#and it's so stupid like people seem to realize that you need to credit fanart videos and edits but why are gifs the exception?

[bizarrelittlemew]

i wish i could hide individual posts on twitter like sometimes people i like post my gifs (other than the ones i've posted here for everyone to use freely) and i have no more fight in me left to ask people to credit because people over there have been hostile about it (so like, even when the poster is nice about it, i've had "popular" accounts jumping in on conversations they weren't part of to try and claim that crediting other fans for their work was "unreasonable", and in the first place it's pretty 50/50 whether people respond reasonably and add credit or if they ignore and mute/block me so they can continue stealing my gifs without me being sooooo mean and unreasonable and linking to the source i guess) and it's someone i don't wanna unfollow or mute but it just drains my spirit to see that post you know. please let me know if there is a thing like xkit on tumblr that works for hiding individual twitter posts

[ranmanjuu]

—gen z mc with uesugi-takeda + misc. forces

ahh, i’m so glad people liked my gen z oda hcs! lol it’s usually pretty slow from my writing blog experiences until now, but i’m rlly happy! i was planning to do u-t and the others but then i decided to stop at oda and continue another day. thx for the asks tho! and yeah, i do take requests but it’s more of a pasttime, since this whole blog is just my stupid ideas written out and shared out there.

also someone said that a gen z mc could be old enough to romance the warlords, like, early twenties. and yes, very fair if u wanna romance ur mans with memes and existentialism go for it!! i just think it adds more to the comedy side of this child they have to babysit, while not fearing death or any consequences from their dumb of Ass decisions. someone who fears no death and armed with no braincells is a fool, but a Child who fears no death and armed with no braincells is also a fool, but more bizzare and has That Vibe y’know

@niphredil-14​ and @arthotsglasses​

tw: s*icidal, violent jokes treated in a light manner

also spoilers to some things of their characters

—kenshin:

who is this,, , sassy lost child??

he first saw you prepared to throw hands with ronins who were being Elite Dickheads. ofc, armed with nothing compared to the sworded-adults, he had to interfere.

no matter how cold he treated you, masking his secret !!!-like concern, you seemed so unfazed through it. you still interacted with him like normal,,,,, why?? do you want a death wish?

and each time he threatened you with,, anything, you responded with, “the only one who gets to hurt & kill me, is ME”

...... what?

he’s convinced you’re the biggest fool of a person. and he’d be right but even so, he has a weirdly strong need to protect you as you two got closer. you’re often with sasuke, so it’s harder to avoid you.

even with all the Horrible jokes you make on a daily basis, if your passionate side with everyone having equal rights of being treated as human, for him it shows a side of you that makes you seem precious and pure and kind hearted.

and the overprotective side increases.

which is, ,, a bit problematic sometimes cause you have the tendency to target and piss off anyone in a 10 meter range by just one (1) sassy comment, along with your lack of impulse control and blurting out everything in your mind. it’s made you a lot of short enemies in the sengoku period, and kenshin would always be ready to slice them down behind you.

sasuke has to tame him down with his Masters degree in kenshin-wrangling.

at banquets, kenshin would often have you beside him. if you’re too young for sake do age for drinking exist in sengoku? probably not. it’s more of sasuke advising for him to not give you alcoholic drinks he’ll have you pouring for him or just munching away at pickled plums or food.

—shingen:

(ngl i kinda had a hard time with this since it’s erasing a big part of his overall character,,, flirting)

once he heard the news that oda had taken in somone as young as you during honno-ji,, ,,,he’s in a very “how dare that demon >>:( taking such a pure soul,....”

and when you’re taken to kasugayama as a captive, you’re,,, surprisingly very calm and whelmed. you don’t have much sign of fear or anxiety in your overall demeanor meanwhile you’re busy dissociating and spacing out to feel those

you actually don’t seem to hate your captor. but shingen isn’t sure if your ‘fingerguns’ is a good thing or not cause it depicts you pointing guns @ him,, (dw is good shingen)

while yes being held hostage—no matter how good you’re being treated—isn’t ideal and kinda not very cash money, you consider shingen v chill. man has a kindheart!! “i diagnose you with good vibes.”

if he ever sees your righteous side, as everyone else, he’ll deeply admire you. he himself is someone who believes in such as well. and hearing the circumstances in the modern world regarding those things (blm, etc.) his heart truly does go out for you. he feels sympathy for such a young person like you having to take action

also your dirty humor around him, echigo’s player, kind of makes him question where and how you learnt it

and,, his illness.

through getting straight to the point and not falling for it each time he changes subject/dodges the question, you managed to get to the bottom of his illness. shingen himself thinks it’s not something you have to burden with knowing—you’re so, so young.

but that doesn’t matter to you. the world’s given you such a shit time, you’re mature enough to understand the situation at least.

and as he finishes his explanation, all there was is silence. it felt wrong to say any of your usual quips,, so all you did was slowly came there and hugged him.

that was more than what he’d ask for.

—sasuke:

oh hell yeah

you are in your element with him. the chillest guy to talk to, and probably the first one you’re the closest to

your phone was dead after like 2 days of use, and you were miserable while hideyoshi, like a typical parent, told you to go outside and into town. sensing your bad mood, sasuke asked what’s up. you deadpanned, “my phone game ended and now i’m ready to commit not breath.” you oslemnly look out in the bustling streets and clutched your fist like an Anime Protagonist, “those boomer memes were right all along... i am absolutely Miserable and Useless(^TM) without it.”

in response, you could’ve sworn he did the Anime Glasses thing as well, “then we at team Moderately Awesome Sengoku Ninja are happy to announce the launch of a DIY phone charger, made with the electricity from a fruit and the main functionality of a solar panel. and has more durability than samsung’s.”

there were Stars in your eyes now. with a big grin, you thank him, “i’d die for you, sasuke.”

“then perish.” he said with a blank look. (yukimura, in the bg: ???!!!??!??!?)

the next day he consentually breaks in through the ceiling and gives you the weird contraption. you’re now saved, soul-wise.

the memes start coming and they don’t stop coming from the two of you. in any situation. whether it’d be at a teahouse, or at a battlefield that can determine your life and death.

and you can have discussions about current world events, or the past ones, with him and he’d understand completely what you’re talking about. it’s those rare nights when you’ve been thinking and have a deep conversation with him in his room, and as an adult, it makes for interesting results as well.

the others are endlessly confused, but you’re both so unapologetically yourselves.

and he’s super protective if the circumstances are tough. he feels bad for dragging another person in the sengoku with him—much less when they’re so young like you.

if you’re enough of a lil shit, once you’re taken into kasugayama, in the nights where you can’t sleep because brain at what would be 3 am, you’d probably trudge over to his room and wake him up to tell him what kind of mind-blowing shit you realized.

—yukimura:

when he saved you from falling to your death, your reaction already set off weird Vibes inside him. what do you mean, “you stopped me from fleeing this fleeting world by the sweet embrace of death” ?!?!?! are you crazy?? yes

he doesn’t waste time getting blunt with you at all either.

once he goes into azuchi as a merchant, he silently observes you talking to sasuke for a bit. what’s with your weird language?? and crude humor???? never in his life has he met someone in your age act like that wtf

even so, he still operates on the basis of ‘‘if sasuke trusts you, i trust you’’, no matter how utterly concerned you make him feel

you have a dirtier mind than him! unsurprisingly. along with everyone else, you often tease the poor soul, a nd you’d gladly tell him what the innuendoes mean ( 69, etc.) and maybe sprinkle in some gay jokes in there

and why do you keep mentioning this “bromance between him and sasuke” ?? what us,,, a bromance????? and why is sasuke in it??

he takes you out to teahouses to eat chestnut dumplings and other desserts with you. you always seem to target the one he doesn’t like the most and have a bit of banter

your relationship is built on banter but what’s different rlly

he treats you much more maturely than other people your age. as in, he doesn’t pull back his punches in words most of the time. you don’t seem to around him also, it looks like.

and, he’s also very protective of you. he regards you as his little sibling, as rat as you may be. and he does care about you—he might just be a bit unwilling to say it

—yoshimoto:

you think he’s very chill, if a bit unique but who were you to judge. and he is, if you ever meet him in echigo or even azuchi

his big liking to art and something of apathy to people is osmething you can respect. there’s something about that kind of Vibe that you find oddly a mood.

and oh boy oh boy you wasted no time pulling up your phone and showing images of what art is in the future. whether it’d be a screenshot of anime, fanart, aesthetic-like ones, palette-themed—the whole shabang. 

and, somehow, you were left ranting to him  about how some artists in the future get it so shitty for theft, reposting, not crediting, the list goes on (please be a decent human being to artist, sincerely the author) and he can’t help but just listen in silence and kind of thinking about how you’re so passionate about the Struggles of artists. and it isn’t something he sees often in the sengoku era—where war rules most things.

and he does find art from the modern times interesting, how they’re so different and vast in styles. and not only that, it’s not like the future only has one major style like then, each hand can draw such different pictures and still have beauty in each. he appreciates and admires that.

and he does tell you his thoughts ^ while you give your own insight. it’s so fascinating to see someone like you having strong opinions on this.

because, well, rn art is a big thing in our lives as we’re stuck inside. a part of entertainment is looking at any media of art—and he finds his view of art and yours quite the same. you two came from a time of turmoil (one moreso than the other) but still think art isn’t exactly irrelevant just because it isn’t a cure to diseases or the Ultimate Weapon.

you had to Surgically Remove him from your phone so you can use it and to stop him from draining your battery looking at the art

and he often drags you out to town and admire pieces when you’re holing yourself in too much. your comments are always unknown to him, “radical”, “that’s one i can vibe with ngl”, and the list goes on.

and you occasionally call him pretty boy as a compliment rlly

—kennyo:

when you first saw him at honno-ji, and he won’t forget the one (1) line you gave him, all you said to his warning of ooo spooky demons was, “that’s lit fam gtg tho”

and that alone was enough to stun him for a few seconds

honestly you told the others of your meeting with kennyo before they told you it could be kennyo. just a throaway line of “oh yeah there was this dude with a scar across his face.” / “,,, ,....that’s kennyo. he’s really dangerous actually—” / “oh, poggers”

you’re probably kind of half the reason the oda forces found who dun it.

and it was an eye for an eye, kennyo himself found out that you were their child chatelaine, and very close to the others. as per his villain-schedule, he kidnaps you .

he laments about how “such a pure soul such as yours is not to be stained by the demon’s hands”

oh how Wrong he was.

you were the definition of the opposite of pure. and you seemed unfazed, which surprised kennyo but shrugged it off. he was willing to face you screaming and panicking, along with shouldering the sin of doing the deed. but instead, he was met with a raised eyebrow and, “this is unexpected and probably not welcomed but what am i doing here.”

he was stunned for a moment before explaining what he can. 

