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Mob Psycho 100 Fanfic Recs
Hyper fixating on Mob Psycho rn and have been reading a bunch of fanfic. So I thought I'd be nice to create a list of some of them.
All fics listed are completed unless I specify otherwise.
Also here's someone else's MP100 fanfic masterpost for more recs: here
Last updated: 9/20/24
Issho by ToastyToaster22
VERY long read. Main character is child Teru. An AU in which Teru met Mob and Ritsu before the incident where Ritsu got hurt. Story really gets across the evil of Claw with them kidnapping kids and harassing the few who keep getting away from them. Story also shows Teru's shitty neglectful parents and Dad!Reigen. Teru goes through the ringer in this fic. Fic takes place over the course of 2 - 3 years.
In general this writer has a lot of great Mob Psycho writing. They write a lot about Teru and TeruMob. Also I really like their take on the Kageyama parents. We may not see much of those parents in cannon but it's clear they do care about their kids. Toasty does a great job on using them as actual characters.
Immoral Support by c_c_cherry
Teru lives alone, and has been living alone for awhile. He's given money from his parents but that's it. He knows how to fake signatures but now the school is demanding to see a guardian in-person. Teru not knowing what to do, pretends that Reigen is his guardian, things go on from there.
The Ties were Black, The Lies were White by generally
There is some sex in this story, fyi. Basically Reigen is going to his sister's wedding and can bring a plus-one. Serizawa wants to go with him. They decide to go as "business partners". They do things such as sharing a bed and dancing as "business partners". Of course they realize their feelings for each other and confess. The sex scene is a bit after that.
Walking Mob Home by CryRan88
A short two chapter story about Reigen walking Mob home after work. First chapter: Mob feel asleep and Reigen gives him a piggy back ride to Mob's house. 2nd chapter: Reigen is asleep and Mob gets Dimple to posses him so he can still walk Mob home without actually waking him up.
Mother by Sunlolli
Reigen's got some mommy issues. His mom dies and starts haunting him. The espers in Reigen's life don't want to get rid of her without Reigen's permission but she's really messing him up and he just wants to get some approval from her. Story is a bit depressing but very good.
In Quicksand by SpiritusRex
Reigen gets possessed and gets sick. Unreliable narrator Reigen. Don't worry, the spirit gets caught pretty quickly, and Reigen ends up fine.
It Takes Time by CowardlyBean
A very short fic about Reigen quitting smoking for Mob's sake. Very cute.
you'll have to make due with a reasonable facsimile by SoliAvi
A short fic that takes place right after the end of the separation arc. Reigen and Mob eat ramen together again and Reigen apologizes. Very sweet.
When you need me by SpiritusRex
A 5 + 1 fic. 5 Times Mob hugged Reigen and 1 time Reigen hugged Mob. 1: Little Mob asking for advise about nightmares. 2: Mob being hurt after the Teru fight. 3: Mob holding onto Reigen to float them both back home after the first Claw arc. 4: After the Mogami arc. 5: After separation arc. +1: Reigen hugging Mob after digging him out of the broccoli after 2nd Claw arc.
Rainbow Veins and Life in Technicolor by BinaryDreams1010
As it turns out, Reigen actually IS an esper. He's an empath, and that comes with being able to read and manipulate others emotions. He did not know he was doing that. He just thought he was REALLY good at reading people and convincing them. Serizawa figures it out and tells him. The first story is about Serizawa figuring out Reigen is an empath, the 2nd story is about what Reigen does after knowing he's an empth, that is trying to figure out how to get rid of a spirit on his own.
Use Your Words by CowardlyBean
Reigen gets possessed by a spirit that hates espers. He's stuck in the backseat of his body while it pilots him around, pretending to be him. It's an ass towards Serizawa and Mob. Of course the other characters figure out something is wrong.
Area Hysteria by c_c_cherry
Reigen and Dimple visit a worn down building slated for demolition to get rid of a spirit. The building collapses with them in it. Dimple is fine, Reigen isn't. Dimple posses Reigen's body to help keep him alive and hope for rescue soon. Reigen gets rescued... eventually. But this isn't the end to the problems because Reigen ends up in sort of supernaturally-induced coma that Mob has to get into his head to get him out of. Long story. Marked as unfinished but ends at a really good stopping point. (Update: It started updating again)
Haunting My Own Skin by Kirii_Kitten
Reigen dies and then posses his own corpse to pretend that everything is normal. Dimple is concerned that Reigen's spirit is going to corrupt, his fears are well-founded. Reigen gets found out of course and things go to shit, but there is a happy ending.
symbiosis by ruthwrites
AU in which ???% is a separate entity from Mob and it's made of energy and jumps from esper to esper. When Mob gives Reigen his power during the 1st Claw arc, ???% goes with that energy. Problem is that it didn't go back to Mob, it got stuck in Reigen. I recommend the whole series, the series is kind of depressing though. Reigen really goes through it in this series. I don't want to give too much away but... Reigen isn't gonna come out of this very... human. Each entry in the series is completed, however I can't help but feel the series itself isn't completed, it seems to end on what would be the start of this AUs version of the Separation Arc. It's a bitter ending.
