#and of course there's miss miku

[yume-fanfare]

the three first covers just hit different

[oceanmoon-artblog]

Happy Miku Day everyone!

[dukeofriven]

I don't know are you sure there's just always going to be another Dave? Really? REALLY?

there will always be another dave strider but there will never be another terezi, there will never be another kanaya, there will never be another aradia, there will never be another jade harley. so many of the women in homestuck blatantly go against expectation and are so wonderfully unique for it

[scolek]

what color precure you are does not have anything to do with what fucking nanometer range your outfit predominantly lies within. it is categories.

[empressburbey]

Whenever I read transmigration stories, I always think about one thing. I would god damn miss music.

What? I'm stuck as a beautiful grand duchess that gets everything she wants? Yea, but I still want to listen to kpop.

So I'd like the imagine that SQQ can ask the system to play music. That pretty much only he can hear. And SQH can hear it too, he of course would use this function too.

Imagine, the system operates pretty much like a speaker. SQQ has some business to do on An Ding Peak, so he asks, "Hey System, play some boss music" and he blasts loud boss music while going to An Ding Peak.

SQH rolls his eyes and the disciples ask him what's up. And he just has to tell them that he has a feeling someone will come and request something again. Meanwhile he actually just hears star wars music in a distance.

But we can use that in any point of your life.

Getting married? Play the wedding march

Getting chased by Mobei-Jun? Play the scooby doo soundtrack

Just feeling sad? Play any C-Drama ost

Maybe one day they would get completely wasted and suddenly you just see them both dancing some sort of choreo. But there is no music? And at most you just hear mumbling from both of them. But in reality, they listen to World is mine by Hatsune Miku.

[miku-earth]

miku.earth update: September 15

Hi all! This is a lil progress update for those interested. In a rush? Here's the cliff notes!

The map site at miku.earth is back: sorry for the delay in fixing it! Check it out: it has six hundred Mikus!

Including the hyuge ol' queue, we've collected over 3,100 mikus!

Representation is important! I've been using some fancy stats to avoid bias. To that end, please help make sure we have a Miku in every African country!

oh hey! you clicked 'keep reading!' well hi! here is your Miku Direct. . The map site, miku.earth, is back!

I ran into a kinda complex issue and it was a whole Thing. I was working on the site the whole time though! Sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy now it's back up and running.

This site has six hundred Mikus on the map, and more are added each week. It was recently rebuilt from scratch (fun fact! I am not a web developer) so I hope it is far zippier and less glitchy as before. A mobile-friendly version is coming soon too!

Also: check out the new search feature! In addition to the title, artist name and region(s), it can also search for the categories indigenous and historic!

cw: this video involves moving around a 2D map with some speed. on the site itself site, this only happens when you hit the Enter key.

We've reached more than 3,100 mikus!

Even at its Miku-per-hour speed, the queue will continue until 2025 at least! This is with thanks to an incredible number of contributions, including donations of literal thousands of links.

Thank you so much to @awnowimsad, @worldmikuposter @the-hatsune-miku-trend, @communist-hatsunemiku, @council-of-beetroot, L-A and a whole host of DMers and emailers for helping get this far.

Oh and by the way: over two thirds of the collection are tumblr posts! Given that this was originally a twitter trend… if you know any Twitter users who are into this trend, please reach out. Some napkin math tells me there are at least 10,000 works of art total out there, which is, by the way, surreal. Let's make sure not a single one is lost.

If you're super curious, the collection is public! I have some tools to auto-annotate (I do not want RSI), but be aware the backlog isn't vetted.

Representation is important!

Fun as this trend is, this project was always intended as a serious study into how people represent their own culture through artwork. I'm no anthropologist, but I feel it is important to make sure this collection is respectful and bias-free. If we're to represent the world, we have to avoid underrepresentation!

To that end I've used some fancy statistics to calculate a "representation value" for each country. Here's a table if you're into the stats of it! This info is handy to help me with the queue – especially with tweets as they're a lil more effort than a carefully-tagged reblog. Of course, Indigenous, hyperspecific and low-note Mikus get priority.

And, well, of course you can see on the site there are purple regions for countries still missing a Miku. In particular, please help me make sure every country in Africa is represented.

