#and my mappi earrings!!!!

[good-beans]

Went to a really cool Japanese culture festival yesterday -- I wasn't sure if it would lean more towards serious culture or weeb territory, but it ended up a pretty even mix of both 😂

It was a really good time hanging out with some super nice new people and trying out a local event! I even got a little Sayori charm as well as earrings that look a lot like Mappi's ;--;

[good-beansdraws]

Finally finished my Milgram-characters-in-my-outfits thing :D Yuno's probably the only one who would actually wear the outfit I gave them, but that's the fun part! Bonus lazy Shidou in my fave shirt of all time, plus technically the cow is headless because my dryer ruined it...

[searihart]

0308 siblings fr

Happy Valentine's Day! For the @milgram-valentines-exchange I got @firebugging I hope you like your gift and that you have a great day <333

Alt ver without the frame under the cut (plus some hcs)

Fuuta got them the matching earrings by commissioning someone on etsy while claiming "its not a big deal" even tho he was stressing out if they were gonna arrive on time or not

(since he doesn't have piercings but still wanted to match, he also bought beads and put them on his hoodie's string, will say "they just look cool, okay?" But everyone knows what it means)

It was Mappi's idea to paint each other's nails! Mikoto was immediately in and he chose the colors, but Fuuta tries really hard to look cool so he was like "if you're gonna paint my nails I only accept black"

Mikoto probably enjoys teasing Fuuta a lot and watching him get all red and flustered, and with Mappi he gets to be showered with love as he giggles into oblivion

Also Mikoto made sure the 3 were color-coded, he even bought Fuuta a hoodie just so that he couldn't refuse

I really hope you liked it and I love you a lot and I'm sending you many hugs <333

[good-beanswrites]

And a sort of alternate version for the last Fuuta/cry prompt, from a normal au that lives in my brain -- some hurt/comfort with Mappi :')

Mahiru hummed as she stirred. The apartment was filled with the wonderful aroma of her cooking. A door around the corner clicked. Perfect timing, she thought with a smile.

She hadn’t been sure Fuuta would wake up in time for dinner. He’d been out cold ever since she picked him up from his dorm room. Well, he’d probably recount it as kidnapping, since he was in no state to actually agree to come along. But that was the very reason she’d dragged his weak form out of there – no one at the school had noticed that calls stopped going through to him, or that his social media pages all vanished overnight, or that he’d stopped attending classes. When Mahiru finally made her way to his dark, trash-piled room, she discovered him with a 39 degree fever and rambling frantically about death. She needed to take matters into her own hands.

And that’s exactly what she did. Fuuta could hardly keep food down, after his diet of instant meals, energy drinks, and painkillers (if the discarded containers around his room were any clue), so she replaced them with homemade soups and teas. She traded his rumpled bed for her own, which was sweet-scented and well-lit. Mikoto had even helped with a change of pajamas for him. 

Mahiru had taken the liberty of calling Fuuta’s sister to let her know the situation, though it was difficult to find her information without Fuuta’s phone. She couldn’t find it anywhere in his dorm. She’d also given Shidou a call, and he’d stopped by the first day to check in. He said Fuuta should be more coherent by day three, at least.

Mahiru could always count on him for reliable information. Sure enough, soft steps approached from behind. 

“Good to see you, sleepyhead~” She smiled over her shoulder. Though in a better state than when she found him, Fuuta was still a bit of a mess. He looked pale and thin in Mikoto’s clothes, which were already big on him. His eyes were bleary. Strands of bright hair stuck out at all angles. His expression was dull, taking in the cozy apartment. 

“Mahiru made your favorite for dinner! I bet you’re hungry.”

“I… don’t want it… ” His expression was uncharacteristically blank. 

Mahiru giggled; he must be really tired to be denying food. “Oh, of course you do!”

“No, you… you don’t understand…” 

“Come take a seat, it’s ready now.”

He took a step forward. “Mahiru…”

“You should be more careful, Fuuta-kun! Next time you come down with something, you should really let somebody know. It’s a miracle I came and found you in time, hm?”

She spun to set things on the table. The pride in her masterpiece faded away as his expression twisted up. His hands drifted up shakily to his face, and he started to sob. 

“Fuuta-kun!”

Mahiru hurried to him. His knees gave out as she wrapped her arms around him. He leaned down into her, his breath hitching and hiccupping as he tried to tell her something. “You shouldn’t… if you knew what I… I…” 

“Shhh, hey. Shhh...”

After a moment of broken phrases and body-wracking sobs, he regained his balance and pulled away from her. There was a look in his eyes Mahiru had seen in the last few days, when he was trying to talk through his delirium. She’d chalked it up to feverishness, but she now saw that this raw, revolted horror was something real. 

“I fucked up.”

The simple sentence sent him into a fresh wave of panic. He tried to step backwards and hide his face away, but she tugged his sleeve backward. Normally she wouldn’t be able to forcibly move him anywhere, but for the second time, he was too weak to stop her.

“Just breathe,” she said. “You can tell me.”

Mahiru had known Fuuta for long enough to hear the range of his voice – the excited chatter, the snarky muttering, the grating yelling. In all that time, she’d never once heard him sound like this. His words cracked and wobbled. Sometimes it was so hushed that Mahiru had to press her ear closer just to understand.

And by the time he finished, she understood why.

“I didn’t know,” he kept repeating. “I’d never h-have done it if… if…”

“It’s okay,” was all Mahiru could repeat in turn, through her own tears. It wasn’t quite the truth, but it wasn’t a lie, either. It was what Fuuta needed to hear, and that’s all that mattered.