Yesterday by ch_am
Takes place during and after hot springs OVA. Shows Reigen's experience in the parallel dimension. On the train ride home, Reigen has a panic attack and runs off to the bathroom, Serizawa helps him and realizes that Reigen was in that dimension for awhile. Serizawa goes back home with Reigen to make sure that when he wakes up he won't be alone again. They eat breakfast together and talk about what happened.
Reflection by Silver_fox221
Turns out Reigen is a kitsune. He did not know he was a kitsune. He's in denial at first what with these traits only appearing now as a 30-ish year old. But even when he accepts the truth, he can't bring himself to tell the others besides Dimple (who he knows can keep a secret). His kitsune traits include being able to turn into a fox, having a silver orb that's a physical manifestation of his soul that he has to protect, and also a new found fear of dogs. Fic is unfinished but has a very unique idea. I only found a few other stories that had Kitsune!Reigen but in the other ones I saw he already knew he was a fox.
Categories
A lot of fics I like fall within categories, like they play with similar ideas. So I thought I would create lists of fics that cover the same topics. If you like one in a list, you would probably like the others.
Train OVA (Reigen has a bad time)
Teru's Parents Suck, Reigen to the Rescue
Various MP100 Stuff I found on Tumblr (no theme)
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i just thought of a(n interesting?) mp100 AU concept
(good LORD this got WAY LONGER than it was supposed to,,., my bad)
so basically,, about a year before mob would have originally met regien, and a few weeks after suzuki recruits serizawa to join him, a young sho catches his dear old dad toichiro wiping blood off of his hands after beating the soon-to-be newest claw member(s? others could possibly have possibly been involved) in a psychic battle. after seeing the bloodied and now scarred bodies on the ground at his feet. after witnessing the true nature of his fathers actions, he fears for his own life, as well as the lives other claw members. as such his ideas and conceptions he previously had about his father, and the thought of wanting to be like him, are put into question. what would happen if he follows the path his father already walks?
unsure of what to do, and unsure of who he can trust among the upper echelon of claw that follows his father, he seeks out the newest member, katsuya serizawa, hoping he, as an adult, can shed some light on the situation. he begs for serizawa to help him. to help him understand whatâs going on, and what he should do. serizawa canât entirely understand the situations, and he doesnât know what to think as itâs happening, but he sees innocent people, hurt. and he sees suzuki at the center of it. and he sees the manâs son, scared. alone. unsure of what to do. and at risk of being hurt too. and so. with what little knowledge and experience he has as a recluse. he makes a quick decision. he takes sho. and runs.
and runs.
and runs.
serizawa takes out his umbrella (it had started raining), and continues on, carrying sho in one arm.
they eventually end up in a place known as seasoning city. far enough from the current claw base of operations to feel somewhat safe for the time being. unsure of where to go, they end up looking around for anywhere that could be suitable for a couple of stray espers. a hotel, or somewhere they could find food, or a map. or something. anything. they just wanted to get out of the rain.
as theyâre looking around, they see a sign.
âSpirits and Such Consultation Officeâ
they enter the building, entering into the office, a man introduces himself as reiegen arataka (he was in the middle of having a smoke break, thinking about where heâll be after another year in the psychic business, how heâll probably job hop again, thinking about what his next job will be,, maybe heâll be a PI for a little while.) but before he can ask how he can help them, heâs caught off guard by the state the two him are in. he tells them they seem like theyâve ha a rough day. serizawa attempt so to speak but is too nervous. sho introduces the both of them, and asks if they can tak to him. reigen decides to humor the two.
sho tries his best to explain that him and serizawa are both espers, and that based on the sign outside, they thought reigen might have the same abilities that they do. reigen is incredibly suspicious of this claim, asking if this is some sort of elaborate prank theyâre trying to pull. sho denies this, and does his best to explain to reigen vaguely about how they came from a place with some scary people, and that theyâre both really scared, and not sure what to do. sho explains that to him they donât want to be bad people too, and asks reigen if he can help them.
so reigen, still dubious of their claims, gives them advice the best advice he can think of on the spot. (pretty akin to what he tells mob in canon)
reigen decides to get up and grab them fresh (hot) refills of their tea, as he doesnât have anymore clients for the day, and was simply waiting on walk-ins. reigen then loses his balance for a brief moment, and lets go of the cups of tea in his hands by accident. to his surprise, this prompts the two to each catch a cup with their psychic abilities, as well as keeping reigen from falling on his face. reigen looks at them with surprise, and asks if they are able to see spirits, and also if theyâd like to learn how to exorcise them, offering to teach them how. sho looks at serizawa who nods, and sho agrees for both of them. reigen tells them that heâll teach them how to use their powers in a way that wonât be scary or bad for anyone.
reigen also takes it upon himself to asks serizawa if heâs shoâs father, to which he shakes his head no, and sho proclaims he has no father. reigen decides against asking about any other possible parents. once their tea, and conversation, have been finished, reigen asks them to head home and come back tomorrow, the same as heâll be doing. they glance at each other, and then glance at reigen, and then glance back at eachother. he asks if they actually have a place to stay for the night, and the two admit the have nowhere to go. reigen (after a bath and changing into some clean, non-damp from rain, clothes, allows them to stay at his apartment for the night, staring theyâll work on proper living arrangements later.
