#Rui ds

[vexinghearts]

I LOVE MY BBGs SO MUCH 💕💕💕

1-2 : Collie

3-4 : Flower

5 : Rui ( I love him sm // HE'S JUST A LITTLE MAN ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

6 : Rui & Collie on a playdate

7-9 : Clothes Swap

Rui & Collie supremacy frfr /jk

(also just realized I made a mistake, so whenever you see a word like this it means it is edited out - 07/28)

Also !! : Collie & Flower only exist in KNY in an AU. In their canon reality, they're either going to be

1. Goddesses

or

2. Spirits

But in the KNY universe :

Flower was a lowermoon, but the split heart pupil symbolizes how Muzan took away that title after she started refusing to eat demons Humans. (Idk still working on that 😭) Years later, Flower comes across a home. In this home, a vile scene was occuring to which she was quick to end. After taking in the sights of the child, she decides to turn her into a demon...to which becomes Collie. Flower and Collie stick side-by-side as a mother/daughter like duo.

However, if Flower is to ever...oh, i don't know... disappear, then Collie will roam around small villages being considered a playful spirit by locals. Until she comes across Mount Natagumo where she meets Rui. She'd join the family with no hesitation...Then comes the Mount Natagumo Arc

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Also, to the person who liked all of my posts, Thank You!!! || AND WHEN I SAY ALL, I MEAN IT SKSMSM ||

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I checked my notifications for Tumblr and my jaw DROPPED when I saw the notifs that you liked my posts

You know who you are lol

[alunagesents]

This is my tier list with my relationship with every Demon Slayer character! All the little side characters are In blocked!

[rui-drawsbox]

came back to Love and Deepspace and made mcs for my routes hjdfks

[zs-firefly]

Dream Sekai AU

...but it's Wonderlands x Showtime members! This is how they look like in Akito's dreams :D

I'm still debating on whether or not I should have irl WxS join in with Nightcord to enter Dream Sekai. I dont know why, but I just feel like it. Idk they'd do tho.

Anyways, probs gonna draw the other units. My only reasoning as to why they even exist in Akito's HS/DS is because they're either friends of friends or people he'd met multiple times on random occasions.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Yeah so I had this idea to write a Senjuro as a Spider Demon AU (inspired by this/ty to some1 on discord for finding the link for me<3), sooo I had to write it haha- This is from Kyojuro’s POV! I’ll write little extra things for Senjuro when he was a demon, this is just random angst for the AU / and thank you to @asamiutsuki for helping me edit<3

Word count: 2.5k words aprox.

Rui had been watching Senjuro from a distance for a while now and had seen how great of a bond the Rengoku’s had. And he wanted it. Eventually, an opportunity arose. Kokushibo came with him.

Senjuro, for a while now, had felt as though he’d been being watched. He played it off as paranoia, however. His father was getting worse and he hadn’t seen Kyojuro in months now. One day, after his father had been particularly explosive, he went out for a walk at night. He was approached by demons.

Nobody heard of him since then.

Nobody knew about Senjuro being persuaded by Rui. The offer of having a good family, a better life, standing in front of him, just in his reach. The idea of escaping his father who berated him for simply breathing too loudly, the chance to have no reason to worry every second about his brother. Nobody knew that Senjuro took the mirage splayed in front of him, made it reality, chancing the offer that formed in the shape of blood. He molded himself into it, swallowing the red in his cupped hands and then picked up by a demon with six eyes and carried away as the change began to form him.

Shinjuro quickly sent word to Kyojuro, asking if Senjuro was with him when, the following day, he was nowhere to be seen. When nothing came of it and Kyojuro had searched without success for Senjuro, the worst was assumed. Kyojuro’s fear heightened as they made no progress, day after day. Both Rengoku’s searched when they could and, in this, Shinjuro ended up pausing his addiction to Sake, worried sick for his youngest (which took him a while to admit).

Naturally, after months of dead ends, Senjuro was proclaimed dead. It was, of course, to Shinjuro and Kyojuro’s devastation. It was more than just the loss. It was the knowledge that Senjuro could’ve run away and his fate had met him, the guilt of thinking they could’ve protected him if they had only known where he was. It was the unknown part of the death that sent them both spiraling in grief.

Kyojuro took it better than Shinjuro, however, deciding that Senjuro would’ve wanted him to keep being a Hashira and not follow in his father’s footsteps. So he continued on, but not without a sort of emptiness that haunted him.

