#ack... i feel all sentimental now...

[reco-obsessed]

do u have any super awesome reko hcs ?? id like to hear yr thoughts :3

*cracks knuckles*

most of my ideas on her are based on canon, so ive never considered them outlandish enough to call headcanons, but i guess technically pretty much all of my rants about her could be sorted as such, since they try to build on what we already know and extrapolate an analysis. i have too many to list. ill try to compile some here, though. longer ones are under the cut.

i moreso stole this headcanon then made it but i agree that reko cant cook for shit. she lives off takeout and stuff she burnt in the microwave, much to her protective older brother's dismay.

i believe reko was putting on her makeup and styling her hair every morning in chapter 2. again, i stole this one.

i think reko would be really good at video games

reko would be very good at ice skating

despite being good at drawing her eyeliner, i dont think she can draw very well on paper.

reko paints her nails sometimes (she likes the smell) but its always chipped somehow, even if she just painted them.

she doesnt have an extensive (if any) skin care routine (thats more her brothers thing) but she does have a hair care routine after almost frying off all her hair several times trying to bleach it herself. she only dyes her bangs now but she still takes good care of her hair (especially with the way she has to style it everyday).

reko is either out of the bathroom in 2 seconds or she takes an hour because she gets distracted and starts messing with her hair or makeup. it used to drive alice crazy when they both lived with their parents. not now alice, you can go shit in the bushes, reko is using her eyeliner as face paint.

reko tries not to do this when shes working on new songs, but shes the type of person who almost always listening to some kind of music. she loves finding new music and new subgenres.

shes not really a messy person but shes not very neat, either. she usually has trash slowly building up somewhere. nothing 15 minutes of panic cleaning cant fix, but its there.

i think reko made / makes a lot of her own punk clothes and accessories, and generally has frugal habits around her style. it started when she was a teen because her rebelliousness and delinquency led to her being perpetually grounded, so no allowance. shes awful at customer service so she couldnt really get an entry level job. her music wasnt really marketable and she probably didnt have her own band in her younger teens ( i think samurai yaiba was probably only started when she was about to or already graduated high school) so there wasnt much if any income from there. she may have done some odd jobs but they didnt pay much and she was intimidating to people, so it was hard to get gigs. all this led to her getting good at sewing, dying, bleaching and otherwise making her own clothes. probably owns a bunch of pins, studs, and zippers in bulk just to sew onto stuff. i think the same thing applies to her make up- she uses fancier water / sweat proof on stage, but off stage? dollar store eyeliner and foundation. she doesnt care about the risks, she goes through her make up too fast to bother with the fancy stuff.

reko has an impressive memory generally, but when she struggles with it, she makes little songs or rhymes to help her remember (she did this to sometimes help her speed memorize for tests in school. then, she had to whisper-sing it under her breath and swing her foot to the beat and itd be all you could hear in the test room, and shed either get in trouble or just be really embarrassed).

speaking of school, i dont think reko went to college or post secondary school; in ytts theres a whole thing about her hating school. but aside from that, the timing would be really tight. shes canonically 23, samurai yaiba was 2 1/2 years ago, so she wouldve been 20-21, and you graduate high school at 18. i cant say i know a lot about japanese college, but if it has the same status of degrees as in the US, it wouldnt really make sense for her to have gone to college- she was likely a drop out or never went in the first place.

i think reko has some burner account(s) where she dumps experimental music. its not always avant garde, but she likes playing with different genres. the problem is they keep escaping containment, even though shes embarrassed by them and thinks theyre all shit. no one can know about her breakcore album with 6 million views that she made while she was drunk and garage band crashed halfway through so theres weird chunks missing and distorted audio. no one. no one can know about the ska music made. god, not the ska.

reko has theater kid energy to me (both the yabusames do), but i doubt she was ever in any productions. her band/orchestra vibes are stronger and thats probably what she wouldve devoted all her time to instead. maybe, like, one musical, but she mightve not gotten the role she wanted and immediately quit. if she was, she drove everyone up a wall cause she was so hard to work with. shes a natural but she never shows up to any practices and is so easy to piss off, especially during the acting portions. skipping practice isnt a big deal to her because she can memorize things quickly, but it screws all the other actors up. she just isnt a team player (or rather, reko really wasnt a team player in highschool).

reko is a caffeine addict. she has overworking tendencies and i (used to) headcanon her as someone who abstains from alcohol / drugs / etc, so she resorts to coffee instead.

speaking of- i used to strongly believe reko wouldnt be the type to smoke or drink, specifically because i misinterpreted a line she said about her father ('hes not the best at staying true to his convictions, and gives into temptation') as being about addiction, when it was probably just supposed to be about her dad giving into the temptation of trying to make reko famous. looking back on it, thats closer to canon, and with the stress of being in the spotlight at such an early age and her self described 'delinquent phase' it makes a lot of sense to headcanon her as being a smoker or using other stimulants. i still think that you could possibly interpret her dad as having started doing those things at some point once they had surplus money from rekos early career, and i like the details that adds to her character; her trying to rebel from the industry not just out of a growing hate for it from being forced to do it, but also a wake up call for her father and hoping maybe hell stop if she refuses to be an idol anymore. her partially being so high strung later on because she never lets herself off the hook or resorts to substances that could calm her down.

i strongly believe reko has no idea how to actually be friends with people. like, yeah, when you talk to her during discussions she holds conversation pretty well and its not as if people dont want to be her friend or even that shes bad at it- its just that she has no experience. she doesnt know what shes doing. during pretty much the entirety of her developmental years, she was either getting forced into music stuff she didnt wanna do by her father or doing the music stuff she did wanna do. probably the only people she hung out with, if at all, were people she could hop the fence with to skip, and they werent really friends. alice even states himself that she had a habit of pushing people away and was alone.

in the same vein, alice may have dated more people than his far more charismatic sister. i refuse to drop this headcanon because its funny as hell. alice comes off strong, which you think would be a deterrent, but a lot of people are into that. its not as if reko doesnt, herself, but.... she has to deal with sheeping and girls thinking theyre just friends on top of that. moreover, i dont see reko as a flirty person- a lot of side content involves her getting flustered in some way. reko has an awkward flustered streak and it doesnt come out often but when it does it comes out strong, and its easy to find if you know where to look, so to speak. i mean, did you see the way she talked to nao on the 2f landing?

okay, i could keep going, but i ill spare you and stop here. thanks for letting me yap. or, rather, thanks for being my victim. if youve got stockholm syndrome, feel free to ask me for a part 2.

[mill-s]

HOW IS THE SKY FEELING TODAY ?

~a small gojo drabble

warning: none, a bit angsty

~1.1k

It was yet another rainy day. And as much as you loved the rain, it has ben 13days now of constant rain and it was getting too much.

You didn’t understand, and no one was understanding why such weather was going over your head for about two weeks now. Even the meteorologist’s predictions didn’t concorde. For them, it was sunny, but the sky was just crying over and over again.

And your heart was clenching.

Deep inside, you knew something was wrong. All this was the cause of a person or someone in an agonizing pain. It has to, it was the only explanation. And so, you decided it was your mission to solve it. And mostly to help this sad heart.

That’s how your journey began. You weren’t the only one on the case, humans and sorcerers were searching for the cause of it all. Rummaging all places across the country, exercising every curse hiding. Places have never been clearer. But the sky was still crying. Over and over again.

26 days have past and on the 27th it was different. Outside, it wasn’t rain you were seeing anymore, but snow. Little white pearls were falling from the sky this morning.

“The sky is cold today”, you thought out loud.

“The sky does not have feelings Y/n. Why do you keep thinking that every day?” That voice of her startled you and put you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t know Shoko, I just feel it, it’s like a string is attached from my heart to the sky and I can feel everything.”

“Then find a solution, talk to it and keep the rain away, I’m tired of it.” She retorted.

“It’s snowing today tho” you opened the window and put your arm outn feeling the snowflakes land in your hand and immediately disappear. “It’s pretty” And you were happy that since the grounds were so wet, snow couldn’t stay just becoming another raindrop into a puddle.

Pure white snow just made you sick to your stomach now.

“Last time it snowed in Tokyo maybe the sky was cold but at least our hearts were warm” It was very unlike Shoko to be sentimental like th- “If it doesn’t stop, we gonna drown and I deserve a more honourable death than that.” She sighed “Shitty weather, shitty life. We just need to get the fuck out of here and let the sorcerer life behind us. We have enough money to live a century with all the compensations that we got” There she was, it’s like I almost missed her.

“I’ll be going out. See if I can find something today.”

She hummed “Get me cigs on your way ack pretty”.

“M’kay, love you.”

“Yea yea, love ya. Now let me read in peace and stop with your weird string shit.”

Boy it was freezing outside. Even with your puffy jacket and his old scarf you were cold. The faint smell of him that still linger on it kept your heart a little bit warm but the strong smell of wood in his perfume was slowing leaving place to the one of humidity as you entered an abandoned building. The silence was often cut by the sound of a waterdrop and it was very dark inside.

Little noises were echoing inside this cold and empty place “Curses must have stay hidden inside.” You thought but as you try to feel cursed energy around you, you felt.. nothing. “Weird.”

Closing your eyes, concentrating, searching every little corner for curse energy you still found nothing. You frowned and started feeling every detail of this building without paying any mind to your surroundings that you missed the little creature coming towards you and slowly touching your ankle.

“AAAAAAHHH! Spiders I hate freaking spiders!” you screamed as you took a step back waving your hands in the air and closing your eyes. “Ah. What a weak sorcerer you must be if you fear a little innocent spider like this” his words resonated in your head as you remembered one of your first encounters.

But as you opened your eyes, you weren’t expecting to see..

“Meow”

A cat?!

What was that kitten doing in a place like this. “hi you” you said as you bended over, slowly approaching your hand to its face so it could sniff you and let you touch it. “What are you doing alone here?”

“Meow”

He was little, probably 3 months old, yet so fluffy already or so it seems. Its white fur was now grey and brown covered in dust and mud, looked starved, wet and cold, and has its eyes closed.

“Poor baby look at you” “Meow”

It was answering every time as you talked to it more with a baby voice.

And when you finally look at it again, after taking it in your arms and petting his head you saw it.

Bright blue eyes.

So blue.

So bright.

Piercing right through your eyes.

But totally making your heart clench. Mesmerized by this little furball, bawling your eyes out in the middle of an empty building.

It meowed again, and again, looking at you before posing its paw on your jaw. The action made you stifle a laugh.

“I’m fine kitty, don’t worry” “Meow”,

It was almost as you could feel worry in its voice.

“Let’s get your home hm” you said smiling.

“Almost though you died back there. Did you get my cigs? I don’ have any left.” Shoko tells you as you entered her office.

“Nope. But I got this, look!” you exclaimed happily showing her the kitty sleeping peacefully in your arms.

“A cat, seriously Y/n…” she facepalmed “Aren’t you allergic or something and that’s why you didn’t let G-“

“I don’t care Sho,” you pout “it was lonely and cold, I couldn't just let it to die like this. And beside that’s why you exist hm? You can heal m- sneeze”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Pleeeease”

“Fine, I will try to make something for you when I have the time.”