(he also buys them takoyaki in the morning)
so,, basically reigen and serizawa basically end up raising sho and sho ends up mentoring under reigen and working at spirits and such (reigen also ends up enrolling sho into school so he can get a proper education). meanwhile serizawa, while also doing his best to help reigen with sho, is also being mentored under and helped by reigen to reintegrate into society and adjust to living a non-reclusive life, while he also works at spirits and such alongside sho! (he eventually decides on going back to school, but thatâs much later, and also the idea of going to night school specifically was reigenâs)
meanwhile, at the claw headquarters, a few weeks after the disappearance of sho and serizawa, and the aftermath of a search for both individuals who fled with no turn up of either, Suzuki decides it would be best to find a replacement for serizawa if possible (he has no reason to believe heâll share what little information he had) and ask his wife of shoâs whereabouts (even though they hadnât spoken in some time), assuming she had something to do with his disappearance specifically.
eventually, about a year (or perhaps a bit less than a year) later, his search leads him to seasoning city, where he digs up old rumors about a young child that once displayed the possession of substantial and rather impressive psychic abilities in kindergarten. eventually he is able to find the whereabouts of this child, and thus finds himself on the lageyamaâs doorstep.
under the guise of an âesper councilorâ he offers the parents of the young boy, shigeo kageyama, his expertise, in order to assist his growth into a stable, healthy, and powerful esper. to which they eventually make an agreement. an agreement allowing shigeo to visit mr. suzuki every other weekend, a timeframe that eventually shifts into every weekend, to which he eventually offers to be the boys teacher, having more than enough of the proper credentials and skill sets.
seeing how much happier shigeo is thought suzukiâs involvement, shigeoâs parents agree wholeheartedly, but ask one for one request to be fulfilled in return. to help mentor and nurture the growth of their youngest son as well. they explain to suzuki that, as far as they are aware at the moment, that he does not posses any psychic powers, however, he has been incredibly lonely, and misses his brother dearly when he is away from home. they expressed a concern that, although this private schooling could greatly benefit shige, they didnât want it to negatively impact his little brother, or their relationship, and that perhaps being mentored together would benefit them both much in a much greater way than one being mentored alone.
suzuki agrees.
under suzukiâs guidance mobâs powers grow and flourish, having been gifted an umbrella by suzuki originally for comfort, it becomes a useful tool for harnessing his powers in a satisfying way.
ritsu also unlocks his latent abilities under suzukiâs influence. however they are much more unstable. as such, suzuki gifts him an umbrella to use as an outlet to use his powers in a safe, and controlled manner.
time passes, and after much nurturing training
the highest group among the upper echelon of claw, and the group working the closest with suzuki.
becomes known as the Ultimate 6.
(ALSO WHAT THE HELL THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE SO LONG AAAAGFHRGRAH,,,.,., thank u for reading all of that if u somehow actually managed to get to the end. and maybe drop a reblog if you'd be interested to know more.,? dbsifbdi u don't have 2 obvi, but it'd be super nice!! i plan to make more mp100 content anyways so maybe even follow while ur here?? jk jk,, unless? okay i'll stop rambling now OH and thank u again for reading ^^ <3)
#THIS WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT SUMMARY OF MY IDEA FOR THE FIRST PART I SWEAR#it was supposed to be short#and messy#but it turned into a whole#info dump#the thing is i still have i ideas and details i didnât include GRRAAA#i hope no one has done this yet#i think this idea is super neat so#posting this on a whim i have no expectations#mob psycho 100#mp100 au#mp100#unnamed mp100 au#also im not sure what to call this au#like is it technically a swap?#i guess you could call it that#but it feels like more of a switch or a shuffle#mp100 mob#mp100 ritsu#mp100 reigen#mp100 serizawa#mp100 shou#mp100 toichiro#mp100 shigeo#shigeo kageyama#arataka reigen#katsuya serizawa#sho suzuki#ritsu kageyama#toichiro suzuki
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thanks for the fic rec! Mogami trauma is very fertile character building ground and itâs so blown past in the seriesâŠI mean I know mp100 isnât evangelion but still. i indulgently want nightmares of horrifying plant abomination mogami
also not to darken your inbox with Discourse but the age thing,,, yeah. i found that out like a few months ago and itâs one of the reasons i will jerk away from fandom at large like a hot stove. i always assumed they were at least mid-20s bc (hc) mine has the eye bags of someone who never recovered from grad school tbh
literallyyyy i meanto me the mogami arc sticks out as the most hopeless feeling part of the series but him being deployed again against minegishi also reminds you of that horror.
