#Rika inspired

[boredzillablog]

Paldean Lusamine

Masculine Lusamine because Rika gave me brainworms 😖🥴

[roziist]

my butterfly

[buglover6000]

i love the paldea elite 4

[yeetle-beetle]

[kitkat13001]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋𝜗𝜚 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎

come out and haunt me, i know that you want me “‘til death do we part…”

>> tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura x nomu!reader

>> reader and tenko are childhood friends, mentions of death!! implied character death (reader thinks tenko died), reader dies!!! and is resurrected (kinda, reader gets brought back as a nomu like kurogiri), brief talk about grief n stuff, titled after the tim burton film, lyrics from cigarettes after sex’s “apocalypse”

tenko had promised you once, when you were both very young, that he would always look out for you. that he would always be by your side. 

it was the kind of childish promise most kids make with their best friends, but at the time he had no intention of breaking it. 

but baby tenko at the time had no way of accounting for the horrors of the real world. 

you remember how strange it was for you to arrive to school that morning, the seat beside you empty for the first time in…probably forever. 

you remember the unease in your stomach when you asked your mother if something had happened to tenko, and you remembered crying after you overheard your teacher talking to your parents and saying that he would not be coming back. 

you never connected with anyone else the way you had with him. he was your best friend. people in school had branded you a loner after that, despite your kind heart. you were all too young—you to deal with that grief and them to understand what you were going through. 

your kindness never waivered, determined to be someone who could help others because you couldn’t help him when he needed you. 

and you never forgot about him. his face haunted your dreams, and his picture was tucked neatly into your diary, hidden in your desk. no one ever talked about it anymore and with his entire family gone, it felt like there was no one left to remember tenko shimura. 

but not you. you had shared his promise, and even though he couldn’t be by your side anymore, he would always be in your heart. 

you were in your late teenage years when the unthinkable happens. you’ve heard that grief can lead you to see ghosts, but you would think you’d have seen them ages ago. that’s why you’re utterly bewildered when you see tenko on the street one night on your way home. 

he looks different. older, obviously, and taller. his hair is a curious shade of powder blue. but it’s unmistakable. you would know his face anywhere. you see it every night in your dreams.

you gape in utter disbelief at the phantom standing just a few yards in front of you, thinking it might be a hallucination. but you feel that inexplicable tug in your stomach and you know that it’s tenko, that he’s alive. you had never given up on him, some part of you always holding out a tiny spark of hope that he was out there somewhere.

and he is. he’s here. you want to call out, to scream his name until your throat is raw, but your legs are frozen to the ground and your voice is stuck somewhere in your throat.

he’s seen you, you think, catching a glimpse of vibrant scarlet eyes from across the way.

but he’s gone, practically vanished into the mist before you can even react. 

you never forgot about that, not even years later. 

it seems like the time has passed both lightning quick and painfully slow. your twentieth birthday had come and gone with the changing of seasons and here you were, a young adult in the big, wide world. 

today would’ve been tenko’s twentieth birthday. you’re sitting on the swings in the park by your old elementary school where you used to come on playdates with him when the ground lurches beneath your feet. 

the metal frame of the swingset shudders and screams erupt in the air. you whip around, getting to your feet immediately and see a building collapse in the near distance behind some trees. 

fear strikes your heart as more shouts ensue, along with sirens and another quake of the ground under you. a child’s cry from the other side of the park has you springing into action, stumbling into a run across the sand. 

there’s a group of children huddled under the play structure, watching with wide, glassy eyes at the destruction going down nearby. 

you’re quick to corral them, leading them by the hands in the opposite direction of the chaos and telling them to stay put while you go back to make sure no one was left behind. 

your feet pound against the concrete as you run down the street and the ground heaves again when another building comes down. 

you stumble, coughing in the dusty wreckage. the screaming is only getting louder, and your heart jumps as the thud of hundreds of footsteps approaches. 

your mouth goes dry when you see the horde of screaming civilians running away from the collapsing buildings and falling debris. 