Thank you for reading!

Phew! That was a lot. If you're still curious, please check the behind-the-scenes and source code. I work in the open! Even if my code is probably messy.

And if you're a programmer, issues and pull requests are welcome! This is actually a static site, so it's purdy easy to develop.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

The school year finally ended... I hate college SO much :( but I am alive!! I beg for some crumbs of thoughts on Sunday... -chubby darling anon who is very much alive and finally got a mitsuri scale figure <3

putting all of my other fics, blurbs, and asks on PAUSE for this!! congrats!! no more school foorrr… 3ish months!! after dropping out of uni, i’ve been finally considering going back myself for phlebotomy!! canadas health situation is lack lustre rn and the course is less than one year + paid practicum + immediate job placement which is kinda sweet… CONGRATS ON THE FIGURE TOO!! i recently (like a month and a half ago) procured the hatsune miku jirai kei subculture fashion figure and i cannot stress how pretty she is <3 sits on my pc right now bc my shelves are full… ANYWAYS… love you!!

includes: silly sunday hcs, potential story spoilers, maybe ooc im still feeling him out, praise, degradation, riding crops, his hands…, and gender neutral reader!!

very poignantly the hopeless romantic type. he’s always functioned as a ‘singularity’ of sorts and over the years developed a certain fondness of it, even if it hurts. it’s worth noting he vividly reminds me of the line ‘i miss the comfort in being sad,’ from nirvanas ‘Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle.’ he’s the type of partner to always be stuck in that self-absorbed martyr mindset a little bit.

pragmatic to a fault. Sunday is deeply a skeptic, take his departure from the harmony in favour of the order, as an example. it’s cool because it means you’ll never have to worry about any technicalities but it also means he has a hard time letting go of control or being spontaneous.

very into more subtle romantic gestures and an absolute gentleman. you’ll have flowers at your door at least once a week and he makes sure to take all of your preferences into consideration when planning dates (he will be the one planning). keeps his hand on your lower back most of the time, the waist is far too scandalous!!

not a big texter. he prefers speaking face to face and will call if he can’t come see you. that said, he’ll make sure to like or respond to all of the silly pictures and messages you send, even if it’s a dry ‘haha’ or just a heart. occasionally, you’ll find that he’s sent you a letter, ask about and he’ll shrug and say he simply wanted something more heartfelt if he’s to communicate written. he’s got a special stamp to seal the ones he sends you.

grabs your phone when you go to show him something. no explanation i just feel it in my bones.

although he’s no singer, he’s still a classically trained musician. i imagine he was taught the violin but went on to learn his preferred instrument, the harp, himself. he’s a bit shy about playing so rather than asking, just wait until he thinks it’s late and you’re not around to hear; he’s got quite the set of fingers.

…speaking of fingers, my bread and butter, he’s beyond skilled with playing you. while he enjoys getting down to business, getting to leisurely spread you open and thrum against all your nerves gets him going. could spend hours having you laid out, in his lap, on the floor, wherever, just gently coaxing you open, wet, and pliant for himself.

off of that, he likes you best worn down to soft edges and weak desperation. getting to play the saviour, making you come undone, has him stiff in his pants.

lots of sweet praise and subtle degradation. things like, “you want to be good for me, don’t you my sweet?,” or, “now, now, don’t get greedy on me. be patient, silly thing, and i’ll appease all of your foolish whims,” annddd, “come now, you’ve been so well for me, angel, don’t ruin that with any useless whines.”

he’s not one for being too harsh against you but push the right buttons and you’ll get a ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid’ here and there. Sunday doesn’t curse but he knows his way around how to make you feel inferior and looked down upon.

he likes the power play of staying fully and pristinely clothed while your completely nude, save for maybe a pretty collar he’s got you belled with. if you’re real trouble, say maybe a no good criminal causing problems on Penacony and once arrested you’re at his disposal and oh so pretty, he’ll find a nice muzzle to fix you with.

strikes, no pun intended, me as the type to have an affinity for riding crops over anything else for punishments. you’ll get the same sugarcoated degradation while he comments on how you’re not even good enough to be so close to his gloved hand that he just must use the crop!! (he likes the pretty bruises it leaves).

