

I glanced at the clock. He was supposed to be back by now. He had said he’d come by to grab some things before heading to the school. I wasn’t sure if he meant to take the lunch I’d made. Maybe he wouldn’t. He rarely took notice of the little things I did around here.

With a quiet sigh, I stood up and walked over to the window, my fingers resting lightly on the cold glass. The city below was alive—people going about their day, living their lives, free. I watched them sometimes, wondering what it would have been like to have a choice in mine. Would I have still ended up here? Married to a man like Gojo Satoru? Or would I have been living a quieter, simpler life far away from the world of sorcerers and clans?

I shook the thought away. It didn’t matter now. I had promised myself I would make the best of this, even if I had to do it alone.

The first few days after the wedding were the hardest. The house was too big, too empty, and Gojo… well, Gojo didn’t seem to care much about spending time in it. He rarely stayed overnight, and when he did, it was in the guest room. I didn’t mind that so much—sharing a bed would’ve been too awkward, too much too soon—but the constant absence… that hurt more than I expected.

At first, I tried to be patient. I knew this wasn’t what he wanted. We were both pawns in a game neither of us had asked to play. But even knowing that didn’t stop the sting of his coldness. He never yelled or raised his voice. He wasn’t mean, not in the traditional sense. But the way he looked at me, or rather, the way he didn’t look at me, made it clear he was keeping his distance.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he hated me.

I wasn’t naive. I knew what people said about me—too quiet, too shy, too passive. Someone like Gojo, with his larger-than-life presence, probably found me boring. The few times we had exchanged words, it had been about mundane things, small conversations about when he’d be back or if he wanted me to pick up groceries. He always answered politely but never lingered long enough to let the conversation grow into something more.

But still, I wanted to try.

I had started leaving small gestures around the house. Things I hoped he might notice. A clean kitchen, his clothes folded neatly after I’d done the laundry, meals prepared in the fridge. Nothing extravagant, just enough to show I was trying. I thought maybe he’d say something, acknowledge it. Maybe even thank me.

But he never did. Every time he came by, it was like I wasn’t even there. He’d grab his things, maybe say a quick “see you later,” and leave.

And every time, I was left standing alone in the quiet, wondering if this was how it would always be.

I sat back down at the counter, staring at the bento box again. My fingers traced the edge of the container as I bit my lip. Why did it feel so hard to talk to him? To say something that wasn’t about practical things or politeness? I wanted to ask him how his day was, how he really felt about all of this. I wanted to know if he was as lost as I was.

But every time I tried, the words caught in my throat. Maybe because I was afraid of the answer. Afraid that he really did resent me for being here. For being his wife.

A key turned in the lock, and my heart skipped a beat. He was back.

I quickly stood, smoothing down the front of my apron and trying to calm the nervous flutter in my chest. I shouldn’t be this anxious every time he came home, but I couldn’t help it.

Gojo stepped inside, his white hair slightly tousled, wearing his usual casual uniform. He didn’t glance in my direction at first, walking over to the living room to grab a duffel bag he had left there earlier.

“Hey,” he said offhandedly, his voice as nonchalant as always. “I’m just grabbing a few things. I’ll be out of your way soon.”

I forced a small smile, even though I knew he wasn’t really looking at me. “I made you lunch,” I said softly, gesturing to the bento box on the counter.

He paused for a second, his eyes flickering toward it. “Oh. Thanks.” His voice was polite but distant, like he was acknowledging it more out of obligation than anything else.

My heart sank. “I… I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry later,” I added quickly, trying to fill the silence. “So I thought maybe…”

But before I could finish, he slung the duffel over his shoulder and gave a brief nod. “I’ll grab something later. Thanks, though.”

And just like that, he was gone.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me in the same heavy silence that seemed to follow him out. I stared at the uneaten bento, the neat little lunch that was now useless, and felt a tight knot form in my chest.

He hadn’t even looked at me.

I slowly sank back down onto the stool, the faint hope I had been holding onto slipping further away. I knew he hadn’t wanted this marriage any more than I had, but I hadn’t expected to feel so… invisible.

I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, the ticking of the clock on the wall the only sound in the room. Maybe I should stop trying so hard. Maybe I should just accept that this was how things were going to be. A marriage in name only, two people living in the same space but never really knowing each other.

But no matter how hard I tried to convince myself of that, there was still a part of me that clung to hope. Hope that one day he might look at me and see more than just a duty. That maybe, if I kept trying, he’d see the effort I was putting in and realize that I wasn’t as indifferent to this as he seemed to be.

But for now, all I could do was wait. Wait and hope that the distance between us would eventually shrink, even if only by the smallest margin.

Because as much as I tried to tell myself that I didn’t care, that his coldness didn’t hurt—it did. It hurt more than I wanted to admit.

And the worst part was, I didn’t know how to fix it.

♡

Taglist : @big-simp-energy

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[winxanity-ii]

IT'S ME, MARIO!

ship: itadori x fem!reader warnings: non-explicit word count: 1.7k a/n: idc idc idc, yuji would definetly make a fool of himself if he knew you were nervous

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Since living on campus, you'd adjusted to being on your own. It had been… interesting, to say the least.

Moving from the comfort of your hometown, where you knew everyone and everyone knew you, to a sprawling university was like stepping into another world.

But you'd managed. Slowly but surely, you'd found your rhythm.

You'd been pushing yourself to attend those countless events and programs that the campus threw at you, dipping your toes into the waters of socializing at your own pace.

Sometimes, it was easier to just be a face in the crowd, observing from the sidelines, taking mental notes of how people interacted, what made them tick.

You'd practiced small talk like it was an art form—commenting on the weather, complimenting someone’s shirt, asking what their major was—and for the most part, you'd gotten better at it.

It was a slow process, but you were learning to navigate the chaotic dance of college life.

Currently, you were sitting in your honors open communication class, trying to remember how to breathe without making it seem like you were hyperventilating.

The classroom, with its cozy size of about ten people, should have felt intimate, manageable. But instead, it felt like a pressure cooker. Every word, every glance, every single goddamn breath felt magnified.

You were staring blankly at the front of the room as your classmate, Akane, wrapped up her presentation on how to cook a traditional Japanese breakfast: tamagoyaki, miso soup, grilled fish, rice, and even a beautiful spread of pickled vegetables.

It sounded extravagant, yet she made it look so simple.

Probably because she didn't have to wrestle with the invisible, clawing beast of anxiety like you did every time you so much as thought about public speaking.

Your palms were sweaty, knees weak—okay, maybe not that dramatic, but still. You were jittery and nervous, your pulse a steady drum in your ears because you were up next. And Akane, bless her, was finishing up with a flourish, her smile bright and confident.

You tried to take a deep breath, feeling your throat tighten. Itadori Yuji, sitting right next to you, leaned over slightly, his shoulder brushing yours, and whispered, "Hey, you okay?"

You managed a stiff nod, mumbling out a barely audible, "Yeah." But you didn’t dare look at him, because you knew the concern in his eyes would undo you. Instead, you stared hard at the scratched-up desk in front of you, willing yourself not to freak out.

Yuji knew about your anxiety. You'd confided in him more than once, spilling the mess of thoughts that spiraled in your head before you had to speak in front of people.

How your heart raced, your mouth went dry, your hands shook. How no matter how much you prepared, how many times you practiced, your body still froze up.

It was like your brain and body were in this weird, dysfunctional relationship where neither of them wanted to cooperate.

"L/N-chan?" Your professor, Nitta Akari, said your name with that polite, expectant tone that sent another jolt of panic through you.