You spent your evening making him take a bath, doing all you can to warm him up, feeding him and you both passed out cuddling on your bed.

You woke up by the sun hitting your face. Outside, was a a big blue sky and a sun shining as its brightness.

“As blue as your eyes hm” you said to your kitten who was peacefully sleeping between your boobies. You laughed at the sight.

“You really are just like him yea” he purred as you start to pet his head.

From now on, the sky was only happy and warm.

I was feeling a bit gloomy about gojo today and thought of this, 🤧

hope you will like it <3

@chandeliermichel saw it first, thank you love

[charmac]

Ack, sorry for babbling in your inbox but god I just saw Rob's comments on Sunny now and it makes me feel ill, and really just sad, I like to give benefit of the doubt too but, jeez. Do you think it's like... when no one else ever takes you seriously, you start to believe them/not take yourself seriously or you just don't have the energy to argue anymore? So the presses, the Emmys, the media, a thousand random strangers say oh that show's still on air? that show should have ended years ago, and after so long only hearing that side of things he feels he has to agree, and it's not a bad joke, it's a fear that that's the truth, the need to jump ahead of someone else telling him it again by saying it first because he knows they're not going to get it, a defense before even being attacked because that's the response expected of him so it's the response he shills out even if he doesn't necessarily believe it deep down? God I hope he doesn't believe it. I didn't hear him say the actual words so I didn't get to gauge tone or anything, but ouch, especially considering old interviews with both him and the others where they talk about how much the show means, and considering even meta commentary in the show itself where they fought back against this sentiment already. (Shaking head disappointedly at him.) (Shaking head approvingly at you vagueing him on twitter)

Mm, yeah, that's an angle I didn't really consider honestly, and I definitely see that. Especially with the Emmys this year and them trying to like, say they're honouring Sunny as the longest running comedy while never even giving them so much of a nomination over the course of their 10+ years of campaigning... And then on top of that, every article written about their appearance at the Emmys called it a "reunion," as if they didn't talk about how they were coming off 16 Seasons... slap in the face on top of that all.

But yeah, I mean. Yeah, you do get told something so often, over and over, more as the years go on, and you do end up jumping ahead of it. But, to me, it still just hurts that there was no "but and," in play. (Maybe it was said but cut? Who knows.) It was just left on that note of "over for five or six years," which felt annoyingly specific to when he met RR.

On the meta commentary, YES, JFC, people on Twitter responding to my Tweet with Big Mo screencaps "did you not watch this episode, they've been saying it's over since Season 14." DID YOU NOT WATCH THE END? Like, lmfao? That is literally not the "gotcha" you think it is in any way at all! You're proving MY point.

Honestly I think it's just like, with TASP not returning and Rob so absent from most of the Four Walls stuff, Sunny being mentioned on his "more proclaimed" project was such an exciting initial prompt, (especially when we saw Glenn and Charlie go over for a match last season) so for it to just be a backhanded remark, or self-deprecating joke at best, was just in the moment extremely offputting and upsetting.. and made me want to turn off the TV and hence spiral a little and huff and puff..

Whatever, you know? Just gotta cut the tether and go back to being cool. A cool guy who hangs out with his cool show on his cool blog. I'm cool. (I know Glenn and Charlie stand by 16, hard, and I know they're excited for 17.)

[housamo-stories]

MC's new family part 9 (Housamo)

MC awoke still in Arsalan and Chernobog's arms, they looked around and saw that Mononobe and the others were talking and not paying attention, they then wriggled out from the massive lion's grasp and took the opportunity to sneak away, they ran down the beach a way's now out of view, as they walked they found some pretty seashells along the shore and began collecting them in the bucket they had used to make sandcastles earlier with Chernobog and Arsalan, they wandered finding one shell after another, they wandered for an hour before noticing a large blonde haired man sprawled out on a blanket wearing sunglasses, the man's muscles were well toned and large, the man appeared to be sleeping to the little summoner, so they walked over to try and shake them awake.

Ahura Mazda was having a wonderful dream about his brother Ahriman when he felt something shaking him he awoke with a bit of a start before noticing a little child next to him.

Ahura-goodness young one you gave me quite a fright, what might I help you with?

MC-you was bout to be sunburneded.

Ahura-Haha!, worry not young one, for I was merely tanning my body

MC-tanening?

Ahura-It is not important, the real question is where are your parents? Did you become separated?

MC shakes their head before showing him the bucket full of seashells they collected.

Ahura-oh my those are very pretty, did you find those all by yourself?

MC nods their head before taking out a large conche shell they found and handing it to Ahura Mazda.

MC-you can have, cause I like you and your big and shiny.

Ahura feels like an arrow of love just pierced his chest at MC's kind gesture.

Ahura-how precious of you!, thank you so much for this gift as I shall treasure it always.

Ahura then picks MC up with one arm.

Ahura-let us find your family as I'm sure they are starting to wonder where you are.

Ahura then begins to walk down the beach, MC in his arm pointing the way.

Mononobe turned to check on MC as he remembered that they were napping with Arsalan and Chernobog earlier, the sight he was met with horrified him as he could see the two large transients but MC was not with them, he quickly looked around to see if they were maybe playing somewhere else, but saw no sign of them.

Mononobe-W-where is my baby?! MC?!

the others turned they're attention to the man upon hearing his cries, Arsalan and Chernobog were startled awake upon hearing Mononobe.

Arsalan-ugh, What? Ack! Little cub?! Where did you go?!

Chernobog-My heroic one?! Where have you disappeared to?!

Everyone went into immediate panic mode as they tried to find their missing MC.

Ahura had finally arrived at the beach where MC said they're friends were.

Mononobe looked out of the corner of his eye to see MC in the arms of a large muscular tan blonde haired man, he then ran over to the two with a relieved expression on his face.

Ahura-I found the little one here wandering down by the beach a way's and took it upon myself to help them find their way back.

MC-look daddy, I made a new friend!

Mononobe smiles at them despite being a bit angry at their little disappearing act.

The others see MC as well and are relieved that they are unharmed.

Mononobe-I see that my love, but say goodbye as i'm sure he is very busy.

MC gives Ahura a sad look, their eyes saying "but I don't want him to leave", Ahura takes notice of this.

Ahura-do not be sad little one, as you have given me a valuable gift this day, I am sure we will meet again soon.

MC upon hearing Ahura Mazda's words then wraps their arms around his thick neck in an embrace, Ahura returning the sentiment.

MC-Promise?

Ahura-Promise.

Ahura hands MC to Mononobe before leaving, as he leaves he wonders to himself why the child seemed so familiar to him?

MC waves goodbye to him before looking at Mononobe and seeing the stern look on his face, they look to the others seeing they also have the same expressions.

Mononobe-little one I am quite upset at you, you should know better than to wander off like that, everyone was worried sick about you!

Arsalan-you should heed your elder young cub, as I feared the worst may have happened.

Chernobog-indeed my heroic one, if something had happened to you we would all be devastated.

Ded-yes please do not go off on your own ever again, what if someone with ill intent had snatched you away, it makes me shudder at such a thought.

Shennong-you nearly gave us all heart attacks young one, I already have enough stress when i'm at school.

MC-I sorry, no mean to scare you.

Everyone can see that their message got through to the little summoner, before they express how happy they are that they are alright before they return to their play.

Mononobe-I'm going to be keeping a close eye on you from now on little one, now lets go reapply your sunscreen.

After reapplying MC's sunscreen Mononobe joins them in playing with Krampus and yule as they played with the beach ball Ded eventually joining in their game as well, everyone was having fun until a large form came down from above seemingly out of nowhere, the dust settled to reveal it was Ophion.

Ophion-My darling little spouse! I have at last found you and wish to shower you with my affections.

Everyone looks at Ophion inquisitively, Mononobe holds his little one tightly while Jinn and Triton stand protectively between them.

Jinn-hey! Back away from our baby!

Triton-if you want them you'll have to go through us!

MC-Ophi!

Ophion-it is good to see you small one, as last time that insufferable kitten got in my way and kept me from having you all to myself!

Mononobe-wait you know my child?

Ophion-worry not as I bear no ill will to my beloved spouse's guardians and caretakers, I simply dropped in to see them.

MC-Ophi! You want to play with us?

Ophion-of course small one, as was my intention from the beginning, now let this dragon show you my beach ball skills haah!

Everyone joins in playing with the beach ball until the sun begins to set, MC having been tuckered out by their game now sleeps peacefully in Ophion's strong arms.

Ophion-sleep well my love.

Mononobe-so how do you and my child know each other?

Ophion-fate brought us back together as they are my spouse reborn, My eyes would never deceive me, that is all you need to know.

Mononobe sees the love and gentleness in Ophion's eyes as he looks at the sleeping child in his burly muscular arms, and has an idea for tomorrow.

[mickeytheticklee]

Happy spot

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x LeeReader

Summary: After Sam feels a little down she knows her gf will be there to cheer her up

Warnings: Tickling, mouth tickles, a bit sentimental in the beginning kissing, nothing too major

Note: I'm back (for a bit) but I thought I could share a fic for this rainy day :)

Sam recollects a memory she had before arriving to New York.

When you two started seeing each other it happened to be after the brutal attack of Woodsbro. Already Sam wasn't in the best mental state, you knew that. Sam wasn't the best at being vulnerable towards her feelings, knowing that she wasn't okay and was trying to seek help. You being the supportive girlfriend was willing to help her towards every step, every trial, even on her bad days you would help her. She talked about that with her therapist, that moment she told you and she was embraced by your touch for almost an hour.

“I never cried so hard after that."

“I just feel bad...that sometimes I don't show how much she means the world to me."

Sam knows you do a lot around the house. After your day job you tidy up the house a bit and then make dinner for Tara and her friends. You make sure Sam comes home to a clean house. The smell of a home cooked meal with fresh lilac sheets. Then you having the energy to snuggle up to Sam every night so she sleeps soundly. All that you do and Sam feels guilty that she hasn't given much back. Even though you say her smile is the best part about your day, or that it's the least you can do since Sam saved your life.

Sam came home extra early tonight, seeing what you maybe up to around this hour. Since you had the day off you had lots to do today. You were too focused on your special meal of the day that you didn't notice Sam coming towards you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey.", Sam says. You turned around and hugged her, as Sam notices your little chef outfit on. You watching a season of The Bear suddenly made you a chef, even though just last week you burned a grilled cheese.

“I have a surprise for you on the couch. But don't open it until I come.", You say, eager to finish cooking so you can give it to Sam. Sam always loved your gifts made by hand. It made her feel like a kid, having a huge smile from getting gifts from her school crush. Learning new things seemed to work for you, although you often had paper cuts and Sam had to kiss all of them so you'd feel better. She sits on the couch, waiting patiently for you to arrive. You did your jolly steps to the living room, handing a purple bag to Sam's lap. She thought you actually bought something when you really didn't, you just made it and wanted to be extra by wrapping it in a bag.

“Open it. I think you're going to like it.", You say, barely containing your excitement. Sam can show by how you weren't sitting down or else you would get jittery. She took off the wrapping paper, now holding a crochet stuffed bunny you made for her. It was cream colored, with a mini crochet blanket so the bunny won't get cold. Sam didn't know what to say or do, in the same breath she wanted to hug you but also wanted to cry. She was never gifted with a stuff animal, with all the years of being alone she drenched of having a stuff animal to hold closely to her chest.