He was sent on a mission, as always, one night. It was late, however. Apparently he and Giyuu would be sent together, there were demons on a mountain that were killing every slayer that had passed for months now. Hashira were required.

He entered the mountain without hesitation, swerving through the trees and trying not to look too hard at the corpses that were strewn along the branches. Were the demons simply killing for fun, then? It was much worse than when they were hungry, they couldn’t help that. But if these demons had enough time and energy to go about and killing people then leaving them to rot as they pleased, it had to be of the 12 kizuki.

He and Giyuu split up and then Kyojuro was running straight into some bushes. He had noticed peculiar strings, silvery and thin, like a spider web, only stronger. They were all closing in through the bushes where he was heading. Instantly, he sensed that he was approaching a demon and unsheathed his katana.

He burst through, ignoring the leaves that scattered around him. Then he froze, arm raised with his katana in front of him. Before him sat a demon, skin pale as the moon, red dots in a demon pattern scattered on his cheeks. And his hair, oh, his hair. White with the tips red like Kyojuro’s. Like a white fire. Pulled back in a small pony tail, just like… Senjuro.

Kyojuro’s mind worked it out in a split second. Yet it took him another to process ot all. This was Senjuro. Not just a look-alike. Senjuro had turned into a demon.

Senjuro seemed to have recognized him, too, eyes wide and hands shaking. Neither moved for a moment, stunned silent. Then Kyojuro spoke. His voice was quiet and utterly calm. The contrast to his usual self scared Senjuro.

“Senjuro…?” he asked, his voice cracking. He didn’t know what to say. How was Senjuro alive? No, that was obvious. Perhaps he had been attacked by a demon but the blood had entered a wound? Or… had it been by choice? He hesitated, unsure what to say. Then—“Have you killed anyone? Eaten a human?”

His intention was clear. If Senjuro hadn’t eaten anybody, hadn’t killed anyone, there was a chance he could follow in Nezuko’s steps. Maybe they could go back to how they were before, in some ways. They could ask Tanjiro for a bit of help then they could go back to before Senjuro had ‘died.’ And yet.

And yet Senjuro averted his eyes, lowering his hands. He said nothing.

It was enough of an answer already. Still, Kyojuro repeated himself, shouting now. There was an edge to his voice, he sounded like he was struggling with himself. “HAVE YOU? HAVE YOU KILLED…—“ he sucked in a shaky breath, then let it out. “I’m sorry.”

Senjuro had flinched at the sound. He had always been terrified when Shinjuro shouted. Even now, he was still scared of yelling. Kyojuro’s heart ached at this, put it wasn’t the time to feel sad. Despite his brother seemingly coming back to life as a man-eating demon, he had to keep his composure.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I… Senjuro. Senjuro, can you tell me if you’ve killed or eaten…?”

Senjuro let out a shaky breath. He seemed to be crying. “I’m sorry,” he echoed quietly. “Sorry, sorry, sorry—I’m sorry!” His words were scattering now, repeating himself and sobbing. “I’m so, so sorry… I didn’t- I wanted- I’m sorry—Kyojuro, please, I’m sorry…!”

When his name was spoken, Kyojuro broke. The hand with his blade lowered, though he did not offer his attention the same freedom. He would never let down his guard again—not since Senjuro had disappeared. He risked a step forward, leaves crunching dully under his feet.

Senjuro’s shoulders shook as he resisted tears that flowed freely nonetheless. His chin was tucked down to his chest as he avoided Kyojuro’s gaze. He looked up slowly, eyes teary, salty tracks dancing around the red dots on his face. He inhaled sharply, gulping for air, trying to calm himself but succeeding horribly. He opened his mouth several times, trying to deliver a cohesive response. In the end, he managed to whisper, “I… I did.”

Kyojuro’s world seemed to tip over from the two small words and he staggered slightly. The answer had been obvious enough but Senjuro confirming it made it… so much worse. He raised his katana again, gripping the handle tightly to try and calm his nerves—which was practically impossible.

Senjuro seemed to grasp what was happening and lowered his head again. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, voice tight with regret.

“I’ll tell father you said that,” Kyojuro murmured. “And I’m sorry too. For not doing enough to keep you safe.”

Then, before he could have second thoughts, his katana went slashing down. He was careful to use a gentle form, hoping it would give Senjuro even the slightest bit of relief before he was sent to hell. They both knew there was no going back for him.

And, as Senjuro slowly disintegrated, the two brothers gazed at each other, emotions stirring between both of their eyes.