they’re headed straight for you. 

you feel like a pebble getting tossed around in a rip current as the crowd buffets against you. you cry out as you catch an elbow to the ribs, to the head. your feet are being stepped on and you’re being shoved away from one person and into the next. you can’t see anything in the dust except for the rush of people in the stampede as they clobber you in their haste to run away. 

one particular harsh shove has you falling to the ground with a cry, your aching body succumbing to the overpowering horde of people. you can’t do anything but lie there as they trample you, staring up at the sky in pathetic helplessness. you wonder for a moment if they’ll all forget you like they did tenko. 

and then everything goes dark. 

shigaraki finds you in the street, broken body splayed out like an angel fallen from the sky. 

he stands, paralyzed, as a wave of memories hits him like a fucking tsunami. 

your kind smile on the first day of school. your soft voice asking if he wants to play with you, sit with you, walk with you. your tiny hand in his tiny hand. 

you were the light of his life at only five years old. 

another memory tugs at him. your same kind eyes, wide with shock that night that he saw you for the first time in years. 

a part of him regrets not saying anything to you. but when it comes down to it, would it really have changed anything? 

would it have changed the fact that he’s standing here, staring in horror at your broken, dead body? 

he doesn’t realize he’s crying until the tears are rolling down his cheeks and hitting the dirt. he didn’t even think he was still capable of it, to be completely honest. the salt stings his agitated skin. 

this feels wrong. 

you were too kind, too beautiful and good to be lying here in the street like an animal. 

he doesn’t really know why he does it, other than the fact that he simply can’t leave you like that. so he scoops up your broken body and carries you home. 

you don’t remember anything when you come to. 

the doctor told tomura this would be the case. he didn’t have any issue with this. it might be for the best. he doesn’t know if he could subject you to his true self, his current self. 

the doctor also told tomura that he was lucky he got you here in time, and that your quirk was compatible with the process. 

it’s kind of strange to see you like this, tomura thinks. he still sees the sweet kid he was best friends with when he looks at you, at your reanimated body and vacant eyes. 

it’s your turn to be the phantom now. you’re quite similar to kurogiri, an ethereal and haunting presence as you flit about the bar. 

that’s where he keeps you. you’re not quite as experienced of a nomu as kurogiri is, so tomura typically keeps you here with him in the hideout. maybe one day he’ll take you out to see the world, tell you about how things used to be. 

you’d be useful on missions. the doctor made sure of that, amplifying your quirk and adding others into a wickedly powerful force within you. 

you’d be a wonderful protector, same as kurogiri. maybe more. 

but for now, tomura is still your protector. and he’d prefer to keep you all to himself here in your little corner of this cruel world.

after all, he’s got a promise to keep, doesn’t he?

this got away from me LMAO. but i actually kind of love it. dividers by @anitalenia

[saltylotus]

after all, nothing's going to change anyway.

[cherpupz]

🌺🌴🌊 🍉🌈 SUMMER TIME !!!!!!!!!!! ヽ(>∀< ☆)ノ 🎵

[shitty-kinda-doodles]

I might have created a whole AU when I was watching Fionna and Cake

At one point I ditched Aiko's bear ears for bunny ears, yes

(self-indulgent part 2 incoming)

[softboynick]

peepaw galitzine has my heart

[mochasucculent]

Grocery shopping

[astranauticus]

