#and so does i7

[sakkiichi]

i think i had never despised a character sm as i hate the entirety of ZOOL and that tsukumo psycho. wdym you’re gonna end tenn and TRIGGER? imma throw hands fr…

[vulpiximisa]

[keicordelle]

Thinking about Ryuu's first time on stage. Ryuu, who'd never performed in front of anyone before in his life. Ryuu, who grew up as a fisherman's son in Okinawa, and whose greatest aspiration is to fix his father's boat and send his brothers to university. Ryuu, who wasn't even on a popular sports team playing in front of a crowd before he joined up with TRIGGER.

Ryuu, surrounded by two of the most exacting people he's ever met, up on stage staring out at the people gathered there to see them. TRIGGER. And it doesn't matter if it's a dozen or a hundred or ten thousand, that first time it seems like a million. Two thousand eyes on you, hotter even than the spotlights making him sweat. No matter how you try to prepare yourself for that, you can never really be ready for the reality of that sort of thing.

Do you think he froze up? Got nervous and missed a cue? Tenn stepping in from behind him to make up for it, and he's smiling, because of course he's smiling, he's on stage, but Ryuu can feel how angry he's going to be later. Gaku trying to cover for his fumbled dance moves with a little extra charm, but it makes the weight on Ryuu's shoulders weigh all the more heavily.

He just wanted to fix his father's boat.

Stand on the stage. Sing. Dance. Smile. It sounds so easy.

It will be. Eventually. Easier, at least. Never easy.

[nitunioart]

most pathetic re:vale fan fails at death threat, dies on the inside instead

[fruixtii]

you guys can see my quick tenn warmup too ^_^

[n7keidence]

felt anxious so i drew yamato to help now i have a little yamato

[always-a-joyful-note]

Just finished watching the RabbiTube videos on YouTube (thank you, Bamco, for doing official English subs for them) and I am very much willing to bet that Toma's "leT'sA cOOOOOkiNgO, fReNchIE tOAStO!" is a meme in the i7 universe

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

i think something important that idolish7 fic writers should keep in mind is that kujo takamasa very rarely acts out of controlled malice. this man’s sanity is held together by duct tape and a shoe string and his entire motivation is barely repressed dysfunctional yearning and grief

[frobby]

prosekai i7 au where tsukasa is tenn and saki is riku 

[luadellart]

I'm almost a month late but Happy Birthday Sogo!

May's birthday flower is the lily of the valley.

They represent: - sweetness - purity - joy - love - sincerity - happiness

[sherbovania]

first step to a new pc has been taken yippee ^_^ got an rtx 2060 for half off bc of amazon prime day, it should be arriving next week i’ll keep u all posted

[squidpro-quo]

Dakaretai Otoko No. 1

AN: Forgot I could post on tumblr too for a bit, whoops! Couldn't sleep because of this fic, enjoy

Ryuu had never thought to ask, but then it would never have occurred to him that it could be a possibility. Even knowing his experience with the President over the years, and with apologizing to Sougo-kun about his thoughtless comments on family before, he’d never expected to miss something else so glaringly close to him. If they hadn’t all moved in together, how long would it have taken him to notice? To realize and put the pieces together, to see the pattern that had been repeating beside him all this time? 

They’d settled into something of a routine once they moved into his place, with regards to navigating each other’s things and laundry, all the mundanity of everyday life lived together. There had been a few surprises, Tenn’s collection of houseplants being one, and a few arguments about the air conditioning and the heater and methods for loading the dishwasher, but he knew those squabbles between the other two were simply the equivalent of play-fighting amongst lion cubs. He’d heard the same gripes from his brothers a dozen times if ever and they were all growing so much closer in the process that the noise was worth it all. 