“Do you like it?", You ask, followed by a warm smile to Sam. She sets the bunny on the coffee table next to the bag. She grabbed your entire body to her lap, hugging you tightly with love. You loved her security blanket hugs, until the hug ends up in the wrong spot.

“Love you too Sam ACK! SAM!", You say, feeling an unfamiliar squeeze to your mid area. Sam was never going to let you go. For a gift like that she plans on hugging you until she falls asleep. Hugs like this you couldn't escape from. You did once, until Sam chased you down and dragged you back so you can watch 90 day fiance with her.

“SAM! SAM! NOHOHOHO!!", You say laughing which each poke sent against your side. Your legs keep kicking with your head throwing back in laughing on Sam's shoulder. She smiled, enjoying the big grin you had on your face. Gifts weren't your love language but affection was, especially for tickles. Being tickled was worth a thousand gifts for you.

You looked at her, trying to hold the last bit of composure you had. Until you were moving at Sam's skittering fingers moving to your sides. “What's wrong? I'm barely touching you.", Sam says, giving you that teasing voice. You pout, cupping her hands and softly presses your lips to hers. Both of your heads were screaming fireworks at the kiss. The moment was romantic until her fingers caught back at your side. Instead of holding it in you giggle, which is much better than making funny faces to Sam because you're holding it in.

“Sam! Let go!", You say, tugging at her arms again.

“You want me to let go? I can do that.", Sam says, setting you down on the couch, making your tummy lay on her lap. Sam's hands come under your shirt, skittering her nails across your ticklish tummy. You laugh your head off, trying your best not to kick Sam due to how bad you squirm. You knew any violence would cause her to restrain your arms. “SAM! SAM! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!", You laugh, trying to get Sam's piano fingers off your tummy and torso. Of course you weren't trying, your hands were still covering your face as you knew for a fact the laughing was making your cheeks turn pink.

“STOP!!", You say before the tickling overtakes you, making you unable to say anything else. “Stop what darling?", Sam teases, knowing you love it, but also knowing you can't say the tword. She stops the tickling momentarily to give you a chance to respond. You were about to until she makes eye contact, making it impossible to recite anything. You smile in silence, in which Sam's heart was about to burst by how adorable you were. “Spare me please?", You ask politely of Sam to take it easy. Sam doesn't listen, she never does but it's because she goes by the opposite of what you say.

“No.", She says with a lovely grin and tickles your tummy again. This time you did kick as you didn't see the tickling coming. “FUVKFUCKHAHAHHA!!", You say, the cursing coming up as you laugh. The torture stops for a minute once again for Sam to say something absolutely ruthless, or corny.

“You know, they should make shirts that say tickle the cook. I'd certainly like that.", Sam says, causing a light blush to appear on your face. Withstanding all the tickling your apron was still on, being wrinkled up by the moving.

“But I guess kiss the cook works well too.", Sam says, putting an evil smirk on her face. This time you were grateful you weren't pinned upon Sam's great strength. But with your sudden movements she unexpectedly had your arms pinned under her knees. “No no no no SAM!" You say, giving little kicks for Sam to see. You kind of regret it, knowing that in seconds she could attack your feet. She kisses your forehead before moving to your lips, whispering a tease into your ear to give you loads of butterflies.

“You're so cute when you panic baby.", Sam says, giving you loads of tummy kisses afterwards. You didn't know why she trapped her arms if all she was giving was tummy kisses. But then the raspberries and armpit tickles came and that's when being pinned down was needed. “NOOOHAHAHHAH!!", You say, giving the biggest belly laugh Sam has ever seen. She felt so content of giving you pokes on your stomach, leading down to your armpits to messing with your ticklish ears.

“Don't be so dramatic I know you love this." She says, bundling you up with belly kisses again. She luckily set your arms free to wiggle around. But within that time you locked lips with her again. It was almost turning into a post tickle make out thing until she wanted a few kisses on your tummy. Fluttering tummy kisses was a good mix with the kisses. You both gave soft pecks, giggling in between and feeling Sam's hands wrap around your waist.

“Your so fucking adorable.", Sam says.

“And you're the best girlfriend ever.", You say.

“Gosh y'all are so gay.", Mindy says, rolling her eyes at the intimate moment you guys were sharing.

[chencrownado]

November 10, 2023

𝗠𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙,

Every new day's display of mercy serves to lighten the burdens of my heart, such is the boundless love of Christ! It is a love so infinitely great that 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝘁. (𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝟴:𝟯𝟵)

In contemplating the glorious gospel of Christ, I find it somewhat odd that my humble writings would ever catch the eye of readers. Each day, as I take pen to journal, I would usually hide away and engage in a profound conversation with Christ, my most Beloved Shepherd. It is not so much a dread of my compositions being seen or being read, but my penned expressions are usually poorly written.

But now it is my deepest desire to display this musings of grace in my life. I ponder at the thought that I should write for my Savior, I have but little of knowledge in words and sheered away from confidence easily. Perhaps, I am the same with Moses when he expressed his feelings of inadequacy by uttering the words, “𝗢𝗵, 𝗺𝘆 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱, 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲.” (𝗘𝘅𝗼𝗱𝘂𝘀 𝟰:𝟭𝟬) 

Nonetheless, I am continually compelled to pour out my heart through this writing, echoing the sentiment Paul Washer shared when he penned his recent book, "𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆." But who am I to write mere earthly words to describe my Sovereign Lord Jesus Christ, who embodies wisdom and is the ultimate source of knowledge? Such is the magnificence of my Beloved! Oh, that I could magnify Your name, O Lord! “𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝗦𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗗; 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂, 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀.” (𝟮 𝗦𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝟳:𝟮𝟮)

It is humiliating if I should write for other things, for everything next to Christ is unworthy of a minute’s writing. For all else pales in comparison to Him and is hardly worthy of a single moment's attention! They are all but contending of power, devoid of true worth—nothing more than empty vanity.

So I’ll try to write this composition as a testifier to the truth of Jesus in my life. I cannot deny that often times my love grows cold and my heart faints in believing that He will come again and He will bring me with Him in eternal life—that there is always this embedding vile heart that should believe He might forsake me, that I would flee away from my Lord when there will be seasons of great change, doubt, and weariness. But the promises of God, fellow believer, THAT I cannot deny—the promises of not just paradise, not heavenly riches but the appearance of my dearly Beloved face to face He will say to me, “𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.” (𝗛𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗮 𝟮:𝟭𝟵-𝟮𝟬) How precious is He that our betrothal with Him is forever! 

I have trodden a path of waywardness throughout my existence, yet one thing rests resolutely upon my conscience—that 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 (𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝟮:𝟮𝟬), His life and death has been my salvation, His love has been the anchor of my life. It is a wonderful love that has not left me, a love that has cleansed me and sanctified me. This love, and this love alone, possesses the remarkable ability to humble me to my knees when I transgress. Regrettably, I acknowledge that, in the future, I may commit sins more grievous than I dare to contemplate, even against the One who holds me in His beloved embrace. However, I find solace in the fact that I have received love, forgiveness, compassion, mercy, redemption, and a complete transformation through the sacrificial death of Christ Jesus my dearest Lord. Therefore, when I do fall short and sin, like David I will cry with beating-breasts guarded with the truth that God will not forsake me in my iniquity. Instead, He will remind me of His unwavering love for me, He will remind me that it was Him who has loved me first, The Lord Himself will carry me as I enter His throne of grace, and He will bestow upon my soul a blessed assurance that the strength to abide in Him—always and forever resides within His Spirit.

O weary souls, I encourage you to seek the boundless love of Christ, even though 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 (𝗘𝗽𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝟯:𝟭𝟵). His love overflows like an unending stream of water, with nothing to hinder its course. Therefore, I urge you to 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 (𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝟯:𝟮), to love Him, and to be loved by Him greatly, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿. (𝗟𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝟯:𝟯𝟭)

The love of Christ to you,

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣

[utsubotm]

Lyric shows up this time.

They thought about hiding away again to avoid festivities, because if there was one thing they hated it was noisy crowded areas, but they had been so blindsided last year by Floyd's cornering of them to distribute cake and graciously forgive them for clearly being very busy. It had stuck to their ribs for days after like the candied fruit—the guilt of not showing and being found out, which Floyd had likely thought about and forgot about in quick succession.

And much had changed, since then. They were closer now. Lyric hesitates to expect too much of that, lest they find themselves on the unfortunate end of... something. They think if Floyd said he didn't care about them at all, it would hurt.

They feel out of place at the party even if everyone is in either dorm or standard uniform, wary of any eyes upon them. In their hands is a small wrapped box hardly wider than two palms, and while trying to navigate the attendees with the meekest excuse me and pardon me and coming through's to exist from a dragon of all things, they run into the birthday boy(s) instead. Rather clumsily, to be honest. They almost get shoved right into their backs.

"Ack—.ᐟ Sorry, sorry.ᐟ 💦" they sputter out, managing to ungracefully wiggle on one foot and catch their balance. "I was looking for the gift table, but, umm... I'm realizing I forgot to put a tag on..."

Lyric holds their present box near to their ribs, eyes averted. Even now they have to gather their courage; a slow steady breath. You overthink too much.

"Umm... happy birthday, Fl—... to both of you." There was really only one tweel they were friends with, but they can at least attempt to not make it so obvious. Lyric holds out the present box a bit low for their hands, claws nervously picking at the edge, on the verge of shredding the decorative ribbon.

"... I heard that merpeople sometimes give each other seashells as gifts. But I didn't think you'd have any use for shells, so I found some sea glass instead..."

Their eyes are fixated on the polished, richly colored decorative glass in the box, overly critical of their own work. All the pieces had to be worn down, shaped, and etched by hand and then attached to the jewelry chains—despite Lyric's best efforts, they are clearly not perfect or identical. Even the matching pairs are slightly different, with slightly different densities and sizes and widths. Like the twins, in a way.

"I don't know if... the earrings you wear are sentimental, or important for something, but... I thought you might like the chance to change it every so often... it's alright if you don't." Their hands fidget in front of them, nearly in their lap if they weren't standing. The present is for both of them ( mostly because they didn't have any idea what Jade would want beyond mushrooms), but Lyric is only paying attention to Floyd's reaction. "I don't... have much experience giving presents. I hope it's okay."

"... happy birthday, Floyd. Jade. I hope you'll have another fun year."

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[touhoutivations]

Ringo, if available -

I recently took up a new job and it's been really kicking me. I imagine that's how you felt on the moon to make you come to earth, similarly running from this place to that, answering demands of your superiors. How can I obtain more endless energy our species is oft known for? I'll gladly bend down my antlers for you to stick some dango on.

In a similar vein of thinking to yours, sometimes the moon is a big bright orange pumpkin this early September and I thought I would share some sentiment with moon gazing. Especially after work, it's presence is quite serene. I wish there was a way we could hang out. It would be a nice load-off.

Sincerely,

A golden earth jackalope

"ACK- THEY FOUND ME!" [ahem] "Oh, you're from Earth, all good all good."