i think it feels like a fairly complete arc. mob finally winning over him -> captured by matsuo -> escapes to defeat minegishi -> end of mogami, suits mp100 as a series. but as a minegishi main i like to make a fuss about it.
using their plants in battle as an extension of themself and suddenly having that control ripped away? must feel bone chilling. and it grabbing you by the throat with its skeletal form. much fun. i would like them to have nightmares about it, given that it was the most pivotal thing in their character development. i think that reminder of guilt and that they promised to be a good person would be good for them. i imagine it gives them an odd relationship with morality for a while as they start developing a conscience but it takes a while to get rid of the habits and attitudes they cultivated during and before their time at claw. i love self-flagellation
and yeah sorry for talking abt the age thing but i have thoughts... yeah i feel like NO ONE expected that, and i had fallen too in love with the guy i made up in my head for lack of information to be receptive to this new concept of them. I'm sure there's pretty interesting ground to be explored there re: Claw's child esper training etc but I just don't really care for it with respect to Minegishi. other people can tread that ground.
I just think there's a bit of romanticism in "you can restart life at any time" like in Serizawa's case. In typical Mobbed Psycho fashion I just think its funny to be told by a 14yo to get your shit together at Your Big Age. my personal hc is that they dropped out of university to join Claw because no other future seemed possible for them, even if they didn't entirely trust Suzuki (as mentioned in the WD-arc)
entering the real world at late-20s early-30s after losing developmental years to Claw and the difficulties from being an esper that led them to Claw in the first place. like moeeeee that's a kind of moe to me ...
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Gonna post my first finished mp100 short here
No AO3 until I get more done.
Inspired by this https://twitter.com/AcerodonJubatus/status/1633833535890153472?s=20
(Please keep in mind this is my FIRST TIME writing these characters and I have not written anything in months due to *gestures at everything*)
FIC UNDER CUT WOO
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Tension
Seri x Reigen fic
Teen
The sun had not yet set bringing that mystical mix of the city street at night with the final, red rays of the day. Street lamps and store fronts grew in presence as shadows stretched long before melting together. With spring not fully realized, the lack of warmth quickly turned every exhale into a small cloud. Even on the bus everyone kept their long coats zipped up and gloves on.
 Seri stood with one hand keeping himself steady on a support bar with his gaze idly watching the passing buildings. The last of the crimson faded from the sky. Three more, two more turns; one stop in between. He hoped the notes he took today were sufficient, as all he had going through his mind had dissolved down to lights and numbers with the swelling joy of finally getting to go back home. The bus hit a few potholes and he was forced out of his day dream. His stop was already next.
 Their cohabitation ended up as a meager, pseudo studio apartment. At least it was near the deli and a bakery. The landlord claimed it was a one bedroom with plenty of charm. He probably was referring to the window facing the small garden shop and not the closet like living space. Didnât matter to Seri. He walked briskly up the stairs, breath trailing behind him as he unlocked and opened the door.
 Warmth met his cold face, mixed with the scents of instant noodles and green tea. Another smell pricked at the back of his mind but was soon covered with lavender.  A single candle burned on the meager kitchen counter/dining area â a gift from Shou for the new years. Setting his bag down, Seri was relieved to finally be back. He removed his coat and shook off the remaining chill. One benefit of a tiny place was it was cheap and easy to keep warm, even more so when they were both on the couch together.
 And there lay Reigen on said couch, legs hanging off the side as the TV droned on some news special about vegetables and fruit and which were the best to eat. He was bare foot and still in his pants and shirt from work but with jacket off and buttons undone.
 âIâm back!â Seri spoke with a cheer in his voice, taking off his own shoes. âSorry for being late, the class ran over like it does every Friday.â
 There was a grunt in reply. Reigen gave a nod. âYeah of course.â
 By the time Seri arrived home every weekday, Reigen had already started his long wind down to bedtime. He pulled back his legs and shifted over to give enough for Seri to join him on the couch. They both sat weary but comfortable from a full week. Lazy, but accomplished. Then Seri noticed it: the dull look in his eyes, the tense posture, one hand fisted into a ball with the other fidgeting with the undone tie at his chest.
 âTaka-â
 Reigen could feel the eyes on him and at once started painting his cover. âSo how was school? Learn anything interesting?â His balled hand rose to give a few gestured as he prattled on. âYou know, soon youâll be far enough to tutor Mob. Heard you are working with Shou. Funny how it all comes back to you like that.â
 âYeah.â Seri blinked, looking down at the floor. âIâm shocked but pleased how fast I caught back on.â
 âSee? Like riding a bike.â A forced laugh from Reigen. âExpect with books and math. And way too many essays.â He sat up more in the couch, posture still ridged. âSay, are they still assigning those? I remember getting a pile over the weekends. Made it hard to do anything else.â
 âWell, not many this weekend. More starting projects.â Seri hated the silence that fell after his last word.