You opened your mouth, but before you could make any sound that resembled a response, Yuji spoke up.

"Sorry, teach, but is it alright if I go first? I'm a little shy…" His voice was as smooth and casual as ever, and you turned to look at him, utterly confused.

What the hell?

Nitta-sensei blinked but nodded, clearly caught off guard. "Uh, sure, Itadori-kun. Go ahead."

Yuji stood, giving you a quick wink as he made his way to the front of the room. You were still processing what just happened when he started speaking, but instead of launching into the well-thought-out paper on global warming you helped him prepare, he began with: "Mario, the Idea vs. Mario, the Man."

You blinked. Once. Twice.

What the fuck?

"Everyone knows Mario is cool as fuck. But who knows what he’s thinking? Who knows why he crushes turtles? And why do we think about him as fondly as we think of the mythical (nonexistent?) Dr. Pepper? Perchance…"  

You couldn't even react properly because he was already going off, delivering the opening lines with this bizarre mixture of enthusiasm and conviction, as if he was genuinely pondering the existential meaning of a pixelated plumber's life.

Everyone in the room, including Nitta-sensei, was staring at him with varying degrees of confusion.

There was a couple of snickers, and you saw one of your classmates, Yuki, already recording this on her phone, probably for TikTok.

Yuji, however, was undeterred, fully committing to the bit as he paced slightly, gesturing with his hands like he was giving a TED Talk. "Why does he crush turtles? Is it because he's saving the princess? Or is it because he's trying to save himself from his own internal void? Is it about the princess or the chase?"

You were sitting there, mouth slightly agape, because this was not what you spent hours helping him research. You'd spent countless nights, coffee-fueled and sleep-deprived, going over statistics and climate change projections, not pondering Mario’s deep-seated motivations for stomping on Goombas.

"And those mushrooms. Seriously, who decided that eating weird fungi would make you bigger? What kind of metaphorical bullshit is that? Some kind of growth narrative, maybe? Mario, the eternal underdog—"

"—Itadori-kun," Nitta-sensei interrupted, her voice carrying that unmistakable tone of an adult who's trying very hard to stay patient. Her eyebrow was twitching ever so slightly, and you could almost hear her internal scream as she tried to make sense of whatever the hell Yuji was talking about. "What point are you trying to make with this?"

Yuji blinked, completely unbothered, like he'd only just noticed he'd wandered off into another dimension of thought. "I dunno, but I think…" he trailed off, his eyes flickering around the room like he was looking for the answer somewhere in the air.

It was almost endearing, the way he tilted his head like a confused puppy, his lips pursed as if deep in thought.

There was a pregnant pause, the kind that stretched on just long enough to become uncomfortable. Nitta-sensei exhaled, the sound barely restrained, and she muttered his name again, "Itadori-kun." There was a warning there, a gentle push for him to get back on track, but you could tell her patience was wearing thin.

And in that moment, something in you snapped, like a rubber band stretched too far.

You knew you should let him flounder in his awkwardness, let him take the hit because, well, he put himself in this situation. But instead, you heard yourself saying, "I think Itadori-kun is trying to say that Mario isn't just a game character. He's a symbol of all the pointless shit we chase in life, only to find out the reward wasn't even in the castle—it was in the journey..." The words tumbled out in a rush, your voice wobbling slightly, and you felt the eyes of the entire class on you.

There was a beat of silence, then another, before Yuji broke into a grin, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Yup! That's what I was trying to say!" He clapped his hands together, looking almost proud, and you couldn't help but feel a little heat rise to your cheeks.

How does he make everything sound so simple, so obvious?

Nitta-sensei just sighed, rubbing her forehead like she was trying to ward off a headache. She looked at Yuji, then at you, then back at Yuji, her expression caught between exasperation and something almost like amusement. "Alright, thank you, Itadori-kun," she said finally, her voice dry. "For that… unique interpretation."

She waved a hand, clearly done with the whole ordeal. You could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, like she was trying not to laugh, and it made you feel a tiny bit better.

At least she wasn't mad.

Just as she opened her mouth again, probably to call your name, the bell rang, loud and obnoxious and utterly glorious. You nearly sagged in relief, your muscles unwinding all at once.

The class collectively began to shuffle, packing up their things with the sluggish enthusiasm of students who had made it through yet another class.

Nitta-sensei sighed again, louder this time, and you almost felt bad for her. "Those of you who didn't present today will need to submit a recording since we spent too much time on…" She gestured vaguely at Yuji, who grinned sheepishly, "…this."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, relief flooding through you as you started packing up your things, all the tension and worry melting away like snow in the spring sun.

You glanced at Yuji, who was already waiting for you by the door, his bag slung over one shoulder, looking like he'd just casually won the lottery.

As you walked over, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him. "What the hell was that, Yuji? Why didn't you read the presentation we practiced?"

He shrugged, giving you a lopsided grin. "I saw you were nervous, and I figured if I made a fool of myself first, maybe you wouldn't be so worried. You know, like, break the ice or something."

Your heart gave a little flip at that, and you couldn’t help the small, soft smile that tugged at your lips. He'd always been like this since you met him—considerate in his own goofy, unpredictable way. "Thank you, Yuji..." you murmured, feeling your face heat up a bit, the corners of your mouth curling up despite yourself. "Seriously, that was… really sweet."

Yuji beamed at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No problem! I like being there for you, you'd do the same for me."

You giggled, the tension easing out of your shoulders as you nodded. "Alright, how about I buy you lunch at The Den to fully show my appreciation. Deal?"

"Deal!" He practically bounced on his feet, his energy infectious, as he reached out and took your hand, his fingers interlocking with yours in a warm, comfortable grip.

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but his touch was gentle and familiar, and you found yourself relaxing, your hand fitting perfectly in his.

"Come on, I'm craving those teriyaki burgers!" he said, already pulling you into the hallway, the two of you blending into the sea of students rushing off to their next classes.

You couldn't help but shake your head, a fond smile playing on your lips as you let him drag you along, your heart feeling a little lighter, your worries a little less daunting.

Maybe public speaking wasn't your thing, but having someone like Yuji by your side, you figured you'll be just fine.

A/N: hahaha i just couldn't help myself after seeing this meme going around online...

[forbiddenmoss]

Part 2

2 hours.

What to do for 2 hours that doesn't lead to worrying about a possible pregnancy.

Feed the chickens. Ah yes the cute little chickens. There is Alice and Gertrude pecking away happily and there is Henrietta proudly showing off her first chicks. Such a good mama hen the motherly instinct came naturally.

Are these maternal instincts? Broodiness? Is this a sign I'm pregnant and I should just sell the farm and run back to the city get on my knees and beg joja for my old life back?

Breathing becomes a challenge like their lungs are being crushed by the possible responsibility. What if it's positive? What if I can't do it? Was the farm a mistake? What if it was all a mistake? With each thought their breathing gets shallower. Faster. Why is everything so bright? So loud? So much?

Their thoughts get interrupted by a leg nudge. Miso. He rubbed against their legs making little chirps for attention. And who are they to refuse miso head scratches? His fur was soft and quite warm from the morning sun. He had changed so much since Marnie first brought him to the farm. He was tiny so small so scared he just hid under the bed for the first couple days. But with time and patience and alot of fresh caught fish he changed he grew now he was like an old friend who slept on there bed and brought them dead birds. They came along way.

The chickens were all happily clucking away. The farm was coming together (thanks to robin) and while it was a slow start they were making a small profit.