But man, I totally get it. If you're running about from place to place, especially if you were going along with a particular system- school, a bad relationship, a lack of self-regard- even if you're trying to treat yourself better or help yourself out you can feel MORE exhausted...I wonder if that's Earth's impurity... You're on the right track though! You gotta load up of fuel, not just any ol' food but stuff that'll keep you going, and listen to your body. Turns out sustaining yourself on just dango ain't that great for Earth rabbits, and it's actually the "impure" foods of fermented or pickled stuff that's helpful for fatigue.

Also, whilst it can sound counterintuitive and may even be more exhausting at first, you gotta prep yourself before you wreck yourself. I love me a good nap, but when winter's coming, it might end up counterintuitive to just sleep all the time. You gotta keep those bones limber and moving, we got all that energy from running, and we run cuz we got all that energy! And when you rest...how do I say this without being lame, treasure it? Not in a 'oh you should be grateful you're able to sleep' but paying attention to how nice it makes you feel, seeing a breeze or feeling the warmth of a blanket...really sink your teeth into feeling the positive flow of things. No feeling guilty for how long it's been or how long it takes allowed, you give yourself permission to ~mellow~

I think moon gazing is a great idea, at first I didn't like it because it was kinda sad, but...now I see the moon differently. I see it the way Earthlings do, a presence in the sky that shifts the tides and envelopes nature with its own subtle dark light, a Mythical being...heh, and the idea that seeing the moon that way would piss the Lunar Capital off just makes that bright orange pumpkin all the sweeter~

I'll skewer some dango on, but that's for a takeaway- so have some now and enjoy it, mmkay?

[arhvste]

next stop iwa-chan!

“looking for heartbreaks, headaches the doctor says it diagnosed with shit days, mistakes but i’ll be fine, but i’ll be fine, cause you’re my painkiller, when my brain gets bitter, you keep me close, when i been miserable”

“breakfast was okay right?”

“yes haijime, it was perfect.”

“good just checking.”

iwaizumi turned to face his new girlfriend and had a soft smile across his face.

the term ‘girlfriend’ felt different. y/n had practically been his girlfriend for a while now but without the label, but after making things official, iwaizumi found himself quite liking the once disliked term. y/n as his girlfriend just sounded right, it was as if by giving her the title, the whole definition and sentiment of the label had been renewed and rewritten and that was something only y/n could do in iwaizumi’s eyes.

“why’re you smiling you weirdo?” y/n laughed lightly and poked iwaizumi’s cheek to which he blushed.

“s-shut up i’m just thinking.”

“yeah? about what?”

“you.”

y/n scoffed and turned away from the man laying next to her momentarily.

“gross haijime!” she whined giggling before turning back to him, heat rising to her own face.

“you asked, i answered.” he shrugged as he admired y/n’s features.

he’d always insisted that he wasn’t attracted purely by looks, obviously that was a weighing factor because everyone has physical preferences somewhere but, iwaizumi truly felt like he’d just struck lucky with y/n. not only was she the most compatiable girl for him but she was ridiculously pretty in his eyes.

he’d compare her to an angel but he still felt that didn’t do her justice. everything about her felt so perfect right now. the way he was given the gift of getting to have y/n’s sleeping face and tousled hair as his first sight of the day, the way the sun shone down on her only enhancing her ethereal type presence. iwaizumi had never been in a moment where everything felt so in place. this was how things were meant to be and her certainly wanted more moments like these in the future to come.

“god, i love you.”

his voice gruff, sleep still yet to be shaken from it but, a genuine tone still underlined his statement. y/n knew he only said things when he meant it and right now, she knew he really really meant it.

“i love you too haijime.”

“no, no,” he shook his head, bringing his hand up to cup y/n’s cheek.

“i really am in love with you- fuck. you’ve done this to me.” a bright blush dusted over his face as a warm expression graced her face.

she sighed happily and pulled herself in closer to her boyfriend, resting her palm flat against his chest as his hand remained on her cheek.

“i’m happy your friend stalked me at the train station you know.”

“is that so? well, i can’t say i’m exactly mad about it now either.”

“you were mad about it?”

“fuming, you can’t just go around bothering strangers and trick them for personal entertainment.”

y/n snickered and patted iwaizumi’s toned chest.

“i think he meant well, i don’t believe it was for personal entertainment.”

“i bet it was; at first anyway.” he grunted, focus not once leaving the girl in front of him.

“well in that case for personal entertainment, he won’t be invited to our wedding.”

“o-ur what?!”

y/n laughed and buried her face into iwaizumi’s cotton t-shirt.

“you’re so cute haijime, i was kidding!”

she could hear his heartbeat pick up the pace and the quickened speed of his breathing. a moment of silence washed over the pair as they laid there neither uttering a word.

y/n closed her eyes as she focused on the steadying of his heartbeat when she felt a strong arm pull her on top of him.

“you might be kidding, but one day you’re going to be an iwaizumi i’m sure of that.”

it was now y/n’s turn to have a heart race like she’d just run a marathon. the tables had been turned and of course it was always him that had her cornered in her own games.

“shut up! don’t tease me like that!” she whined from on top of him as he wrapped his built arms around her securing her in place.

“i told you i’m not kidding, i wanna wake up like this everyday and besides,” a sly smirk tugged at his lips and he tilted his head closer to y/n’s.

“i like the way y/n iwaizumi sounds, don’t you?”

y/n huffed and shook her head in embarrassment resulting in iwaizumi to raise an eyebrow.

“no? i don’t think you mean that do you princess...”

“haijime! stop! you’re not fair i said i’d be the one flustering you!”

“oh y/n, nobody likes a sore loser.”

iwaizumi snickered under the girls body while she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“i warned you.” she muttered as she bit his neck causing him to yelp in surprise.

y/n then looked back up at the man below her and sent him a small smile. “that’s what happens when you annoy me.” she murmered as iwaizumi stared at the girl in disbelief.

“you’re unbelievable, i can’t say i don’t like that though.”

“gross.”

iwaizumi laughed and pulled her off of him and back onto her side. even just talking and playing in bed together felt new and exciting. it was as if he was experiencing what a relationship was all over again. like y/n was his first ever girlfriend and this was his first ever encounter with a relationship.

everything felt so natural, so pure, so right with y/n and he knew she was someone he’d want to keep close to him for the rest of his life.

obviously, having only of made y/n his girlfriend last night iwaizumi wasn’t going to get down on one knee just yet. he decided he’d have to wait a while for that. but still, thoughts of living a permanent life with y/n made him feel warm and excited at the same time.

“hey.”

“hm?” y/n hummed and met his eyes.

“i think we should meet your friends.”

y/n raised an eyebrow and stroked his cheek so delicately as if she were scared to break him.

“my friends? you know them briefly already don’t you?”

“i do... but i want to meet them properly you know... as your boyfriend.”

“i love hearing you say that.” y/n sighed and nodded. she was thrilled he was okay at taking things a little further. her friends had been rooting for this since the beginning so of course was was ecstatic about him wanting to introduce himself with his new title.

“you tell me when and i’ll sort it out.”

“today at lunch?”

“today at lunch it is.”

y/n smiled brightly as iwaizumi returned it. while it was only 10:58AM she knew the two would have to get up and dressed soon but still, before meeting her friends she wanted to enjoy the moment just a little longer.

even though there were so many more similar moments to come with iwaizumi.

-

next stop iwa-chan!

masterlist

an - iwaizumi’s search history does include engagement rings but that’s only because oikawa facetimed him and forced him to look and let him judge them

akaashi’s playgroup || two pretty setters and co

part 32 - details

part 33 - morning murmuring

part 34 - comedic duo

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[santaverse]

[ LOCATION ] : THE BELIEF DIMENSION; THE NORTH POLE, CHRISTMAS EVE

Today was December 24th; Christmas Eve! The big day! Does time fly or what? It was all hands on deck at North’s Workshop. Yetis and elves were running around the place, frantically helping each Santa load their sleigh full of gifts. Considering this wasn’t their first interdimensional Christmas, the Santas had a plan for the big day. For the Santas who delivered gifts, a sleigh full of toys would be prepared. Then, once the time was right, portals to each Santa’s home dimensions would open up, allowing the Santas to deliver presents where they came from!  Luckily North’s Workshop was big enough to withstand so many sleighs! 

For Detective Bullock, this was a sight to behold. He stood on the sidelines, hot cocoa in hand, and stared at the other Santas getting their sleighs prepared. Even Noel and Tohru were being equipped with sleighs and gifts! Knowing the feeling very well, Malcolm and Grandsanta turned to each other and gave a mutual nod. The two approached Harvey together, with Malcolm giving the detective a pat on the back. Harvey nearly swung on the old men, he was startled so badly.

“ Quite the hullabaloo, isn’t it? “ Malcolm said with a light smile. 

Harvey took another look at the organized chaos and shrugged.

“ Yeah, I dunno how you fellas keep up wit’ all dis mess. “ 

“ Hohoho, I often asked myself the same question! “ Malcolm chuckled.

“ It gets bigger every year, “ Grandsanta began. “ Christmas was a lot simpler back in me old days! None of this runnin’ about! “

“ I’m used to a quiet Christmas. No people, no carolers, just me n’ some pizza. I dunno how you fellas think wit’ all dis noise. “ Harvey scoffed to himself, yet kept an eye on the process. “ Still… y’gotta admit Pops, it’s pretty impressive. “

“ Aye, “ Grandsanta agreed. “ Nothin’s blown up, all the elves n’ reindeer are in-tact! That sounds like a win t’ me, ay? “

Harvey turned towards the two and crossed his arms. “ So, why ain’t you two wrapped up in all dis? Ain’t you fellas got a home t’ get to? “

“ We’ve retired, “ Grandsanta answered. “ I’ve had me fun n’ the sun, but now it’s time I let me boys take it from ‘ere. “  Malcolm smiled towards his father, then explained. 

“ My son Arthur is in charge of Christmas now. He and his brother Steve are absolutely wonderful at keeping up a good Christmas. Now, I’ve got much more time to spend at home with my wife Margaret and my father! I’m much happier now than I’ve been in ages, truthfully. “ 

“ Huh, “ Harvey replied. “ Good for da both of yas. Y’know I- “

Before Harvey could add any sentiments, the entire workshop began to rumble. There was a loud CRASH and a bright flash of light engulfed the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and shielded their eyes. 

“ IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT? “ North shouted from atop his staircase. 

Once the light began to fade, the Santas prepared themselves. They knew what this sensation was. It was the same phenomenon that brought them all together. It was the work of the Spirit of Christmas, bringing a new Santa to the workshop. However, none of the Santas were prepared for who was about to show up.

“ HO! HO! HO! HO! HO! “ Hundreds of Santas came running out of the portal! They ran towards each Santa and Yeti and began restraining them in headlocks!

“ What the- ACK!! H-Hey let go! This is naaaughty!!  “ Sea Santa cried. 

“ Sacré bleu! “ Pierre Noel yelped. He was yanked by his beard by one Naughty Santa into the arms of another. “ What is zis?! “

“ O-Oh dear!! “ Santa Paws whimpered. Two of these Naughty Santas backed him into a corner before grabbing hold of him. “ H-Heeelp!! “

“ Zzz… “ Two Naughty Santas approached Sleepy Santa, but stared at each other in confusion once they saw that he was asleep. They shrugged, then grabbed a hold of him anyways. This woke him up instantly. 