“......... fuck.”

he cringed ever so slightly at your curse. but your attention seems to stray so quickly off of the fact that you were bounded and helpless, to the fact that you have the man doing unspeakable things to civilians and you absolutely don’t approve.

throwing your common sense to maybe be civilized, you went off on a rant of how human rights and how to not be an ass to him. all he could do was just listened, shocked to even cut you off.

when he did, he gave the whole ‘unsaved demon’ shtick, and you weren’t taking that kinda shit. he believed he was truly unsaved—you knew that. but that doesn’t make it okay.

eventually, he left you with a cold end of the conversation.

he admires your spirit in a way—but with what he’s experienced,,, it’s a bit of unreachable for him.

if at any point you saw the soft side of his with animals, you just gaped at him for a split second and whispered, “the gap moe is strong with this one.”

also old man died inside when you said that you’d fight god, along with many things.

all in all, to him, you’re insufferable. but weirdly,, fascinating.

you’ve totally ok boomer’d him once cause he rlly looks old

—motonari:

,,. if your speech to kennyo was bad, he’s going to rant hell.

motonari already knew you were interesting even when his men just spied on you. your behavior, so brash and impulsive, is going to be so fun to have, he thinks.

through some planning to stir up more chaos, he kidnaps you and brings you unto his ship. same as kennyo, you showed no clear sign of surprise, and that’s when he decided you were either used to this in any way, or a fool. both answers, he liked.

you’re kind of really confused on why he’s doing what he’d doing. “i get it, i like to stir up chaos myself but it’s harmless,, most of it—but not until the people are in danger, bitch.”

and by that line, motonari leans towards you with a deadly smirk, “now, i can bite, ‘kay kid? you don’t wanna be in the receiving end... do you?”

“do it, coward.”

and before he could let out even a wheeze of laughter, you continued on on a lecture of, again, not being a dick and letting people live their life in peace. and much less all of this damage, for what? chaos?? yeah you wanted to see the world burn but it wasn’t literally.

however, his patience was running thin. he shuts you up forcefully, and leaves.

even so, after a cooldown period, he still talks to you (,,,, well, that’s kind of a generous term) because, right he was, you were so fun in his eyes.

an interesting observation he made,,, was that you picked up on his big dislike of physical contact. and he’d think with how annoying you were at times, that you’d weaponize it. but you didn’t—in fact, you kept your space (not that you were planning to get close) and respected his boundaries.

he thinks you a bit of peculiar for that decision, some wary, and perhaps naive.

one of the days—the more dangerous ones—he was planning to take you to the oda as bait or something. and you weren’t taking it like that. two days before arrival, a storm racked up. you stood upon the edge of the ship with the rest of the crew watching you like you were a madman.

“the oda won’t want me if i’m dead, would they now?”

motonari stands in his composure, guffawing, “all i need is to make sure they believe you’re alive, kid.”

a smile that showed absolutely no fear and 1000 percent spite spread in your face, “not unless i decimate my own body until all the trail left is my blood. the only one who gets to do that shit to me, is me.”

finally, a look of wavering shows in his face.

you were saved last minute,, and the rest is history.

[aros001]

Going in blind: Watching season 2 for the first time. Random thoughts.

Huh. Only 7 episodes. Not complaining necessarily. For series with an ongoing plot I've definitely become more in favor with their seasons only having as many episodes as they need rather than them having to stretch themselves out to full up a certain number of episodes, which can lead to padding and just bad character moments.

Episode 1: Jeez. Catra visiting Shadow Weaver's cell just to rub her success in her face and verbally abuse her back for once. It's like a twisted version of Zuko and Ozai from ATLA. Catra's upbringing under her was abusive but this is far from a healthy way for her to deal with it. She's basically deliberately swimming in her resentment.

Episode 2: It's not that I'm rooting for her but by-golly was it fun to watch Catra act like just the absolute worst she could while she was Glimmer and Bow's captive.

I touched on this in season 1 but part of the drama of the heroes feeling guilt over leaving Entrapta behind is kind of lost on me a bit simply because it was her own fault it happened. She deliberately went back into the purge room because of her machine obsession, which then closed on her and erupted in flames. It was more than reasonable to assume she was dead and no one but her was to blame, so I'm not really able to be invested in their guilt over it.

That said, weirdly enough I do like that her "abandonment" doesn't seem to be even a blip on the radar for Entrapta herself. She hasn't joined the horde because she resents the heroes or felt left behind, she simply is so obsessed with machines and experimentation that she'll be on the side of whoever lets her do the most of that. Like, it's selfish and irresponsible but it's very in-character and I'd far rather have a traitor motivation be based in that over something stupid like a misunderstanding.

Episode 3: I love the mental image of Shadow Weaver thinking up princess-themed ghost stories to tell Adora as a child.

So, if the previous She-Ra Mara separated Eternia from the other realms/planets/whatever she did and that's what cut off the She-Ra line for 1000 years, I'm guessing Hordak may be from the time before that happened, thus his drive to create portals and calling Eternia a backwards world. Either he's naturally long-lived or his technology is extending his life.

Episode 4: You know, you could maybe argue it was vague enough that it could be taken other ways but I'm definitely getting some vibes here that Scorpia is crushing on Catra. She literally refers to the two of them as soulmates at one point. I know she says she's trying to be friends but this feels a level beyond that.

Fun little reference to the original She-Ra cartoon thrown in there (and maybe Cowboy Bebop...? James Bond...? What was Glimmer's art style supposed to be?). I like how it is more like just playful ribbing than anything outright dumping on the original. Again, I've never seen original She-Ra but whenever remakes/adaptations go out of their way to trash to the original I always kind of wonder why they bothered doing an adaptation if the original is just that bad? Also, I was having trouble sleeping so it was about 2am when I watched this episode and the very Eartha Kitt Catwoman Catra made it very difficult for me not to lose my **** and stay quiet. With how much of a contrast that version is from the one in this series, that was hilarious. Bonus note, it's a nice touch that Frosta's version of Catra is a pretty crasher in that sweet suit, since that's the only impression of Catra she's ever had.

Adora being a chosen one is definitely elevated up simply by how much the pressure of what she's supposed to be is getting to her. I'm likely going to keep making Avatar The Last Airbender comparisons throughout the series but that's partly because I went into this series figuring it'd be at least structured similar to ATLA (season 1 being more episodic and a little more kid-friendly as it builds up the world before getting more serious later). Adora and Aang are interesting to compare here. Aang's worries early on were less apparent because he was more in-denial/choosing not to think about his problems that much, which fit with his character as a free-spirited Air Nomad. While Adora is much more military-minded. She can't keep herself from thinking about her problems and trying to prepare for the worst-case scenario. And jeez, that idea of who/how Catra is in her mind. Not only beating her but making her watch as she takes everything she cares about away. Not Shadow Weaver, not Lord Hordak, but Catra. That whole Lion King Mufasa/Scar moment between them in episode 11 and their fight in the S1 finale really did a number on her mental image of her old friend. Not reasonably so.

Minor note: I'm sure I'm the only one who got this impression but by the look of it, the way the robot's eye moved, and the music, after getting the soda spilled on it that little spybot gained sentience for half a second and then immediately died. It was so darkly comedic I had to laugh.

Episode 5: So that red disc is basically She-Ra's Red Kryptonite, having an effect on the mind rather than the body. The drunk Adora joke doesn't really do it for me but it did get some nice interactions going between Scorpia and Sea Hawk, two characters I certainly wasn't expecting to bond. I did really like Catra's panic when berserker She-Ra nearly beheads her. The implication is that is Adora really wanted to kill her Catra would already probably be dead. It's a thing I like about powerhouse characters like Superman or Aang, who could just demolish everything around them and don't simply because they're a good person...which in turn makes them the scariest person on the planet when they're well and truly ticked off. I'm not going to lie, I do kind of want to see a She-Ra version of Aang when Appa was stolen or when Superman fought The Elite.

Also, Catra's line of "I have control over Adora. I'm not giving that up for anything.". There's a lot to read into there.