“I just want to take it back… but there’s no way… What am I – what am I supposed to do?” 

“We’ll figure it out, alright? It’ll be okay.” She guided him around. “Let’s get you back to bed, okay? I’ll bring the food in to you.”

He paused. His teary eyes studied her in bewilderment. “W-why?”

“Eh? Well how else are you supposed to eat from there…?”

“No, I mean,” he swallowed hard. “Why would you do that? You… you don’t hate me…?” 

“Oh, Fuuta-kun.”

She wrapped her arms around him again. This time, he willingly returned the gesture. He grabbed onto her for dear life, and Mahiru was suddenly struck with just how much of a miracle it really had been, that she’d found him in the state he was. 

She held him close, one palm spread on his back, the other twisted through his hair. 

“Not at all. Now, let me feed you something, okay?”

“... Okay.”

[kaorunai]

Fuuta Kajiyama x Reader

Summary : you see an old friend of yours in prison.

Note : OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. SCHOOL WORK HAS PILED UP HORRIBLY AND INTRIED TO FINISH AS FAST AS. POSSIBLE I'M SO SORRY. Btw small warning but there is like 1 curse word and another minor curse word but that's it, Please enjoy..

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The warden was giving away their announcement at the very end of the table. Every 12 prisoners was sitting at each side of that table, half of each on the other end.

As you rest your chin on your palm you looked around the room to see if you could find anything interesting. There, you saw an orange haired man sitting on the opposite side.

He had his mask on and his arms crossed while looking at the warden. He seemed.. Familiar?.. Too familiar. As the warden dismiss the prisoner, you still kept your eyes on the guy in front of you.

Some prisoners went back to their own cell while the rest was interacting with each other. The orange haired man got pulled into a conversation with a blonde haired woman and a brown haired man.

As they kept on throwing him questions and topics to talk about they spot you taking a small look at them, before signaling you to come join them.

They each introduce themselves as Mahiru and Mikoto, then drags the orange guy to meet you. As you saw half of his face it became a lot more clear. He's really familiar.

"This is Fuuta! He's a bit grumpy, but I'm sure he's a little nice." Mahiru said in a teasing tone. Fuuta grumbles as you let out a stiff laugh. When you looked at Fuuta, he was looking back at you.

He glared at you, making you avert your eyes to a different view. Just then he took your arm and brings you somewhere far from the two extroverts.

Confused by his action, you asked him why he did it, he didn't answer. When the two of you arrived, he glared at you before flicking your forehead.

Pissed, you stared him down with a dead panned look as you ball your fist up, ready to punch him at anytime.

"Do you not remember me? It's only been a few years idiot." He lowers his mask to reveal his full face. Your eyes slightly widen as you stare at the man in front of you. Fuuta Kajiyama.

Ever since middle school, the two of you have always been in the same school. same class, same table, same neighborhood, same after school lessons. But the two of you parted ways during the start of college.

Some could consider your relationship a bit rough, but you didn't hate each other. Definitely not. If anything you cared about each other.

It was.. A little shocking to see him here. This is a prisoner for murderers right? So why is he here?.. You shook your thoughts away as Fuuta gripped onto your shoulder.

"Thank fucking God you're here. Well, not really since, you know. But whatever. I'm just happy as hell that you're here." He gripped onto your shoulder hard as he looked down into the floor, his nose scrunching up.

You wanted to ask him how he's here, and who it was. But you knew better that he wouldn't give you a proper answer, and will brush it off like it's nothing. You learned that the hard way.

Fuuta looked back up to you before quietly laughing to himself. You asked him what was wrong, only to be flicked in the forehead again. You angrily asked him why he kept on doing those stupid forehead flicking.

"Cause your face always look funny, that's why." He teased. You should get used to it, but his tone and expression was just begging for you to punch him.

"What? Cat's got the tongue?" He kept on messing around, trying to get a reaction out you. You grabbed him by the ear and started pulling it while smiling.

While shouting in pain, Fuuta grabbed two of your cheeks and started stretching them, trying to stop you form pinching him. Mahiru and Mikoto looked at the two of you bickering before looking back at each other.

"Mikoto.. Do you think.."

"Let's observe for now, Mappi.."

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[teabagandsugar]

Chiaki Arisugawa ‼️ MILGRAM Oc

"Sup' there!" You must be the prison guard or something? I'm Chiaki Arisugawa, 21 years old! Can we like..just go on with the interrogation? I really gotta pick up my brother from school."

The 11th prisoner. A Visual-kei Idol with strong belief of her innocence. Chiaki is a chill and friendly individual, getting along with almost everyone inside the prison. Still, if her innocence in her crime gets discussed, she will get protective and aggressive, with her doting personality having a 360° change in order to protect her own action. She acts as a mentor or to the youngest prisoners, defending them and sticking by as they need a shoulder to cry on.