 Not even enough energy for that, huh Taka? He wanted to say it out loud. So many nights Reigen would rant and rave until making the excuse to depart for bed in the end. Heâd lie in Seriâs arms, eventually falling into a fitful sleep. Talking was his style, yet he ended up saying so little.
 The TV went on, ads before a report on local construction. Seri felt his shoulder droop, each passing second wanting to do something. He closed his eyes.
 âI know you can smell it.â Reigen was staring at the floor too, hands still in his lap. He shot a glance over to Seri. âI only finished one. Started the second and was-â He paused, his hands tensing into fists, âso disgusted with myself I threw it on the ground.â Forcing a grin he met Seriâs eyes. âImagine me, wasting a cigarette like that?â
 Seri frowned back, but not out of disappointment. Without any judgment he wrapped an arm around Reigen and held him close. The man gave in, leaning against his shoulder.
 âYouâre so tense. Come here.â
 Seri started rubbing down along the back. He had caught himself many times in the past with his spine arched, tongue pushed against the top of his mouth, and his shoulders rigid. Especially at school. He wondered how many hours Reigen was stuck in that stressful loop, his body mirroring the storm in his brain. Seri shifted up to gently massage Reigenâs neck.
 âIt was such a long week. Between that angry patron and those two twins  and the new electric bill and-â Reigen started gesturing again, the tension in his arms trying to free itself through his fingers but only getting trapped
 âYou donât have to explain anything.â
 Seri slouched down into the couch, offering his chest. Reigen rested his head. Another bout of silence; this one far less stressful. The sound of cars and people outside mingled with the TV. Just the two of them enjoying each otherâs company. In the idle time, Seri took to using his powers to tidy up a bit of the apartment â putting away some dishes into the sink and stacking mail and books. The objects glowed lightly in his aura as they floated about. He even readied the bed for their eventual departure for the night, all while massaging his stressed roommate.
Reigenâs voice came in such a muffed whisper Seri could barely hear it.
 âIâm so glad youâre home.â
 Seri could still feel the tightness just from gently stroking Reigenâs back. He gave a long exhale, hoping he could be as good at this as his boss.
 âYouâve told me a few times-â He paused, trying o find the right words âThat itâs ok to be wrong. I mean, like this.â Seri exhaled again, more of a frustrated sigh. âPain, hurt. Itâs a part of life and not some terrible sin.â He glanced down at Reigen. âSorry. You said it far better than me.â
 âNothing wrong with suffering, nothing wrong with stumbling. âReigen mumbled into Seriâs chest. âIf you never had a bad day you wouldnât be alive.â He gave a snort. âSounds corny now that I hear it myself.â
 Seri looked down, meeting Reigenâs sleepy gaze. âItâs not that corny.â
 Regien grinned back, their lips growing closer. âYes it is.â
 Both their trains of thought had met on the same track and were now derailing. Seri leaned in for a long kiss, pushing against Reigen as he resumed his back massage. His fingers circled over higher muscles before trailing lower. A shudder in his arms.
 âYouâre getting better at this.â Reigen was smiling wide now, his whole face not afraid of hiding his emotions.
 âAnd you are still too tense.â
 Seri was answered with another kiss. He stopped his massage as Reigen shifted, turning so his chest was out now and his neck craning up for more. Naturally, Seriâs hands caressed up between the unbuttoned shirt. There was already sweat beading there.
 Both their breathing grew heavy. He broke off from the kiss, allowing his lips to trail down, tongue against Reigenâs cheek. Lower and lower. Hands gripped his shirt hard as he teased. Suddenly, a moan broke out, Reigen jolting up before giving a shudder and flopping onto his back on the other side of the couch.
 What had he done just now? He was only touching the chest, his lips- oh- his tongue. There was a slight red mark on the skin along where the larynx gives form when one tilts their head up. Though half open eyes, Reigen let out a grateful sigh.
 This warranted further experimentation. Seri straddled Reigen, pinning his hands down as he resumed paying attention to the neck. His lips first, then the tongue, up the full length from the middle gap of the clavicle to the base of the chin. This time the moan was a yell, shaking and airy, Reigen breathing hard. He tried to push back but could only lie; helpless under Seri as his nerves fired in a perfect pattern. In the end, the normally confident, smooth talking man was a puddle with his legs crossed and his mouth open, trying to catch his breath. Seri blushed.
 Slower now. He gently took the neck in one hand, rubbing his thumb along the same path. Reigen gripped back, panting and moaning as he looked up through cracked eyelids.
 Su- suya.â He was stumbling over syllables now.
 Seri leaned down and gave another kiss at the spot. Under him, Reigen kept his head tilted back, stare fluttering back. He was making it clear. Even Suya could get it. Do anything, rip off his shirt, pin him down, break this couch ravaging him. A long, ragged exhale before Reigen reached up, taking Seriâs tie in his hands. A little tug in invitation.