Episode 6: I guess my prediction was sort of right. Shadow Weaver became basically a magic parasite and while it did increase the power she's capable of the implication seems to be that she needs a constant fix of magic to keep herself going, thus her attachment to the Black Garnet.

Have we seen Micah before? Given how long ago the flashback seems set, the fact that Shadow Weaver didn't kill him and thus he probably becomes someone important later in life, I'm guessing he's Glimmer's dad and the queen's late husband, since I think he's the only important male character whose face we haven't seen yet. Also, he's voice by Ezra from Star Wars Rebels and that cracks me up for some reason. It's the exact same voice and a relatively similar character.

I compared Catra and Shadow Weaver with a kind of twisted version of Zuko and Ozai and that definitely still fits here. Both Catra and Zuko confront their parent and call them out for the inexcusable abuse they put them through but while that moment was the start of Zuko's upwards journey this and SW's betrayal seems like it's going to cause Catra to spiral even further. Makes sense why Adora leaving affected her so much. She's probably the only one Catra's ever had that she could consistently trust and rely on, even if she did somewhat resent her.

Not surprised Hordak is getting along with Entrapta. She's not socially aware enough to be scared or intimidated by him, so she'll speak frankly, and since all she wants to talk about is the machines, experiments, and how they could get them to work Hordak probably doesn't take much issue with that. She's producing results, which is what he cares about, thus also why Shadow Weaver and Catra started losing favor with him. I wonder if Catra is going through imposter syndrome? Shadow Weaver had that line that Entrapta earned her place next to Hordak and, if you think about it, Catra hasn't really "earned" anything. We saw that she didn't really take her training or studies that seriously, showing up late to combat practice and even getting partial credit for what Adora beat. She wasn't promoted to Force Captain because of her own abilities but because Adora had defected when she was supposed to get that title. She's come close to a few victories but never really had any except for Glimmer and Bow's kidnapping...whom she then basically let escape when she returned Adora's sword to her. She doesn't have the slightest clue how the horde's bureaucracy works when trying to get things done, like simply getting troops armor. Given how much better than her Adora always was and how little she herself has to her name, I wonder is subconsciously Catra believes she doesn't deserve her current position and thus why she's fretting so much over trying to prove herself.

Episode 7: Am I mistaken or did Bow's parents say that he's the youngest of TWELVE siblings? I was going to ask whether Bow was adopted or if his dad's used a surrogate or if maybe there's even just simply magic in She-Ra's world that allows two people of the same sex to have a child together but now I'm just focused on the 12 kids thing. I get nervous just imagining myself having more than one. You should see me when I'm with two cats. I have to pet both of them because I'd feel like I'd be making one feel left out and like the other is the favorite. I'm a mess with kids.

The dad with dreadlocks (Lance?), his design looked familiar to me and I finally realized it reminded me a of a fanart design for a human Grim from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. Very different voices between those two characters though.

I wonder if there's any significance to the robot protecting the crystal having the same design as those in the artic in episode 5? Obviously both have the connection to the First Ones but the robot in the forest who was also protecting First Ones' tech had a more insect-like design over these more worm/Graboid ones.

I'm kind of curious what Hordak would have done if Catra had told the truth. Given his interactions with her and Shadow Weaver he doesn't seem like the time to tolerate failure but I suppose the implication here is that he at least would respect those who own up to their failures. Or I suppose more simply he was just testing to see if she would lie to him and since she did there's little merit in keeping her in a position of authority anymore where she could lie about important things again.

Season 2 verdict: Still enjoying it. Another person on this reddit recommended I view seasons 2 and 3 as one since they are basically just one season split in two. I was going to do that but this ended up longer than I thought I would, so I'll just do 2 and 3 separate to keep them semi-organized and easier to read.

I think overall Catra is my favorite character since she has the most interesting backstory, interactions, and just general path through the story out of everyone. She's like Pearl from Steven Universe or, well, Zuko. There's just so much baggage there that she's trying and kind of failing to deal with. I'm always invested in whatever's happening when she's onscreen. Hordak so far is a good big boss villain for Adora to face but Catra is a good archenemy for her.

Original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/PrincessesOfPower/comments/o027y3/going_in_blind_watching_season_2_for_the_first/

[multisfabulis]

Love’s Descent into Madness

Dethronement (Chapter 3/3)

Word Count: 3627

TW: Graphic depictions of violence, gore, decapitation, and major character death

Happy holidays!

I hope everyone likes the ending because writing this was suffering. Winter decided to come early this year and I absolutely hate the cold so a lot of this was written with numb fingers. The past few days have also been tiring and, because I wanted to get this out before Christmas, I had to pull an all-nighter to finish this and rewrite it to make it look pretty so this was a sleep-deprived fic.

Okay, so I have some things I need to explain:

First off, that line about Ayano needing to apply herself more to her schoolwork was actually a reference to a piece of fanart I saw of Saeru (in disguise as Kenjirou) helping Ayano with her homework and subtly taking digs at her the whole time. I just thought of it while I was writing that paragraph and thought it'd be a neat reference. I can't find the Tweet but I'm hoping someone has a link to it!

Second off, that instance of Kenjirou almost ruining Saeru's plan is a bit of foreshadowing to another Kagepro fic I'm in the works of writing. It may not be the next Kagepro fic I write but it IS coming.

Thirdly, the whole meaning behind Azami not being able to die but still being killed. I know it sounds like the "People die when they are killed" meme but let me explain. I needed to think of a way Azami could still die but without anyone telling me "She's immortal, she can't die" so the way I went about it is, the Queen Snake was what let her be immortal. Because that was the snake that, in my fic, marked her as a god, she couldn't die. Once she gave that snake to Marry, she lost her god status, bringing her down to our level. However, because she was still a Gorgon, I made it so that she couldn't die by natural causes, I.E. starvation, sleep deprivation, etc. She was now an immortal mortal, meaning she couldn't die from natural causes BUT she could now be killed. I don't know if this makes a lot of sense but this is the best way I can describe it.

Finally, the ending. It only occurred to me when I was writing the build-up to it that I wanted to make it a sort of dark twist on Kagepro's themes of moving on after a loved one's death. Saeru decides to move on after Azami's death but he regarded her as dead years ago and was the one to kill her. I don't know if it worked the way I wanted it to but I tried my best.

I'm happy this didn't take that long unlike another past project of mine and I hope everyone who's read this enjoyed it!

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     The never-ending world, or the Daze as it was now called, had undergone many changes over the years. It was only natural since it was ordered to swallow up any unfortunate souls that were unlucky enough to die on August 15th and the world needed to accommodate for its ever increasing number of occupants. Yet there were some things that never changed, no matter how much time had passed. Absence truly did make the heart grow fonder.

     He was in very familiar territory. Casually strolling through the dark woods revealed a large clearing where a small decrepit house stood. The moon’s radiance acted as if it were a spotlight, shining down upon it to let him know she was here. It may be an inferior replica but there was no mistaking it. Saeru was home.

     It had been several years since his departure from the Daze. The rest of his siblings were gone, having ventured out to the real world in their human vessels and he couldn’t blame them for leaving. Who’d want to stay in a place where the only company you had was a good-for-nothing has-been of a queen? That’s why he followed the example his four siblings set and escaped when the opportunity presented itself. He really wanted to thank them when he had the chance.

     The body he left in was a person by the name of Tateyama Kenjirou. A hardworking teacher and devoted family man, he and Saeru met when he and his wife were caught in a landslide. Saeru promised to bring her back if the man allowed him to reside in his body and he accepted his terms of the bargain. That was how their unlikely partnership began, union between human and snake.

     It felt simply amazing to have a body to control. While it had taken him some time to adapt and familiarize himself with human behavior, he nevertheless reveled in it. No longer was he a snake relegated to devising plans. He had the means to carry them out himself and no one would be none the wiser. At least, that’s what he believed before a certain idiotic girl proved him wrong.

     He had to give her some credit. Not only did she figure out most of his plan just by reading her father’s research but she learned of his existence all due to a small yet sloppy mistake. If she only applied that amount of effort into her schoolwork, then she wouldn’t have been as stupid as she led herself to believe. There was, however, one thing she didn’t take into account.

     She thought killing herself would stop him from going after everyone. What she didn’t think about was the advantage her death would give him. One less person to worry about ruining his plan and she left behind a perfectly traumatized helper. The damn brat was like putty in his hands; a few convincing threats to his precious “family” and a deal with the devil was made.

     But then the dear old professor kept butting into his business. There were several times over the past two years where he came out because he wanted to spend some “quality time” with the remainder of his family. There was one instance he could recall in which his plan was almost thwarted but Saeru was able to take back the reins. It was too easy to pull the wool over his partner’s eyes and trick him into thinking he was dreaming. It wasn’t like he was lying to him, he was just using the information he knew about humans to his benefit.

     Today was when his plan was truly enacted. All the necessary people had arrived, including his traitorous sibling. Konoha, as they were now called, seemed to have forgotten what the humans did to their real family all those years ago and had allied with them. Their compassion for them had its perks, though. It only took one well-aimed bullet to strike them down, leaving them open for a permanent takeover.

     The resulting bloodbath was nothing short of marvelous. Having a body, especially one such as his, meant much more fun and creative ways to play with his toys. Spines breaking as they hit concrete walls and organs hitting the floor with a wet slap was like music to his ears. He even ripped out a pathetic shut-in’s throat with his bare hands just because he could and it was oh so enjoyable to hear him choke on his own blood. Too bad it was over all too soon.