It might not be easy but it's not impossible.

You've got this.

8:30 time to walk over to Harvey's. The day was irritating beautiful. Like the beginning of some romance and they were off to meet the love of there life. Well not today. Probably not tomorrow. Today's plan was to go to the doctors, find out if they are pregnant. If they are not off to the saloon to celebrate. If they are PANIC. But it would be negative they were completely over reacting... They had to be.

They were nearly knocked off their feet as they walked face first into Shane who barely responded.

"you better watch where you're going" was all he muttered before walking off like they didn't exist. But that was Shane. Marnie had say not to take it personally but it's hard not to. Leah and Elliot have their little creative group they aren't a part of, Sebastian, Abigail and Sam were nice but it felt out of politeness, Hailey is in a mood over something they done (what it was no one seems to sure), Emily is sweet but they rarely see each other, same with maru, penny doesn't really talk much which just leaves Harvey who they've rarely spoken to but is now the first person to find out they are pregnant. Or they are not pregnant.

Well the clock struck 9:00. The doctors is open.

Luckily the doctors was empty. Maru must not be working today. Harvey was quite chipper happily sorting through papers. When he noticed the farmer and smiled.

"oh hello hello I've been meaning to see you about a check up. I do it with my new patients I'll be a moment just setting u-"

"ithinkimpregnat" it came out quite fast and quite to the point but no point wasting time.

That caught Harvey off guard he stared at them in surprise before quickly composing himself. " O-k ..." Clears throat "ok we can find out for definite have you done an at home test?"

"n-no I'd need to order one from Pierre he doesn't stock medical things and joja mart has them but..." The reality started to sink in again.

"ah yes those tests aren't very reliable they are known for false negatives. If you pop in the back room we can find out the test doesn't take to long"

He gestures to the door leading the way. Through the door. Walk through the door. why is this so difficult need to find out. Today. But what if-

"hey" Harvey's voice snapped them out of it his facial expression soft, gentle he looked so understanding. "If this is to soon we can wait it doesn't have to be today. It's ok take a breath take your time"

Deep breath

"no. I need to know. I'm ready"

[morinotsume]

@mutantmuses // a light from the shadows shall spring - logan/jean

A man shouldn't be pleased at the ruination of another man's marriage. It was a refrain Logan had been hammering into his own brain for months now, drowning his thoughts in everything from cheap swill to top-shelf, rare-vintage whiskey normally only saved for special occasions. But shit, how much more special did it get, to tell a man you'd been giving hell for years 'I told you so'?

He'd warned Scott. Told him if he didn't show that woman she was valued and respected, eventually she'd get sick of his shit. Kid never did want to listen.

Still, Logan didn't rest on his laurels, didn't rub Scott's nose in it (any more than he deserved, anyway). He went about life as normal, same as everybody else in the Institute, politely didn't comment when Scott moved back into his old room in the teachers' wing. Didn't gloat. Which, it seemed, some people did expect of him, but who was he if he didn't surprise people now and then? He took Scott out for a drink, tried to cheer him up, but it was like talking to a brick wall. To Scott, everything about the 'deal' the Professor had made stank of capitulation. Of bending the knee.

As for Logan… well, better to bend the knee than have a boot at his neck.

It was his turn to spearhead dinner for the kids. He'd decided a little treat was in order: onigiri in several varieties (salmon flake, chicken-veggie and furikake nori as a vegan option), miso and veggie soups, and anko, red bean paste wrapped in dough. Some of the kids wound up picking the cold sandwiches that were off to the side, but most got excited when they saw Mr. Logan behind the line, especially since he didn't mind taking the odd request. Now, though, the bell had sent them scurrying back to their classes, and he, rag over his shoulder, set to cleaning up the mayhem left behind.

Though, he stopped, and put on a friendly half-smile when a familiar redhead appeared in the doorway. "Saved ya a couple," he offered, nodding to the covered tray with what remained of the onigiri. "Had ta fight off a kid with tentacles. How ya doin', Jeannie?"

[hagumiluver]

Why I Love Shizuku Hinomori

This is less gonna be a full blown analysis and more me gushing over Shizuku and her unit focuses but here we go:

From first impressions, Shizuku comes off as someone who's absolutely gorgeous, but also an airhead. This is probably how alot of people perceive in her in the fandom.

But — just from the main story alone, you can see that's she's much more than that. During MMJ's main story, she offers to help train Minori in order to pass her idol audition, displaying her kindness from the very beginning. However, an altercation occurs between Shizuku and Airi — a fellow idol who's also her rival. Airi lashes out at her, admitting feelings of jealously towards the girl for being admired as an actual idol while she gets reduced to nothing but a laughing stock.

Shizuku runs away in tears, while Airi immediately regrets her actions towards the rival that she admired and looked up to. The tall idol thinks about her past, specifically with how Airi encouraged her to keep going as an idol despite her low confidence — which is why Airi's words shattered her heart deeply, as Shizuku believed that she was different from the others who only sought after her looks.

We also get to learn about CheerfulDays, the now ex idol group that Shizuku was in. They held very strong feelings towards her due to the fact that she was favored by their managers, and got special treatment, even though they all put in the effort as idols.

I'll talk about her treatment in CheerfulDays in more detail later, but for now... The idol makes a sudden decision to quit the group, which surprises Minori, Haruka, and especially Airi. The three go and confront CheerfulDays, ending with Shizuku bidding farewell to the idol group, holding no resentment to them despite their mistreatment of her.

Shizuku's kindness is something that gets displayed as early as the main story, with her accepting Airi's apology quickly, and politely saying goodbye to her ex group mates, even briefly apologizing for being disappointing as the center.

Fast forwarding a bit, MMJ gets formed — and makes the decision to do livestreams, as they seem to be best option for independent idol groups such as themselves.

During Shizuku's first event story, MMJ officially announces their formation to the world, with them getting mixed responses — mostly from the people who supported Airi, Haruka, and especially Shizuku in their past groups.

We get more elaboration on what exactly happend with Shizuku while she was in CheerfulDays, and learn that she acted very drastically from the girl that people close to her know her as. She was elegant, confident, and flawless — essentially "perfect."

However — this persona of hers was heavily pushed by her managers, with them editing out any mistakes in talk shows, TV recordings, and more. Alot of the attention she got was mostly from to her looks, which led people to have their own perceptions of how she acted, only to get deeply disappointed by Shizuku's actual personality.

This led to Shizuku feeling very self conscious of how she acted, making sure that she behaved exactly in line with how she was in CheerfulDays. This is the main conflict in her first event story, the fear that her fans wouldn't love her anymore if she stayed true to her actual character, and didn't act "perfect."

This belief gets affirmed by a mishap that happens in one of MMJ's livestreams, where Shizuku admits to putting miso soup in her container instead of the expected water, leading to an onslaught of confused and negative commenters — but one specific comment hit her the most: "this isn't Shizuku."

This encapsulates the way that Shizuku's feigned image has dominated the publics perception of her to the point where anything other than the flawless, perfect her is rejected in its entirety.

Airi compares her to a swan, which is accurate to her character. Swans look graceful and elegant, but under the surface — they're quickly paddling their feet in the water in order to swim, just like how Shizuku on a daily basis tries her hardest and practices 24/7 in order to keep up the image she's maintained for so long.

In the end, Shizuku's fans accept her for who she really is — a clumsy, airheaded yet kind and determined individual who tries her damn hardest ever single day.

Now — onto Shizuku's second focus, which centers around her insecurity and lack of confidence in herself.