[asher-agere]

Eheh,, is it okay to request some regressor An?

(I may have plot idea where she's in carese Cafe after a bad day and didn't wanted to bother vbs and Meiko went ahead and took care of her maybe..)

(bpd an (split episode = feeling bad) and Meiko reminding an of nagi too.. Maybe..)

I MIGHT BE GETTING TOO SPECIFIC SO YOU CAN REMOVE ANYTHING YOU WANT!! SORRY!!

I can absolutely give this a shot! Warning though! I do not have Borderline Personality Disorder! What I write will be based solely on research I’ve done, as usual if I write anything inaccurate or offensive please let me know and I’ll fix the problem as quickly as possible!

BPD Little An + Caregiver Meiko!

°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི An having a bad day leads to her being very fussy. Every little thing upsets her and no matter how small it is she has a meltdown. Something small started it probably. Maybe her dad suddenly had to go do something instead of helping her like he said he would. Suddenly An feels 6 years old again and she hates her father and no matter how far away she runs it doesn’t feel like she’s ever far with away

⭑.ᐟ She thinks about talking to her friends! She really really does. She knows that they’re there for her and that they want to help but… Would they even be able to help? She’d be reaching out to them just to end up wasting their time when they inevitably fail to help her. That was a bad idea. No one wanted that, just a dumb waste of time. She wants… She wants Aunt Nagi. Aunt Nagi was good. Not bad like she was

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི An eventually ends up going to the Sekai! It’s away from everyone so she’s not being a bother. But of course the Virtual Singers are there… An almost immediately gets overwhelmed. She makes it to the doorway and just sort of freezes. Rin and Len are yelling at Kaito, Miku is trying to calm everyone down but not very successfully, Meiko is behind the counter cleaning things up. Luka is nowhere to be seen, of course one of the actual calmest ones is missing…

⭑.ᐟ An is very pouty and grumpy. Miku tries greeting her, and she ignores it. Kaito goes to ask how she’s doing and that only makes Rin and Len yell at him even louder. Poor An can only cover her ears, going over to the bar and sitting down. Looks are exchanged between Kaito and Meiko and Kaito shuffles the kids out, leaving just An and Meiko at the bar

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི An continues ignoring Meiko, just trying to bury her face into her arms and disappear. Meiko determines her best approach and makes some angel milk. An seemed off, which could mean she’s regressed, best to ask though. So she gently asks An what cup she’d like. She immediately, without being prompted to, apologizes for bothering An and explains that she thought some warm milk might help

⭑.ᐟ When An looked up she was preparing to scream and throw a fit, there were already tears in her eyes. But… Meiko was being so soft. So gentle. For a second she swore that it was Aunt Nagi, crouching down next to her and asking her what she wanted to do. The screams die in her throat. Instead she quietly requests a sippy cup, and Meiko is happy to comply. She transfers the milk to a child appropriate cup before handing it over to An

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི That was the moment, Meiko asking An what cup she wanted, that made An’s feelings click into place. Meiko was good. Meiko was calm and gentle and perfect. She wanted Meiko. Meiko just smiles at her and starts getting information “How old are you feeling?” “Would you like a snack?” “What toys do you want to play with?” “How about I turn on some music for you?” Meiko asks all these wonderful questions in her gentle voice and An feels compelled to answer her

⭑.ᐟ When Meiko asked the questions An was fine with everything! But when Meiko went to go get things… Everything was suddenly not fine. An hasn’t realized Meiko would need to focus on other stuff. That wasn’t fair. She wanted Meiko’s attention. Why did everyone always have more important stuff? Was it so selfish to want someone’s full attention for a little bit? She tried drawing Meiko’s attention back to her but Meiko only responded with a simple “One second darling”

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི This was not what An wanted to hear. Her perspective changed. Meiko was bad. Meiko was the worst person on the planet in fact. Meiko knew she was mentally a baby right now, and she’d still ignored her? What kind of horrible person did that? So An just got down from her seat and… Slipped away. She didn’t want to be around such a mean person