 Seri sat up, pulling a small notepad out of his pants pocket with a pen and began scribbling down notes.
 âHey! What?â
 Reigen sat up, a fit of amusement and rage mixing with the heat in his chest. In the end he cracked a smile.
 âSuya. You canât be serious.â Reigen shook his head.
 Seri was still writing, his paper having a small diagram of Reigenâs neck with notes around it.
 Hands engulfed the notebook. âHow about you take notes after?â Reigen took the pen and paper away, leaving them to fall to the floor. âIâm sure thereâll be much more to learn tonight.â
 Seri blushed harder, giving a sheepish grin. They settled into the couch again with Reigen on top now. They started again with a long kiss as the light from the TV flashed colors over the embracing pair.
#mp100#serizawa x reigen#serirei#ughhh#i have not written in so long#i hope i still am ok#it feels very rough#also never wrote these boys before#nervious as fuck
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Statement #3 of the Reigen Files (Name Pending)
[CLICK]
ARATAKA REIGEN: âOh, a computer! Nice, nice, very nice.â
[A clatter of someone dropping into a chair with two much force. The table squeaks as it is nudged out of alignment.]
ARATAKA REIGEN: âHow-eh-howâs the, «whatâs the word againâŠÂ» the recorder?â
THE ARCHIVIST: âFortunately, its cover was just cracked and the tape was fine, no thanks to you.â
ARATAKA REIGEN: [Sucking in air through teeth.] «C-crap.»
ARATAKA REIGEN: âI can pay for a new one?â
THE ARCHIVIST: âItâs fine, Mr. Reigen. Just, just try not to gesticulate too wildly this time, alright?â
ARATAKA REIGEN: âEh, what is ges-gestiïżœïżœ?â
THE ARCHIVIST: âOh, damn, uhâŠMovement. No big movement, like this, right?â
[Thereâs a faint sound of a hand smacking against plastic.]
THE ARCHIVIST: âOw! Oh, damnââ
ARATAKA REIGEN: âSims?â
THE ARCHIVIST: ââŠAt least the laptopâs screenâs fine. So, so no big movement like that, got it?â
ARATAKA REIGEN: âNo big movement! Got it!â
[Another clatter as something else on the table is hit.]
THE ARCHIVIST: ââŠLetâs just get this over with, shall we?â
THE ARCHIVIST: âStatement of Arataka Reigen, regardingâŠâ [Weary Sigh] ââŠRegarding the time his parents forgot to pack him a lunchbox for a school sports day. Statement is taken directly from subject by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, whose time Mr. Arakata apparently sees fit to waste at his leisure, on June 12th, 2016 at 11:45 AM. Statement begins.â
ARATAKA REIGEN: âWell, I want to say it was maybeâŠ3rd grade in elementary school?â
THE ARCHIVIST: âI beg your pardon?â
ARATAKA REIGEN: âElementary?â «Iâm sure thatâs the right wordâŠÂ» âThe school you go to when youâreâŠeight, I think?â
THE ARCHIVIST: âOh, you mean primary. Right, okay. Please continue.â
ARATAKA REIGEN: «âŠOkay⊠I couldâve sworn it wasâŠanyway,» âI was eight years old. It was my school sports day. I was in class 3-B, and we were the red team that year. We had done well that year, because we had Urashima Taro in our class. We didnât do so well the next year, because he moved down to 4-C, but we had him that year, and he was really strong and the fastest runner put of everyone. Of course, I helped us get a victory over 3-A in the rope-pull, so I was pretty important to our success too. But then lunch time came, and everyone in my class went off with their parents to eat their lunchboxes. You know what it was like in the one hundred and eighties, where everyoneâs parents had to work to buy the next meal for the week. Well, my mom and my dad could not come because both of them were working that day. But I guess both of them had forgot to tell each other that? So after the rope tug, I went to go have lunch like all my classmates, only no one was there. And theyâd both forgotten to pack me something to eat on my own, even? So I was just staring at everyone else eating, with their mommies and daddies, and feeling really, really hungry. And it was weird, because my vision got kindaâŠÂ«whatâs the wordâŠÂ» fuzzy? Like I was in aâŠÂ«mist», you know? When clouds come down to where you can see and it goes all white?â
THE ARCHIVIST: âYou mean foggy?â
ARATAKA REIGEN: âFoggy!â «Thatâs the word, I need to remember that for next timeâŠÂ» âYeah, yeah, foggy. And I am in the foggy, staring at all these people, but they are hard to see. Hard to hear. Almost like Iâm the only real person and theyâre justâŠextras? Like in a movie? And Iâm really, really hungry, and Iâm wishing I had someâŠsome food. Or a person to talk to, like everyone else. And then there was a hand on my shoulder. It really scared me, because I thought I was alone! It was Tanaka-sensei, myâŠÂ«âŠI know this!» Ah! Homeroom teacher! Yeah, yeah, homeroom teacher. And he was scared because he saw me just staring at everyone, not moving, and Tanaka-sensei asked me where my parents were. And I said they werenât here, and I had no lunchbox. So Tanaka-sensei gave me his banana and peanut butter sandwich, because I had no lunch. It was pretty good. But what I learned most on that day was that it was okay if your mom or dad or whoever takes care of you didn't show up, even if it was to something important to you. Because there are other adults who will care, even if they arenât them, and thatâs okay. But when youâre an adult, and you have a kid like that, you gotta do your best to be like Tanaka-sensei was to you to them. Itâs what being an adult means. I have students like that, and I made sure to make Mob a peanut butter and banana sandwich when he was training for his club. Tomeâs allergic to peanuts though, so she prefers cheese and egg sandwiches.â
ARATAKA REIGEN: âI have some pictures of Mob in his club, wanna see?