“ Zzg-huh, what? Oh goodness! What’s going on here?! “

North reached for his swords, but was met with four of these Naughty Santa clones leaping on top of him. “ RRRGH… “ He struggled against them, and was slowly lifting the clones off of him! But, other clones spotted this, and joined in the dogpile. North was powerless. “ AGH!! “

As the chaos continued, two final figures stepped out from the portal. One Santa looked just like the other clones who had attacked the other Santas. However, he had a dark ‘M’ brandished onto his suit. 

“ GOOD WORK BOYS!! “ he applauded the clones.

Beside him was another, smaller and rounder Santa who was cackling at all of the mayhem. As soon as he emerged, the Santas gasped. Classic Santa and Jolnir shared a silent look of realization to each other.

“ The one we were warned of… “ North mumbled, barely being able to see through the Santas piled on top of him.

“ Hello my good Santas! Did you enjoy my little show? As you can see, there’s going to be a few CHANGES to Christmas this year!! “

[saranghanuuu]

PERKS OF DATING A YOUNGER GUY I LEARNED AFTER WATCHING CHINESE DRAMA FIND YOURSELF + REVIEW!

1. He has less baggage

This means that he has more time to attend to your needs and wants unlike an older guy with a demanding schedule and lots of responsibilities at hand.

2. He's more open-minded and adventurous

They are open to having new experiences and won't judge you for veering off the path you should stay on.

3. He's infectiously energetic *ehem*

Need I say more? A younger guy's youthful sense will surely find unimaginable ways to impress you!

4. He puts you on a pedestal

A younger man will appreciate your maturity and experiences and will admire you for it. They're also most likely take advice from you without letting it bruise their ego.

5. He'll make you feel young

Be prepared to relive the fun parts of your younger years with him.

It's not so wrong to say that the May-December relationship is taboo, especially among Asians. Most people I know had this inkling that when a younger guy hooks up with a woman way older than him, it could prolly mean one of two things — the guy's a paramour or she's a sugar momma. I'm honestly not a fan of it either on the premise that women mature faster than men. Let's be real, an immature relationship is a disaster. But now that I'm in my late 20s, and a hopeless romantic single at that, I kinda pondered over this. It suddenly occurred to me, what if one day I’m caught up in the position of being pursued by a younger man? Will I let the stigma affect me emotionally? Or will I take the risk ‘coz all is fair in love? I still don’t have a definite answer to this question. However, watching Find Yourself served as an eye-opener for me to look at things from a different perspective.

Find Yourself is a 2020 Chinese drama starring Song Wei Long and Victoria Song. It tells the story of a 32-year old Executive Director who never *even once* experienced dating. Given her age and career stability, she receives constant pressure from the people around her to find someone to marry and has since frequented blind dates arranged by her family, friends, or colleagues. But this girl is just someone who swears by the "spark" - no spark, then no point to the relationship. She may be old for fantasizing over first love and such, but she still yearns that it'll naturally come to find her someday. Until her thirst for real romance is quenched by a 22-year-old guy who started working as an intern in her company at his brother’s request.

Although hesitant at first due to their huge age difference and the societal views, she went out with him on the condition that they'll keep it a secret for the first 3 months. If everything went well, she agrees to publicize her relationship with him.

Let’s start off with the good things...

I just can't with this drama...! This so beautiful, cute, relatable - especially for a woman in late 20s like me. 

Plot-wise, it was well-imparted and makes perfect sense, touching a looooooot of relationship aspects in 41 episodes. Not only did I enjoy the happenings between our main couple, but our side couples' stories are very interesting too.

This drama pretty much straightened out my prejudice about age-gap relationships.

Light-hearted, just the way I like it! Every episode will make you smile and/or laugh hard.

Sexual tensions overload and superb kissing scenes! Let those hormones rush in. Not awkward to watch 'coz They. Did. Not. Hold. Back. Ack! If you're single, be prepared to feel MORE SINGLE watching this drama.

Well-written lines that will make you feel real emotions. The words will shoot you straight to the heart.

Acting-wise, the casts, from the mains down to the sides, did a super fine job in conveying the sentiments of their characters. My highest admiration goes to male lead Yuan Song, not (only) because he’s young, hot, and handsome, but because his youthful vibe made me reminisce the paradox of my early 20s awww. Anyways, in the beginning, I am sort of confused why (of all girls) he fell head over heels with our female lead He Fanxing who's obviously out of his league. I even suspected him of taking advantage of her naivety in matters of the heart. But as the drama went along, our dude proved himself genuine... That he's sincerely just a guy who's deeply in love with a woman... That indeed, true love can exist in this kind of relationship. Both Yuan Song and Fanxing emotionally benefited from each other and it's so lovely seeing that.

⚠️ AND SORRY BUT THIS IS A SPOILER ALERT⚠️

Halfway through the drama, our main couple called it quits. I'm somewhat grateful that it happened. Their break-up scene is just so powerful I had to rewind it many times. Not because I liked seeing them suffer from the consequences of their incompatibility. Rather, I loved it 'coz it became the turning point of their relationship.

Their love is premature, to begin with — trust isn't mutual, commitment is one-way, only showing each other's good sides in fear of the relationship turning sour, one is willing to compromise while the other wants to avoid responsibility, filled with doubts and insecurities. During this break-up phase, we were shown the difference between how kids and adults behave and decide in a dilemma. I suddenly remembered this one line delivered in the drama which I agree with — "Only kids would choose one or the other. Adults find solutions". The break-up also served as our main couple's period of contemplation about who and what they want in life. It taught them how to fully embrace their offbeat romance against the norms. Fortunately, things wrapped up into a sweet end.

And of course the bad...

Hmmm... Maybe I'm just not used to it but am I the only one who thinks that this drama is quite lengthy? Yes, I enjoyed it but it's not a good one to binge-watch. It took me almost a month to finish this I nearly drowned haha. Honestly, there were parts they could've just compressed instead of dragging it for too long. One example is Ye Luming and He Fanxing's relationship trial. Ooohhh I hate this part it brought shivers down my spine ugh. Well truth be told, Luming and Fanxing are compatible and better off as friends. They jive so well, and I give it to them that they're both adults who can only understand adult things.

But when Luming all of a sudden became a sneaky character to an intolerable point... Ah, I don't know anymore! Seeing how compelled Fanxing is to being Luming's girlfriend got under my skin. Although these ugly parts eventually became a good contributory factor to Fanxing's realization of her true feelings towards Yuan Song, but still...! I also hated Fanxing at one point for being so gullible in love. But yeah, I had to swallow it because that's her character setup in the first place. It should be expected of her to be hasty and dubious about it.

On the other hand, I wished they've been generous in showing us more about how Yuan Song and Fanxing's relationship is going after the public reveal. I've been waiting for this the entire time (they could've done so much more in 41 episodes' length!) so I'm quite disappointed.

After watching the second season of Well-Intended Love, I admit I lost interest in Chinese dramas. So watching this restored my faith in them. I even have a list of C-dramas lined up now! But I have to move on from this one first before I start another. It's not as easy as I thought ㅠㅠ

What do you think about this drama? Are we on the same frequency? ❤️

If you haven't watched this yet, watch it now. As in 지금부터 RIGHT NOW. Highly-recommended!

[prompt-master]

THIS BITCH FUCKING DYING XD XD X'D

This is a lighthearted comedy fic, but I’m going to give a warning for mention/talks of suicide and death.

Now this may be a shocking sentiment to share; but being in a killing game fucking sucked, even if you were Momota Kaito. As ludicrous as that statement appears, heroes had a tough time in tragedy too. Kaito found himself feeling disappointed more often than he would like at the sight of his companions distrusting each other. How were they supposed to work together and escape if people were “scared” that they would be “murdered”?! Kaito believed in trust to the bitter end and he would see that philosophy through. To point the finger at others and accuse them of murder is simply what the mastermind wanted him to do, and if Kaito was anything he was not a loser.

But that’s part of what made his sidekick so incredible! No hero was complete without his supporting role! Of course, Shuichi was much more than a supporting role. In many ways he was the protagonist of his own world (Kaito is still the hero of this story, make no mistake). Even though Shuichi relied on the motivation of others to see himself through, he was probably one of the most capable men he’d ever met. His intinution and detective skills were essential to each trial when his thoughts weren’t fogged up by mental recoil. And despite his reclusive demeanor, he was a good friend to have that everyone wanted the best for. Shuichi was Kaito’s sidekick and it showed! For his sidekick had to stand on his own as one of the best!

...Well, maybe sometimes Shuichi didn’t have a leg to stand on because he didn’t look so dependable laying face-down on the ground. 

“Shuichi! Are you- what are you doing?” 

Shuichi was down on the ground in front of his Ultimate Lab with his foot stuck propping the door open. He didn’t lift his head up when Kaito called out his name, instead opting for a string of gibberish and raising one hand off the ground. 

“No, seriously. What are you doing?” Kaito propped the dizzy detective up against the wall, catching him as he nearly swayed back down to the floor in response. Kaito took note of his flushed face and unfocused demeanor. There wasn’t...booze in this killing game right? That would suck. A killing game and booze wouldn’t mix well. Although some may disagree and say a pint is just the pick me up after watching one of your friends be slaughtered.

“M-Momota-kun…” it seemed Shuichi was gathering his bearings again. He braced himself against Kaito by gripping his sleeves. 

“Alright, c’mon Shuichi. Let’s get you to the others. I’m sure they can help us out somehow!”

“Ah but...first things first…” Shuichi looked up at Kaito with a determined resolve in his eyes typically reserved for class trials. 

“If I die, it’s a suicide.”

Huh?

Huh?

HUH?!

WHAT?!

“Shuichi?!” Kaito shook Shuichi by the shoulders until he looked ready to pass out and keel over for good, “Why would you do that?! You have so much to live for!”

And Shuichi had the damn nerve to look exasperated by the panic, “Ack- Momota-kun please calm down it was an accident!”

“How do you accidentally kill yourself?!”

“Well it happens all the time really but-”

“That’s not reassuring coming from you! Just-” Kaito took a deep breath to steady his frustrations, “why the hell are you dying?”

“It’s- haha, well uhm, it’s a bit of a funny story you see-” Shuichi stopped his ramblings at Kaito’s unimpressed glare, Shuichi sighed and slumped over with a sense of shame and embarrassment, “I was in my lab familiarizing myself with the various poisons in case anyone tried to use one, but ended up dropping a bottle of powder on the floor and inhaling quite a bit.”

“T-that sounds pretty serious…” Kaito mumbled. “How do you treat a toxic inhalant?...How do I help you..? Just say the word and I’ll be there, sidekick!”

Shuichi closed his eyes and rested against the door. After a moment he said “At this rate, people will assume you killed me since you were with me all this time. So, to prove that it was a suicide-”

“Shuichi I asked how to save you not how to solve your murder.”

Shuichi tilted his head with a fog of puzzlement in his eyes, “...but solving murders is what I do?”

“Well don’t do it right now! I’m trying to prevent your death!”

“Hm.” Shuichi seemed to have to rethink his evaluation, but the situation hadn’t changed. “This is a killing game, Momota-kun. I don’t think surviving or saving is on par with the course of action the mastermind planned out.”