⭑.ᐟ An hides for awhile in a little storage closet. But eventually Meiko finds her. She opens the door just enough to slide in the sippy cup and a plate of chocolate chip cookies. An doesn’t say a word, but she does accept the snacks. They sit there in silence for awhile until Meiko gently starts singing a lullaby. A lullaby that An’s mentioned before is from her childhood. Specifically from her favorite person from her childhood. Aunt Nagi. Their voices are vastly different, but they sing it the same way…

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Slowly, ever so slowly, An warms up to Meiko again. She finishes her snacks still in the closet, then slowly crawls out, laying her head in Meiko’s lap. Meiko just smiles and combs through her hair. Once An is calmer Meiko can scoop her back up! She makes sure to carry the little one everywhere, constantly showering her in praise and catering to An’s every desire. Some babies need to cry it out. An is the kind of baby that needs to be dotted on though

°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

This reads more like a story than headcanons? Idk what I was doing here really if I’m honest- This was mainly just be trying to get a grasp on how someone with bpd would act, I feel like I still didn’t do great (╥_╥)

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

Farewell for now, until we meet again~

This is gonna be the last Miku for a while as we take a break. Pretty extensive read more about it to follow.

So, the day has finally arrived. This is an homage to one of our earliest Mikus that we actually enjoyed, that we posted nearly five years ago, in July 2019. We could not think of a better one to do for our send off. Much cuter spacesuit this time, and it's a proper wallpaper size!

Will this mean no more Mikus? Of course not! We still love drawing Miku, and will likely draw her even before the Hiatus is officially over, possibly a few times, we're just, y'know, not looking to push ourselves to do it every week. Five years and change without a miss is a lot, and the time crunch has caused us to post Mikus we arent 1000% happy with. We just don't wanna post one we don't feel is completely up to snuff anymore.

So what's next? We'll be taking a break for the next month, most likely two or three. We kinda need this break for a number of reasons, the largest is that we're moving soon. That's gonna be hectic, and we can't really be focusing on doing this when we have that going on. We're also just feeling a little burnt out. We've been struggling to find the time, motivation, and ideas to do Miku for a little bit now, and we kiiinda wanna focus more on practicing basics and doing our OCs. We have a fursona, Kaya, and Alice, hell, we might just make a few new ones! We're looking forward to doing them more!

Anyways, thank you all so, so much for your support over the years, and patience during this time <3

[amtrak-official]

The E5 is so cool, I wish trains were real

I might as well actually use this blog for something, huh? Since I have the URL now. For a first post here I’m just going to post pictures of all of the E5 Shinkansen merch I own, because why not? Unfortunately I don’t own a lightbox, I apologize for the quality here.

The first image I posted is a nanoblock-type kit, each car of the train was actually sold separately, although the front/rear and passenger cars ate two separate versions. I also have a Doctor Yellow version in storage somewhere, but I think it’s missing a couple pieces. I should check

Next up is a Plarail! I love Plarail. When I was a kid I had a whole track setup as a gift from a family friend who took business trips to Japan, I honestly blame that for me being a terminal weeb. For those who don’t know, Plarail is a type of plastic scale model train produced by TakaraTomy that runs on plastic tracks and requires no real assembly. It’s technically targeted at a younger age demographic, but I love it regardless. Unfortunately this E5 doesn’t have a motor, but it’s got a good reason for that at least…

You thought it was a normal train, but it was me, Shinkalion! A line of transforming robot toys, TakaraTomy combined Plarail with those other transforming robot toys they also make that you’re probably thinking of to create Shinkalion. I actually own almost every release in the Shinkalion Z toyline, which this specific figure comes from. I probably should watch the tie-in anime, but I also have to finish like, Roshidere and Tensura first, and who has time. I did watch the movie with a friend a while back though, I’m not convinced it was real. Look it up if you want to take psychic damage. I’ve heard the latest season might be more my thing though! I do want to check it out.

But of course, what is the E5 if not the H5’s better looking cousin? I might as well show off its counterpart from Hokkaido as well. To be honest, I really regret not applying the sticker detailing to this version. It really loses something, especially with the less eye-catching purple compared to the pink. Also, if you know anything about Shinkalion, it’s probably that the pilot of the H5 mech, at least in the first season, is Hatsune Miku. I actually do have the Shinkalion Miku Nendoroid, I just can’t be assed getting her out of storage right now.