The washing machine was yet another point of contention, the fact that they could not combine their loads quickly became apparent. Ryuu’s own sweaty sports club clothes required a certain setting, Tenn followed a rigid regimen towards keeping his colors vibrant, and Gaku…That Gaku had so many clothes that required handwashing perhaps shouldn’t have surprised Ryuu by this point, but the world of designer brands and their upkeep was still newer to him than to the other two. He was no stranger to the chore of it, had helped his mother out back home with their festival wear, and he knew their costumes usually necessitated the same class of care, but for his own leisure and personal choice, the option wasn’t one he would’ve picked. And considering the stray garment that had wound up in his basket, he didn’t know if Gaku had picked it either.

It was sheer silk, smooth and so diaphanous that Ryuu felt as if he were holding a wisp of mist, billowing even in the stagnant air of the bathroom. Turning it over, he finally understood that it was a top, the sleeves slitted and the neckline so wide that he’d almost mistaken it for a skirt. Unbidden, the image of Gaku wearing it rose in his mind’s eye, the silk brushing his fingers just like now, but already warm from its wearer. His imagination provided plenty of detail, despite the fact that he’d never seen Gaku wear it before—

He’d never seen Gaku wear it, though it was clearly expensive and well-made… Ryuu blushed, realizing the truth, folding it on the counter as carefully as a gift deserved. With all that had happened, the last he’d heard was that Tsumugi accepted and understood the strictures on them both now and they’d kept their distance, but this might be a reunion present of some sort. Going indie had its perks, certainly. 

Turning back to his own laundry, Ryuu ignored the tightness in his chest and buried the image under a list of what else they needed to fit into their meager budget and just how they were going to make ends meet. 

~*~

Amidst chasing missed chances and fading opportunities across the city, Ryuu forgot about tidying up at home for a few days. With the crushing weight of every closed door and refusal they’d faced, he fell back on doing something that he could control and would leave him in a better place by the end, regardless of the rest of their predicament. Cleaning was a way to wipe his mind free of worry for a while, to find the joy in a spotless surface and the ache after a thorough scrubbing, creating a small corner of order in an otherwise uncaring city. 

Vacuuming was the last order of business, the satisfying sound of all the grit and little irritants being removed lulling him into a trance, until a glitter in the carpet behind the entry table caught his eye. He’d moved the vacuum over it before the sight of it had fully sunk in: the gem-bright shine of jewelry. Fumbling to turn the vacuum off before it was sucked in, he heard the rattle and winced. He crouched, hoping to salvage whatever might be left, and found it still lodged in the carpet, an earring. 

Despite the attack by the vacuum, it looked undamaged, sparkling as he twisted it free of the rug. It was a waterfall of pearls, cascading delicately over his palm, their various sizes creating an illusion of foam amidst the silver wires. It belonged at a gala, paired with a dress and necklace to match. He recognized the present for what it was this time, no distractions or delusions getting in the way. 

Knowing that Gaku had headed in to shower as soon as he’d returned, Ryuu tried the door to his room, earring in hand ready to slip onto the dresser discreetly. Ryuu was aware of Gaku’s predilection towards big gestures, ever the dramatic romantic at heart, and how openly he wore that heart on his sleeve; if he had decided to keep this courtship a secret then Ryuu wouldn’t pry. He knew what it was to yearn, to feel the spark and yet be kept from fanning it into a flame, to hope for something that might be within reach and still be scared to grasp. It was a vulnerability he didn’t know how Gaku could bear so often, as freely falling into love as if it were a soft bed and not the terrifying uncertainty of sky-diving, but that courage was just another reason why he—

Gaku looked up from his bed, out of the shower and already dressed, brows rising at Ryuu’s sudden entrance. Laid out across the covers were several outfits, some revealing while others left a little more to the imagination but all as provoking as the next. A jumble of jewels was spread beside him, necklaces dripping with diamonds, crystal aigrettes, and rings of all styles, a treasure trove in the making. 

Ryuu’s mind ground to a halt, taking in the array of finery on display, and the pieces on Gaku himself. He’d been in the middle of pinning back a strand of hair, evidently almost ready to leave. 

“Where’d you find it? I thought I’d looked everywhere,” Gaku said, spying the earring in his open hand and crossing the room with a wide grin. “Trust you to be the savior of the hour, Ryuu!” 