THE ARCHIVIST: âThatâs quite alright Mr. Reigen, Iââ
ARATAKA REIGEN: [Clearly ignoring his protests] âYeah, see, here, this is Mob training for his first race! He was so excited for it, and he did super good, even if he ended up tripping at the start! He was «74th» in his year! Wait, I have a video hereââ
THE ARCHIVIST: [Slightly desperately] âIs this really necessaryââ
[Slightly tinny sound of a video being played through a phoneâs speakers. Thereâs the sound of clamorous cheering in Japanese, in concert with wild and slightly too enthusiastic applause. Faint sounds of people running are audible beneath the sounds of support. Reigenâs voice calling out for Mob is much louder than anyone elseâs.]
THE ARCHIVIST: âAh. How lovely.â
ARATAKA REIGEN: «Right?» âMobâs on the track and field team at Tokyo U now! Heâs in his second year.â [A wistful sigh]«They grow up too fast⊠I remember when he barely came up to my knee, when he first came into my officeâŠÂ»
THE ARCHIVIST: âThatâs very nice, Mr. Reigen. But if weâre quite finished?â
ARATAKA REIGEN: âWell, I guessââ
THE ARCHIVIST: âWonderful. Why donât you go and wait in the bullpen and Martin will fix you a cup of tea? Weâll be sure to look into this and see if it is anything more than childhood drivel and get back to you, posthaste.â
[Clatter of someone being not so gently guided out of their chair and shown the door]
ARATAKA REIGEN: âOkay? Wait, what does âdrivelâ meaââ
[The door slamming shut in his face cuts off the end of his sentence.]
THE ARCHIVIST: âOh thank God.â
[Slow trudging steps of someone shouldering a burden too heavy for their shoulders and slumping into their chair with more force than strictly necessary. The table squeaks in complaint again.]
THE ARCHIVIST: âI need a pay raise. Some similarities to Naomi Herneâs statement, but honestly I expect thatâs more a result of Mr. Reigenâs sense of melodrama than anything else. Honestly, if Elias expects me to entertain these frivolitiesâŠâ
[A pause. Shuffling as papers and miscellaneous pens and other utensils are shunted aside before audio quality suddenly increases.]
THE ARCHIVIST: âWh-? Whatâs this doing here? And itâsâŠrunning?â
THE ARCHIVIST: âUgh, MARTIN! How many times have I told you, we only have a limited supply of these tapes, we canât afford to leave them running them willy-nilly, honestlyâ!â
[CLICK]
#tma#mp100#the magnus archives#mob psycho 100#reigen arataka#jon sims#mp reigen#jonathan sims#my writing#statement#the lonely#I love the idea of Reigen boasting about his kids at any oppertunity#and this takes place a few years after mp100 ends#so Mobâs at college#while Reigenâs on a wild European tour to deal with empty nest syndrome#I turned it into a fic#surprise!
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Good Stuffâs Best of 2018
WARNING:Â I just want to say cheers to you for making it through another year. I send you best wishes for next year to be fruitful. Thank you, take care out there, and enjoy.
Dedicated to Stan Lee, StefĂĄn Karl and Stephen Hillenburg, the number ones of children entertainment
Bow Whacka Wow, playas and players. 2018 gave us quite a lot to consume while society continues to fumble like a Tumblr update. While hopefully the chaos has died down for the final weeks of the year, Iâm counting down the best cartoons/animations Iâve seen and loved this year in no particular order. Only two rules, no sneak previews of future projects (sorry 101 Dalmatian Street and MP100) and no potential entries from last yearâs list (sorry True). With that said, roll it....
10. UNIKITTY!
I love the Lego Movie. Iâll potentially like the sequel. I like Unikitty. She got a show, and it was a great show to start off the year. Upbeat, colorful, off the walls sometimes, perfectly capturing the spirit of the eponymous character. Iâm glad the other characters are just as enjoyable, I never get tired of the theme song, every episode had me smilinâ one way or another, itâs just a quality bottle of positivity juice. Donât know how else to explain it, Unikitty, the show and character, just makes and continues to make me smile.
9. POP TEA--Â SIKE!
This anime ainât nothing but unfunny randomness and skits with a forgetful arc in the first and final episode. I donât get it, never gonna get it, so I donât want to get it! MORE LIKE POOP TEAM EPIC, ânuff said. Which is why the actual number nine is....