“W-well if there’s a poison, there’s an antidote right?”

Shuichi shook his head, “No, there’s probably enough materials to make one, but... I’m not a chemist.”

“Let’s ask Iruma to make one then!”

“She’s not a chemist either.” Not to mention Shuichi didn’t trust any sort of edible concoction Miu put together. He wasn’t sure what she would create, but he did know it would make him want to die even faster.

“Ok then, let’s ask Harumaki!”

“Wh- Momota-kun, Harukawa-san kills people!”

“Yeah, so maybe she knows how to unkill people too! I’m pretty sure she can do basically anything.”

Shuichi, with his head now in his hands, decided that it would be easier to simply go along with Kaito’s antics. His body felt weak and gross and his head was splitting, which was a shame because in all honesty that powder had smelt nice. If only it didn’t leave his lab in need of a quarantine. It could’ve been a good candle scent. Or perhaps Shuichi was just veering into delirium. Dying will do that to you. 

He was definitely veering into delirium because one moment he was staring down at his hands and the next he was being carried by Kaito. The worst part of it all was that it didn’t match his daydreams of being romantically carried bridal style by his crush. Instead he was a heavy sack of dead weight plopped against Kaito’s back trying to keep his nausea down as Kaito descended a set of stairs.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” Shuichi mumbled upon realizing that he couldn’t remember Kaito’s plan. If he had one.

“We’re going to get you help!” Shuichi thought it was a pretty bad idea. It would just make the trial even more confusing and he wouldn’t be able to clarify since corpses don’t make for good witnesses. Even if he wanted to voice that though, he ended up in a nasty coughing fit that left him gasping for air.

“Dammit!” Kaito hissed out, “If only Tojo was still here!”

That Shuichi agreed with. If Kirumi was here she would somehow manage to create a cure even though that was absolutely not in the job description of a maid. Her backstory concerned Shuichi quite a bit.

“There he is!” Kaito yelled out, picking up his pace from a light jog to a full run.

“We’re...w-w’re going to ask him for help...?” Shuichi mumbled, before letting out a loud groan, “no, that’s okay...j-just let me die then.”

“Oi Monokuma!” If it weren’t for the imminent danger that would result from it, Kaito would be throttling Monokuma until something broke. “You have to help Shuichi, dammit! Give him a cure or some shit!”

Monokuma tilted his head, looking up at Kaito with pseudo-innocence, “are you stupid or something?”

“Wh-” Kaito nearly lost his anger in confusion, only for it to come back tenfold, “you have to help him!”

“No I don’t, lol.” Monokuma shrugged, “I think the bastard dropping dead would be great! Honestly any of you mistakes would do, he’s not special or anything.”

“He’s our detective!”

“Yeah, you lot are screwed without him, huh?” Monokuma let out a cackle, curled in on his stomach like Shuichi dying was the highlight of his day. “Sounds so beary hopeless to be without a protag, huh! Man we’ve lost two protags in one show, that’s a new record! Someone write that down, I want a medal!”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about…” Kaito shifted Shuichi higher up on his back, ignoring the mumbles in his ear of what evidence to use in the trial, “but don’t start planning yet! Shuichi isn’t dying on my watch!”

Monokuma nodded, “yeah, you are stupid.”

“Fine then I’m going to Harumaki! She was my first plan anyway since you’re so useless!”

“Useless?” Monokuma’s voice wobbled, his head tilted down like a child being told to apologize for wrong doing, “and after all I’ve done for you too...I don’t have to provide you lot with food and shelter, you know.”

“Ahh shut up! We don’t have time for your weird feelings!” 

The world became another dizzying blur as Kaito ran off yet again. “Don’t worry Shuichi! I’m taking you to Harumaki! She’ll have everything figured out!”

---

“You inhaled a toxic powder from your lab?”

Shuichi nodded.

“And you’ve gotten no treatment this entire time?”

Shuichi nodded.

“How are you not dead already?”

Shuichi shrugged.

Maki sighed and pinched her nose, wondering how the hell these two idiots got themselves into such a mess, “Saihara, I always thought if you were going to die it would be from murder and not from some bullshit like this.”

Which was a fair assumption really. Being the detective among them, the group learned to rely on Shuichi’s deductions to solve the murders. Without him, there would be a lot of chaos that the killer could use to trick everyone. Wait. Why has no one tried to kill Shuichi again? Shuchi couldn’t tell if he was a lucky man or not, but considering he was currently dying on his crush’s back it’s safe to say he leaned towards unlucky.

Maki turned to Kaito, glaring at him in a way that said she wanted to help but the situation sucked to do anything, “what exactly do you want me to do about this?”

“Save him, of course!” “I’m not a doctor. I’m the opposite. I kill people.” 

Shuichi wished desperately that he could say “I told you so”

“Look Harumaki, we can’t just let him die like this! We’re his friends so we have to do whatever we can to help him! Not just for us, but for Akamatsu too! She wanted him to live!”

Harukawa’s steel glare seemed to melt a little at that.

“So we need a plan!” Kaito said, “and the plan is to save Shuichi!”

“That’s not a plan, that’s a goal. And it’s a stupidly impossible goal too.”

“Nothing is impossible!”

Shuichi wondered if he could just close his eyes and die to avoid all the yelling he’s had to endure today. 

Another voice joined the conversation with a loud cry of “what’s impossible!?” It was none other than Iruma Miu, confidently placing herself into the scene when no one asked her to. Kiibo was with her, following at a much slower pace with an expression that screamed second-hand embarrassment. With her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face, she ensured all parties had their eyes on her before speaking again.

“Because this hard-headed freak is right! Nothing is impossible with my beautiful plump brain around! What is it you’re looking for? A new way to pull off a fictional r18 move? I knew you three were depraved, but don’t worry Mama Miu has got it covered-”

“No, you idiot.” Maki cut her off without a drop of sympathy. Shuichi didn’t have any sympathy either though, so really it was just relatable. “Saihara is dying.”

“Eh? What?” Miu’s voice fell into a submissive whimper. She curled in on herself and fiddled her hands together. “That doesn’t sound good…”

“Yes dying is usually not good.”

Kiibo worriedly hovered near Kaito, trying to get a good look at Shuichi, “is he ok?”

“No. Because he is dying.”

Miu seemed to have panic in her eyes, “he can’t die! Not yet anyway! Who killed him huh?! Who’s trying to escape?!”

“Iruma!” Kaito ignored her questions, “you can save him, right?! He was poisoned, and you always say that you can do anything!”

“I-I mean yeah I can but… but I don’t know anything about biocompatibility... I honestly just put things in the body and hope it works…I would need more time...”

“Then what about you Kiibo?! Maybe you can...I don’t know- analyze the poison and come up with a cure!”

“My algorithm doesn’t do that...I could do a Google search if we were given WIFI access though...”

“Dammit does anyone have an idea to save Shuichi?!”

“Oh! Oh!” Miu raised her hand, “I’ve seen people induce vomiting in movies to stop poison! That’ll work, yeah?!”

Maki, realizing that this conversation was going to draw out far longer than to her liking, pulled out a chair and sat in it, “first of all: do not do that. Second of all it was an inhalant. I don’t think that will stop his lungs from shutting down any time soon.”

“I know!” Kiibo turned to Miu with a determined look, “Iruma-san! Repurpose my wiring so that my hands function as a defibrillator!”

“Did you not hear what I just said?” Maki asked.

“Well it might stop Saihara-kun from dying if his heart stopped!”

“There’s nothing we can do.” Maki stressed, “we just have to lay him down, monitor him,, and hope he lives” 

“Harumaki that’s the same as giving up!”

“Hey hey!” No. God dammit. Sure, let’s keep complicating the dialogue. Shuichi was having a very bad day. Could this poison just finish him off already instead of leaving him on death’s doorstep? Fucking rude. Ouma Kokichi, hearing the glorious sounds of frantic arguing, skipped over to the group with a peachy look on his face.

 “What’s wrong with you all? You’re acting like somebody died.” Kokichi did a dramatic gasp, covering his mouth with his hands, “did someone die?! Did someone finally kill Keeboy?!” 

Kiibo stopped debating with Miu to give Kokichi an unimpressed look, “seriously?”

“Nishishi- yeah, I guess that would be too lucky.”

“Can you take something seriously for once in your life?” Maki glared, “because somebody will die if we can’t figure this out. Saihara inhaled a toxic powder and we aren’t sure how much time we have left to save him.”

“Ehh?” Kokichi’s face turned from confusion to worry. He’d clearly thought Maki was messing with him until he saw Shuichi’s half conscious body draped over Kaito looking very much like a victim of poison. Just as quickly as his expression changed it turned into an over exaggerated ploy they’d all seen a million times. His eyes filled with tears, his lip quivered, his nose started to sniffle. With a hiccup in his voice he began to whimper, “one of you guys is trying to kill my Saihara-chan?! I thought you all were preaching about friendship and trust and ending the killing game!”

Kokichi tilted his head back as he fell into a full on sob. A loud childish ear-breaking wail resounded as tears poured from his eyes with practiced ease. “You guys are so awful!” he yelled in between his sobs, “how could you do this?! Saihara-chan can’t die!”

“Would you shut the fuck up, flat ass!’ Miu yelled. 

And just like that Kokichi’s sobs had turned off. A complete 180 from his previous demeanor. It was like he hadn’t cried at all. His eyes weren’t red and puffy, his nose was dry, and his body was relaxed and poised. He stared camly down at his fingernails, examining them as though this situation was nothing more than a slight inconvenience to his day. “I’m serious, you know. I would never joke or lie. Saihara-chan can’t die, this game wouldn’t be the same without him.”

Kaito nearly asked Kokichi what he meant. Did he care about Shuichi? Did he care about their survival? Was he finally coming around? 

“Oi Monokuma!” Kokichi yelled. Monokuma bounced into the scene as though he was on Kokichi’s beck and call. “Hey did you know that Saihara-chan is dying? Like right now? And we’re all just watching that?”

Okay. Maybe he wasn’t starting his redemption arc then. Maybe he’s still the same piece of shit Kokichi.

“Ouma, what are-”

“Of course I know! It’s pretty funny, huh Ouma-kun?”

Kokichi laughed along with Monokuma, as though they were cut from the same tree. But then suddenly he was back to that semi-disappointed demeanor. “Yeah. Saihara-chan is dying. And doesn’t that really suck? This game is going to sooo be terrible without him. In his trial I bet we’re all going to die because these morons can’t think without him. You know that too, don’t you, Monokuma? WIthout Saihara-chan your show is going to be cut off in this most annoying and unentertaining way. Ahhh I can’t believe this is how the game ends. After all that build up too. I don’t think I even want to be a part of this any more honestly. I’d much rather pig breath die.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

 Monokuma seemed taken aback by Kokichi’s analysis. He pondered it for a moment, nervously looking around and imagining all the lovely executions that would go to waste if Shuichi died right now. With a sigh he pulled out a very suspicious bottle from-...actually where did he pull that bottle from? Not important. What was important was that there was finally a cure in front of them, the one they’d been asking for all this time.

“Give him this and the brat should be good as new!” and with that Monokuma popped away.