And that’s the post! Hopefully at least someone will enjoy reading it. I might do more in-depth reviews of the other Shinkalion figures I own, or even other figures in general, although probably not on this blog.

[kawaiichibiart]

Hey, hey, psssst, ColoPale, I was thinking, next event where both Tenmas get 4 stars together...

I dunno but....

Maybe...just maybe....

Something akin to the art in WxS's JtB ep. would be nice? As their untrained versions of course.

Like, this would be Tsukasa's 4 star:

And this would be Saki's 4 star:

And the event is another flashback event where we see just how they both dealt with Saki having to stay in the hospital and the things they both missed out on because of it.

You could, possibly, even introduce at least one of the Tenma's parents. Mom or dad, doesn't matter.

I'd also like to see a callback to Doll Festival at the Tenma's by having Toya, and instead of Honami, Ichika as the 4 star or 3 star. Either way, I think having Toya and Ichika would make the set more complete.

As for the 2 star, I was thinking one of the VS, most likely Miku, however if we were to go the route of only unit characters, I'd go with Rui. If we want to further the unit mix tho, Kanade. Who, while she can relate to having someone she loves in the hospital, will also learn that she can't just let things go by. That she shouldn't miss out on things and she has people who care about her and will do those things with her (flashback to Mizuki taking her to see the carnations at the park in Carnation Recollection).

[hyokeh]

🦇Vampire Miku🩸 Miku × Mythology mini collab

Here's some dessert after the main course of the Miku × Mythology collab! Some of us volunteered to try an do vampire miku for a missing slot! 🍽

I guess this is the end for Mikumyth collab but I hope we do start another one in the future!! I wanna do more of these with yall 🥹

[prismartist]

the fight between wilbur and phil just. echoes in my head. partly because it's the most intense they've ever been to each other in rp (from what i know) and partly because goddddddddddddddd god how did we not see that coming. wilbur's been away for months; at this point he might as well not know anything about the island. he expressed multiple times that he has no idea what's going on; he has no context. he sees people joking and laughing and hyping themselves up to go on missions he doesn't understand and calling him hatsune miku. nary a mention of the eggs, not even in cellbit's big rallying speech. it's no wonder he didn't think anything was wrong. so when he's hit over the head with the news that the eggs are missing...

the eggs are missing, and the apparent determination and effort of the parents is collected into a group of people running down a sewer and giggling about a goldfish's memory? these people must be insane. at the least, they must not care that much.

and here's phil, trotting along and laughing too, going along with people that wilbur isn't sure they should trust (because he doesn't know them, why should he?), like his son isn't missing, like his granddaughter isn't missing. tallulah, who's been taken away before wilbur can come back to her. tallulah, with whom he still needs to meet again, to see just how much she's grown. what are they doing?

i do find it funny that later, he then says everyone else is "panicking". sure guy. it's not like you lost your cool earlier because you're missing crucial information or anything. okay.

so here's wilbur, accusing everyone of not doing anything, accusing phil of slacking, stating that they're clearly not taking it seriously enough when they have and it's tiring; i mean, imagine keeping that up for a month. phil and the others have worked tirelessly scrounging up scraps of what you can barely call evidence. and wil is saying it's nothing, that they have done nothing, which in a sense they have, but at the same time is so wrong, because how have they done everything and nothing? how is there still nothing after a month?

it's just bleach in a wound, and phil––oh phil, who's been aching so bad since they've gone, who calls out to them futilely, who fell into a coma dreaming that he almost found them, who grit his teeth at each and every teasing "clue" he finds––well, he snaps.

he's frustrated. all the tears, all the hunting, all the running around like headless chickens––sure, they could be being a bit silly, they could be fools for following the federation's every whim, but at this point they've exhausted everything, all of their ideas, so any fucking hope they can get they'll grab it and watch it disappear like smoke through the slits of their fingers themselves, because it's nice to have something in the palm of your hand for even a second. and then there's wilbur even suggesting that cellbit might be a traitor, when he's one of the people phil trusts the most, enough to share the evidence with. so of course he accuses wilbur of letting tallulah rot. wilbur doesn't understand. of course he doesn't. he hasn't been on the island.