MMJ makes a competition where they all design stage outfits for the group — with the winner getting their idea officially made by their fans.

Shizuku struggles with an outfit concept for the group, due to her lack of confidence in her own ideas from the trauma she has with a lack of self identity.

She eventually confides with MMJ Miku and remembers her first time in CheerfulDays preparing for a performance — where she wasn't confident at all despite the continuous practice she did prior.

But — after she officially gets introduced to her unit outfit, she gains enough confidence and the performance becomes a success — due to the support from her group mates prior to their conflict, and the outfit she was wearing — which essentially "transformed" her into a different person.

Shizuku finally gets motivated, and manages to make separate outfits for each member of MMJ aside from herself — each incorporating their differences while still looking unified.

The story ends with her wanting to spread the "magic" that was put on her when she wore the CheerfulDays outfit with the rest of MMJ, determined to aim for new heights together as a group.

We finally get to Shizuku's most recent focus, where she with the rest of MMJ are forced to confront CheerfulDays and resolve tension between the two groups.

When MMJ first get the sudden announcement of them holding a segment with CheerfulDays, she puts on a strong face in front of the group and says that she's fine with the situation.

However, Airi privately goes and asks her if she's really fine with the arrangement due to her rocky past with group, but Shizuku reassures her that she's fine — and has known for awhile that there was a possibility of the two groups encountering eachother sooner or later now that MMJ is officially entering the idol industry. Infact, she sees this as an opportunity to reconnect with her old idol group, and show them show much she's grown and changed since then.

Before the segment occurs — a flashback starts that explains CheerfulDays current attitude towards Shizuku. At first, they supported her, covering for her mistakes, which made Shizuku feel like she relied too much on the others as the center of the group and wanted to make up for that.

But — as time went on, she got scouted for more and more independent work due to her sheer popularity, to the point where she barely showed up for actual performances with the group. Conflict started occurring when Shizuku missed a theatre performance that was very important to the rest of the group for a shooting on the same day — despite the fact that she had the power to move the dates in advance.

This is when CheerfulDays started turning on her, frustrated at her lack of motivation as the center of the group, and how they essentially got reduced to Shizuku's background dancers. This culminated into them relentlessly bullying her for the prettiest of things, like her stage outfit being misplaced.

Now onto the actual segment with CheerfulDays and MMJ. The two groups talk about various different topics, before Arisa, the new center of the group brings up a question that wasn't in the script — Shizuku's drastic behavior shift from the one she showed in CheerfulDays.

Everyone in MMJ gets caught off guard with the question, Airi and Haruka calling out the malicious intent veiled with curiosity.

But in the end, Shizuku answers that she put on that "perfect" persona of hers due to her insecurity — which is simultaneously the truth and a lie at the same time, because while she lacked the confidence in herself — her managers pushed the image of a flawless person onto her, with them making scripts for her and the like. She answers this way as to absolve her former managers from any guilt in the situation.

She admits to the public that she troubled alot of people due to how poor she acted as a center, and formally apologizes on TV.

However — she also says that the her in CheerfulDays days and the her in mmj are the same person, and won't fault anyone that feels betrayed by her major personality shift. Despite those grievances, she asks for everyone to support the current her, as she'll try her best to spread hope to everyone in her own way — as a member of MMJ.

Everyone gets impressed by her response to the question, with Airi in particular admitting her admiration toward the idol — saying how her real self is much better than the one her managers came up with.

After the recording is over, Arisa goes up to MMJ privately — wanting to talk to Shizuku. She's met with hostility by Haruka and Airi before Shizuku steps in, intending on apologizing to Arisa.

She apologizes to the CheerfulDays center for something she said in the past — her wishing that someone else took the role as a center. Shizuku now recognizes that she took advantage of the position of power that many people yearn to someday have, and strives to do better as an idol, now being able to stand on her own without relying heavily on other people.

Her apology gets cut short by Arisa, who wishes her good luck in the idol industry — and bids her farewell. She doesn't reconcile with CheerfulDays, but she does manage to resolve tension in her relationship with Arisa — which may serve well in any future encounters between the two.

At the end of her third focus, Shizuku reflects upon the growth she's had between not even being able to speak without a script to now managing to properly confront her old group despite being caught by surprise. She desires to spread hope to all the people who supported her — regardless if it was her in CheerfulDays or MMJ. With that goal of hers cemented, the event ends.

One thing that all of Shizukus events have in common is the determination to stay true to herself despite her fears — from her recultancy from her first focus to her absolute confidence in her third focus. Shizuku has grown alot from the main story.

This analysis of her character focuses alot on her personal growth — but that's just one aspect of her character. There's many things to love about Shizuku, like her ability to emphasize with other people, her hardworking nature, the kindness she shows to everyone she comes across — and even her silly moments, like her struggle with phones, her absolutely horrible sense of direction, her short attention span, and much more.

I could ramble even more about how she tries to help people regardless of the results, like her attempts to help Haruka relax during his first focus. (I use he/him pronouns for haruka)

However, this is where I'm gonna end this analysis. Shizuku is an absolutely amazing character, and I'll be happy if other people get to appreciate her from reading this. Live laugh MMJ, that is all.

[lorde-taciturno]

Enough time has passed so i wanna talk about it The best scene in Kamen Rider Gotchard so far Exactly, the Meaty Cream Puff scene

I know, you know, we all know, the scene per se is unimportant, the acting is tacky, the dialogue is a bit off... Technically not the greatest of the scenes in the franchise but yet it is my favorite scene in this series. Why? I'm glad you asked, i love talking my hyperfoci. First, context: The scene follows a warming moment between Houtaro and Rinne when our little treasure conforts the genious girl after a cronfotation that opened scars in the girl resolution to follow rules.

A good scene that show how empatic Houtaro is to his friend, and adds to the theme of the episode: Is following the rules synonymous with doing the right thing? Then, the cerberus Malgan atacks and Kajiki, of course is Kajiki, posts of it on the internet. As a result, two interactions are interrupted. First, Renge is working in the Ichinose Kitchen when Sabi calls for her:

See how she confuses Sabi's nickname to the Sabe from saba miso? That's a great pun. It's human! It's a mistake that you can see yourself doing, it's so freaking natural! Following this, Sabi calls for Houtaro and Rinne, warning them about the monster right after the poor girl had been subjected to Houtaro's newest culinary monstrosity:

This scene has all! It brings back a character trait of Houtaro and puts Rinne to react to it, initially weirded out knowing the boy has make something terrible again and still trying it to politely say it's bad. The direction is also funny, playing with the camera and the characters' expressions very well. But why these scenes are so great to me? Why i like this simple interactions so much? BECAUSE THEY WERE INTERRUPTED! Both scenes shows that while protecting people and defeating monsters are our heros priority, they're not doing it 24/7. Renge is working with Houtaro's mon, either for the money, or to thank her for letting them stay there playing rebellious clandestine alchemists, Houtaro and Rinne are living their normal school life, the boy is still trying to make the perfect weird dish or whatever, the girl is still confronted with her friend's bad food on a daily basis. The life is still hapenning despite the plot! They are eating, working, studying, cooking... THEY ARE LIVING! And then! It's interrupted because a monster invades their daily life. The four kids rush to action... and the gags continues:

The monster who was obssed with food every time it appeared in the episode tries Houtaro food! The kids atenction are dragged to it, Rinne glances at her friend that can't take his eyes for the events that unfold... and the monster toss the food out cause even it can't take the boy's food.