Taking it, Gaku quickly scooped up its pair and put them in, already turning back to the bed when Ryuu found his voice. 

“They’re yours?” 

“Yeah?” Gaku didn’t look up from where he was sorting through the rest of the jewelry. “It’s certainly not Tenn’s.”

“But…not Tsumugi’s?” He’d thought he knew the full picture, but the pieces he’d assumed immovable were falling apart. 

“Why would it be hers?” 

“It’s so nice, an expensive gift like that is…”

“Ryuu, these are all fake,” Gaku said, finally finding what he’d been searching for and straightening up again. The confusion on Ryuu’s face seemed to reach him through the rush of getting ready and he stopped in place, looking Ryuu steadily in the eye. “Sure, they glitter and shine, but none of them is worth what they would have you believe. But the clients like them, so I wear them.” 

“At the soba shop?” Ryuu feels leagues behind, trying to connect this to what he knows of Gaku. 

“No, not at the soba shop!” The laugh that breaks through Gaku pulls Ryuu from his thoughts, roots him in the moment. He admires the way the shirt is cinched tight at Gaku’s waist, a desire to feel with his hands surfacing before Gaku’s next words slam him back into reality. “My escort clients.” 

Ryuu’s been in the city long enough to know what that means, what that entails. The only word that leaves him is, “Why?”

“We need the money. Other people may turn their noses up at us, but that kind of snobbery doesn’t bother the ones who pay me. It’s mostly the same ones from before Trigger anyway, so they’re actually happy that I have the time again.” He scowls at the last, irritated at the schadenfreude.

“Before Trigger?” Ryuu knows he’s just repeating, but Gaku doesn’t seem to notice the echo, words spilling out of him as easily as ever. 

“Longer than we’ve been Trigger actually, now that I count back.” 

“When did it start?” He can do the comparative math, but he naively hopes Gaku will have an answer that doesn’t make his heart squeeze with grief. 

“When my father got custody. There was a whole court battle over it, my mom went down fighting, and the legal fees were hefty on both sides. I didn’t have anyone to debut with and a solo career would’ve been too big of a gamble for the company, so being an escort was how my father got back his ‘investment’. Technically, I was paying off both sides since I just gave my mom my cut, but they didn’t need to know that.” Gaku shrugs, the story old news of an era past, tracing the last piece he’d picked up from the bed. It’s a thick band, studded so densely with gems—like their capes from Treasure!, comes the unbidden comparison—that he can barely see the black velvet of the backing, and when Gaku raises it to his neck, Ryuu breaks his restraint and reaches out, catching hold of Gaku’s hand. 

“You’re not alone anymore,”—his voice breaks—”you don’t answer to him anymore. You don’t have to…” He’s never been the best with words, when the silence falls all he can do is run a thumb along the back of Gaku’s fingers in a slow circle, avoiding the jeweled collar’s edge. He’s been witness to the President’s disregard for years, has had the words ‘it doesn’t matter if you’re my son’ resonate in his head until he saw red and snapped, and known how Gaku, who could never stand silent in the face of others’ injustice, had silently endured his own. In someone who encouraged self-confidence, in Ryuu and Mitsuki and others, to still be chained to the search for any hint of approval, the smallest crumb of blatant pride, or acknowledgement of his efforts from his father had broken Ryuu’s heart more thoroughly than any rejection could. Gaku deserved all the praise that could ever be spoken, but Ryuu knew all his words would pale in comparison to just one from President Yaotome. 

“I’m not doing it for him.” Gaku’s voice is soft, as if concerned he’ll spook Ryuu with anything louder. The velvet is crushed against Ryuu’s skin as he takes Ryuu’s hand in both of his own, the softness at odds with the sharp edges of the jewels. “I’m doing it for us. I want us to rise back up to the top, and if this is a way I can help jumpstart that, then I’ll do it gladly. I’m not the Dakaretai Otoko No. 1 for nothing, am I?” 

Gaku’s smile has always been one that Ryuu can’t resist mirroring, even if his is fainter and smaller this time. 