     The crybaby brat was left as the sole survivor. He knew what she was capable of and she was the essential component. Yet, he couldn’t help feeling a small sort of kinship with her, which he found funny. He was, in a way, her subject and she his queen but it felt as if they were equals. Perhaps, if he had her powers, he too could rewind time to the point he would’ve taken a different path. To spend more time with the one he loved above all else… That was a dream best left in the past.

     He decided to leave her be so she’d be able to mourn her losses. He needed to use the little time he had to take care of unfinished business. He fled from the scene by going through the portal she created in the midst of her despair.

     He found himself in what seemed to be a white void. The floor beneath him rippled when his feet touched the surface and he realized he was standing on water. His reflection stared back at him when he cast his eyes downward. The body his sibling graciously gifted to him allowed him to change it however he wanted and he liked the changes he made. A vessel specifically tailored just for him was such a wonderful thing and it was a shame to have to give it up.

     A pair of small black horns stuck out of long dark hair tied into a braid. Black scales painted the edges of his face and eyes, trailing down his neck before concealing themselves under the layers of clothes. He kept his red eyes and fangs from when he was a snake so he’d still be recognizable. Blood coated his hands and stained the only article of pristine white clothing he wore, which he hoped would intimidate his prey. She’d never see this coming.

     Finding an exit out of the void was simple. All he had to do was take a step and he was in an entirely different place. There were an endless amount of stairs and corridors leading to doors, most of what he could see on fire. The heat was surprisingly pleasant as he wandered around the seemingly limitless labyrinth. It was then he spotted a tangle of black hair with a sliver of red hastily entering one of the doors. With a rush of adrenaline running through his veins, he ran towards the door. It had been so long since he played his favorite game of cat and mouse.

     He chased her through many areas of the Daze. One was of a ruined city where the setting sun gave way too many shadows for her to hide in. Another was of an urban landscape, not unlike a major street intersection, where there were dozens of blood splatters decorating the asphalt. It was after he cut across a nighttime city he arrived at his destination.

     Mother was inside. The house she and her wretched human “family” lived and laughed in for the few years they stayed there. It was fitting for her and him to settle their issues in the same place their troubles began. She’ll regret leaving behind the ones that truly loved her.

     He walked up to the house. Overgrown grass crept over the foundation and ivy crawled all along the flaky walls. There were broken shards of glass inside the windows, which would make it hard for trespassers to sneak in without alerting anyone. Parts of the roof had collapsed inward and the front door was hanging on by a thread. Mother’s really let the place go, hasn’t she?

     He stopped just before the door. How did he want to approach this? She had to know he was here so there was no need in being stealthy. He then did the next best thing, which was to kick the door down till he was inside. He smashed through it, reducing it to mere splinters. That was easy.

     The room he was in now was the same room he proposed the idea of creating this world to Mother. It was empty, save for a few pieces of overturned furniture scattered about the place and debris from the roof. Moonlight shone down from above, illuminating the room, though it wasn’t necessary. He could see perfectly well in the dark, despite the limitations of his “human” body.

     There were two doors that stood in front of him. Beyond them were bedrooms, one being that brat Shion’s and the other Mother’s. It was a coin toss as to which room she was hiding in and he hated wasting time with trivial matters like this. Besides, even if he did end up picking the wrong choice, she wouldn’t get away undetected. His hearing was almost as good as hers and she knew that.

     An idea sprang into his mind to try luring her out. He stood at the wall separating the two rooms, wound up his fist, and punched it. The sheer power in the hit caused a crater to form in the wall as dust sprinkled down from the ceiling. He heard something fall from behind the left door and a sharp intake of breath. The corners of his mouth curved up as he tried to fight back a laugh. There she was.

     Keeping his excitement in check, he pushed open the door. Inside the room were the remains of a bed with two nightstands on either side of it and an empty window over to the right. He didn’t need the light coming in from a hole in the ceiling to see her. Mother sat in a corner of the room, her whole body shaking.

     She hadn’t changed at all. She still had the same cascade of raven hair tied up with a red ribbon, the same black dress. The same red eyes resembling his own were now staring at him in pure fear. It must’ve been quite the shock for her to see Saeru walking around and being able to express his moods in a more effective way. She’d finally know how much and how deep his feelings ran.

     “It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Mother?” he asked, putting on a fake smile.

     When she didn’t respond, he continued on with, “Nothing to say to me? Not even a welcome home? I know the last time we talked was years ago but I thought you’d still have some love in your heart for me. But I guess not.”

     She still hadn’t said anything. He was getting rather annoyed at the silent treatment, even if it did bring him a modicum of amusement. Does she really think staying quiet in this situation will save her? Well, he had a way of making her talk and he deserved to brag about his accomplishments.

     “If you can’t already tell, I paid a visit to the real world,” he said, noting the sudden pique of interest. “It’s changed so much since our time out there. I’ve met so many interesting people during my trip, including the kids my siblings are inhabiting the bodies of. I even got the chance to meet your successor, what was her name again? Ah, right, Marry.”

     He saw the quick flash of anger across her face as she asked, “What did you do to her?”

     “You can rest easy,” he replied, his temper beginning to flare up. “I haven’t laid a finger on that crybaby brat’s head. She’s all right, physically, at least.”

     It was then her eyes wandered down to his blood-soaked hands. Gone was the anger as horror came to replace it at the grisly sight. He wondered when she’d notice that and he was pleased to know her reaction was how he predicted it to be. Her imagination had to be running wild with all the ways that blood got on his hands. The temptation of telling her his gruesome acts was there but this was more fun.

     “Her mind, though, must be forever scarred,” he said with a dissonant smile. “I imagine her heart shattered to pieces after I killed her friends.”

     “Why are you doing this?!” she demanded, her teary eyes full of fury. “Why must you hurt me so?”

     All the fun he was having at her expense evaporated. Was she being serious? Did she really have the gall to ask why he was doing all this? Maybe it was time to remind her of the fault she held in this.

     “I think the better question is, why did you choose them over us? Why did you abandon us?” He crouched down and rested his cheek on his hand.

     “What are you talking about? I never abandoned you or your siblings! I tried my best to have the two most important things in my life get along without any issue.” She gestured to him with her hand. “You were the only one who had a problem with it!”

     His eyes narrowing, he asked in indignation, “How could you expect me to not have a problem with it? How could you forget all the pain, all the suffering, all the torment the humans dealt on to you? How could you run off with that man and bear his child after everything they’ve done to you?”

     It was at this point she stood up. He did as well, noticing the hard glint of stubbornness in her eyes. He already knew what was coming and he didn’t want to hear the same old, tired speech.

     “Tsukihiko was different. He was kind to me, he cared for me.” She put a hand on her chest, where her heart was. “He loved me. He was treated the same way I was so---”

     “So you thought you and him were the same? Please,” he interrupted, scoffing at the ridiculousness of the thought. “You and that man were never the same and you know why? He was but a mere mortal and you a god. You will never belong with the humans, no matter how much you try and forget that fact.”

     “What do you want from me? An apology, is that it?” she asked, exasperated. He wanted much more than empty platitudes.

     “What I want is for you to understand exactly how much you’ve hurt me.” He took a couple steps toward her, causing dust to rain down on top of him. “You refused to heed my warnings, took that brat’s side over mine, and you tried to leave me behind in this world. Who does that to someone they once claimed to love? Someone whose only crime was loving them?

     “You’ve become the very thing you’ve never wanted to be.” He locked eyes with her and gave voice to all the pain and scorn he felt. “You’re a monster.”

     It was as if he stabbed her through the gut with a knife. Tears spilled over as she fell to her knees, holding her head in her hands. It was bad enough for the humans to call her that when they knew nothing about her. It must’ve been like a betrayal to hear that come from someone she once considered to be her closest friend. Still, he got a dark sense of satisfaction seeing her break down. It served her right to feel only a fraction of the pain he’s dealt with for years.

     “And yet--” he paused as she looked up at him-- “despite everything you did to me, I still love you. I was created to serve you and be with you for however long you wanted but I grew to genuinely love you. How could I not?”

     She withdrew further into the corner after he stepped closer. The question he wanted, needed to ask leapt into his mind. A simple yes or no question and whatever her answer was would determine what he’d do next.

     “It’s because of my love for you I ask,” he began, paying close attention to her face, “if you still hold some fondness for the humans. Do you still love your family?”

     Without any hesitance in her voice, she replied with, “Of course I do. I’ll always love them. Tsukihiko, Shion, Marry…I love them all from the bottom of my heart.”

     That was the answer he feared to hear. Her saying that proved to him she was too far gone and needed to be put out of her misery. They took everything away from her, from her happiness to her sanity. It’s because he loved her he’d be willing to give her the sweet release she deserved.

     He started walking towards her. She tried to crawl away from him but found herself cornered with no means of escape. A wicked grin split across his face as he came into the moon’s silvery ray of light. He stopped just short of her, towering above her small, trembling form.

     “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, scared for her life. “Whatever it is, I can’t die.”

     “Oh, Mother…” He knelt down in front of her and cupped her cheeks. Her scales were smooth to the touch as he wiped away her tears. “You’re right in that you can’t die. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be killed.”

     His smile growing ever larger, he said, “You lost your immortality the moment you passed on your crown.”

     Her eyes widened in horror as his hands slid down to her neck. He could feel her pulse thudding against his palms, his slender fingers wrapped around her throat. She softly whimpered and he leaned in close. He whispered into her ear his final words before her denouement.

     “Goodnight, Mother.”