in a sense they're both right. the federation lead ultimately led to nothing but a new toy, and wilbur is painfully naive as to believe that tallulah is just hiding around the island, blissfully unaware that the main theory right now is that she's probably in another dimension. he doesn't even know about the nether.

it's so. augh. phil and wilbur really out here reminding us that yeah, they are roleplay powerhouses and they will devastate all of us when put together in high-stress situations. god. gotta love them for that

[kaogens]

Hi, I was just scrolling through your stuff, and it's beautiful of course (<-words of a person who has some of your stickers), and I don't know how I didn't know you had a tumblr, I probably missed it somewhere, but I just had to say: YOUR JELLYFISH MIKU!!!! IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! and I just had to tell you because the moment I saw it it's like it flipped every switch in my brain and I just!!!!!! It's great!! Your stuff is great!!! Have a great night!!! 🐠💙

THANK U SM!!! so glad to see sm appreciation for her T__T and obligatory very quick doodle!!! missed her

[urinarythreatinfection]

Aight bet-

Can i get Shanks paired with a female reader (romatically) who is also missing an arm and/or has red hair.

Thank you v.v

Not my bestest work but I thought it was funny and warm.

Narcissistic Romance

Shanks x Fem!Reader. Reader has red hair and missing arm. Miku is Miku even if she looks different so skin color or hair texture can be anything else. Small angst(?) but mostly fluff. Drabble + Headcanons

“I get we have the same hair and stump but did you really need to go this far? You even drew the scar on me.” You touch your eye where some friends had drawn Shanks’s signature scar on.

“This fits so well! You might as well be his female form.” You’re all near a bar, one of your friends got the idea to dress you up as Red Haired Shanks after getting drunk. “Strike a pose or somethin-” They’re interrupted when yelling is heard.

“C-CAPTAIN!?” You hear from behind you, turning to see a group of men staring at you.

‘Captain?’ You think to yourself, confused before it clicks. These must be Red Hair Pirates, but how? This is a crazy coincidence that they’re here right as you’re dressed up. Your mind runs at a million miles a second and you clamp a hand over your friend’s mouth before they speak. “Well, I got caught by a devil fruit. Changed my looks a bit but I look good as a woman too, right?” You smirk, going along with it. Unfortunately, your cover is blown almost immediately when a head peeks over your shoulder to look at you.

“Hmm. I do look good as a woman, don’t I?” It’s Red Haired Shanks, another coincidence and you jolt with a yelp. “Freaking out, Miss Red Hair? Not very Emperor-like.” He teases with a grin. Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to go with the joke considering how quickly you got caught, and by the man himself. “What’s my female doppelganger doing here?” He looks at your friends with a wink, this is so embarrassing. “Popular as a woman too?”

That was how the two of you met, a funny cosplay of a funny guy.

You were scared at first you were going to get in trouble for impersonating him, even if it was a joke and you were caught immediately.

Shanks isn’t a sore sport though and he actually found it really funny.

He had stayed at the island and you were good company, proving to be a good fighter as well.

He couldn’t just leave an attractive and strong woman alone, right?

You ended up joining his crew along with a few of your other friends that could fight and wanted to go, the rest you all sending letters to any others often.

The official number of redheads in the Red Hair Pirates is now two.

The two of you two hit it off, cracking similar arm jokes and having fun together, it was perfect.

It really wasn’t long until you both ended up dating, then came new jokes.

“Narcissist.” That’s what people like to tease you both about.

Dating a person that can look like a genderbent version of you with the right clothes and makeup is definitely narcissistic.

Of course, you both take it with pride.

Shanks even likes to show you off, calling himself the luckiest man ever to find the most beautiful woman ever to play into the narcissist joke.

Something on a more personal level is that the two of you can relate to missing an arm, helping each other with phantom pain and insecurities.

After all, when the person you love has the same imperfection as you it’s hard to be insecure about it.

You’re perfect to him and him to you, despite your disabilities.

It’s nice to have someone that understands, that knows how hard it is to deal with losing a limb.

When you’re feeling insecure sometimes Shanks puts his stump on yours, smiling and calling you both “stump buddies” before kissing you.

If the weather is bad and you’re both struggling with pains you can hold each other, finding comfort in the warmth of your lover.