"You wouldn't think i'm guilty just for protecting my family, i hope? koki is the only family to me. he is most important. you have a family, right?? you understand me, don't you Guard-kun??"

gender: female

height: 167

birthday: april 1

age: 21 y.o

blood type: A

[Relationship with the other prisoners]

haruka - they have a sibling-like bond. or at least, with her being like family to everyone, haruka clings onto dear life to her, and she bares with it and treats him as her own brother. it might get unhealthy, but generally they just complement eachother's missing things. it's in her nature to care for those in need, and haruka is in need of care after years of neglect.

yuno - they get along as on their having similar personality traits, as well as agreeding with their committed crimes. quite enjoy eachother's presence. surely you can see them hang out around strolling around the building or in eachother's jail at times.

fuuta - even though they do have a similar problem with those hero complexes, chiaki would not agree with futa's actions. she does tolerate him though, both don't mind eachother and there still is respect.

muu - chiaki gets a strong sense to protect muu when she acts like a victim, later changing her opinion on her when she finds out she wasn't much of a victim, yet still feeling conflicted about how manipulative a kid can be. she would try and stay a little in between muu and haruka to try and limiting the consequences, only gaining despisement from muu herself.

shidou - as much as chiaki disagrees with what shidou did with his patiences, she can't help but understand his feelings on the topic of just wanting his family back. they are casual talkers, and she would start conversations with him. both smoke at around the same hour, too.

mahiru - very good friends. mahiru likes chiaki's style being so different from her own, and their personalities match relatively well. chiaki doesn't mind the love talks, though not having much experiences in the topic of love, and would listen to mappi's cheery lovetalk with open ears.

kazui - chiaki feels shocked at confused, not forgiving kazui in the first place as she wonders how you could even make your wife end her own life in the first place. again though, they are not like cat and dog, and have small talk occasionally.

amane - she feels incredibly bad for how the little girl seems to be so mature for her age, wondering just how much she must have only have relied on herself.

mikoto - the two of them are neighbors living in the same apartments complex, just a few numbers away from eachother. they did have some small talk and knew eachother before milgram, and would be surprised seeing eachother in said prison. chiaki, seeing the constant panic he is in, is protective towards mikoto and would try talking it out to es (failing, of course.)

kotoko - she thinks her actions on why she is in milgram are admirable, but won't understand her need to beat people up as a punishment.

es - chiaki has a very chill and laidback personality, but that shatters as soon as you contradict her own sense of justice. her behavior towards es would mostly change depending on given verdict.

[whats-it-mean]

Yo bestie I feel silly asking over Tumblr instead of text but it felt right to do it here so 💀

Anyways please could you write anything for Haruka Sakurai please I'm desperate and crave content for him of course if not that's fine

A late pocky day in milgram! ☆

Haruka Sakurai x Reader

A/N - NO UR GOOD i love haruka too as you know so im happy to write for him. i decided to go for a (LATE) pocky day prompt bc i missed it lmao, but there are some mentions of my own milgram ships, so i hope thats fine?? the one mentioned is 0309 because i think theyre cute <333 also mahiru would totally play matchmaker for all the other prisoners. prove me wrong i dare you

C/W - 0309  mentioned/suggested 0309

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Upon first hearing of it from Mahiru, unsurprisingly, Haruka had no idea what pocky was. He tilted his head towards the girl, mumbling out a ‘hm?’ as she rambled on about how romantic it was. It was no surprise that even in prison Mahiru would care about such things, since on valentines she had somehow roped everyone into baking cookies, but it seemed to fly directly over Haruka’s head as he listened.

“...? I- I’m confused.. So you just.. Eat the candy…..?” He asked, gently tapping his chin. “How is that a game..?” You could hear a slight snicker come from a certain red-haired boy in the other corner of the room, followed swiftly by an elbow to his stomach coming from Yuno.

Mahiru giggled. “It’s like a challenge- two people eat it at the same time.” She pulled a piece of the candy out of the box she had been fiddling with this whole time as she spoke, twirling it between her fingers before holding it out as example. “Whoever breaks off first loses. Cute, is it not?”

Haruka glanced up at the Pocky in her hand, confusion still evident in his eyes. “But.. what if nobody breaks off…?”

You should have known it would come to this.

Mahiru grinned, and from the corner of your eye you could see Shidou shaking his head slightly as she smiled at the poor boy. “Then they kiss~!” Mahiru’s cheery voice spoke, despite the way Haruka flushed red, turning to hide his face in his hands, face practically steaming.

“O- Oh…” He mumbled, voice muffled by the way he covered it with his hands. He tried desperately to look away, his ears and neck now turning pink in addition to his entire face. Mahiru smiled at him, patting his head when he tried to curl up into a ball and chuckling at his attitude towards the topic.

“Now, since Es didn’t tell us when it was Pocky day a little bit ago-” Es scoffed from the corner, rolling his eyes at Mahiru’s accusing tone. “We’re celebrating late. But celebrating is still celebrating~!”

Fuuta rolled his eyes from the corner where he sat. “And how exactly are we planning on celebrating?”

“Well- Not everyone can really participate, since Amane is a bit too young… But you should all pair up and play at least once, right? We rarely get to do fun things like that here, and it’ll be so exciting-!”

“No way I’m playing this bullshit game.” The boy huffed, standing up without a moment to waste and turning to leave, but let out a yelp when someone grabbed his pantleg, and Mikoto dragged him right back onto the floor, and next to him.

“Sounds good, Mappi-chan!” He hummed, completely ignoring the continued protests from Fuuta who was now being forcefully held against the brown-haired individual.

Mahiru let out another one of her signature giggles before turning to you, flashing you a grin. “You should pair up with Haruka here!” She patted the boy’s head, ruffling his hair slightly as he glanced desperately upwards at you from where his head sat, currently in his arms as he huddled around his knees.

“U- Um- I’m not--”

Mahiru grinned at the both of you, giving you a slight push towards the boy before placing a box of strawberry Pocky in your hands. “Have fun!!” She bounced off in another direction, probably to tease Fuuta and Mikoto a bit, before you glanced back at Haruka, to which he let out a little squeak.

You sighed, incing a bit closer to him so that you could pat his head, to which he immediately leaned into your touch. “Sorry about her… We don’t have to--”

Haruka’s voice was impossibly quiet and timid, but he spoke so quickly you could barely finish your sentence. “....B- But-... I want to.”