“I love you,” Senjuro mouthed, blinking tears from his eyes. He wanted to look away, to not see the betrayal that was written so clearly now in Kyojuro’s eyes. He was gone before Kyojuro could respond.

There was a moment in which Kyojuro simply stood there, arms slack. Then he let out a stifled sob, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth as he turned to proceed with his mission. It was like he was grieving all over again, in a million different ways. God, what had become of him? Of Senjuro? Why?

As he ran through the forest, Giyuu intercepted his way. “Rengoku. The demons are dead, there is only the matter of—“ he paused, eyes widening by a fraction when he saw the mess Kyojuro was. “…is everything alright? Are you hurt?”

He received no response and, concern increasing as he noticed that Kyojuro seemed to be shaking slightly, he tried again, “Rengoku?”

Kyojuro appeared to have just noticed him and looked up, offering a tight smile, appreciating the concern. “I’m alright. I apologize for being little help in the mission, but I’m glad you’ve managed well. Have you sent the crow to get the Kakushi?”

Giyuu nodded slowly, eyebrows furrowing slightly. He clearly didn’t believe Kyojuro, but let it go. He wouldn’t be of help to Kyojuro emotionally, so he figured he would let the Hashira work it out himself.

“I have,” he confirmed. “Our work is done, now.”

Kyojuro nodded back. “Okay. Thank you.”

Giyuu gave him one last look before turning and leaving him alone.

The first thing he did after making sure everyone was alright—putting on the best smile he could to not worry the Kakushi—was to head home at once. Shinjuro was possibly worse than ever, not having allowed Kyojuro to console him after Senjuro’s supposed death and the months after. Now he sat in Senjuro’s room for the third time that week, legs crossed and eyes closed. Dark circles rimmed under his eyes, making him look all the more older. He was sitting in front of Senjuro’s bed, the whole room looking untouched and dusty after a year.

That was how Kyojuro found his father in the light of early dawn. At once, Shinjuro perceived that something was wrong. It wasn’t the fact that Kyojuro had come home unannounced, nor the time in which he’d arrived. It was the troubled look on Kyojuro’s solemn face, the absence of a smile.

“What is it?” he asked irritably, despite the premonition.

“Father,” Kyojuro started, kneeling outside the room. He bowed his head, fiery strands slipping over his shoulders. “Senjuro says he’s sorry.”

It took him a moment to understand. But when he did, Shinjuro’s head shot up as he stared at his son, perplexity and a bit of hope lining his expression. “What? What’re you talking about? He’s dead.”

Kyojuro flinched at the word. Despite having used it to refer to his brother for the past year, he found that it rung differently now. It was his own fault that Senjuro was dead, even if he hadn’t really had a choice. He let out a breath.

“I know. I killed him,” he said. He delivered the words calmly, somehow, trying to level his voice. But right after, he found himself at his breaking point once more.

Shinjuro looked utterly lost now, the hope disappearing, replaced by shock and more confusion. “Are you delusional? Have you been drinking?”

Kyojuro opened his mouth to respond, but only a strangled sob left his lips as tears struggled from his eyes. He had cried once they had announced that Senjuro had died the first time. He had cried alone, many times before as desperation took over when Senjuro could not be found. And he cried now, knowing full well that there wasn’t the slightest hope of Senjuro coming back, that he had killed his own brother and that Senjuro hadn’t fought back in the very least.

And strangely, this was the only time Shinjuro found it in himself to comfort him. He opened his arms, as he had done time and time again before when Kyojuro was younger. Instinctively, Kyojuro crawled towards him, burying his face in his father’s shoulder and letting his grief overtake him. Perhaps it was because he didn’t understand what was happening, perhaps it was because he was tired, or maybe something else altogether, but either way, Shinjuro’s arms wrapped around Kyojuro, rubbing his back gently and soothing him with the quiet hum of his voice.

Eventually, the story poured out of him. At first in stuttering words—“Senjuro… He- He was- I was on… Mt. Natagumo. For… a mission? He was… there.”—and then stronger, clearer, slowly raising himself from the embrace and drawing his gaze up to his father’s—“He kept… apologizing. I do think he regretted it, but I don’t know what it was. I don’t know why he turned into a demon in the first place. Supposedly it was by force… but he seemed clear minded, not under the influence of the demonic sense like other demons.”