Shanks holds you tight, even if he’s clenching his jaw, always trying to put your pain above his no matter how much you try and tell him he matters too.

It makes you feel insecure, he should have a partner that would be able to help him without struggling themselves, but to him you’re everything.

He’d rather hold you while shaking from pain himself than be comforted by anyone else.

These bad moments with you are more precious to him than the best with anyone else.

[kisscara]

12. shopping spree! [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

this was awkward, to say the least. seeing each other in casual clothing was awkward. just standing there was awkward.

"hi," you laugh with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood and thank the archons above, it does. scaramouche huffs, "let's go. we don't have all day." you catch up to him as he begins walking.

for a thursday after classes, the mall was surprisingly packed. you had hoped the opposite since this would possibly make the time seem longer.

scaramouche takes a glimpse at you. his lips scrunch up as a sign of his rising embarrassment. '(name) in such comfy wear... this is insane.' he reaches up to rub his eyes as if ridding himself of a delusion.

you wring with your hands and hum. "so... what type of music do you listen to, scaramouche?" you ask, trying to start a conversation. scaramouche removes the headphones from his ears and places it around his neck to hear you better.

he quickly searches for an answer when his eyes catch sight of an ad on the overhead screen in the mall. "vocaloid!" scaramouche hurriedly exclaims in a frenzy. you tilt your head in confusion. he felt his whole world come crashing down. he loves hatsune miku, sure, but not as much as he loves you.

nevermind that, if he had to be honest, their music was nothing compared to your immaculate drumming skills. to scaramouche, no one could outshine 5O5 and especially you.

"oh! that's interesting!" you two instantly fall silent after that weird talk. however, something else was on scaramouche's mind.

scaramouche's eyes sparkle as he watches you, determined. '(name) is so kind and knows how to handle these types of things like a pro. as expected of them.' he clears his throat and queries, "is this the music store you go to?"

you wordlessly nod and follow him inside. you're immediately met with the wonderful smell of different instruments when you step foot within the premises. you swore you could recognize it from a mile away. you take a deep inhale and exhale in content.

"(name)!" a small, red-eyed, blonde haired girl greets you and scaramouche at the doors. she gleefully giggles, "i missed you!" you welcome the girl into your arms and grin. "have you been a good girl, klee?" klee eagerly nods.

from behind the front counter, barbara leans over it. "good afternoon, (name) and..." her eyes go wide and she yelps, "student council president!?" klee gasps, "no way, he's the president?" a brunette passes by with a box of what appears to be carrying music catalogues.

"student council president," xinyan corrects klee and heads to the counter. klee looks up at scaramouche. he tries to give her his most sincere gaze but of course, it comes off intimidating toward the little girl. klee shivers and makes a face at him.

scaramouche's finger wavers as he points to the pouty girl with a grimace, "do you know them?" you chuckle, "these are my friends, barbara, xinyan and klee. barbara and xinyan are second years at our school and klee is barbara's cousin while xinyan is barbara's best friend."

scaramouche hums in a disinterested way. "i see." he puts his fingertips together and faces you, "now, about those gloves." you startle and nervously grin. 'i totally forgot about that...!'

klee tugs at your sweater's sleeve. "come with klee, (name)! klee will show you what gloves to get 'cause klee already knows your size!" she gives you a proud look and you find it hard not to smile at how cute she's being.

klee begins dragging you away and scaramouche gawks, "hey, kid, they're supposed to stay with me!"

he rushes after you and the three of you stop in a certain aisle. klee pulls the wooden stool closer to her and gets on top of it. her frilly, bright red summer dress ruffles as she reaches up to get the perfect gloves for you.

klee points out, "we're having a discount today on all things related to the drums but not including the drums itself. for example, gloves, drumsticks, snare cases and et cetera. if you purchase this, your total would be thirty dollars but because of our special fifty percent off discount, it will go down to-"

xinyan covers her mouth, earning a mouthed 'thanks' from scaramouche.

"scaramouche, do you like spending time with little kids?" now that you've bought the gloves, you and scaramouche are simply strolling about the mall. it won't hurt to have a little bit of free time, right? scaramouche ponders for a few moments. "yeah, i do. makes me miss taking care of my baby sister."

your pupils dilate in surprise. "i never knew you had a sister. or any siblings, at that." you smile at him and his face goes red. scaramouche rubs his neck, muttering, "i have two sisters, actually. one of them is in middle school and the other one is my twin."