The boy is heartbroken. It doesn't get better when he realises that rinne is silently agreeing in the background, making him shout of frustration while transforming to fight. This, my loved friends, is absolute cinema. This kind of characterization, this small moments, can do SO MUCH for this charcters! You empathize with Rinne when she is forced to agree with the monster that the food isn't the best, you feel sorry for Houtaro when even your friend agrees with a meat-obsessed monster about his cooking, you laugh with complicity when Renge gets Sabi's name wrong because of the dish she just delivered! These characters are suddenly humanized before your eyes! They are no more just characters, they're humans, they're friends, they are flawed, they are lovable. Gotchard 19 is my favorite episode so far, i loved Akiko-sensei writing and hope she comes back to the series soon!

[blankwashed]

Leaks to Love (Part 3) (previous chap)

(mentions of suicide, attempts, depression, language)

as mai hands over the miso, y/n’s hand trembles slightly, but she manages to keep her smile in place. however, the sight and smell of the miso trigger a flood of memories from the night of the incident, making her stomach churn with nausea. she forces herself to take a small sip, all the while fighting the urge to bolt from the room.

meanwhile, satoru watches y/n closely, his keen intuition picking up on her unease. he exchanges a knowing glance with mai, who seems oblivious to the tension in the air. sensing an opportunity to stir the pot, mai subtly probes y/n with passive-aggressive remarks, each one like a needle pricking at an already tender wound.

y/n grits her teeth, her dislike for mai simmering just beneath the surface. every polite smile she forces feels like a betrayal of her true feelings. she longs to lash out, to expose mai for the manipulative snake she truly is, but she knows she must bide her time.

finally, as the last remnants of the feast were cleared away, you found yourself alone with mai while satoru had to take care of something to do with club issues. the confusing anger in you that stemmed from something that happened in the pass. with a deep breath, you steeled yourself to address the elephant in the room.

“mai, can we talk?” you asked her softly. mai’s attention was wavered for a moment by your question. “of course, y/n. what’s on your mind?”.

you hesitated, the word catching in your throat like thorns. how could you confront her without revealing your suspicions? was she secretly working with your ex to tear down your reputation more? “i…i just wanted to thank you for helping with the meal. it was delicious and it was very kind of you,”.

mai smiled, betraying her carefully planned facade. “it was my pleasure, y/n. anything for a friend,” she said while helping you clean the empty dishes and bringing them to the sink.

her words hung in the air, laden with unspoken truths and unaddressed tensions. as the conversation dwindled into an uneasy silence, you were left with more questions than answers. was mai hiding something? and what did she hope to gain from her elaborate charade? was she flirting with satoru- well i mean anyone would, right?

“never thought you would consider me as a friend, mai. i mean- don’t you remember what you used to tell people about me?” you tried to control your anger but it all decided to come out, harshly. “ you’re even lucky that we’ve been “friends” ever since we were 7. all those years, all the hatred you threw at me, the people you made turn against me for no fucking reason! sometimes i just wished we never met, i wished i was born in a different country, or for me to fucking die! ” you broke down in front of the dining table, sobbing hard with feeling of suicidal thoughts creeping up again.

mai was taken aback at the sudden exploding of your expressions.

“nobody, i tell you, fucking nobody ever gave two fucks about me, never! and then when you see satoru coming in my life you just want to steal him away from me? fucking bitch!”

satoru heard the commotion from the dining room from the living room and rushed to see what was going on. he saw that you were crouching in the floor, hugging your thighs with mai who just finished washing up the dishes. he rushed to your side and crouched to your level.

“s-she…lie! don’t believe her, sa-satoru..she’s a bitch!” your tears kept running while you hugged him. he was still puzzled, unknown about what just happened.

mai was lost for words at that point, seeing that satoru was taking your side more at the moment. however, you were right. she did torment you ever since you became friends with her. it wasn't the correct time to explain the entire story to him.

"i think you'd better go, mai. thanks for helping prepare dinner," satoru wished her goodbye, also trying not to hurt her feelings. mai simply rolled her eyes and walked out of your dorm, sunglasses and her purse in hand.

you were still sobbing on satoru's chest. it was all too much for you to handle. satoru brought you up and sat you on the sofa, leaving to gather more tissues to wipe your tears. he was the only one that understood your situation right now.

"sa-satoru..." you spoke, eyes bulging from the painful tears that stung. you were heaving, makeup bashed and hair in a mess. satoru never left your side and replied with, "yes, y/n?" in the sweetest, most soothing voice imaginable. he was the only one you could confide in with.

you stood up, heading towards the knife holder that was placed beside the sink. you took up the knife, examined how sharp it was and how it would end your life if only if you dared to pierce it through your neck. "how's it feel..you know, having the metallic blood flow right out of your flesh..."

satoru noticed this and grabbed you by the waist, bringing you away from the sink and all the dangerous kitchen utensils you might think of harming your life with.

"y/n! don't even think about it, you're not that desperate are you? this entire case will be solved and removed from the internet, i am very sure the authorities are on this case right now. please, don't even think about it.." satoru spoke to you in a soft voice.

satoru doesn't want another one of his friends to take their life away. not again.

"how'd you know?! you can never understand how detrimental this is to my life, satoru...all the job interviews that i have to face in the future thinking that they might have watched the leaked footage, i don't even know if it was my ex's or my own fault at this point. gosh, i'm so fucking stupid, i don't deserve to live..." you continuously wail and hit his chest with your balled fists and head.

satoru was quite speechless but all he could do at that point was to rub his hands on your back. the smell of his cologne sort of put you at ease after some time. all the crying tired you out, till you were just sobbing on his shoulder. "it's okay, y/n..we'll get through this together okay? i won't leave your side till this ends, you've got my promise..."

you weren't able to thank him as you just fell asleep on his shoulder. it was fortunate that the next day is the end of the week, hence no classes. satoru had mentally planned to take you out and away from campus in order for you to forget about the week and it's troubles.

fam the poster is just trash cos i did it in 15 minutes i just slapped random colours on it LOL im just very stressed now cos of projects ughhhhhhhh wanna just get married to gojo and be done with life.

[dolphinsarejerks]

when she talks about chili the way she talks about

philosophy. When she describes it in terms of ephemerality and uniqueness,

tied to this moment, these decisions, these ingredients, this feeling, never to be repeated.

When she talks about it as political, existential, epistemological. When you put in everything you have, together:

carrots, adobo, potatoes, red miso paste, butter, mirin, straining convention and credulity to produce something impossible and exquisite.

When this moment is a fixed point in time, something that you'll revisit

every time you think about chili or about her,

knowing and accepting that the memory will change with each examination.

There is nothing permanent. Each moment flows to us, is held, and flows away. She plays

guitar in the morning and your heart opens with every note. This moment is worth the rest of your life.

[9misorai]

THE SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT ASTAGHFIRULLAH😭😭😭😭😭

at this point what made me hesitate to choose THAT candidate wasn't the party behind them but the vice president candidate

[purplesurveys]

1918

How old were you when you learned how to drive? I was taught when I was 17. Just around the village first, then my dad enrolled me in driving school where I learned to drive in highways.

Have you ever used a public payphone? I've only seen them around when I was much younger, but I don't remember ever using one.

Do you know what the most common bird is in your area? The maya.

How many teeth have you had extracted? Two wisdom teeth.

What’s a Halloween movie that you enjoy? Generic answer, but The Shining. I was also obsessed with Scream.