Shinjuro listened patiently, not interrupting though he made several attempts at first. Though he didn’t intercept, his expression contorted several times—in anger, in confusion, in disappointment, and something else Kyojuro couldn’t percieve. When he finished, Kyojuro had settled back into his father’s lap, despite being basically the same size as him. Shinjuro hadn’t said anything yet and simply gazed down at their intertwined hands, mostly in disbelief.

Then he looked up.

“Kyojuro?”

“Yes, father?” Kyojuro was still, naturally, wary of him. Yet he did his best to hide it, not wanting Shinjuro to lapse back into his previous self.

“I’m sorry, too,” Shinjuro said. He spoke calmly, enunciating every word. But he looked away in shame, for having to be saying this at all.

“What?”

“I’m sorry for treating you both how I did. It was probably why Senjuro left to turn into a demon. You weren’t able to help him and I was useless, feeding onto his… what? Fear? Anger? Whatever drove him to become a demon,” Shinjuro concluded, quietly now.

There was a beat of silence. And then a sudden flash of what could’ve been comparable to thunder, splitting the quiet in half. A stinging pain on Shinjuro’s cheek followed, almost as an afterthought, and he turned his head back to his son, eyes wide.

Kyojuro was glaring at him, the hand he had slapped him with still held up. “Don’t say that! It’s not your fault. Even if he did go willingly, it was his own choice. We all make mistakes, no matter how drastic, and he was young and under pressure with a brother constantly in death’s hand and a father who was still grieving over his deceased wife. I’m not saying he made a good decision, I’m saying that his reason was not, even if you took part in it, solely because of you. Okay? I don’t want you going back to how you were before. Senjuro’s death—or his becoming of a demon—wasn’t your fault! Mother’s death wasn’t your fault. If—when—my death comes, it will not be your fault!” Kyojuro snapped. He was close to raising his voice and, in the tranquility of the morning, his last words echoed briefly in the room.

Shinjuro remained staring at him, stunned, unable to respond for a couple faltering moments. His hand had reached up to cup his injured cheek but it fell to his lap now as he stumbled to reply. “I… sorry,” he mumbled, caving. “I’m so sorry.”

Kyojuro sighed and hugged his father tightly. “Me too. I’m sorry, too.”

[digitalfountains]

Helene Ruys by Dana Menussi

DS France, November 2001

[the-lady-with-horns]

—HALLOWEEN TIME FOR THE MOTH GIRL

Characters : Rui ayaki (canon, mentioned) , Spider mother (canon, Appearing) , Taiga DeMarco (oc of @warringwarrioridiot mentioned) , Akuma akaishi ( oc of @beautifulfire ) , Lady oni (oc)

Warnings : mentions of eating people, Lady oni being weird , Lady oni trying to hit on Akuma (unsuccessful)

Notes : it ain't Halloween yet, But I wanted to write. Anyways, The POV switches from time to time.

It was Halloween! My Shoes tapped against the ground as I scurried over to Akuma to tell the girl the news.

I carefully walk over to her futon, Shaking her awake gently. She stirred at first, Not fully awake before her scarlet hues opened in a Adorable way.

“ Wifey..Wake up~ ” I spoke with a smile as she got up, Stretching her arms as she looked at me with those round, Hypnotic eyes.

“Why'd you wake me up... Mmhm...I was having a good dream,” The smaller girl huffed, As I twirled a strand of red hair around my finger. “Its Halloween, fire bug.”

“ Only Nii-san can call me that... ” Akuma said, Annoyed. She was Slipping out of bed. “Halloween? My brother really likes this holiday thingy, He always decorates, I was scared when I saw a funny ghost.” Akuma was just talking about the small decorations that kind of scared her a bit.

“Im going to ask Mama if we can go out— I wonder if nee-san would like candy, too.” Akuma said, stepping out as she leaned onto me, sleepy. “I'll get lots.”

“Hm? Come in.” Spider mother said As Akuma nearly bounced over to her, sitting onto her lap as she was writing something. “ Mama, can we go out and get some candy, Pretty please?” spider Mother nodded gently, Wanting Akuma to be happy.

“Be safe, Dear." Spider mother pecked Akuma's forehead gently, Akuma got out of mother's lap to walk over to me and gave me a thumbs up. “I wish you could sit in my lap like that,” I said with a smile. Akuma Didn't seem to hear and turned away. “Humans kinda taste better than candy..” She mumbled Softly.

Me a d Akuma headed to town, Just playing fun little games As it was Halloween, I won a few, But Akuma seemed ty be a athlete as she won a lot of them.