not sure if this counts as an AU but.. thinking about the Per Aspera crew as horror game bosses like.. you are wandering through a forested mountain range and you know somethings wrong because the forest shouldn't be this eerily silent, this devoid of life, and then you hear the crash of falling trees and there is a hand that is half your size glowing golden in the night and it is grabbing you and its claws are digging into your flesh and you see the spines running down the golden arm that is far too long as it lifts you over a crater in mountain, over a coiled, serpentine thing with a visage that is not of this world, and if you look closely you can see the shape of a child curled at the centre of the thing, golden hair reflecting the glow of the creature and if you listen closely you can hear her sobbing, 'Don't hurt me, I don't want to do this'. you are sailing through the astral sea when you see an ephemeral, resplendent spelljammer cutting through the starry waters and you rejoice because you have been lost on the seas for so so long, so you board the ship looking for help, supplies, anything, and you are greeted by a blue fire genasi (you wonder, do those even exist? but you can't get off the ship now because where else will you go?) and she tells you she is the captain of this ship but as far as you can tell there is no crew on board, and if she is not appearing right behind you from a trapdoor you've never noticed she is always in the engine room 'fixing the ship' even though the ship seems to be sailing perfectly fine ('Where are we going?' you ask her once and she doesn't even turn to look at you, 'Don't worry about it') and if you are ever so unlucky as to damage the ship in any way, you begin to catch flashes of red and orange out of the corner of your eye, a fire genasi wearing the woman's face who whispers at you with hollow, angry eyes 'Don't you fucking dare hurt my ship'. you are sailing through the astral sea when you see a rotting, decaying spelljammer, so badly damaged it's barely moving although you have to wonder how it's even staying afloat at all, and out of some morbid curiosity you climb on board and the deck of the ship is in no better shape than the hull, the marks of hard-fought battle - scars in the wood from sharp blades and arcane energies, stains of blood and oil splattered about - still fresh but you know time doesn't pass on the astral sea so who knows how long ago this all took place, and as you climb below decks you start to notice the writings on the walls, pieces of parchment nailed to every surface and connected with fraying, rotting threads, or words etched directly into the wood, the deep gouges barely readable, and you start to hear the creaking and clanking of rusted machinery slowly moving about and you turn a corner to see a figure standing in a room facing the wall, slowly scratching yet more of that unintelligible writing into the bones of the ship, and it turns as the rusted dented mechanite stares at you with eyes ablaze and he asks 'Who are you? Where is my crew?' as sparks of arcane lightning begins to arc through the room. you are running through a feywild forest and you know, even without the figure chasing you, that you have made a horrible mistake, you should have known better, should have been more careful, should have kept your impulses in check, and now you are being chased through an unfamiliar forest and the figure, the Hunter pursuing you knows this realm like the back of his hand, knows every tree and shrub and vine that is slithering up to grasp at your ankles, and you glance back desperately to catch any glimpse of your pursuer but there is no pursuer, he has hidden himself with some arcane trick or some innate power or just the knowledge that this realm is his home, and you hear his voice even though you cannot see him as he cries out 'You should not have hurt my family. Prepare to face the Hunter of Hundkiln'

sorry no Vhas yet maybe I'll update with one for him once we get more of his whole deal

[cheritzheadcanonz]

"Rika was the first MC who tried to help RFA, but all power consumed her at the point she lose her power of reset and now she is trapped in a Bad Ending.

The MC is the another plauer in this game to fill up this role. That's why they (even Rika) says we are like her and when we do BE we got traped in this same circle until another player cames out. That's why we have so many MCs but only ONE won the game."

[flyingfudgenuggets]

Elite Fu-or

[charmwisp]

ANCHORAGE TASK 04 / HALLOWEEN COSTUME

FEATURING... RIKA HOSHINO as LUM (urusei yatsura)

Rika knew going into this that her outfit choice might be a little niche, at least outside of her home country, but with time quickly running out and her head void of any other ideas, she decided to just run with it and have fun without thinking too hard for once! As cute as Lum is, Rika did decided to take some creative liberties with the outfit itself, opting for a less revealing, Lum-inspired dress because, well...it's freezing in Anchorage this time of year! Hey, as long as you incorporate the tiger print, it's still Lum! She's not much of a seamstress but she's pretty proud of the outfit she pulled together. (rika is participating!)

[nekorikachan]

Rainy Days

[wanderers--of--light]

G'ari gets super petty with people who wrong him. He will do everything in his power to be the most passive-aggressive petty version of himself as possible.