     It wasn’t hard to crush her windpipe. Her nails dug into his arms in a desperate attempt to fight back but he merely brushed them off. He knew she was close to death when her eyes started to roll to the back of her head. Then he had an idea to end this in something more similar to his style.

     Her skin began to tear apart as he pulled her head up like a weed. The sound of her neck breaking echoed in the empty house. He finally ripped her head off her shoulders, blood pouring out of the stump as he stood up. Her body slumped onto the floor, the moon’s light reflected off the crimson pool.

     Mother’s bright red eyes were now dull and lifeless. Her mouth lolled open and what little saliva she had trickled out of the corners. He could see just a sliver of her vertebrae sticking out of the bottom of her neck. He untied the ribbon holding her hair up, wiped the spit away with his sleeve, and shut her eyes. Her dark tresses felt soft on his skin as he touched their foreheads together.

     “We’ll be together forever, right, Mother?” he said with a depraved smile before crazed laughter spilled out of his mouth like a stream.

     It was only a matter of waiting now before time was reset. How far back it’d go, he didn’t know. Even if it was as far back to the beginning, he’d remember the events of this loop an do them again. He’d do them again and again to his heart’s content and no one would be able to stop him.

     The only thing he wouldn’t commit again was his act of matricide. It was a one time thing and it was done to give him “closure” or whatever the humans called it. Mother warped into someone he didn’t recognize and he needed to accept that the person he knew had died a long time ago. At least he’ll always have his memories of her kept close to his heart.

     It was time to look forward and move ahead to the future. Whatever the next summers brought, he was sure to enjoy every last bit.

[fallingin-like]

november 10

til death do us part by @apprenticedmagician ​[requested by @leahlisabeth]

see which other fics i’m reviewing this month! / my review request post!

this is a fantastic post-canon fic which follows neil as he ropes aaron along into joining him in visiting his mother’s grave in california. this fic does a great job of demonstrating the growth that both characters have experienced.

i might just be partial to fics that deal with neil’s past and reconciling mary’s abuse with how he remembers her, but i really enjoyed ‘til death do us part’. it’s a fic that i reread semi-regularly (basically anytime i come across it on ao3). i think that you do a great job with the characterization, and this feels like a really genuine and realistic fic. it’s interesting and sad and angsty and that’s everything i look for when i want to read. 

some parts that i particularly liked:

oh my gOODness of course neil went all the way to the medical university of south carolina without knowing how to get in contact with either aaron or katelyn or where to find them

”(she had never left scars though - neil had a habit of only remembering his lessons when they lingered under his skin.)” woAh this makes me shiver

”but neil was already so much of a wreck in body, mind, and soul; he didn’t care all that deeply about letting andrew know how ruined neil was without him” nooooo. as much as i hate the idea of andrew and neil having such a hard time with long-distance, it’s really fitting. for so long they have been used to being on their own and fending for themselves, that this must feel a little more normal (but worse)? their relationship has foundations on unspoken trust shared between them, care that is shown through actions instead of words, and body language, things that are so so hard to have when you’re living apart.

oo great rationalization behind choosing allison to call! also bless her for making neil check in with photos. so smart!

I LOVE THE PARAGRAPHS ABOUT HOW NEIL’S IDEA OF HOME CHANGES BASED ON WHERE ANDREW IS so softtt

i am really interested in this trump card that neil has, i’d love to see you explore what would push neil to use the identity of jackson and what he would do with it

neil, my poor baby, it’s heartbreaking to hear of him waking up from nightmares and not being able to call andrew

”wanted to cling to him and never let him leave - just the way mary used to do with neil. but neil remembered how suffocating that was… he’d never risk drowning andrew just to make him his anchor” what amazing word choice you have here, the imagery is so nice and i love hearing neil’s justification for not wanting to speak with andrew

i really like this scene with katelyn. even though i’m kind of annoyed neil being so upset with her (although this is a reread so i know her reasoning behind why she’s so worried for him) it’s understandable given the strained relationship between andrew and katelyn (and really andrew with a lot of people). i’m proud of her for asking. i imagine that it must have been scary, and rightfully so, given neil’s reaction

SIR FAT CAT MCCATTERSON VS THE CACTUS I WOULD LOVE LOVE TO SEE FANART OF THIS (and i would draw it myself but am terrible at art) what a cute idea!!!

aaron and neil dynamics are so interesting. i’m finding more and more that i really enjoy fics where they have a better relationship than in the books, because they really do have some things in common. 

oh my goodness i love the phone call between andrew and aaron so much. the silence from andrew when he realises what neil has done, everything that is unsaid but understood between them, “the problem then had been that every biting remark he threw at andrew left a sting on his own body, like every cut he inflicted copied an identical twin injury on himself” what a great line

medical student aaron vs the mess of trauma and old injury and exhaustion that is neil,, yes my favourite. (i read this fic where neil teaches aaron all these medical facts that he’s learned from injuries inflicted on himself/his mother and i really livEd for that even it’s also like,,,,, woah neil are you okay there how are you alive)

katelyn is sooooo sweet! we really don’t know that much about her from the books (at least, not that i can remember), but i think your characterization is so good. in this fic you show her how good of a match she is for katelyn, not just because she is sweet, but because she supports him, loves him, reminds him that he’s not what his mother said he was

this beach scene is definitely one of my favourites in this fic. aaron’s logical approach trying to calm him “you were on the run, it would’ve been stupid to mark her grave”, calling andrew, neil holding on to aaron while on the phone, aaron carrying neil!! neil being so skinny ahhhh “andrew was going to rake him over hot coals for this” THIS SCENE IS SO GOOD

”neil almost cried again and hid his face when he saw it wasn’t andrew” oh my goodness neil, baby, makes me feel so soft. just want to wrap him up and tell him everything will be okay

dr aaron minyard has arrived and is ready to take care of neil!!! feeding him!!!!!! ahhhhh

i like that you include that aaron doesn’t feel the same way about tilda and neil feels about mary. aaron is older now and has had time to work through both his complicated relationship with his mother and with what andrew did. you did a great job exploring aaron’s thoughts around this (and also neil’s about mary, that was a good POV change)

”aaron passed him a napkin. for a horrifying moment, neil was worried he had wept without noticing but then he realized some condiments had fallen from his burger onto his pants” i love how you manage to incorporate humour into this fic!! the lightheartedness provides much needed breaks from the seriousness of the topics being dealt with and make it an easier read

ahhhh bless you for giving some much needed closure, i think we all know that that boy dearly needs it. 

YES GREAT BIT ABOUT HOW AARON KNEW HE WANTED TO HAVE THE WEDDING/CEREMONY

ANDREW AND NEIL REUNION WE LOVE

i liked the switching between aaron and neil’s perspectives. i find that it helped with the storytelling and made certain scenes more understandable and fluid. aaron is such an interesting character that i’ve realised i’m drawn to fics with his POV. fanfics take him in so many directions and i really like how he has seemed to grow and mature as he has aged. it’s really easy for me to forget that in the books he was, what? 19? 20? he may come off not the greatest in the books, but he is so. young. of course he still has issues expressing his thoughts and emotions and doesn’t have good communication skills. he’s basically still a teenager and a stressed teenager at that. trying to get into med school (so needs perfect grades and to have a decent course load to get all the required credits) and playing a varsity sport and having to come to terms with the fact that your brother killed your abusive mother for you and now you have to hide your girlfriend from your brother otherwise he might kill her too and your cousin has custody of you and said brother is also dating the son of a mafia guy who is being hunted by the mafia which also has ties with the varsity sport you are playing?? and i’m not even mentioning everything???? like boy that dude has some serious repression skills but alsO if he didn’t have them i have 0 idea how he would have coped through university. anyway, enough about my thoughts on aaron minyard

this was such a wonderful fic. the interactions between ALL of the characters was great and written in a really interesting way. of course, i love love love the plot that you have. this idea of neil asking aaron to go with him to say goodbye to his mother?? you’re a genius for having come up with it! what inspired this? you broke my heart and put it back together with this fic. thank you so much for writing this!!!

[houkagokappa]

Sarazanmai episode 8 first (second?) impressions

No early raws this week either. It messes with my workflow. I used to write these based on what I could pick up on from the raws while I was waiting for the subs to come out, but now I watched the stream first and the subbed episode second (several hours later) and it’s not the same experience anymore. Only the first comment is a very genuine first impression I almost posted on itself.

Aaaaah they’ve met before!!! We got it right with the childhood connections, Tooi’s past playing soccer, the micanga and everything!!

This opening scene with Kazuki and Tooi’s talk remind me so much of Penguindrum. Young characters making all these grand statements and living unnecessary tough lives.  

Tooi is a precious boy. I love him so so so much! His brother’s also a good guy :) Yes, these are statements I’ll stand behind even once we’ve gotten to the end. 

I find it interesting that Chikai came up to Enta. What was his motive for that? Is he a weirdo who talks to strangers?

I love that we finally see more of Reo’s and Mabu’s personalities even though I hate them ;_; Well I don’t hate them, I actually find them interesting it’s just that I cry for the loss of cute easy going manga Reo and Mabu.

Lol I thought for sure that the taste of those ningyou-yaki’s would be special somehow, either that they would taste the same as the ones Mabu used to bake or that they would be awful somehow. Well since they ended up being only half-baked I kinda got that right?

I love how Enta decides to help the creepy guy he just met run away from the police. (Okay to be fair he recognized him as Tooi’s brother, but still!).