Would you ever walk a runway if given the opportunity? I honestly can't ever picture this happening, even if I'm offered money.. Too many lights! Too much attention! Hahahaha.

Would you say you’re in a good place mentally? It may look like it because I always seem so composed on the outside, but tbh my being composed is just me silently trying not to scream. I basically just do a much better job now of hiding angst. But I don't think I'm okay mentally – I'm very tired, and overwhelmed, and feel pulled in many different directions by many different people.

What’s a popular candy that you do not like? I don't like actual chocolate. Like on its own. Just thinking about it already hurts my throat, lol.

Do you bite your nails, cut them, or keep them long? I either peel them off or clip them.

Do you ever have to babysit? No but I imagine I'd be doing this a lot once my friends have kids.

Do you sing when alone? Sure.

Favorite pastel color? Pink and purple.

Favorite thing cats do? When I'm lying down and they lie down on my tummy :) Also, responding with meows whenever you talk to them.

Butterflies, or dragonflies? Butterfly.

Favorite kind of candy bar? Idk, are Reese's candy 'bars'? I like them anyway.

Favorite childhood store? There used to be this knickknacks store with plushies and other novelty stuff. I remember being face-to-face with a whoopee cushion for the first time thanks to that store (I also bought it).

Do you dream a lot? Do you remember your dreams? I do dream a lot, but I never remember any of my dreams.

Have you ever lucid dreamed? Nope.

Have you ever intentionally killed an animal for fun? I've done it with ants and mosquitoes.

What character trait are you most ashamed of? That I have? I'm so goal-focused and never focus on people's feelings.

Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Waffles if eating anything else with it, like chicken; pancakes if I'm eating them as is.

Are you craving anything right now? Eh not really. I had a heavy brunch this morning and don't feel like eating anything anymore until later in the evening.

Are you content just blending in with the crowd? Yes please...

Who is your celebrity crush? Kim Namjooooooooooon omg

If you had to choose a random color to dye your hair, what would you choose? Dark green. It was the first ever color I wanted to try, yet it never happened hahaha.

Do you like the color orange? No.

Have you ever shunned a family member or vice-versa? Yes, I am doing this with my brother and one of my uncles.

Favorite shade of blue? Indigo.

Favorite soup? Miso or mushroom.

Do you like mangoes? Hate them. One of my least favorite fruits.

What do you want most? To get a long break and be able to spend that time traveling.

How is your mental health? Work-wise, I am very tired and find everything overwhelming. Much more frustrating when you consider the context that I am the leader of the team, so I'm forced to be the one who must look and act as if I have a good head on my shoulders. I DO NOT. I am just as scared and burdened and overwhelmed as fucking everyone else. It's tiring.

Every other aspect, I'm fine.

What are you thankful for currently? That despite everything, I genuinely still do not feel like resigning.

What’s an unpopular opinion you have politically? Unpopular where I live but not necessarily everywhere else - but abortion for women should be legalized. Divorce should be legalized. Same-sex marriages should be recognized and legalized. The church should get the fuck out of state affairs.

Name a song that’s fun to sing along to. The song I'm currently listening to is - Wild Flower, RM and youjeen.

Who is tallest in your family? My dad.

Do you currently have a headache? No, not really.

What’s the first thing you usually do when you get off work or school? Head downstairs to play with the dogs.

If you could be famous for anything, what would you choose to be famous for? Something to do with content creation I guess? My sister always tells me I'm hilarious and that I should've started making TikToks years ago. I've never really pushed through with it because I don't think I can handle bashers lmao, and out of fear that I would run out of ideas at some point.

Who is your favorite YouTuber? Rhett and Link, and these days I've been pretty hooked on Ryan Trahan. I watch his stuff all day some days.

Who is the nicest person you’ve ever met? Angela. And her mom.

How about the meanest? I can't really think of anyone.

What was the last thing you spoke to your mom about? That I was going to leave already and not to expect me back until late tonight.

When is the last time you felt appreciated for something you did? Last night when I picked up the bag of mooncakes my mom forgot to bring home from her office. I was out myself, but was pretty far from where her workplace is, but I figured it was a Friday and it wouldn't be too much of a problem to go out of my way to pick up the bag. She just requested the favor as a joke, but I went ahead and did it and she seemed pretty grateful when she saw me come home with the mooncakes.

Are you the type of person who gets straight to the point? Yeah. No one likes it when someone beats around the bush anyway, so might as well.

Do you enjoy playing board games? No, I quickly get bored from them.

Are there any movies you are wanting to see? The sequel to Hello, Love, Goodbye; and Moana 2!

Do you feel uncomfortable when people you hardly know confide in you? I'll feel weird about it first, then feel flattered upon realizing that they trust me enough to confide in me.

What’s something you’re proud of yourself for? Being able to live life with my own company.

Have you ever gone over 3 months without shaving/waxing your legs? I don't think I've let it linger for that long.

Have you ever swam in a saltwater pool? No.

Do you think anyone has given up on you? Not at present, but someone's given up on me before.

Have you ever been pregnant? Nope.

Have you taken anyone’s virginity? I guess so.

Have you ever made your boy/girlfriend choose between you and someone else? No.

Do you remember when some of the Walmarts had a McDonald’s in them? I have no idea what you're talking about.

What is one recipe that you would like to learn how to make? My grandmas' kare-kare recipes. Both of theirs.

Do you believe that Jesus will come back in your lifetime? No.

Were you afraid of heights as a child? I wasn't scared of height per se, but I didn't like the sensation of being dropped from a high height – like rides or unusually high speed bumps. My stomach wasn't ever all that cool with that, until today.

Have you ever had a lead role in a play? Hell no.

Do you have a chandelier in your home? It's a mini chandelier more than anything? it's the best way I can put it lol. Nothing too grand, but also not a super plain lightbulb housing.

Are you a Jeffree Star fan? Or no? Nope.

Do you own a guitar? Specify. Which brand of guitar do you own? My sister's guitar is in our living room, although she has not trained in years. She had a phase when she was like 10 and never picked it up as a hobby again, lol. I have no idea what brand it is.

Are you a monogamous person? Or do you hate commitment? Monogamous.

Who was the last person who was rude to you? My aunt's assistant. ?????????? So unreasonably rude, and I wasn't having it that day to begin with so I just hurled his shit right back at him.

Have you ever met someone in person that you first met online? Yes, three of them. Two were sweethearts, one had been very rude that I cut him off the very next day.

Who do you know who is dyslexic? Nobody.

Is weed legal in your state? Divorce isn't even legal here lol

What is something that you used to be ashamed of, but now you’re not? My name.

Have you ever held a newborn baby? The newborn-est I've held was like a month old.

Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? The one I use for Twitter. It's been my username for the longest time (since 2010) and I personally just find it super witty hahah. Yes, I've used it for a bunch of other sites.

Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? Sure.

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to be around your ex everyday? No thank gooooooooodddddd.

Which condiment (ketchup, mustard, etc.) do you use the most of? Mayonnaise 100%

Would you ever flirt with somebody in front of your parents? No thanks.

Have your parents ever questioned your virginity? I mean they might be? but they'd never confront me about it.

How many of your friends play World of Warcraft? No clue.

Is there a certain song you like to headbang to? I can think of a handful.

Is there a garage or carport attached to your house? We do have a carport.

[orcashiki]

Day 0

I don't like airports. I don't like traveling. And yet, I find myself, once again, in the airport to go to another country.

I'm always really stressed about the trip until I'm past security and the plane is in the air. Then it's a magical void unbothered by time and space where I dive into the world of games, or in this case, draw a million things and then some.