You paused. “You do!?”

He nodded his head shakily, partially obstructed face glowing with a rosy blush as he let out an embarrassed breath , cheeks burning with shame. “S- Sorry- I just-” He trailed off, letting out a sound somewhere between a squeak and the sort of whine you would bear from a kicked puppy as he buried his face further into his crossed arms.

“.....Don’t be sorry, I just- Didn’t expect that. Like. At all. But- It’s fine if you want to, I guess-...?”

Haruka snapped his head upwards, hair disheveled from trying hopelessly hide himself from Mahiru as he looked at you with wide eyes. “R- Really?”

“...I’d be happy to.”

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[oboetemasuka]

Mappi double piercings!

1 - I need to fix my tags so there's more of Mappi than Kotoko after all that I did during the Deep Cover hype

2 - Double piercing representation, please.

[Image ID: Ink drawing of Mahiru Shiina smiling gently. She wears a blue blouse. On each ear, she has two earrings: one birdcage and one bluebird facing away from the birdcage. /end ID]

[dearmahiru-archive]

I know nothing about the milgram subscription sry, but doctorbunny was kind enough to share the new gifs if you wanted 👀

https://www.tumblr.com/doctorbunny/718691189004632064/theres-a-second-mappi-gif?source=share

tysm! someone kindly messaged me about it beforehand and let's just say i am not feeling well. going to use this ask as an excuse to talk about my thoughts on them because i have too many...!

spoilers below the cut!!

judging from the above shot this gif reads to me like he's waking up mahiru with the confetti. you know how towards the end of mahiru's t1 song she's fallen asleep? since she's wearing the birdcage outfit i image love you takes place right after that moment.

also i will just say that it's absolutely sickening if mahiru's boyfriend died on her birthday like honeyfizzley said. not only is that traumatizing but remember that one timeline conversation where, on mahiru's birthday, amane tells mahiru she'll die soon? if the lover's suicide theory is correct then like... that is the most gut-wrenching foreshadowing possible.

(on a lighter note, mahiru and i share the same birthday! you can probably imagine my reaction when i found that out, went to check her birthday timeline, and saw the convo with her and amane...)

the head tilt at the end is also very cute to me! i really really want to like mahiru's boyfriend. it's alot easier to hate him when he's scattered bird feathers but now that he has a face i can't bring myself to slander him.

speaking of his face, i really like his tareme eyes! i have a drafted post about it but droopy eyes in character design tends to signify the character is gentle personality. think haruka, kazui, or even mahiru herself! so, combined with my wishful hopes he's not a bad person, her boyfriend reads as a kind person to me.

another drafted post i had was about what eyes signify in milgram. the only proposal i've seen were that "eyes are the window to the soul" — it represents the prisoner's understanding/connection to the people around them. for instance, kazui feels disconnected from his wife but, for whatever reason, understands the bar lady more. or, for fuuta's case, everyone in dark triad lacks a face except rumerie who fuuta looks to for guidance in every battle.

so, like with shidou's family revealing their eyes, i think it's very interesting how now is the time mahiru's boyfriend reveals his face. if the above theory is correct—heavy emphasis on the if—then it means mahiru only felt connected with her boyfriend on the last day they were together as a couple.

this might be me being stupid but it kind-of looks like mahiru is limping here? like, compared to her boyfriend's full walk cycle, we're only seeing her left foot hop and a small bit of her other one.

i'm really, really curious on what happened between their happy celebration and how they ended up so wrecked. i initally assumed only mahiru was in disrepair because she was tearing through the forest looking for boyfriend. here they're both walking side-by-side.

also adding onto to my lover's suicide theory... neither of them have their shoes on. i don't like where this is going.

mahiru undercut supremacy... mahiru fluffy hair supremacy...mahiru smile supremacy... mahiru blush supremacy...mahiru...

so sad that once again mahiru's earrings have been taken away from her. just let her have them...! i'm once again curious on what happened between the celebration and the forest because how does her earrings get knocked off? unless it was a car crash or something to mirror shidou's case (i hope not i hope not i hope not i hope i hope not.)

someone on twt mentioned that, comparing the gifs with infm, the thumbnail gif will take place in the middle of the mv. i have a feeling it'll be the reveal of her boyfriend's death maybe? possibly? same with inmf showing mu stab rei before cutting to her hatching from the chrysalis.

"hmm... i’m a little troubled that i can’t go home, but... it’s fine, I guess. even if i go home, there’s nothing left..."

manifesting mahiru shiina 100% innocent sweep first time ever in milgram 🙏🙏

i'm a little disappointed we didn't get a sneak peek into her new outfit...! each prisoner has recieved a new one and i'm really excited for mahiru's. i'm picturing a corspe bride situation where her wedding, the symbolism of her happy future with her boyfriend, crumbles away to nothing, leaving only her and a corspe at the alter. love is (un)dead...

[mugunghwc]

unprompted ask / always accepting

@unladielike said: "Hey, Mappi, you wanna know a secret?"Vivian whispers in a hushed tone, before abruptly pausing as if to create further suspense between them... then with a hand cupping the side of her mouth, she'll lean over to utter the subsequent words into Mako's ear: "The secret is that you're my favourite!" And with that, she'll lean back while innocently grinning away at him.