At first I thought Enta started to feel for Tooi when Chikai mentioned getting away from the city, but instead he offers his help. That’s more like everyone's expectations!

I can’t believe how thick Kazuki is. How does he not get Enta’s perspective?? It’s clear as day for Tooi. 

The text that rolls when Sara’s talking about Chikai mentions Reo and Mabu! Apparently Sara wasn’t aware of their doings and she doesn’t find them to be bad guys. I’m willing to believe her. They have their reasons, although they’re becoming more villainous by the episode.

Little Tooi, you don’t need to give up on soccer! Poor Enta as well. Not only is Tooi stealing Kazuki away from him, he was there from the start. It’s like Enta doesn’t have the slightest chance anymore.

I love that Reo and Mabu went on a date to the amusement park and that Reo keeps eating the half-baked ningyou-yaki. That should make Mabu happy!

I can’t believe Chikai kicks Enta towards their attacker. Nice foreshadowing for what’s to come. I was so tense when he kept swinging that knife/sword around, but in the end no one got hurt by it.

ReoMabu are such a fun duo. For the first half of Sarazanmai you always knew what would happen when they showed up, but now that we’re getting into their story as well they’re unpredictable and that’s something I love. I also need to stop screaming each time they appear and each time Reo takes out that gun.

The fact that Enta saw them the pushes the story forward nicely. I’ve been waiting for their encounter and wondering what it would be like. 

Some actual cops show up and it seems like Reo and Mabu are out there doing their own thing entirely lol.

Sara says that she’s been watching ReoMabu over a couple of days. Seems like she doesn’t remember them raising her (or alternatively that never happened to her in this timeline). Keppi on the other hand recognizes them. 

I can’t tell if Keppi being freezed is a funny accident or calculated move on Sara’s part. Last episode made them seem like an wacky couple, but that could be just for show and I don’t think these characters are that stupid. This is really bad news for the boys. Now they can’t be turned into kappa, can’t fight any zombies and can’t receive any more Plates of Hope.

I feel so bad for Tooi. All this time spend with Kazuki and no real indication of their past together from either side... Then he decides on a crappy future for himself :/ I appreciate that Enta feels some sympathy for him, even though he’s feeling jealous of him. 

Kazuki turned into a mystery for me again, just when I thought I had him figured out. Does he seriously not realize what sort of situation he’s in? It also seems like he’s fallen for Tooi, and that Tooi might reciprocate? 

Enta shows us that he’s ultimately a good guy when he rushes to Kazuki to warn him about Tooi leaving and how they need to stop him. 

Kazuki continues to be even  more of an asshole to Enta. He's only able to focus on a single thing at a time and that thing consumes his entire being. Right now that’s Tooi.

Reo and Mabu’s appearance shocked me. I might’ve screamed again. I already talked about this elsewhere, but as soon as Reo took out his gun I could tell how the scene would play out. Now I’m gonna point out all the fun things in this scene. First of all, the other day I saw fanart of Enta with red blood dripping down on a black background. I thought that was pretty extreme, but there are always people drawing guro art so I didn’t think that much of it. Now I realize it was in reference to this! I also enjoy Reo’s expression and voice when he starts taunting Kazuki. I like the way he and Mabu are so casual about what just happened. Let me point out that the reason I’m able to talk about this scene so lightheartedly is because I don’t believe Enta actually died/dies for good. If he does, yikes for me. That wouldn’t be the first time I downplay a deat just because I don’t believe it occured and it sucks later on.

When I first watched the stream I got teary eyed and heavy hearted, but now I’m focusing on all the other aspects of the scene. That said the scene hurst and I can’t wait to see what Kazuki will do next. I feel like his focus will shift on Enta now, he’ll want to do anything to heal him, to get him back. He’s also alone. Tooi left and Keppi’s frozen. What will he do?

The after credits scene is so painful. Why oh why didn’t Tooi answer his phone? It’s also a bit weird how we get a few seconds of all the emergency personal being called to the scene of the crime, but we don’t see Kazuki or Enta. It’s so quick and abrupt. A last stab at your heart if you will :’)

[woodys]

Everytime I sit down and start to do these my first thought is: Read mores are so 2012.

But in moments like these — those moments where i’m really resounding with my inner self my second thought becomes “I need to put all of this to paper” or, er, in this case a post i’m like whatever. Because there’s no way I can write as fast as my thoughts fly but my typing is ridiculously fast and (85%) concise.  Usually these posts too are pretty raw. I want to capsule as much as i’m thinking and feeling as I can. When i’m so moved to type like this, for the first time I can call myself selfish. I’m doing it for myself. A note to a later Me chronicling our growth. Not doing this for anyone else. 

Today I feel like I hit a really big milestone. To my surprise, it’s not in association to the path of healing from the loss of my mom. I mean I guess it could be. It was something she was aware of and left me better reminders for. But today, for the first time in a long while, I just kinda looked at myself and thought: “Wow. I love me.”  

The best way I can describe this week is like a rollercoaster. The beginning of this week started with this slow ascent up. Two big things happened with two fandoms (for lack of word smh) I deeply connect with. It could easily be said both of these things are deeply connected and rooted with who I am as a person. They’re huge pieces of me that can’t be ignored, even if I talk bad or aggressively deny my love for either of these things.��I was just buzzing with so much excitement I honestly don’t know how I contained it as well as I did?? I just wanted to talk to everyone about it. My friends, my co-workers even, heck I even ended up blabbing about it to my family (which is another story but for general consensus they’re hardly in favor of my deep interests) about them. 

But this really gross decent in this coaster came when I felt...in all the places I feel that I put most of myself in, I was either indirectly told “shut up” or was overall spoken over. It really stung me. It threw me in a slump real quick. People have commented to me how i’m an emotional person and I know that. I’m every bit of emotion all at once. (if you consider life like Inside Out in often occurrence you could say my emotions are probably overworked and usually clocking in overtime. 😂)  To feel everything all the time? Yeah, for the longest i’ve called this my curse. 

So imagine the rollercoaster eases up, slows down, and it’s just going on this straight path. No loops, no curves. Just straight forward. I’m watching the world go hype over these things. I’m looking at fanart, i’m watching videos. But in the back of the mind i’m punishing myself. “You feel too much about these things and it’s stupid. These are silly things to have even deeply connected yourself to. Be quiet.” “I shouldn’t emote too much about it. Even if it makes me want to scream with joy, there’s not a place anyone wants this. Don’t be obnoxious on Tumblr. Stagger your reblogs on Twitter. Don’t talk about it at all. You feel too much and not everyone wants to see how you’re feeling about it. Be considerate.” 

Looking back now, those thoughts were so disgusting. Calling myself doing a service for everyone else, it just made me feel more miserable. I think I was on the ebb of a small depressive slump before I finally broke down about it to a friend. God lemme tell you how grateful I am to have this person in my life because she really knocked me to my senses. Thanks to this person I was able to really rationalize, to think, and reflect. On my relationships, on people, but mostly myself. Which I hardly ever do, so concerned about others 24/7. (you wanna talk about a REAL curse there)

I realize that everyone is different. We all handle situations differently and react differently to different things. How someone else universally reacts doesn’t mean it works the same or as well as someone else. This is common knowledge, I know, but look. When you’re really in your feelings even the common things become a little obscure.

It’s totally okay for me to be excited about the things I love. It’s totally okay to be happy, to want to yell about it, share it with the people you care about even if they don’t want to give a care about it at all. That’s cool. I won’t share it then. I’m excited about it. Even if it seems childish. Even if it seems like it’s something no one wants to hear about it. I love this. Someone else’s positive or negative response does not justify how good or bad me being excited about it is.

My yelling, my deep connections to the things I love, my excited posts over one thing— that’s what makes, Me. Even if for someone else it’s not all that and a bag of chips, to ME it’s always gonna be a bag of chips, soda, cotton candy, and every breakfast food (except hashbrowns) out there. And I can’t help it if I get excited over it. 

On my way to see The Lego Movie 2 with my best friend today, I started crying. That’s right, i’m in this smol tiny red car, blasting this really cheery song from the movie called the Catchy Song because i’m SO EXCITED and HAPPY that i’m going to see this movie again. I’m SO overwhelmed with emotion that i’m about to see this colorful, silly looking movie AGAIN, filled with characters i’ve made connections with that I can’t do anything else but cry! That is such a beautiful feeling to have. Compared to months ago, how my tears came from this dark and deep hollow and empty feeling, three months later i’m crying because i’m so HAPPY. I got to see this movie happen! I got to experience this movie and feel the happiness of seeing these characters I love in action again. I got the chance to hear this song. I get the chance to hear it and dance to it again. I get the chance to share it with my best friend and see his reactions! I made it to today to FEEL all of THIS.

It’s not a curse to feel everything all at once. Feeling everything is what makes even the littlest things the BIGGEST adventure. Feeling everything is what makes every disappointment I run into seem like the end of my world. Feeling everything is what makes my anger blaze so hot that I gotta give myself days to cool off. Feeling everything is what gives MY life a little extra fun to go through. It’s colors, sparkles, and those excessive amounts of emotional glitter that just so happens to explode at slightly inopportune times. Of course, that’s not the green light to let my emotions run wild, but, I shouldn’t punish myself because I react as loudly as I do. I’ll be so loud, because it’s 100% me. Not 50%, not a tailored 75%. But it’s authentic and true.