Kokichi, holding the vial, smiled brightly at the others, “Here you go! Don’t let Saihara-chan die again okay! I don’t care if any of you others do but Saihara-chan is very special m’kay?”

…

…

...

“So you mean…I really could have asked Monokuma for a cure?! The bastard was just lying to me!?”

[gayspock]

komaeda

(starts chasing you)

How I feel about this character lets embarass ourselves right off the bat. because you know? you know what? ive got horrifyingly complicated feelings. and its like... jesus god... (shakes head)

i guess its just.... he's just separate entities now, isnt he? IM NOT TRYING TO- you know.... like im not trying to make it all so much more than it is, but it kinda just happens. like- he's sort of become a punchline on this site in particular, whether that be fingers in his ass sunday (good lord, thats rotten to say like that) or a "cursed" "meme" (ACK!) post or whatnot. but then there's also the VERY removed fan interpretation of him, in its mant variations, and that- well... a lot of those versions of him are also fucking loathsome.

but then for me personally. i dont know. i also have multiple different perspectives on him, in of itself. does that make sense?

because jeez, man- LIKE... he genuinely DID mean a lot to me as a younger teen. JOKES aside he was hilariously quite special to me which god bless your fucking soul... when i first interacted with DR, i did quite sincerely obsess over him and obviously. that did sort of... morph over time, then? because- you know how it is.... when you're in a "fandom space", your perceptions will shift and change with it (i do have a ramble about that locked and loaded im specifically going to stop myself from getting into here GOD bless) and i know with himit did become several layers of well im still obsessed, well this is a joke, well this this embarrassing, this that and the other... etc. etc. etc. lalala. i think its fun and cute to do that you know and get yourself all twisted into silly knots that you cant explain to anyone, not even yourself<3

BUT FR. now looking back on it its like.... if i just strip it back. i do still really do like him as a character, yknow? funnily enough. and i do still identify with some aspects of how i felt before but... with a hopefully slightly more mature perspective? LIKE- OKAY... RIGHT. LIKE. I THINK WHAT KIND OF EMBARASSES ME THE MOST is like... his whole little inferiority complex and very particular thought proocesses (DO be quiet...</3) really were things i found a lot of solace in (shut up</3) as a 16 y.o and its like bestie... in many ways im still like god. well yeah. but also its like cmon if we have to be like that does it have to be through fucking komaeda..... because like also obviously, along with my perspective on him, i dont rlly feel the same way abt DR as a whole as i once did. obviously. now im like- HELL im strikingly indifferent to it now. huh. weird. BUT EH.

All the people I ship romantically with this character you know its funny. i dont actually get.... invested-invested in "ships" and dying by particular ones. LIKE- for the most partits like i do LIKE certain dynamics and think theyre fun to entertain but i rarely ever have dedicated a whole lot of my interaction with a certain media to just that with like... the exceptions of j*hnlock when i was 13 and the MUCH later appreciation for spirk (though obviously i love other parts of tos- but they are an actual pairing where im like ok.. sniff sniff yah.. and did have a particular grip on me for a hot sec) AND........................................ komahina.................. which also fucking. yeah. i guess its just a fucking. every 5 years i get something wrong with me. thats actually a very funny regular schedule.

i dont think i do seriously commit to anything else, though. i liked the ot3 with them and nanami but i dont know how i feel about komaeda/nanami or if its just hinata has TWO hands. i really havent revisited SDR2 recently enough to properly assess that but my inclination is still a "uhhh, idk..." bc i do v much see komaeda as a gay man. im not opposed to some naegi/komaeda sentiments but i also dont rlly take that aboard more than like a passing haha sure moment rather than any proper exploration of it.

My non-romantic OTP for this character hmm... not sure! i think i need to revisit for some more specific interactions bc hell its been a LONG time since i replayed sdr2... but even then. i think any "brotp" type pairings WOULD be very much in the realm of hypothetical headcanoning - bc you know... HELP. he isnt offered much in the text. i think ive always liked the idea of like... komaeda being friends with anyone else from his class if he had the proper chance. and i think, like as i said above, with him, hinata and nanami if they WERE together it'd obviously be with him and nanami being besties but i guess thats also hard to asses with so much distance from the damn thing

My unpopular opinion about this character hhow.... hhoow. i think. chrit. I DONT KNOW HOW YOU KNOW. unpopular..... i think the interpretations of komaeda can be so fucking insane to the wall yet somehow so rampant that its literally so hard for me to say sth does tha tmake any sense.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon i wish he wasnt in danganronpa. i wish none of the cast of the first two games were in danganronpa. i wish dr3 was better despite the fact i had a lot of fun on this blog in 2016. i wish i wish i wish upon stars but ultimately its fine if none of it comes true ive made my peace <3

[ashrel]

Qiuyue - Voicelines

Hello: Hello, mortal. I am Qiuyue. Zhongli sent you to fetch me? Tell the old man that if he wants me there, he can do it himself. I am no adeptus, to come and go at his whim like so. Next time he does this, he’s going to find a scorpion in his bed. You want to know my full title? Fine. I am Qiuyue, the Hu Li Shen. You need not know the rest. Is this satisfactory? Good. Run along now, I have much more important business to attend to.

Favorite Food: You want to know my favorite food? Well… I am partial to candied walnuts. Why do you wish to know? You’ve never heard of them? Well, that is to be expected. They are a Liyue-only delicacy, as far as I’m concerned. I’m quite busy now, some fools seem to be causing trouble at one of my shrines. If you need anything else, go ask one of my retainers. Now, leave.

Least Favorite Food: Least favorite food? Why would you need to know that? Well, if you insist. I have lived centuries here in Teyvat, and sampled many types of food. I’d have to say my least favorite are those fruits called grapes. I believe they originated in Natlan, which I’d wager is why you haven’t heard of them, only having been to Mondstadt and Liyue. Anyways, if you come across them, please don’t feed them to any of my subjects. They’re highly poisonous. Oh, wipe that look off your face! They’re only poisonous to the fox species, not you mortals! Hobbies: Oh, you want to know my hobbies? I do enjoy a good prank from time to time. If you see him, ask the old man about what I’ve done. He turns pale and won’t speak for a couple hours, which is a refreshing thing. I enjoy it very much. He needs a reminder now and then that Liyue is not all business. Playing with him like this forces it into his thick skull that there are other things to be had in Liyue.

When it rains: Gah, this stupid rain! It leaves my coat thick with water until I can dry myself off! That stupid old man is taking revenge for that time I left that bucket of water on the doorway! When it snows: Oh, seeing these piles of snow reminds me of a fantastic time I had with the old man. He had invited intruders into my domain, promising tall tales of showing them the inside of the Autumn Palace without my permission. I had let some snow in, for the foxes love it. And as the perfect revenge, I decided to tackle the old man into a tall snow pile, leaving him soaked in snow in front of those guests! They ended up leaving the very same day, for the indignity of mine was a shame to behold.

When the sun is out: Oh, what a glorious day! I would do nothing but bask in these golden rays of the sun, if only my duties would allow for it.

When the wind is blowing: Ack! I got a piece of hair in my mouth, it’s fine. When I see that old man again, I’ll see how he likes having his hair cut off! Good morning: This is quite a fine morning, is it not? I seem more formal? I apologize, the mornings seep through the cracks and take hold sometimes. Good afternoon: You seem tired, would you like me to perk you up with another story of the old man? Why there’s this one I know of, long before the archon war, of him and Guizhong. Just… don’t tell him I told you this, alright? Guizhong is still a festering wound. Good evening: At this time of night, you can see all the stars in the sky. It must remind you of home, right? It does for me...

Good night: I must be getting back to the Autumn Palace now, who knows what sort of trouble the foxes have gotten into without my gaze upon them. Take care.

About Qiuyue - Godhood: You want to know what it is like to be a god? Why, you yourself aren’t that far off, are you not? We gods are not untouchable beings, we can still die, just like you. As an outlander, you must have seen your fair share of beings calling themselves gods, who were not quite there. But as for me it is… lonely, but rewarding. I do find myself seeking company from time to time, only to watch mere years pass, and them to wither and die. However, I myself do not think I would give up my godhood, if only for the fact that I am quite used to it. It has many disadvantages, and many benefits. It is up to you to decide if it is worth it. Is that not how most things are, though? About Qiuyue - Autumn Palace: You question me about my domain? I’m afraid you will never see its insides. No mortal is allowed inside, and no immortal without my permission. At least, no mortal still alive has seen the inside. Ominous? Why, I’m quite sure I don’t know what you mean!

About Qiuyue - Human Form: Oh, you’ve only ever seen me in this form, correct? Strange. I know you know of my main form, the nine-tailed fox, for it is the one depicted in temples. This human one, however, is more for the benefit of the mortals around us. It comforts them to see me as one of them, no matter how strange that sentiment is. I do find myself liking this particular human form the most, however. I suppose it seems odd to you.

About Qiuyue - Title: You wish to keep pestering me about my full title? You know, most mortals who continued down this route ended up as statues in my domain, reduced to decoration. ...I do admire this tenacity, however. I suppose, just this once, I’ll entertain you. I am most commonly known as Qiuyue, and the Hu Li Shen, as you know. However, my main domain is Deception, just as Zhongli’s is contracts. I am the Fox God, One-Who-Betrays-and-Lies, and the God-Who-Wanders. Although that last title isn’t as true now, as it. Zhongli offered me a residence, a shared portion of Liyue, and I couldn’t find it within myself to refuse.

About Ningguang: Ningguang.. The Tianquan is very interesting. I find myself impressed with her, I’ll admit. To pull herself up to a position so high is quite an achievement. Even Zhongli was an old god before his position of power in Liyue. She has an odd fascination with me, going so far as to credit part of her abilities to my power. I have given her omens, as the foxes seem quite taken with her, but it was her skill that allowed her to build her career.

About Zhongli: Zhongli… simply saying the name feels wrong. I much prefer to call him by the title of ‘Old Man’ if I must refer to him in conversation. I do see why I must address him in this fashion, as to the rest of Liyue Morax is dead. However, I do feel his decision lacked foresight. What will he do, when he never grows old alongside his peers? If he travels, eventually, he will have visited every village, and then where will he go? He will become a myth, an immortal wandering figure shrouded in legend. I doubt he wishes for that, if he wants to lead a mortal life. Maybe these are the consequences of such tumultuous times in Liyue... About Venti: Ah, the bard. He is quite a fun person, no? I do enjoy the moments I spend with him, even if our meetings are far and few. Sometimes he will join me for a good laugh over the topic of the old man. Zhongli often protests that although he looks older, Venti and I are just as old, if not older. We pretend not to hear, even if he knows we have. It makes for quite the entertainment. I do think that the bard could stand to be a little more responsible - stop rolling your eyes at me, I do realize I’m being a little bit of a hypocrite. I’ll admit, living for so long in Zhongli’s domain has done something to improve how I behave, particularly seeing as I do have responsibilities to my worshippers. Venti, however, takes and takes, never truly giving back until you arrived. I wonder when it’ll catch up to him. About Levin: Levin is… I wouldn’t dare call him close to me, that’s only asking for trouble as it is. I do find him quite amusing, however. He doesn’t seem to recognize me as who I am, even though the name Qiuyue is one steeped in history, synonymous with the title of Hu Li Shen. It makes for quite the fun conversations when we stop to talk, for the Liyueans do recognize me. Hopefully, he’ll continue to be a source of entertainment. The moment he oversteps his boundaries, however… it would be quite the nuisance to rid themselves of him, but if it must be done, it must be done.