...What she seemingly didn't know, however, was that Mako and all the other hosts already knew this was the case, to the point where it wasn't even a 'secret' anymore but Vivian acted like it was anyways.

he had leaned closer upon seeing there was something she wanted to tell him in a hushed tone... even though he did not think any of this was necessary. their booth offered enough privacy for whatever it was that she needed to say. it made mako wonder if this could be it: the moment in which vivian would voice out her desires & no longer act like the innocent girl she came across to be. the thought brought some excitement to him, grinning already.

however, the ' news ' were nothing but something him & everyone in stardust knew already, bringing some mild disappointment despite thinking that the gesture was ' cute '. his smile would be somewhat strained, but genuinely nonetheless.

"i'm glad to hear that. otherwise, i'd be heartbroken!" mako played along & placed a hand over his chest, always being so dramatic.

[seariii]

HIIIII doing this to try and calm down! Hehe thank you for the tag trevo and @stuffedsand TWO LOVELY AND BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE I LOVE YOU

1. Are you named after anyone? I was named after an artist! My first name at least, the second I'm not sure? That one doesn't have any stories that I'm aware of... I was almost called Saori irl (which is the reason I gave that name as a middle name to my ocgram/self insert)

2. When was the last time you cried? Um... I teared up a bit yesterday, but properly cried? Hmm... I can't remember, probably a couple weeks or last month

3. Do you have kids? Nope! Hopefully one day!

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I used to go to swimming classes, as well as Jazz, Tap and Ballet (I miss a lot the dancing classes)

5. Do you use sarcasm? Um... I don't think so? Maybe sometimes if I'm trying to be sassy, but it's not usual

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone? Their outfit/aesthetic!! If that doesn't immediately catch my eye then... Then any small detail my eyes catch first that my brain finds interesting!

7. Eye color? Brown!! Not too dark but on on the darker side

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings!! I can't deal with scary movies, I'm too much of a scaredy cat

9. Any talents? Um... Singing?... I don't consider drawing a talent but more of a learnt ability... The singing I've apparently always had something of a musical ear? Idk that's what my parents said

10. Where were you born? 🇲🇽 MÉXICO LINDO Y QUERIDO, SI MUERO LEJOS DE TI QUE DIGAN QUE ESTOY DORMIDO Y QUE ME TRAIGAN AQUÍ

11. Hobbies? Drawing, singing, wasting time, watching anime, playing videogames, thinking gay scenarios with my wife Kotoko

12. Any pets? Two turtles!!! (That I promised someone photos and uhhhhh.... Maybe I can ask my brother to send me some)

13. Height? 1,52cm! I'm short! Smol!! Shorter than Mappi lmao

14. Favorite school subject? Um... I'll probably also go with math...? Or English! I used to be quite good at math! But I kinda fell off lmao

15. Dream job? This one is such a difficult one... But I think in this current time, voice actress would be my dream! I'm actually planning on joining a course in the next few years! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Now! Tagging!!! Um!!! @roseofcards90 @mgjong @polarmary @biblically-accu-rat @archirdarchernar @74n5n @ispreadrabieslikewildfire @tokyogruel @3twinkle-star3 sorry if you were already tagged (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

Was tagged by @humanaaa and @hholandies!! Thanks for the tags ^^

1. Are you named after anyone? Kinda?? My first and second names are supposed to come from angels of the bible (or as so i was told), but istg the one from my first name DOES NOT exist. I searched everywhere and came up empty-handed lol

2. When was the last time you cried? Last week when i replayed Adastra. The catharsis was so strong it disintegrated my core being into dust fr fr

3. Do you have kids? Nope!! And i don't plan to!!

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I practiced judo when i was very very tiny, but i was too scrawny and clumsy for it. Left before even making it out of the white belt LMAO Also a little before high school i used to play basketball and swim!! Now i just bike regularly if that somehow counts SKDJFDKF

5. Do you use sarcasm? Very very rarely

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone? Their outfit!!

7. Eye color? Brown!!

8. Scary movies or happy endings? C-Can i have both 🥺👉👈 But if i had to choose between them i think i'd go with a scary movie

9. Any talents? Being good at math counts?? SKJSJSJD

10. Where were you born? BRASIL NÚMERO 1 CAMPEÃO DO MUNDO 🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

11. Hobbies? Since the start of the year i picked up drawing again!! I sometimes play videogames, but i haven't been doing it that much lately. I take walks a few days of the week. I also like watching/reading stuff but that one's a given

12. Any pets? We have two dogs!! Fiona, the bigger one we adopted, and Moana, the smaller one that adopted us!! (i also wanted a cat but everyone here's allergic and hates them to death for some reason)

13. Height? I must be between 1.70m ~ 1.72m?? I haven't measured my height in quite some time lol

14. Favorite school subject? Unsurprisingly, math!!

15. Dream job? I used to dream of becoming a programmer or a game developer, but i've become quite disillusioned with the industry. Now i really have no idea LMAO

Tagging @not-too-many-eyes @rainbowghostcat @candckirby @seariii @gunsli-01 @roseofcards90 and anyone else that feels like it!!

[yaspup9000]

Oh hey here’s yet another mappy character redesign this time with mappy jr and the meowkies, yes I know that I have to draw Mappy and his other son too or whatever don’t worry. And for explaining about the meowkies I like to think that mewta is the youngest of the three meowkies, and yes that would prob make her a toddler or whatever. And as a bonus Mapico is wearing mom jeans and cleaning up stuff. And to explain my design of mappy jr, I just imagine that he has his mother’s ears and one hand with a pink paw marking. Like idk man, I like to design offspring characters without looking like a basic copy and paste type deal OH SHOOT!! I just remembered.. I gotta Redesign Goro too!

But anyways tell me your thoughts namco people.