“But I’m No. 2, then I should—”

“Ryuu, leave it to me. It’ll just be a little longer, just until we get our foot in the door again. We’re close, that’s the direction you should focus on.” Gaku lets go, fiddling with the clasps of the collar. “Help me with this, will you?”

Ryuu hesitates, staring at the gems and knowing that the question is twofold. He might wish he could barge back into the President’s office and give him a big enough piece of his mind that the man will choke on it, but right here, right now, he knows what will do the most good is being a support where needed, when asked. 

He steps behind Gaku, pulling the collar flush with pale skin, and clips it into place. It truly is the last piece, the crown jewels of the whole look, and as Gaku hurries to slip on his coat while hissing at the time, Ryuu bites his lip and lets it slip out, “You look stunning.” 

Gaku pauses on the threshold, looking back from the cusp of the night, a dangerous glint in his eye. He smiles, sharp, and instead of saying goodbye, he says, “When I get back, help me take it all off, will you?” 

Ryuu swallows and nods, a shiver climbing up his spine. He’ll find his voice and speak the words until Gaku forgets he ever wanted to hear them from someone else.

[koumeowkami]

why does trigger sound like undead, eden, 2wink and 2000's european pop music were all put in a blender

[mayoiayasep]

being iori’s age really makes that one episode of season 3 part 2 funnier tbh. girl why are you doing all that we have college apps to be doing

[bugixxxbunny]

Ryoman Sukuna x Reader

Description: Reader wants to get her cherries pierced but is a bit of a bimbo once paired with her brute of a piercer, Ryoman Sukuna. He pierced and popped her cherry from the back seat of his black BMW I7, leaving her with the question: What piercing should she get next? ~ ♥

Content Warning: Car sex, description of cramped spaces, swearing as always!

Word count: 10,637

This would be your first "rebellious" action that Mommy and Daddy wouldn't approve of; you wanted more "sex appeal," being a virgin well into adulthood wasn't anything to brag about. So that lovely sunny Saturday morning, you woke up and decided to get your nipples pierced! Then You showered, brushed your teeth and hair You headed out of your house and to the best-reviewed piercing shop, reading the reviews on the walk there. A few customers complained about one employee named Ryoman Sukuna. One review said he called her "a bitch" and told her to get out after she showed the design. Another one read when he was doing this woman's clit piercing, he didn't care when she asked for privacy, saying she should "suck it up; your getting it for a reason."

You sigh and speak to yourself, "As long as my piercer isn't Ryoman Sukuna, I'll be fine." Then you hear a deep sigh. "Why don't you want the owner of the shop to pierce you?" You gasp and quickly turn around, and it was a man with long black hair. He had deep purple eyes and piercings littering his body. He held a drink carrier with four coffees, all made differently. "Um, have you seen these reviews!?" You asked, holding the phone to him, "Yeahhh, I've seen. I work there, and Sukuna is rugged, but no one does their job like him," and he starts walking away. You chase after him, "Wait!?" and you start walking with him. "Really? I'm going there right now. How good do you say?" You ask, "Well, he can do any tattoo in any style, and he's quick—maybe two sessions for a sleeve," the man said before you interject, "What about pain and straightness of piercing?" "Like I told you, Sukuna, the best of the best in the moment it isn't that painful, but it depends on what piercing too?" "Well, what about nipples?" you whisper. The man snickers, "Sukuna does them well, but the issue is privacy, he doesn't understand some piercings people don't want to show to everyone." You nod. "What's your name?" you ask, staring up at him. "Geto," and before you know it, you both arrive.

You follow Geto inside, and he walks over to a man with white hair and bright blue eyes and hands him some caramel frozen drink. "Here you go, Satoru," and the white-haired man kisses his cheek and leaves the shop. "That's Gojo; he doesn't actually work here." Geto said softly, rubbing his cheek, then he walked over to one of the stations. "Choso!" Choso walks out. "Here's your hot cocoa." Geto hands him the warm drink. "Thanks," Choso said. He had tattoos and pale skin with two twin pigtails. "Are you still tattooing someone?" "Uh, yeah." Choso said quietly; his voice was monotone he seemed unsure quickly dismissing himself, he walked back behind the curtain. Geto shrugs and turns to you, "Well, it looks like the boss will be piercing you today." "Geto! Why can't you do it?" you ask. "Oh, I'm off the clock. I don't even work today; I've got a date with Satoru," and then you cut him off. "Well, when do you? I'll come back!"