Despite being a mostly empty flight, somehow I scored a window seat with another passenger next to me. He asked to be moved to the row in front so we could each have a whole row to ourselves, though.

I took Japan Airlines for the first time, and their food is okay. Apparently you can get miso soup as well, but I declined each time in anxiety. I'd like to try it when I fly back. I've always wondered if airplane food being bland in general is due to the altitude. Something about higher altitude requiring more salt? Don't quote me on that, though. It's pure conjecture on my part.

I've decided I prefer window seats now. I used to grab middle seats because I didn't really need to leave my seat, and I wanted to avoid getting up to let people out. Then a couple flights ago, two people of larger stature sandwiched me into half of my seat. Thankfully it was a domestic flight, so it was only 6 hours, but ever since I've tried to get window seats instead. If the person next to me decides to spread and take my space again, there's a bit more space at the window. The view is also very pretty.

At baggage claim, the security dog beelined to my backpack. They asked me if I had any fruit or meat products, and I told them there was only a breakfast blueberry muffin from the airport... When I took off my mask later at the hotel, I got hit by a wall of blueberry. The blueberry muffin must have had some really strong stuff, since my backpack still smells like it.

On the plane I was using English, but I told myself to talk to people in Japanese starting from customs. The customs people all spoke very clearly, as did the airport train clerk. I managed to get to my station without too much trouble, although as always I was very scared that I might've gotten on the wrong train.

When I reached the hotel, the doors were closed. I called front desk over the intercom, and a man picked up and said... something.

My mind blanked.

I defaulted to English, "Hi, I have a reservation..."

There was a pause, before the man said, "check in?" in a heavy Japanese accent.

And I was in. He went to find an employee who spoke English, and that person was very polite while walking me through everything. He also answered all of my strange foreigner questions as I looked around the apartment with wide eyes. The appliances still look a bit like black magic to me, but I'm sure I'll get familiar with them eventually.

[briamichellewrites]

19

Brie found her wedding dress! All she needed to do was try it on and buy it. It was a beautiful 1930s-inspired floor-length dress with lace, sleeves, and a silk sash that went around her waist. She preordered it online and was going to try it on once it arrived at the store. Jessica, Patti, and Donna agreed that it was gorgeous! Her sister and stepmother were flying in the next week to do wedding planning and dress shopping. She was so excited to have them!

Bruce and Patti were kept updated with the progress of the wedding planning. She and Mike toured venues before going over which one they were going to go with. They chose the Crystal Ballroom of the Beverly Hills Hotel. It had enough space for its guests to enjoy themselves, eat dinner, and dance the night away. They also booked hotel rooms for their out-of-town guests.

Their menu had a mix of vegan and non-vegan options for Rob and Brad. The caterer understood that their wedding would be alcohol-free, due to one of their guests being in recovery. Instead of wine, they chose mocktails (non-alcoholic cocktails), sparkling juice, and alcohol-free wine. The juice was selected for the children. For dinner, they chose: a charred filet mignon, a grilled center-cut ribeye, a vegetarian miso tofu, or an Indian brochette.

For dessert, they would have a S’mores bar with different variations, as well as the wedding cake. They chose a chocolate mousse cake with raspberry filling. It was delicious! She joked about getting hungry just thinking about the food. Mike laughed and agreed. It was going to be the best day of his life because he was marrying his best friend. Linsey, Jessica and Elisa were planning a bachelorette party.

Jason and Brad were planning the bachelor party. They both joked that it would not involve strippers. Mike laughed and thanked them. It would likely be a LAN party or a video game party. Brie’s party would probably involve a spa day or something very girly that didn’t involve alcohol, since she was underage. She left the planning to them because she wanted to be surprised. Phoenix jokingly asked if it would involve male strippers. No.

With every step, they were getting closer to their wedding. Muto and Bruce were helping him with what he needed to do. They all needed to rent or buy a tux, but they didn’t have to do that until six months before the wedding. Since the venue was going to be bigger than anticipated, he asked Phoenix, Brad, Rob and Chester if they wanted to be ushers. They would be honored!

He was happy to finally find something for his band to do, since he felt a little guilty about not including them. They were his brothers and he wanted them to be a part of his special day. They talked about going to Paris or Tokyo for their honeymoon. It would be warmer in Tokyo. He thought she would enjoy the city. She was very interested in going and learning about his culture. They could go to Paris another time. He found a package for a tour of Japan.

The website would take care of everything, including hotels. He would do more research before they decided. She ordered tuxedos for their dogs. They were adorable with a white shirt, black vest and a bow tie. The dogs were less than thrilled when she put them on.

brielikethecheese: If this isn’t adorable, I don’t know what is! For those wondering, the tuxedos lasted all of five minutes before they were begging for me to take them off. Dogs will be dogs.

Bark! Bark! Bark! After taking the picture, she quickly went over and took the tuxedos off. Thank you, human! That was not very comfortable! Mike told her she tried. How much money did she spend? They were only twenty dollars, plus shipping. That wasn’t too much. She was going to keep them for memory.

After spending the evening with Brad, Chester, and Jon, they were ready to just be by themselves. Brad had crashed their party and they were too polite to ask him to leave. He finally did after a couple of hours. During that time, he and Jon caught up on their lives and careers. She did her best not to show that she was not all that comfortable having him there.

Did she eventually put the cast iron skillet away? Yes, she did. They all went into the kitchen with her and Chester, where she put the purchases where they belonged. She then gave the dogs their new toys. They were so happy with them! Thank you, human! Chester mentioned having a doggie play date. That would be a very fun idea! Did he get a dog? Yeah, he adopted an eight-week-old Boston Terrier named, Bruiser. His kids loved him.

How many kids did he have? He had four boys: Jaime, Isaiah, Draven, and Tyler. Jaime and Isaiah were the biological brothers of his ex-girlfriend. He adopted Isaiah in 2006. Draven was from his first marriage and Tyler was from his second. He had split custody of all of them. Did he have a good relationship with the mothers? Only his first wife and ex-girlfriend. He fought very hard for Tyler.

It was not a clean divorce. She fought back against everything. He was ninety-nine point nine percent sure he was never getting married again. They laughed. He got married for the first time right out of high school and he rushed into his second marriage after his divorce. It was not something he recommended.

“No offense to Brie and Mike.”

“Nice save. We won’t cut you out of the will”, she joked.

“How’s wedding planning going? Are you closer to running off to Vegas”, Jon joked.

“It’s going well. We’ve made a lot of progress. There are moments where I do think about going to Vegas but not this far into planning.”

They figured out how to have his band be involved in the ceremony. Good for them. How about the bachelor party? That was being planned by his brother and their friend, Brad Delson. He was leaving it up to them what they were going to do. What about her? She was leaving it up to her sister and their friends, Linsey and Elisa. No, they wouldn’t be having strippers or getting drunk on alcohol.

She couldn’t drink anyway! Exactly! He laughed. It would most likely be a spa day. She told them she preferred to be surprised. Did they have a DJ? Yeah, Mike asked his friend, Joe to play during the reception. It was going to be so fucking cool! She was thinking about cutting her hair.

“What? Why”, Chester asked devastated.

“It’s hard work taking care of long hair.”

“How short are you thinking?”

“My shoulders. That way, I can still get it styled.”

They would have to have a memorial service for her beautiful long hair. They laughed. She went over and grabbed a scissors. After pulling her hair into a ponytail, Mike adjusted it to be shoulder length. He then used the scissors to cut off the ponytail.