[aquagirl1978]

Hiya can i request Rio + kisses #19 + fluff is fine but it can also be spicy ? :DD TYSM AHHH CONGRATS TO THE MILESTONE 💃🏻💗

Thank you for the request...Rio just had a birthday the other day, so here's a belated birthday story for him.

Let Them Eat Cake - Rio Ortiz x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

Pairing: Rio Ortiz x Reader

Prompt: whispers while kissing

Warnings: fluff with the tiniest hints of spice at the end

“Argh!!!!”  

You screamed into the void that was the empty kitchen you were standing in. How on Earth did Yves make baking look so simple? 

Pastry bag in hand, you were writing – correction, attempting to write – “Happy Birthday Rio” onto the cake you just frosted. It might look more like “Mappy Birfday Rio” but it was getting late, and this would just have to do. Grabbing another pastry bag, you swirled some frosting that from a distance resembled a rose of some sorts. This will just have to do, you told yourself, praying that the cake inside would at least be tasty.  

Later that evening, you found yourself stretched out on Rio’s bed, with Rio across from you and the birthday cake between you. 

“Thank you for the cake, Emma,” Rio said, scooping another forkful into his mouth, his love for the treat evident on his smiling face. “Are you sure you don’t want another piece?” 

You shook your head. “No, but...” Rio looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. “I wouldn’t mind one more bite?” 

He leaned over to you, his words a whisper in your ear. “You just want me to feed you.” 

“Maybe?” There was a mischievous twinkle in your eye. 

Always your faithful servant, Rio was more than happy to oblige your request. He brushed a kiss on your lips; the sweetness from the cake he just ate still fresh on his lips. “Anything for you.” 

After piling the fork with cake, he brought the utensil to your lips. But instead of sliding it into your open lips, he brushed the cake against the tip of your nose. 

“Rio!!!”  

“Oops, my bad. It seems you have a little frosting on your nose. Let me help you with that.” You sat still while Rio kissed the tip of your nose, licking the frosting clean off your skin. He then fed you, his gaze intent on your mouth as you ate the cake. 

After swallowing the bite of cake, you grabbed Rio by his collar, pulling him close to you. Taking him by surprise, you kissed him. “Rio...” Your voice was breathless in between kisses. “Put the cake away, okay?” 

The cake sat undisturbed for the remainder of the evening as you celebrated Rio’s birthday well into the late hour. 

Tagging: @alixennial @atelier-maroron @redheadkittys @rhodolitesrose @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @queengiuliettafirstlady @queen-dahlia @devildomwritersposts @talfollowingstuff @kpop-and-otome @kisara-16 @ikehoe @altairring @lordsisterxotome @lucyw260 @violettduchess

[good-beanswrites]

We interrupt requests for a super fast and silly LCSyS thing inspired by the initial thumbnail reactions

"So anyway, I was thinking that--" Kotoko paused her conversation with Jackalope, the two stepping out of the dressing room. She stared at Mahiru. "... Can I help you?"

Mahiru had been hurrying by, but she stopped dead in Kotoko's path. Her lips rounded in shock.

"Kotoko..."

"Ah, is there something wrong with my outfit? Jackalope, you could have told me if--"

"You're gorgeous!"

Kotoko blinked. "What?"

Mahiru clasped her hands together, voice nearly squealing in excitement.

"All this time I'd been trying to find the right style to help you, but this? This is so. You. You’re absolutely stunning." She made a show of fanning her face. "You'll have everyone tripping over themselves like this!"

Kotoko's face twisted into a scowl, giving a peek of her teeth. "Mappi, it's not meant to be attractive, it's intimidating. I'm the bad guy, remember?"

"Ooooh but that's just it! You're so strong and confident~"

Jackalope had placed a hand over his mouth to hide a laugh; Kotoko knew she'd get no help from him.

"I'm the enemy. I'm supposed to be your enemy."

"Even enemies can be beautiful..."

With a shake of her head Kotoko kept walking. "Okay, okay. Just don't make a big deal about it. It's really not that special."

The pair continued a bit further through the facility before parting ways. Jackalope had to oversee Muu's recording session. Left on her own, she started reviewing lyrics and acting cues.

"Daaaamn, Kotoko!"

Her frown twitched. She glanced at Mikoto over her shoulder. He ran a few steps to catch up with her.

"Looking good!"

Were both he and Mahiru so stupid? "I'm supposed to look ready to beat your ass."

"Oh yeah." He agreed a bit too enthusiastically. "You like you're gonna s--"

"Good-bye Mikoto."

She passed Yuno and Muu hurrying in the opposite direction, late to the sound booth. Kotoko offered a curt nod.

Muu's eyes widened, perfectly round and glued to Kotoko. Yuno let out a whistle, shooting her a thumbs-up.

She tried to stifle a groan.

There was still a bit of time to kill before the team was ready for her. She spotted Fuuta sitting in on the Purge March rehearsal and breathed a sigh of relief. He'd have something cutting to say about the outfit. Maybe some taunt about it being a copycat for Es' uniform. Maybe a quip about how cliché the hair and piercing combo looked. Sure enough, she heard him shouting at the stagehands surrounding Amane as she slipped in beside him.

He took a sip of his drink, turning to greet her. He coughed on it as she sat down.

"Amane seems like she's doing well."

"Yeah." His eyes frantically darted around the room, landing on the floor.

"She's really excelling at this. I'm glad to see her happy."

"Mhm." He swallowed hard.

She looked pointedly at him. He continued looking very pointedly away. His ears were pink.

Kotoko sighed. She rose to her feet. "I'm going to go find Kazui..."

[yaoisex]

VAZZROCK LIVE 2020!