Akuma was already snoring into my shoulder, I was carrying her. I pecked her cheek with a smile, Humming.

Rui surely was going to kill me if he ever found out.

[luviddreqms]

Kin lists w/ me and my friends

Mine

@starryelem

@milesthingy

[despair-to-future-arcs]

We do have to make sure that this doesn’t go the way the LAST time we snuck into a cult and discovered the supposed “dark secrets” that it had. Even if the dude was that awful, we need to make sure these ladies aren’t going to stab us in the back

(Don't worry, if things get bad; I'll quickly turn back to my bedroom and forget this happen...)

...!!! *hides away as some residents walk by talking to themselves as carrying fruit and vegetables*

... (Okay... good, they didn't notice me, what a relief!)

Well, now I got to the greenhouse, now to see if Fiona had show up.

*Komaru opens the door and walks inside*

*Komaru walks inside and looks around*

Um...hello? Fiona? It's me, are you in here, I came as promise...!

...

Did...Did I arrive early or was I late.

???: No, you came just in time - seems you found my note.

...?! *jumps back as Fiona and Rui was standing right behind her*

She looks really jumpy, huh?

Oh dear, I'm sorry did I startle you...?

Ye-Yeah a bit, honestly I was thinking of leaving but seems you here.

So anyway, what's going on? Why did you call me out?

Well... it mostly was to make sure you were trust worthy or not plus I want to know; did you meet Miyuki Asagiri and Masashi Yamazaki? Did they inform you of the situation...?

Miyuki and Masashi...?

Yeah, given the 2 left recently and knowing who you are, we figure you must of met them, right?

[bajablastwrites]

Guess who read all ur Saiki fanfics for the trillionth this week- Anyways sending hearts to u <33 -Rui

Well now I gotta write more shit🚶🏽‍♂️

Just not about saiki 💀

[proseka-headcanons]

I was the one who sent the ask about Saki being chubby last time. More headcanons (mostly disability related actually)

Most characters are autistic (all of wxs, Ichika, shiho, all of mmj, akito, and toya, if not also An and kohane, and kanade mafuyu and akito, at least)

Mafuyu has OCD

Ena has carpal tunnel

Saki uses mobility aids some of the time, and her and Tsukasa decorated them with stickers

Minori has dyspraxia

Toya has an iron deficiency

Kanade has at least a vitamin D deficiency

Some of my non-disability-related ones:

Ichika has made CDs for a lot of her friends, and she collects a lot of CDs.

Shiho at some points starts dressing more masc.

Ichika has stretch marks from growing

Tsukasa occasionally wears heels in performances, just so he doesn't look as short next to Rui

Nene used to have a DS, and her and Rui decorated it together

Ena has drawn a lot of fanart but doesn't show anyone

ok but i raise you: mizuki is autistic 500% - 🎀

All the Ichika headcanons are true I am Ichika Hoshino irl trust -🦈

i have ocd. mafuyu having it is so real though. trust me. and rui is 100% autistic — 🎈

[apatheticnatureiskey]

{DS! APOTROPAIC!: Vesper & Paralysis}

YIPPEE!! Apotropaic art! 😍

Simple Explanation:

A mirror is found in an old storage room of JR. It radiated a magical energy that needed to be determined as “bad” or “good” so they kept it. Little did they know people from a different world would finally have the chance to escape. They used all of the power they needed to crack the glass and free themselves. Black smoke erupted from the creases as the mirror world parallels spread panic across the multiverse. The gas causes intense paranoia, hallucinations, and nightmares. Bunkers got put in order, but some were not as lucky to get there in time. JR put itself on lockdown, but that wasn’t enough. The parallels surrounded them… even if they went into their bunker. The employees got killed one by one, leaving their variants of each other to torment them.

I haven’t decided the true ending but it’s a pretty funky horror au :/

INFO (bc I doubt I’ll make references 💀):

Character Name - Dream Von Licht

Nickname - Vesper/Ves

Role - Protagonist?

Sexuality - Pansexual

Pronouns - he/him

Height - 6’3”

Physical Description - Has bruised wrists because Paralysis keeps grabbing them. 🙄

Personality - Kind of intimidating and deadpan. Very tired and stressed. It seems like he's upset all the time, which he kind of is. Still has his formality, but it's less than before. More likely to lash out than usual. Looks out of it more than the others cause Paralysis actively torments more than the other Parallels..