"you have a twin!? that's so cool!" you gleefully clasp your hands together, the bag containing the drummer gloves trapping between your forearm and your arm. scaramouche smugly smirks, "what do you think, (name)? am i the better twin?"

you get caught off guard by his sudden inquiry. you think for a bit. "i haven't met your twin yet, so i can't really decide," you murmur. he pauses before gesturing, "well, she looks like me but as a female. she's into fashion and would have a mental breakdown if she chipped a nail. basically my polar opposite, minus the anger issues."

it's great he's self aware.

"mm... then i'd choose you as the better twin." you add, "you're very responsible and even though you don't show it much, i know that deep down, you care about your friends." you happily chirp, "you wouldn't have let me buy this off of the school funds if we weren't friends, right?"

scaramouche's ears go red. he tries to play it off and shrugs, "sure. anyways, do you want something to eat?" his offer makes you knowingly smile. "i thought you said we were only going to buy this." you shake around the bag and he scoffs, "it's on me, so it's not apart of the school funds."

"i'm just borrowing money left and right." you clench your fist and weep, "if only i wasn't so broke... i'll pay you back, i promise!" scaramouche impotently waves, "stop being so dramatic before i change my mind. now let's go before the food court closes."

you never would have imagined eating with scaramouche, in public, just the two of you! to any bystanders, it might seem like a date. the idea makes your heart pound even faster as countless other thoughts race within your mind. for sometime now, you've been taking small bites, still embarrassed about this whole situation.

scaramouche rests his head in his hand while fidgeting with the straw in his glass of water. "(name), what's it like, being apart of a band?" and thank God he starts a conversation because you were starting to feel as though you were going to piss yourself, sitting there in silence.

"it's fun! i've made a lot of memories with them, but even though we're in a band, they're still my best friends before they're my members. yun jin is the band leader, so you should really talk to her about the whole band experience since she handles most of our events with our manager," you say, now feeling comfortable enough to eat.

for a split second, scaramouche contemplates on his next question. "what do you think about your fans?"

you raise a brow and ask, "like, solely my fans or the band's fans in general?" scaramouche takes a sip from his glass and adds, "yours." you sheepishly laugh, "to be honest, i think i have very few. the drummer tends to go unnoticed and i guess i'm okay with it since..."

you tap at your chin, "this one time, our keyboardist, ayaka, actually had a crazy fan of hers. he was totally psycho, 'cause he even followed her places and took pictures of her whenever he got the chance. she had to file a lawsuit against him and all of this happened last year."

scaramouche gulps. he's not like that... right?

"the thought made me, well, not just me, but the rest of the members angry as well. we never revealed it to our fan base and the public, but that's the reason ayaka had to go on a three month hiatus. can you believe the audacity of that guy? honestly, i'd rather have no fans at all than thousands and not knowing who's a total creep."

after dumping all of that on scaramouche, he began feeling queasy.

would he ever reveal the truth about himself being your fan from the start? there is a difference between obsession and just pure admiration. however, would you be able to understand that?

scaramouche likes you for your dedication to your band and your impressive drumming skills as well as your personality.

but would you get the wrong idea and think that he only likes you for who you are on that stage, holding those drumsticks, or for being the person you truly are?

scaramouche could barely enjoy the rest of the day with you after that. it constantly plagued his mind of what would happen should you mistaken him for such a jerk like that?

he's gotten this far and it might as well be over for him at this point. but then again...

"scara, you can have the other charm! now we're matching, see?" you wave around the angry kitty charm while you place the cute looking puppy one in his palm. "this one's you and that one's me. it matches us, right?" you giggle as you begin to attach it to your phone.

the two of you had gotten it at the arcade and scaramouche just couldn't say no to you wanting to go there.

scaramouche does the same with his phone and smiles. "yeah, it does fit us."

he can worry about all of that later. besides, he has a choice whether to reveal the truth or not, so why not just hide it from you? although by now, he should know that the truth itself never stays buried for long.

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what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

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