Whitey being Whitey, Mappi looking stunning with that earring (and those pants!!), I'm in love with Takuchan’s jacket, Yukke looking so good in red (Edit: apparently it’s some kind of purple ^^; still gorgeous), that photo in the middle that kinda looks like they’re in a nightclub and my mind writes its own fanfics (don’t get me started).... HNGG

[el-dritchknight]

Your Favorite Pillow [a Buhay Kolehiyo/SSU fanfic]

Title: Your Favorite Pillow

Summary: He sits down on the bed, gently nudging your shoulder when you involuntarily tense up. “Sige na. Alam ko naman na ako ‘yung favorite pillow mo.”

You want to protest, but Salle’s not really wrong, is he? Besides, your “favorite pillow” is already wrapping his arms around you. They feel so warm and so strong... You really don’t want to pull away.

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Don’s first time sleeping with Salle. (No, not in that way).

Notes: Big thanks to my homegirl Kristi and my lodi Ezjae for beta-reading! Dedicated to the wonderful Sin & to the captain of the ship herself, Mod Ton ♡ This fic is brought to you by me getting inspired and kilig over Mod Ton’s gorgeous art of Mapuasalle cuddling hihi

There’s something about Salle that puts you to sleep.

It’s weird because the thing is: you don’t do sleep.

Some call you a night owl with no life, while others say that you’re an insatiable workaholic. You don’t really care what they say. Names may change, but the mountain-sized pile of workload remains the same every day. Sometimes, you swear it gets bigger when you’re not looking.

Coffee is the life-support that helps you make it through the day. Add that to meager amount of sleep you get from passing out, and you’re right as rain.

Really, you’re fine. Probably. Maybe. 70% sure at the least.

Most of the time, you wake up slumped over your laptop, your notes or once, a six hundred page tome on advanced computer engineering. None of those made good pillows. It isn’t uncommon for you to wake up with a stiff neck or sore back.

Recently, however, you’ve started waking up with your head resting upon Salle’s shoulder. He isn’t exactly what you’d call an ideal “pillow”, but his sturdy shoulders are a definite upgrade from your previous ones.

The situation is a little embarrassing, but Salle never seemed to mind. Once, he had even wrapped his arm around you, preventing you from pulling away. He said that if this “was the only way to get you to sleep, then go lang, lodi.”

You bristled.

Yet you had inched closer anyway, burying your heated face in his neck—and completely missing the smile that spread on his face.

Even if it is more than a little embarrassing, you couldn’t deny that you slept better like that.

Sleeping on Salle has become a bad habit of yours. Not that you’re keen to admit it.

You wonder why you keep falling asleep on him out of all people. After all, it’s not like you doze off on Ace or Neo.

It’s not that Salle is boring or anything. It’s quite the opposite, in fact. It’s fun to talk to him, even if he does have an obsession with taking your glasses or a natural tendency to distract you from work.

For some reason, you can’t seem to get angry at him. Sure, he can get annoying, especially when he first started hanging around you. But overtime, the feelings you hold for him have mostly turned into this strange mix of fondness, exasperation, and this peculiar, chest-tightening sensation whenever he smiles in a certain way.

(Although that last bit might just be your asthma acting up.

At least, you hope it is.)

You wonder why you like him so much. The both of you are as different as night and day, sun and moon, jock and nerd.

Salle is a popular partier who goes out drinking on Thursday nights whereas you prefer keep to yourself and study during the weekends. He’s got muscular arms and a chiseled body the Greek gods would envy, while you have an equally fabulous dadbod.

Not that any of these traits make him better than you or vice versa. The differences are just astounding. How is it possible to be friends with someone who is the exact opposite of you?

Yet it is hard to miss the similarities between you and Salle. How you both play the same games. How the bags under your eyes grow deeper each time you see each other; and how he’s actually sweet and hard-working underneath all that arrogance and swagger.

You started not to mind when he messages you in the middle of the night. Somewhere along the lines, you started looking forward to talking to him about his thesis or strategizing your next play on Overwatch.

You don’t exactly know when you started feeling comfortable around Salle, but it feels... nice.

It feels nice to see his messages at 1 a.m. asking how you are. It feels nice to see his Hanzo and your Widowmaker work together and kicking ass on screen. It feels nice to lean against him while his arms are around you, a warm shield against the responsibilities and deadlines you have to face.

It feels a little less nice when he keeps pestering you in the middle of a very important project.

Resolving to ignore his loud whines and constant pouting, you keep your eyes locked on the word document on your laptop.

Nope, not falling for any distractions today. You’re gonna get your thesis finished no matter what Salle does.

The thing is: Salle is a magnet for attention, even if he doesn’t mean to be.

“Maaappy, I’m bored,” he singsongs, warm breath brushed against the shell of your ear. You shiver, unable to help it, but manage not to break eye-contact with your monster of a thesis.

Damn it, Salle. How the hell are you supposed to concentrate with this?

Salle seemed to notice your reaction, for a concerned look passes over his face.

“Dude, nilalamig ka ba?” Without waiting for your reply, Salle loops his arm around your shoulders.

Damn it, Salle. How can a guy from annoying to annoyingly sweet in seconds?

God, it feels so nice to be pressed up against his side though. You relax on instinct and bask in his warmth. It becomes very tempting to lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes for a bit...

Yeah, okay, no. Salle is totally on a mission to distract you from your thesis.

He’s not yet done, it seems. “Okay ka lang, bro? I can give you my jacket if you want.”

And just like that, your resolution not to talk to him proceeds to die a slow, dramatic death.

“I’m fine, Salle,” you say, leaning away from him but allowing his arm to rest on your shoulders. “But if you’re so bored then go do your homework.”