Age - 225+

Weakness - his listed fears, the hallucinations, lack of sleep, the bond between him an Paralysis (also Gloom but Paralysis gets beat up more lmao),

Fear - Agoraphobia (fear of leaving the house), Proditiophobia (fear of betrayal), Emetophobia (fear of vomiting or seeing other vomit), Catoptrophobia (fear/dislike of mirrors)

Weapon - Light/Claymore Sword

Likes - anything happy cause this man needs help // his friends :) // Champion // Ani // beating up the Parallels // Flinch // kids (wholesome)

Passions & Talents - He can fly // Bilingual // good at tracking //

Dislikes - Paralysis (🔫) // Mirrors // Touching his wings // Karens (despite them being rare in this situation) // Orbit // All the Parallels

Other - He found the mirror in a storage room, it looked a bit odd so he looked into it. After a while of it just radiating magic that was hard to decipher… he didn't see his reflection, he saw a horrible world with a bad version of him. After that, he wanted to lock it away and study it to keep everyone safe. But unfortunately, the parallels broke out and he thought wasn't careful enough. A small crack doomed their world, and it was all “because of him.” The nightmare fuel gas spread and the parallels escaped. JR was put on lockdown and he feels really guilty.

-Him and Paralysis (the mirror world version of him), do not get along. After all, he gives him nightmares, terrible hallucinations, and doesn't respect his boundaries. They're relationship is quite toxic and is basically fueled by hatred (Ves) and sadistic tendencies (Para).

-This place is very negative so his radiance/magic is weaker than normal. He also gets a ton of headaches/migraines because of this. :,)

-Flinch and Champion are the most important to him because they always help him in times of need. He'd be in a much worse mental state without them.

—————

Character Name - Mirror! Dream

Nickname - Paralysis

Role - Villain

Sexuality - Pansexual

Pronouns - he/him

Height - 6’2” or 6’0 without heels

Physical Description - ugly

Personality - A terrible person, cruel to everyone… even the other Parallels. He doesn't not care about others' boundaries, he's manipulative, and the worst person ever. Yet the parallels listen to him because they have no choice.

Age - 125

Weakness - Light,

Fear - Photophobia (light), Atychiphobia (fear of failure)

Weapon - Sword (normie 🙄)

Likes - Manipulation // bad stuff I don't wanna write // basically he's the worst person ever // Bluebell // Ruin & Umber //

Passions & Talents - Being shitty // being an evil ‘ruler’ //

Dislikes - Dream/Vesper (🔪❤️) // Not being in Control //

Other - N/A

*rewriting his horrible backstory probably never 😍* (might make him have a decent motive)

[rui-drawsbox]

sylus being a loser for his gf and more doodles

[polyshodivorce]

What I really want to see abt RuiNene’s relationship as childhood friends is what point she transitioned from “I love your shows, Rui :]” to “You’re annoying😑” as their personalities changed and grew.

Personally, I think Rui was so excited abt Nene being his only real friend willing to indulge him that he started to get a bit overbearing as his ideas got more and more into the eccentric side. He tried to push it a biiiiit by bit to see what he Could and Couldn’t get Nene to tolerate.

He quickly found out her limits after she started throwing her DS at his head when he suggested anything too crazy.

[sojirosteacup]

Playing the DS game and remembering one of my favorite details about it: everyday on the week after Rui goes to Paris, if you go to the emergency staircase he used to nap at, you'll find a different F4 member standing there looking sad because they miss him. :(

[kuridel]

🍉✩°｡⋆⸜ Sometimes I just go back and re-watch my fav childhood series and that makes me feel so much better, but also nostalgic and sad? I don't know but overall it's a nice feeling. Remembering those summers at home just playing a bunch of videogames and watching cute magical girls without a worry in the world🌸 I try to mentalize and enjoy it as much as I did back then! Taking a break and just enjoying the moment

While I was retro hunting with my hubby Rui I found the Style Boutique / Style Savvy game from the DS, and It was an instant buy!! I swear I spent sooooo many hours playing that game as a kid, and it's still super pretty??? I don't know, the graphics are gorgeous and way too cute, I just love low poly stuff so much!! I started playing it again and I can't stop ≧◡≦ Our DS / 3DS Collection is growing bigger, yay!

We also saw those books at the supermarket! I think they're only available in Spain, I'm not sure, but they're really cool! They have a lot of story behind these games, the company and people that created them! There will be a bunch of those but we're only getting our favs! 🎀 I think it's nice to read them while you go on long trips!