My bestie and I were the last to leave from the theater because we’re both still sitting there mid-credits while i’m dancing in my seat, shouting the Catchy Song, this new anthem of mine, word from word. I hear him sing the chorus (JUST ONCE GOD BLESS) and overall he’s really letting me have that moment. (Or maybe at this point my antics don’t phase him anymore which is likely the case. 😂) For me it felt like a celebration, living my best life, so happy that i’m dancing in an empty movie theater with my best friend at my side. That’s a Mimi reaction. Something about myself I should be and always be proud of. This is where the rollercoaster speeds up, and hits back on the climb heading to a tippy top where there’s loops and twirls and all the swirlie swirls that make it the FUNNEST THRILL RIDE EVER. 

The right people will accept the way I emote. The better people will embrace that about me. For others, it might not work out at all. Either way, no matter what anyone says I love that I can feel everything about anything. If anything, that’s what makes me fun! My REAL conversations and Twitch streams would be a snooze otherwise. It feels so wonderful to say “yes I love THIS about me”. I’m not gonna let this self love hour leave me.

In close, YES you bet I’m going to see The Lego Movie 2 one more time. Because I love it, it’s so special to me, it’s pay week AND if I have to wait infinity years for the DVD I better FOR SURE etch every moment I can of it into my brain. Until then though, Catchy Song on repeat pls. ♥ ♥ ♥

[potatogoon]

Navinci’s workshop in Paris - Fan Account

I went to the workshop with a friend and we were meeting up with other participants we had talked with online an hour early. Everyone was so nice and so happy to be there! At one point, I saw Minsung going into the dance studio and started freaking out! So yeah, I made a great first impression.

We were then lining up to take the polaroids and group pictures. Polaroids were first to go, and I was at the front of the line. The staff asked us to think of a pose to do for the picture but I was freaking out so much my mind was completely blank and I ended up standing awkwardly next to him.

We I went to him for the picture, I said hi with the biggest smile so that he’d knew I was happy to be here and also to kind of make up for being a total groupie earlier. He said hi back (because he’s a very polite person) and gave me a tiny smile (He seemed kind of shy? Maybe because he wasn’t sure what to expect of us and how we were gonna act, and I can’t blame him for that tbh).

Once all the pictures were taken, the staff led us to the dance studio. My friends and I changed as quickly as possible so that we could be in front (lol). Before Minsung came in, the staff gave us a couple of rules (like don’t run at him, touch him, scream etc. and shout out to the French translator who was hilarious and kept making jokes, she really helped defuse the tension because we were all nervous as FUCK). Then Minsung came in, greeted us, introduced himself and then the class started.

SLUT LIKE YOU

Just so you know, Minsung is an AMAZING teacher! He talked mostly in English (credits to him for doing that because he did struggle to find his words but he made sure we all understood what he was telling us) and he would always take the time to help us understand what we had to do and let us take our time to learn and memorize the choreo. He was very patient with us and I love him for that!

He’s also the sassiest person alive. Especially during slut like you, showing us movements as “bitch slaps”, making faces and teaching us how to do his famous walk and even telling us, to boost our confidence: “who runs the world? Girls!”

At the end of the class, he separated us into three different groups to dance the choreo with him. At one point, he asked me and another girl to change groups and I kind of freaked out internally because he pointed at him and said “you go to group A” and in my head I was just like “omg he’s talking to ME!”

He then chose one of my friends and another girl to dance “Slut Like You” while being filmed by the staff and at the end, my friend went into complete freestyle mode and she was AMAZING!!! I’m sure she made Minsung very proud to have her as a student! He also danced to “Slut Like You” himself and it was AMAZING!! And everyone was hyping the shit out of him, which was pretty awesome!

Before we had to go change, Minsung asked us to sit down next to him. He started asking us where we were from, who was from Paris, how old we were and if some of us were dancers and whose dream was it to not be a dancer. A bunch of us raised our hands and he asked us individually what our dream was. At that moment, I was looking at him and I realized it was all real. He was there, in front of me and had just taught me one of his choreos, which has been my dream for 4 years. That’s when I started crying.

Minsung then turned to me and asked me “What’s your dream” immediately followed by “Oh, why are you crying???”, everyone around me went “Awe don’t cry!” (which made me cry even more tbh, I was a whole mess) and then Minsung threw his sweat-covered towel at me (which was hilarious omg thank you for making me smile). I then told him it had been my dream for 4 years to get a dance class from him because he was my favorite dancer and he was like “Really? Four years??”. He had a hard time believed I’ve been a fan of his and admiring him for so long. After that, I told him I wanted to be a nail technician and then showed my nails, since I had done a special Navinci nail art for the workshop. He took my hand, looked at my nails while smiling and then kept my hand in his a little longer. We looked at each other in the eyes and just kept thanking each other. That’s something I’ll never forget.

He went on to tell us that we needed to chase our dreams, to be prepared for the hardships to come and to never give up. In the end, we are all artists and need to be proud of our creations. Show it to the world, be proud of yourself and all your hard work. And if it breaks? It’s okay. Keep going, repair it so that you can make it even better.

Minsung truly is an inspiration and a few others started crying at that point. His speech really was beautiful and inspiring. I’ll never forget what he told us and I will always remember his words to keep myself going.

MOVE

Since there were a lot of new people for this class, the beginning was the same. Pictures were taken, we changed, staff gave the rules and Minsung came in.

For “Move”, we actually learned 2 choreos in one. The chorus was Taemin’s but the beginning was Minsung’s creation. And of course, it was voguing! While he was teaching us a particularly difficult hand movement, he went to every student to check how everyone was doing and took the time to correct us if we made mistakes and show us again how to do it properly. When it was my turn, I was thinking “don’t fuck up don’t fuck up don’t fuck up don’t fuck up” and I couldn’t look at him while doing it because I was so nervous. When I was done, I looked at him for his reaction and he looked at me with his eyes wide open and said “very gooood!” and I died a little bit inside.

His part was really beautiful and I was so happy that I finally got to learn some voguing (especially since it was taught by Minsung). It was pretty tough but I think I managed to do it quite well. Minsung apparently thought so too.

Just like for “Slut Like You”, he picked two students to be filmed dancing with him. And he picked me. He pointed at me, said “you go to the front”, picked another student to do the same and then played the music before joining us. I was sooooooooo nervous but I honestly think I did really well and I can’t wait for the video to be released! I was proud of myself and my friends were hyping me up so much, it made me really happy.

SCISSORHANDS

Yup. That’s right. We also learned the choreo to “Scissorhands”! I was so happy because I love this choreo soooooo much and have been wanting to learn it for a long time and I can’t believe I actually got to do it. It’s so hard though, the movements aren’t just difficult, you also need to do them very fast (I don’t think anyone managed to do it at full speed). We first learned the hand movements while sitting down before the steps and body movements. In the end, Minsung chose two students again to dance with him and he actually hesitated before deciding not to pick me, which made me feel pretty happy again (and I was also glad he didn’t pick me to be filmed dancing “Scissorhands” because I couldn’t memorize the choreo well enough, I would’ve just looked stupid).

He then danced to “Scissorhands” by himself and it was just beautiful. He is such an amazing dancer and we were so lucky to see him and learn from him.

After the class ended, I got to see him one last time in front of the dance studio building. My friends and I were trying to decide on where to spend the rest of the day when he came out. We said goodbye to him and he gave us the most beautiful eye smile I’ve ever seen.

That’s where it ends for me. I know what happened at the dinner event because my friends got to go but I don’t feel like it’s my story to tell. Just know that Minsung really does know all of us from social media; he knew the people going to the dinner because he had been stalking them for who knows how long! So if you’ve left comments on his pictures, he saw it. If you posted fanart, he saw it. So please, keep sending him love because he really deserves it, and I don’t think he realizes how much he means to us. We need to show that he is important and how he has had such an amazing and positive impact on our lives. He really deserves it.

This was literally the best day of life. I got to meet one of my idols and one of my biggest dreams came true. I also got to meet a lot of amazing people. It was so nice to see people that have been supporting Minsung and ToppDogg for so long and I got to meet people that I’ve only seen online, it was amazing! I will never forget them because they too, made this day beautiful.

[franeridart]

Your colors lately are even more beautiful!!! Your art is amazing!

AHHHH thank you!!! so much!!!!!! I have, admittedly, finally been putting more effort into them haha it’s good to know it’s noticeable! ;;

Anon said:My dude, I want to own Bakugou's shirt in that Kamino squad drawing

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy you liked it!!!!! :D

Anon said:What do you think of Kaminari x Ibara or Toga x Twice?

I don’t really have strong feelings about either, honestly :O but the only person I really ship Ibara with is Tetsu, and I can’t say I’m much into villain-shipping in general

Anon said:Have you read Sweater Weather by crispykrimi?

Nope, I don’t really read tddk fics, sorry ^^’’

Anon said:Do you think kirishima goes to izuku and they talk about their relationships?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm honestly, while I realize that Kiri and Deku are on friendly terms, given canon I’d say if Kirishima needs to talk to anyone about stuff he’s gonna go to either Baku, Kami, Sero, Tokoyami or Mina, since those are the people we’ve seen him open up to, in canon! Same goes for Deku, if he gotta open up to someone it’s gonna be Iida, Todoroki or Uraraka :0 well, it’s not like it’s impossible for them to talk about it, but I can see it happen more in a possible future where they’ve grown closer than they are atm in canon! At least imho haha

Anon said:I just wanna say that I’ve been following you for a pretty long time (since the tattoo au was just starting I think) and you’re art just continues to improve and look amazing as time goes on. I’ve always loved it but these past couple days I saw some of ur recent stuff and was just blown away bc it looks so good. Thanks for drawing and sharing ur art w us, I love seeing it!! I hope u have a good day!!!