"Geto." A deep voice said it sounded irritated. You and Geto both turned around, and there he was, the man you heard about in the reviews: "brutish," "tall, pink hair." "Black tattoos all over his face and body and an eyebrow piercing?" "Extremely handsome and horribly rude!!" You thought back to the comments; they were all right; he was handsome! He snags the black coffee from the holder before Geto speaks up, "Sukuna, mind doing a favor for me?" "What is it?" "Pierce this girl in private; she's a friend of mine," Geto said as he gently shoved your lower back towards Sukuna. "Ugh, what do you want woman?" Your mind went blank, staring into his gaze, and you shuddered out, "M-my cherries!..."

This cause Geto to snicker behind you and Sukuna runs a hand down his face "Choso is using the only privacy we have in here" Sukuna says rolling his eyes and rubbing his temples like this was causing him a headache. "There's always your car," Geto interrupts before turning to you and nudging your side with his elbow. "He has a nice car; it will be comfortable for you." Sukuna groans and starts walking away, but he turns over his shoulder. "Give me 10 minutes to set up." Geto pats your back. "See, he's not so bad." "Definitely scary," you whisper. Geto and you continue to talk.

Before Sukuna came back, "I'm ready for you." You wave to Geto, "Have fun on your date!" Sukuna watches you out of the corner of his eye and brings you to a back alley. "It's getting dark already?" You said finally you both stopped at a black BMW I7. "Get in," Sukuna groans. "This is your car. Whoa, this is super nice!" You blushed, embarrassed by how stupid you sound. Sukuna gets in the back after you, and turns on the car light. The car was so small with someone like him so large next to you forcing you to feel the heat radiating off him.

"Take your shirt off for me?" You freeze and look away. Pulling off your hoodie, leaving you in your bra, your shaky fingers pop off the clips, letting your bra slide down your shoulders, freeing your chest. This made Sukuna smile, his canines sharp. "Got to get your nipples hard" You knew this was professional, but something about it felt so dirty. You went silent as Sukuna put ice on your nipples. His finger softly pinches and rubs your left nipple. Sukuna speaks up, "So why is a woman like you getting your "cherries done?"" You blush and look away. "Forget I said cherries…and because I want to." "Yeah, sure," he said, switching nipples. "What do you mean by "Woman like you""? you ask, watching him. "A woman who's painfully and a clear virgin." "Hey, what's wrong with being a virgin!" You said before your face falls, "How did you know?" "It's easy really…" he said, his hand grabbing something. "You were scared to show me your small tits and you're extremely sensitive." He rolled his eyes before a sharp pain made you gasp, and you looked down as he quickly puts in the jewelry behind the needle he sat up straighter, sighing and looking away disinterestedly. "You did that so quick!" You sniffle, and Sukuna's head tilts; his large hand wipes your single tear.

"The healing process hurts much more," he sighs and continues, "so the idea is you think these piercings will get you more action, hm?" You whimper, "I guess..." You whisper, "It won't work on everyone," You take a moment to process what Sukuna meant. "I don't understand?" Sukuna snickers, "You really are dumb." Sukuna pulls you into his lap, making you press very clearly on his hard-on. "Comfortable?" Sukuna asks you to nod, and he quickly pierces the other nipple. This time you stare at his concentrated face. The way his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes blank, the way he does it quickly to not disturb you and as precise as possible, Geto was right; no one does their job like Ryomen Sukuna. "You're amazing!" you ramble. Sukuna just smirks, "Great, now you can pay me, with this last cherry." He smiles once more, flashing you that sharp grin. Sliding in the jewelry for the second nipple.