(For context: Levin is my friend's genshin OC.)

About Ganyu: That is Ningguang’s secretary, correct? I see… she is of adeptus descent, and yet she seems to not fully resonate with it. It is a wonder she can keep up with Ningguang’s workload, however, and I do commend her for it. I don’t think I have quite enough experiences with her to form a judgement, but I do trust in Ningguang’s judgement. Once she becomes curious in adepti affairs, I should keep a closer eye on her. Remind me to do so. About Keqing: I do respect Keqing’s opinions on her Archon. They’re a breath of fresh air in Liyue, where the people seem to be mindless sheep. Although, from what I’ve heard about the aftermath of the battle with Osial, they seem to be forming their own opinions as well. Their archon’s death must have really released the fog around their eyes. She seems like one to keep a close eye on, for she is not hesitant in her words about the adepti and gods, although they earn her scorn. About Yanfei: She is a most renowned lawyer in Liyue. Her disposition doesn’t seem quite serious enough for a lawyer, yet she shoulders through. It’s almost a conundrum, the way I see it. She reminds me quite a lot of my own foxes. Sly, clever, but behind a cover of mischief and playfulness. Have you seen her in action with her vision? No wonder Murata granted her it - her passion burns as bright as the flames she wields.

About Baal: The Raiden Shogun… she has certainly changed. I do not concern myself with the affairs of most gods, and yet, she seems to be causing quite the stir within the immortal court. It would be concerning, but I have not yet received any personal disturbance against my domain, so I shall not interfere. Perhaps this is what Zhongli meant when he said that the archons are changing, and Teyvat will soon enter a new period.

About Hu Tao: Hu Tao is quite the fun person! I do visit Zhongli at his work often, so it is natural I’d become acquainted with his newfound ‘boss’. She seems to take inspiration from a number of things, choosing to continue on with her business although it has taken quite the hit to it’s reputation with her eccentric style of advertising. She helps the old man loosen up and enjoy life, and for that I do appreciate her work.

About Xiao: He is quite the unusual adepti. Bound under a contract that limits his suffering, but also his freedom. I did not get to witness his beginnings, and have yet to see what made Mora- Zhongli take him under his wing, but I suppose I must, for once, exercise my patience. Forgive me for the slip in name, it has been difficult adjusting to Zhongli’s new identity. Ah, what’s that look for? I do promise that I am not harboring any other motives for a simple slip in name-

About Vision: A vision? I do not harbor one, why would you ask? I am a god, I have my own special set of skills. After all, visions are for mortals who have been given a chance to ascend to Celestia, and by proxy, godhood. I have no need for one.

More about Qiuyue I: I do one day, wish to explore beyond my self-imposed confines of Liyue. It is almost embarrassing to admit this, but I fear for what awaits me on the horizon of adventure. Silly, isn’t it?

More about Qiuyue II: For one who knows nothing about Teyvat, I’m surprised you haven’t hear it before. An unspoken taboo against killing foxes. You now know why, don’t you? As a fox god, I have a sacred duty to protect my own domain. You’re quite lucky to not have killed any. Some travelers have not been quite as blessed in luck, and have ended up very fine statues.

Qiuyue’s troubles: Hm? Oh, it’s nothing. Well, actually… hey, I promise I won’t make you go on any quests. But it is… annoying, that the old man decided to retire with no prior warning on my part. Now all of Liyue is looking at me as their next Archon, and I have no wish for that. I’m content with leaving them in the hands of someone else, and staying as a minor god in Liyue’s territory. Why won’t they understand that?

Qiuyue’s birthday letter: Today I ventured outside of Liyue, back to Mondstadt. It was refreshing to see old friends again, and I should have done it sooner. I took the liberty of introducing one of my oldest friends to my specialty food, but he disagreed with its taste. The audacity! We ended up playing in the woods together, and I might have done a little damage. No worries, he can fix it! Hopefully… Anyways, have the rest of the food! I thought you might like it.

Received: Candied Walnuts x1, Dandelion Seeds x10. Traveler’s Birthday: Happy Birthday Traveler. I suppose it must mean little to you, as an immortal being like me. The years weigh heavy on a soul who has spent many millennia traveling, only to be tied down with loss. Maybe by your next birthday, I’ll have met your sister. I’m sure she will be just as much of an enigma as you are. To a continued year of existence.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #752: Having R&R with Witch Mom (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

1:34 p.m. at Smash Mansion's Living Room.......

Pit: (Sitting Next to Bayonetta on his Side of the Sofa) Hey, mom?

Bayonetta: (Turns to Pit) Yes, sweetums?

Pit: Is it true that you used to slay gods and angels in your universe?

Dark Pit: (Lay his Head on Bayonetta's Shoulder on his Side of the Sofa) Yeah I've been wondering about that for a while too. (Turns to Bayonetta) Is that true?

Bayonetta: Oh most certainly. But the gods and angels in my universe a lot different in yours. (Shows the Two Angel Boys The Angels Her Universe's Versions of Angels her Phone) See?

Pit: (Eyes Widened at What is in Front of Him) Woooah......

Dark Pit: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) The hell are we looking at?

Bayonetta: Those, boys, are the Hierarchy of Laguna. A group of Angels from the Paradiso dimension that has been a thorn in my side for as long as I can remember. (Points at Each of the Angels on Screen) There's the Affinity, Dear and Decorations, the Enchants, Cachet & Compassion, Acception, and a bunch of others I've dealt with over the years.

Dark Pit: So were you some kind of angel exterminator or something?

Bayonetta: (Simply Shrugs) Somewhat. Most of the ones I slayed usually gets in my way.

Pit: So is that the reason why you attacked Pitto and I the first time we met? Because you thought we were those kind of angels?

Bayonetta: ('Sighs a bit Sadly') I'm afraid so, darling. I'm really sorry about that, by the way. I was too self-centered to even realize how truly good you two and your mother are. (Smiles Softly) And I'm glad that I got that our relationship with one another have gotten immensely better over the years....(Happily Pulls Pit and Dark Pit into a Loving Group Hug) We wouldn't we precious family right now if we didn't!~

Dark Pit: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Oh God.....

Pit: (Chuckles Lightly While Hugging Bayonetta Back) I'm glad we've became a family too, mom. You're so amazing.

Bayonetta: (Gasps Before Placing her Hand on her Chest) You really think so?

Pit: (Smiles Brightly) Of course. You're strong, loving, beautiful, and fashion sense are up the charts!

Dark Pit: (Smiles a Little) Pit-Stain's right. And I'm pretty sure if Ren was here right now, he would do a ten minute speech how great of a mom you really are to us.

Bayonetta: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) ('Sniff') He would~

Dark Pit: (Starts Getting a Tad Bit Terrified) Oh God. Please don't tell me you're about to cry right now....

Bayonetta: ('Sniff') No no no. (Tries Wiping her Tears Away) I promised myself not to cry this year on Mother's Day. ('Sniff') No matter how I.....I-I.....OH FUCK ITTTTTTTT!!! (Immediately Burst Out Crying While Hugging her Angel Bois Lovingly) I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOOOO MUCCCCCHHHH!!!~ (Continues Crying Loudly)

Pit: Awww~ Mom~ (Gently Rubs Bayonetta's Back Reassuringly) It's okay. Don't cry.

Dark Pit: ('Ugh') Great...... Another emotional Mother's Day this year. Couldn't get any more annoying than tha-

'DOOR KICK LOUDLY'

The trio quickly turns to see Palutena Holding Ren's arms with Tears in her eyes.

'Silence'

Ren: Uhhh......(Slowly Waves and Smiles Awkwardly at the Rest of his Family) Hey.....you guys-

Bayonetta/Palutena: GROUP HUGS!!!~

Ren: (Immediately Gets Pulled Towards the Other By Palutena) Wait. Nononono- Ack!

And with that, the ultimate group family hug has finally been made, with Bayonetta and Palutena crying their eyes out endlessly while hugging their baby boys close.

Dark Pit: (Glares at Ren) The hell did you do?

Ren: All I did was tell her how much I love and care about you guys. You know, since we're family and all.

Dark Pit: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes Again) Shouldn't even be surprised at this point.....Can you believe this sentimental crap, Pit?......Pit?

Pit: (Already in Tears) I LOVE THIS FAMILY SO MUCCCCCHHHH!!!!~

Dark Pit: (Already Feeling the Need to Facepalm Himself While Sighing Heavily) Why is my family have to be this overly dramatic?

Ren: (Smiles Sheepishly) Oh come on, man. This isn't too bad. Let's just the hug while we still can. (Winces a Bit in Pain) Okay. Maybe let's not hug for too long? Forgot how strong our moms are.....

The group hug lasted around eight and a half minutes before everyone eventually decided to watch a movie together, as one precious family.

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[heroes-never-discourse]

Heya!! I'm so sorry DRV3 sucked :( I share the same sentiment; though tbh I was more of a.. rebel when it came to the ending itself. I chose to believe that everything was real and that Tsumugi made everything + the voices up—it hit hard for me, ngl, and I'm so sorry ;-; sorry sorry, not trying to cross any boundaries here. Just.. sharing own thoughts ^^"

I chose to believe that whatever Kiibo picked up was.. made up by Tsumugi, you know, to cause more despair to the audience/viewers. And the point Saihara was making, which is, "We're going to end this game!!" felt more of a, "We're going to live and we're going to hang onto hope, you may try to fabricate reality, you may try tricking us, you may try to imply that we're fools but you got that wrong. We're still here and we're breathing; we're alive," for me rather than, "Danganronpa sucks."

Ack again these are only my own thoughts, I am v sorry ;w; I hope you are well, your feelings and explanations are super valid and understandable 💝

Its not even that the game sucked, i was enjoying the hell out of it, and then literally the second half of the very last trial hit and it didnt even nosedive, it just plunged itself into the core of the earth. 1~ hour killed 35 hours of ramping enthrallment.

I do prefer the idea that Tsumugi was lying about a lot of it or most of it, and the epilogue almost salvaged some of my crushing apathy, but it was just. Severely unfun.

I also dont appreciate being lectured by fictional characters about how awful it is to treat fictional characters like fictional characters, and also the talk about how Fiction Heavily Affects Reality that was probably meant to be taken like "fiction means a lot to people, its important!" but just ended up with feeling like a fanpol with a shuichi icon slid into my fucking inbox.

Especially having the characters we'd been with all game all but smash the fourth wall down to tell us how awful we are for liking the games, and concluding that the series' themes that *they* shoved down our throats for several iterations of the series were Actually Bad was just. Augh.

I know im not being charitable with my reading of the ending, i actually should just go to bed already because the more i think about it right now the more sour it makes me. That might not be how they intended it to come off, but thats how it felt in the moment, a big fuck you for even caring about these characters or world at all.

Congrats, drv3, you wanted my apathy so the games could stop, you got my fucking apathy.