THAT SURE IS A LONG TIME!!! I’m so happy to hear you stuck around that long aaahhhhhh ;; and thank you so so so much for the compliment, oh my god!!

Anon said:have you ever considered kiribaku getting hit by someone w/ a body-swapping quirk?

I have! It’s a trope I find real funny - but I’ve also seen a whole lot of art/fics for that topic already, would people even seriously be interested in seeing more? It looks like the type of thing that’s gonna come out more or less always the same, which is why I never really bothered to draw out my ideas haha

Anon said:Your kids!au makes me wanna write so bad.

THAT’S GOOD!!! Inspiring people is the best thing I could ever ask for!!!! (...remember to credit back to the post if you use any of my ideas tho ;; pls)

Anon said:Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!! I love love love looovee the kiribaku kids!!!!!!!!! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!

THANK YOU!!!! I’m super happy you like themmm!!!!!

Anon said:Hey:) just wanted to leave you a note to let you know how much i adore the way you draw Tamaki. Of course I love your kiribakus and bnha art in general, like your comics, but not a lot of people draw Tamaki and I really love yours:)

Holy smokes thank you!!!! Jiki is actually incredibly comfortable to draw, I’m glad you like my take on him! I’ve got so many unfinished sketches of him.... I should really try to finish those...................

Anon said:so this ask is like,, basically a huge appreciation ask for your comics bc they're cute and funny and they always light up my day!! on a side note: are you franeridan on ao3 bc if so I'm dying thank you for bookmarking my fics

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes I am!!!! whatever fics they were if I bookmarked them they were for sure incredibly amazing and made my day better so thank you so much for using your time to write them!!!!!

Anon said:may i ask the heights of teenage mako and tai!!

Mako is just a little bit under 2m and Tai’s ~170cm! As things are then, Mako’s a lil bit taller than both Baku and Kiri while Tai is obviously shorter!

Anon said:i used your art for reference. is it ok if i post it crediting you and saying you drew the picture that i took reference from?

Sure, if it’s just for reference and credited I don’t mind! (but if you were using my stuff for pose references may I suggest you avoid doing that in the future cause my anatomy is absolutely terrible you’re just gonna end up making my same mistakes aaahhhhhhhhhhh ;; there’s lotsa more accurate refs around, believe me)

Anon said:please draw more shinsou he looks amazing in your style!!

Thank you! And sure, in the future why not!!

Anon said:Just wanted to let you know that I was scrolling through your bokuroo tag and 1) Aaaah I'm still so in love with how you draw kuroo and 2) I love how I can see the way your art style has improved over time and it's just so nice to see?? Bless your art so much and you're such a great person too I'm cry

SOB thank you so much oh my god, this really means the world to me???? ;; so many compliments holy smokes bless you

Anon said:Hi! I'm the anon that sent you the message about the A Day to Remember song for KiriBaku, and found another awesome song for them - Let Me Be by Escape the Fate. It's super cute and sappy for an alt/hardcore band and it fits Kiri more than Baku, imo, but could honestly come from either of their perspectives. ~SongAnon :)

AH GODS that’s sweet ;O; how come hardcore bands always go so soft on their ballads I cry - I feel it works perfectly from Baku’s pov too, tho!! Let him be Kiriiiiiii ;;; sweet

Anon said:I just wanted to say that I love your art and style as a whole, but I really really appreciate the way you draw Kirishimas eyebrows... like they look so simple but,,, they truly make my day 💕

Kirishima’s tiny eyebrows!!!! I’m glad you like them, they’re weirdly expressive and easy to draw honestly hahaha

Anon said:your art is shit //no no no nonno oo fdjsakfl;d I MEANT THE SHIT your art is the shit fjkdsa i'm so sorry i love you and your art this is why i can never compliment anyone ahhhhhhh //i'm crying omg i saw someone else send a separate ask to someone elase that was like your art is shit but it is the shit and i was like whoaaa how cool but noooooo jfsdakldsfa kms i'm sorry

This was a bit of a trainwreck ngl haha but it’s okay anon!!! It was an honest mistake, don’t worry too much about it!!! Thank you so so so much for liking my stuff

Anon said:Hi erm I believe that YouTuber "AnimeUproar" used your kinoko komori fanart without crediting you and I'm not sure whether you gave him permission. The title of the video is "EVERY QUIRK EXPLAINED! | Class 1-B (My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia All Quirks)" // Same anon as before and he also used your Setsuna art in the same video. The kinoko art had your watermark cut off while the other one didn't but they still have no credit anywhere and I'm not sure whether you have permission. Sorry if you did and I'm just being stupid lmao but it's the same YouTuber and the same video in case you want to message him

If it’s not credited you can be sure I didn’t give them the green light to use it, honestly - but, you know. Whatever. I’m tired. Let them use it. It’s a video so it’s not even like people can save it and reupload it anywhere else. sigh

Anon said:I am like 2000 years late but,, your bakubaby sketches saved my life wow they’re so cute

*cries forever* thank you !!!!!!!!!!!! ;;O;;

Anon said:All of ur art especially recently is just??? Blowing me away?? Oh my god?? I just your coloring and then that fantasy one holy fuck the DETAILS I feel like I can touch it it's so good I can tell you put a lot of time into it it shows it shows so much god it's so high quality I'M STILL !?!?! your art seems to get better all the time thank youuuuuu for blessing us w it it's so incredibly lovely ahhhhhhhhh

I’M SO HECKING HAPPY YOU LIKED THAT ONE cause it really took forever honestly - it was fun from start to end so it’s fine, but, you know, it’s cool to see it was worth it haha thank you so so much for the complimentsss!!!!

Anon said:I love your art so much :') it makes me so happy whenever I get a notification from your blog

I still can’t believe people really have notifs on for this blog oh my g o d ;u; thank you

Anon said:I just wanted the share, that I came across your art in a trash, and scrolled down your blog looking for more, and I liked it so much that I decided to follow you... Only to find past self already did whoops haha. So I liked you enough to follow you twice!

THAT’S SO COOL!!! Holy smokes!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!! °O°

Anon said:I just went thru your whole art tag chronologically and omg you've come so far! Every time your art crosses my dash I smile and I'm happy every time I see it!

Have I? I have!! Sometimes I look at my really old art and I hate it and want to delete it but then I’m like, comparing it to the new stuff makes me feel good about it so it’s still there - that does mean sometimes people are gonna see the old stuff too, tho #rip I’m sorry you had to see that stuff, but thank you a lot for thinking I got better!!!!

Anon said:I love how Jirou's eyes look in your style. (How everything about her looks, too.) Damn, she's a stunner, isn't she?

*whispers* she is oh my g o d !!! I love Jirou. She’s just. So goodlooking. Gods. I’m glad you think she looks good in my style!!!

Anon said:ur momo and jirou are so beautiful!!! 💙 if i wasnt already as gay as it gets id have a major enlightenment rn ahhh

GOSH!!!! thank you so much!!!! :D

Anon said:have you considered... minamomo and/or kyooru

Never before Jirou and Tooru, actually, but I have thought about Mina and Momo and I’m still unsure about where that ship even came from. Like, not in the sense that I think it’s a bad ship, but in the sense that I really don’t understand it :0 why do you like Mina and Momo, anon? There’s so many people shipping it, I’m curious about where it came from! But every time I asked I got no answer #rip I wanna be interested in it, help me understand why it should be interesting!

Anon said:Have you ever considered Aoyama x Sero?? 10/10 recommend.

I haven’t! Mostly cause I generally hc Aoyama as ace, really - but that’s an interesting ship I might think about more :O

Anon said:I finally started reading BNHA again after dropping it in May and HOLY SHIT DID I MISS A LOT!! JUST THAT ARC WAS INSANE??

I know right??? I KNOW RIGHT????? I loved that arc from start to end, no lies anywhere, such a genuinely good arc!!! 

Anon said:Hey fran, I just wanted to say that I like your art very much and that I love to see how much you are improving as time goes on. You are doing great. ♥

So many people telling me that I’m improving oh my g o d it makes me so happy ;u; thank you so so much

Anon said:ahhhh i loved your aokaga drawings, they're the cutest and I hope you make more of them being cute together!!!!

Eek, sorry anon but I’m really not into making content for that ship anymore ;^; I’m glad you still like the old things, tho!!

Anon said:I really wanted to tell you that I love your art so much I can't even explain. It cures my anxiety and I'm not kidding. When I feel down and shitty, I just go through your blog and your fanarts make my day (my favorite ever is your bokuro). The way you put the emotions into characters gives me life, honestly. Thank you for your art

THIS MEANS!!! THE WORLD!!!! TO ME!!!!! Knowing that I can help you like that is such a good feeling anon, holy heck!! Thank you so much for liking my things and sending this ask!!!

Anon said:heyo tell us abt some kami angst hcs :)))) tenk youu

Anon............. love............... whatever in this blog made you think I might have angst headcanon about anything..................... I’m the most fluff person around............

Anon said:That idea you had about making hagakure's costume out of her hair or something like mirio's!!! WHAT A GREAT IDEA IVE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE!! You're so smart! I LOVE IT

THANK YOU BUT IT WASN’T JUST MY IDEA!!! After Mirio explained his costume the idea was floating around on my dash a lot, it just made sense to a bunch of us!!