"Only one more cherry that needs to be attended to," you whimper. "Aww, are your piercings feeling sore already? Don't worry; let me make you focus on something else." Sukuna pulls off your sweatpants, deliberately letting his fingers drag down your thighs. His hand wanders back to the lace of your panties; his index and thumb play with the dainty fabric. "So pretty, I just want to ruin it" he whispers, before he takes the underwear off of you and tosses it to the front of the car. His fingers press into your thigh, pulling it back, letting his left-hand wander to your lips. A soft gasp leaves you as his middle finger slides into your pussy with the faintest squelch. "Mhm? Different than yours, right?" Sukuna teased. Sukuna began to move his fingers, making you whimper and bite your lip. "Come on, let me hear you; don't be a bitch." He scissored his fingers, tilting the angle to hit that spongy spot, making you moan, head tilted to rest on his shoulder. "Y-yes, so different. Hngh—Sukunaa!" You stuttered out, making him chuckle darkly. "Got to make this pussy sloppy before I fuck you, huh?" "Ah—yes, yes!" you blabber as Sukuna pushes in a second finger, adding to the stretch. "Making you more stupid, aren't I?" A jolt of electricity going through your body "YES!" before your pleasure came to a halt. Sukuna pulls his fingers out before roughly shoving your back to the middle console in-between the seats. "Be a good girl and wait there." You complied watching as he unbuckles his belt, pulling the leather from his waist and shoving the fabric of his baggy jeans and boxers down. He slaps the spongy tip against your soaking pussy before slipping the tip in. A painful hiss erupts from your throat. "Does it hurt?" He snickers but rubbing your back in a soothing manner. "Y-yes," you whisper as he pushes more in. "Then it means it's working, woman."

Finally, he bottomed out; it was twisted how much you liked it as his hips pulled back and slammed into you, moaning as the increasing pleasure overwhelmed you. The small car shook: the inside was warm and smelled of sex. Your moaning droned out the radio that played some shitty pop song on low. Sukuna continued to pound you into the center console. He loomed over you in the cramped car. "Feel good, angel?" Sukuna pushes your legs back, placing you in a mean mating press, his cock repeatedly slamming into your cervix. "Come on, answer me, you've got it" he grins. "Yes, yes—I'm going to cum. So deep." you replied stupid "Already?" Sukuna teased his hips, speeding up till you gushed around his cock, dumbly blabbering, Sukuna's hips don't falter till he cums. He tossed you a small towel from his back seat. He looked away. "Hurry up; I will drive you home." You looked up, kind of shocked he knew you walked here. "Uh, how—" Sukuna cut you off. "Well, you were worried about how dark it was." "I guessed either way I'd drive you home." Sukuna pulls up his pants and throws you your bottoms and top purposely forgetting your panties, and he looks away almost bored-like, but you had a feeling he wasn't actually bored. You dressed, already scooting closer to Sukuna. "This is your love language, isn't it?" "I don't know what you're talking about!?" He shoves you, his ears cherry red. You just cling onto his arm. "What should I get done next, Sukuna?" "Cookie for sure. I'd like to work up close with that." Sukuna chuckles to himself. His smug grin makes you slap his arm. "No," Sukuna brushes your hair out of your face. What about your nose?" You nod. "Yes, definitely! Promise to pierce me next time, Sukuna?" Sukuna rolls his eye but still puts out his pinky. "I promise," and he looks away, the tips of his ears red once more. You link pinks...

omg, I'm sorry this took so long to come out!! I just am such a perfectionist to my core; also, requests are open!!! Thank you again for reading!!!

-Bunny ♥

[always-a-joyful-note]

What I love about comparing Idolish7 and Ensemble Stars is the fact that i7 has realistic storylines with intricately carved characters grounded in a mildly-supernatural (and, like, canonically, too) world with the worst timeline there ever was while enstars has somewhat unrealistic storylines with the most insane characters grounded in a Definitely Realistic No Supernatural Things Here (lying voice but nothing is ever confirmed) world where people are normal heights and age normally