When he was finished, she ran to the bathroom. Oh my god! She came back. What did she think? It looked so fucking awesome! She felt like a new woman! Chester told her she looked great! They all admired her new hairstyle. She would wash it later to get rid of the little hairs. They all took pictures of her with her holding the ponytail. Chester congratulated him on his work. Thank you!

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My DC x DP Masterpost

Here is my masterpost of works that fall into the category of a crossover of DC comics and Danny Phantom. Mostly, these will be notfics. If any of the links are broken please message me ASAP. Edit: I will not be doing taglists because people are quite frankly abusing the idea.

What's a notfic?

So, this was really common in fandom like 10 years ago but it's less common now so I'm just including this quick explanation in case. Notfic/Not!Fic is the halfway point between an actual fic and a prompt. It mostly sort of has the tone of describing another fic to somebody, or working out an ongoing plot with a friend (e.g. Instead of writing out an entire set of dialogue, a notfic might just put "Jason and Tim discuss why they both want to fake their deaths").

Permissions Housekeeping

I totally don't mind if anyone wants to take all or part of what I've written for any prompt and write an actual fic or create another transformative work as long as I'm appropriately credited. If you're just taking the most oblique inspiration from something I've made I'd appreciate at least a tag so I can read it!

Also if you'd like to tag me in any of your works please do, provided that it's the first if it's in a series and not Jazz/Jason as the main pairing, please.

Works

Kingmaker, Kingbreaker, Crowntaker, Realmshaker

Danny isn't the Ghost King but after defeating Pariah Dark the new king knows Danny has massive political influence.

Navigate any storm, with nothing but the stars to guide you

Danny is obsessed with space so the whole 'superhero' thing is on the backburner.

Please don’t pet me! I am working!

Repeat after me, SERVICE ANIMAL CUJO. (Minor Connor Kent/Danny Fenton)

It's a boy, congratulations... to me!

Danny insists Connor is his clone even though he's really not.

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss, Godhood

Danny gets caught and tells the JLA that neither he nor Vlad are ghosts.

New type of Vlad just dropped

When a ghost's obsession is destroyed, they get a new one.

Mother of the Year

Talia Al Ghul gets to be a good mother. As a treat.

Amorpho Whomst?

Danny, Dani and Dan trade off on responsibilities.

Halfa? Half a What?

Danny's half human, no one's sure what the other half is.

The second, secret Justice League

There's another Justice League that not even the Justice League is cleared to know about.

Excuse me, do you work here? Danny is sent to represent the first, non-secret Justice League.

Triple Threat

The Champion of All Magic and The King of All Ghosts have a mutual triplet.

Like peas in a pod [person]

Jason is healed of the pit rage but has a whole new problem.

There's a Mr Wight Hood to see you?

Jason adopts Danny instead of being the Red Hood.

The Wight Baby For The Job Sequel to Mr Wight Hood

You Make Miso Scared

Danny's always talking about soup time.

Reverse Bruce

Give baby Jason MORE PARENTS!

Work Experience

Danny has to learn about Ghost culture before he can rule it.

Mansplain Yourself

Constantine probably knows best about ghosts over the Justice League's newest member...

The Opposite of a Golden Ticket

International star Ember McLain is in danger

Haustoria Horror

Undergrowth's got Poison Ivy

Like and Survive!

Danny runs an advice website for young heroes

You're not the Boss of me!

Batman accidentally outs his family to Danny

This is a PSA

Danny's Wail affects the JLA

Floral Fiasco

Poison Ivy errs

How I Met Your Brother

Dan joins the JLA

The Manhunter's Manhunt

There's a miscommunication with the Martian Manhunter

The Green Knight

Jason lives (just this once)

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The Job

Danny's gotta put food on the table (Also available in DP only version)

Always A King (DC x DP)

The Realms must have a king

Series: The Surprise Obsessions of the Ghostly Batclan (image heavy)

Ghost Bruce HC

Ghost Jason HC

Mini prompts

Danny Phantom vs The IRS ; part 2

Phantom's mistaken identity

Billy and Danny are secret twins

Danny scars the batfam

Superheroes need more therapy

All-caste Jason

Poison Control

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I got matched with Thoma the malewife as a soulmate in two online quizzes on two separate websites. They keep giving me the wrong pyro man. Maybe it's a sign- destined to love Thoma the Maid from Inazuma more than Diluc, Mondstadt King. Fair i guess. I'm down for a humble life of servanthood. Anyway here's some Thoma fluff, hope it’s not OOC ~

Thoma’s crush

Thoma would be the type to be super nice to you to the extent of everyone including Ayaka herself knowing for sure that he likes you. Like, he goes out of his way to make you miso soup with extra chillies, bring you milk tea and make sure you're prepared with a jacket for the harsh Taratsuna weather, and he's not even your boyfriend... he wouldn't know he's being obvious. He'd think, "I'm just doing my job! I'd do this for anyone!" And then not be able to help himself but dote on you every time you come into the tea house.

When you're gone, he stays by the front and his head snaps up every time someone walks in just in case it's you. Ayaka finally says something to him after a few months of watching him work around his schedule to see you whenever he can. She, very gently, questions him on his wild blush whenever you smile at him and encourages him to be up front with you about his feelings. This poor man didn't realize how bad it had gotten, that even in a caretaking job he's somehow put so much more energy into taking care of you more than anyone else...

He would be thorough with this. He can't stand the thought of being sloppy if he were to ask you out, especially now that so much was on the line. You two had gotten so close over the last couple of months, talking about everything from Inazuman politics to the specifications of teahouse shiba inus. You were a good friend of his, he was going to make sure you got everything you deserve of a man!

He sets out on collecting wild Inazuman flowers, with Ayaka's guidance, and makes sure to get his hands on a couple of Liyue Qingxin flowers to remind you of your travels. He asks you early in the week what your plans are, whether or not you have a busy or stressful week... he wants to make sure he asks you at the absolute best time to not put undue pressure or stress on you in case you aren't interested in him which he would be crushed but is ready for that possibility.

He makes sure you're home when he asks, primping the bouquet he's meticulously put together. He rushes to your place after work, making sure he looks good before he knocks. You open the door to see him already red in the face, hiding the bouquet behind his back when you greet him enthusiastically and invite him in, questioning his sudden appearance. He steps in timidly and pulls out his flower arrangement, and in a stutter-y confession admits that he has feelings for you and would like to make his feelings and intentions with you clear. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" He presents his arrangement, a bit large for the occasion.

He thinks he might just pass out when you blush and say you feel the same and would love to go on a date with him. "oh, wonderful!" his smile lights up his whole face, feeling the heat in his face after all of this preparation and vulnerability. He almost doesn't know what to say next, just admires your smiling face as you look up at him. "so, do you have anything planned...?" you ask after a moment of soaking in what's been said.

He excitedly fills you in on his grand date idea, a picnic on the outskirts of the little city, bringing home cooked picnic snacks and desserts. He wants to make sure he has the opportunity to flex how protective he can be for you in case any slimes come your way!

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He’s up early the day of the date, having tried his hardest to clear a day for you. Multicolored dango, Katsu sandwiches, and of course, tea, is carefully packed for you as he heads out to meet you for your picnic.

He’s almost too nervous to touch you. He’s huge on physical touch but really respects you, his good friend and beautiful person, and would never want to cross a boundary! He’s over the moon just to have you close to him, and feels like he could burst when you start playing with and admiring his hands. He is grateful for your sweetness and attention, and does all that he can to return the favor!