“Gusto ko ikaw na lang.” Salle’s voice is husky and low, so low that you almost miss his words.

To anyone else, the innuendo would be obvious, but you’re so focused on your work that it doesn’t sink in until thirty seconds later. You immediately stop typing and turn to stare at him, face a blank mask.

The Lasallian returns your bland look with a seemingly innocent one.

You’re all too aware of the weight of his arm on your shoulders, and the exceedingly small space between his face and yours.  “You… you do know that I’m demisexual, right?”

“I know.” Amusement glints in his green eyes. “I meant na ikaw na lang yung gagawa ng homework ko.”

You can’t help the groan that escapes you or the heat that rushes to your face. You cover your reddening cheeks in the guise of a face-palm.  

Salle chuckles, a pleasant sound that contrasts with his sheer annoyingness. He rubs gentle circles on your arm to reassure you that he’s not actually laughing at you.

“Cute mo, Mappy.” The grin he flashes at you is almost blinding.

You quickly look at your laptop, ignoring the way your heart fluttered at the sight of Salle’s smile. “Flattery won’t get me to do your homework.”

“Okay lang. It’s not what I really want, anyway.”

A long-suffering sigh escapes your lips. Sensing some sort of kalokohan afoot, you turn to him. “Ano ba talaga ang gusto mo, Salle?” He puts both hands on your shoulders, leveling you with a sombre look.

Diyos ko, anong ka-dramahan na naman ito?

“I want you,” he says, and you roll your eyes, this time having expected yet another paasa pick-up line, “to sleep.”

You stare at him. “You’re gonna have to try better than that to get me into bed.” He snickers, breaking character for a moment. “Nakupo, you’re so green-minded, Mappy!”

“Gago, that’s not what I meant.” Cheeks burning once more, you shrug his hands off and begin to type your thesis once more. Ang kulit niya. You wonder why you like him so much.

And then, he reminds you why.

“No, hey, wait a second. Don, listen to me.” The way he says your first name, uncharacteristically serious, makes your fingers still on the keyboard. “Look at me.”

You do so—and are brought up short by the sight that greets you.

It’s just Salle’s face, something you see almost everyday, now. But the dim light of a nearby lampshade contours his shapely nose, highlights his grim set of his mouth and catches the light in his intent, green eyes. You’re transfixed by his face, the rare seriousness he displays, and the sheer nearness of him.

Salle takes advantage of your dazed state and takes off your glasses. He slowly lifts a hand to your left cheek. You barely dare to move, dare to breathe as his thumb gently caresses your cheek, then brushes against the spot beneath your eye. Ah, yes, your most defining facial feature: the deep eye-bags that serve as battle-scars from countless, sleepless nights from fighting to finish your schoolwork.

The very same eye-bags that causes Salle’s brows to furrow, his eyes gleaming with concern.

“You should really get some sleep,” he says in a soft, gentle voice.

This isn’t the first time he, or anyone else for that matter, has told you that. You don’t really listen, but there’s something in the way he looks at you, the way he holds you and speaks to you, that gives you pause.

“Sige na, Mappy.” Salle drops his hand from your face. You subconsciously lean left, towards the space where his hand used to be. “Kahit isang oras lang. Gisingin kita, promise.”

“I…” You’re suddenly struck with the realization that, even without the extra incentives from your exhausted body, you want to do as he says.

You want him to be pleased with you. You want to make him happy. You want—god, you want to see that damning sunshine-smile almost as much as you want to pass your classes.

The indecision is tearing you apart. You glance at your laptop, then back to Salle’s face. You do it a few more times, finding it increasingly difficult to drag your gaze away from Salle each time.

Salle smirks. Yet he looks at you with a concerned, tender gaze that softens his usual arrogant air.

Your resolution to work wavers like a mirage in desert heat.

“You’ve typed the same sentence three times in the past five minutes.” He taps your laptop. You squint at the screen and fight the urge to wince. He’s right. “You need to rest na, Mappy. You can’t finish your thesis if you’re too tired.”

Not only is Salle too cute to resist, but he also happens to be completely rational.

With that, protests of deadlines promptly die in your throat. You sigh, shutting your laptop down.

A smile, albeit a smug one at that, lights up Salle's face. Warmth blossoms in your chest at the sight.

He had better wake you up in an hour or you’re never helping him with anything ever again. This is a threat that you loudly and repeatedly voice out to him.

He holds up a hand and swears scout’s honor. You pretend not to find that cute.

Unable to stare at him for long, lest you melt into a puddle on the floor, you settle onto the bed and direct your gaze at the ceiling instead. Despite the haze of exhaustion and the heaviness plaguing your body, you find it difficult to lose consciousness. After hours (minutes, really) of counting sheep, you sit up and look at Salle, who raises an eyebrow. “Has it been an hour yet?” A small smile shapes Salle’s lips as he shakes his head. He sits down on the bed, gently nudging your shoulder when you involuntarily tense up. “Sige na. Alam ko naman na ako ‘yung favorite pillow mo.” You want to protest, but Salle’s not really wrong, is he? Besides, your “favorite pillow” is already wrapping his arms around you. They feel so warm and so strong... You really don’t want to pull away.

You lean into Salle’s embrace, not noticing when or how both of you ended up lying on the bed. All you could focus on is the feeling of comfort and safety that comes along with Salle’s presence, the feeling that makes everything else disappear for just a moment.

You usually find it hard to sleep, head awhirl with thoughts of work, but somehow, you can’t bring yourself to think of any of your projects, not when you’re in Salle’s arms.