9. BOB EPIC TEAM
Honestly, there is something endearing about the way Bob Epic Team presents itself. The simplicity and variety of its animation is remarkably good and makes it feel timeless sometimes. The comedy works in a way that gives you a clear grasp on the two characters while letting them do whatever they want. The surrealism of this is fun to think about, showcasing a hedonistic philosophy that rivals that of Epicurus. The duoâs chemistry is what especially got me, as they felt like the best of friends, potentially love birds *wink wink*. This anime was just creative in every sense of the word and, like Unikitty, it was a great anime to start of the year.
8. CRAIG OF THE CREEK
The ska is RAH. I honestly find this to be the loose spiritual successor to Hey Arnold and Recess. Like the playground, the creek is a well fleshed out setting with the many characters that hang there, from the TAZ trio to the loving witches of the creek. Though I will say the best episodes are when we get insight on the main threeâs personal lives with their families and when the characters themselves go through a personal trial to understand themselves a little better. The shows thrives in the theme that the creek is a place where you can enjoy getting your hands dirty and work towards something you want, even if it doesnât add to any concrete long term benefit beyond learning a thing or two about yourself and others. And I say for somebody that relates to Craig as a character, thatâs a welcoming thought that the show has yet to perish. And the ska is a welcome choice of music, IMO.
7. THE EPIC TALES OF CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS
Itâs funny in how a little over a year of getting a movie, Captain Underpants gets an animated series with not only original stories in lieu of just animating the already printed stories, but puts it all in a format similar to reading a book with a sardonic narrator and separating the plot of the episode into chapters with subtitle cards; one of the first Iâve seen do this. But really, a âCaptain Underpants cartoonâ is something I canât say would turn out bad, and Iâm right as this is a show that revels in what made CU great in the first place. George, Harold, Melvin, and Mr. Krupp/Captain Underpants are all great characters with the additional supporting cast providing welcome life to the world. Every Incredible Violence Chapter is brilliant in their own right, and while I wasnât a fan of the ending they had for the season, itâs great that almost every episode is self-contained, boosting its replay value. Honestly, any compliment I have for this was already said in my review of this and the movie, so Iâll just say this too was faithful to its source material and benefited heavily for it.
6. GARY AND HIS DEMONS
Rick and Morty done better. BOOM, send tweet! It is safe to say that this was quite the sleeper hit and I canât help but say itâs lowkey one of the best adult cartoons this year next to Ballmastrz and Final Space. And while I certainly appreciate the other two *hint hint* this one got a step above on the grounds that it works as a comedy and a solemn tale of a chosen hero that stumbles through years in the office life. Itâs improv humor feels natural and it can be as melancholic as Bojack Horseman without making it all too deep like so; has a great balance of both. Main man Gary, unlike Rick for the most part, is a guy thatâs both reasonably reprehensible yet pretty relatable. Not to mention, while it was bittersweet, it had a very satisfying finale to where I feel like this was a complete series all together. With a rough art style that compliments itâs tone, this was a series that surprised me in its sharp quality.
5. APPLE & ONION
Iâll admit. Initially wasnât a fan of it as it felt like a knock-off to Regular Show (may it rest). Just had a duo of bros living together, doing mundane labor while coming up with impromptu tunes along the way. Then again, I was gladly proven wrong because the charm of it generally being a simple show, even with every person being food, somehow more regular than Regular Show. Every song they make is upbeat and catchy, all of the characters are endearing, and with only 10 episodes, each one was well paced and had quality writing to the point where I teared up a couple times. It stinks that this and Summer Camp Island have generally been receiving the shaft this year after their premieres, but I'm just glad that they havenât been truly forgotten by CN and are getting more episodes next year. Plus, I love food and this show is about food. Debate over.
4. LEGEND OF THE THREE CABALLEROS
I was familiar yet never saw The Three Caballeros, ironic since Donald is one of my favorite Disney characters. But then, out of the blue, I found this and I was stunned, amazed, confused, nonetheless invested. It has a bumpy start, but itâs a joyous adventure from that start to end. The look of it is something Iâve rarely seen in animation since... freakinâ Wakfu. I love Xandra and I was glad to see her be an active player on the team. The villains are such a hammy delight. And Jose and Panchito were very lively and entertaining foils to Donaldâs cynic nature while all three work as well together like the 3 stooges. Donald himself gets a great arc of his own throughout the season. And the theme, HO MY GOD I LOVE THIS THEME! Itâs a damn shame Disney hasnât released this already (since itâs all online already) because this series is much better than it has any right to be.
3. GOLDEN WIND/VENTO AUREO
I say, the beauty of Jojoâs Bizarre Adventure is that regardless of what part you start from, youâre enthralled into its world and ya feel compelled to dig into it more. Parts 3 was what got me into Jojo, like most I bet, but it was part 5 that got me âOh yeah, this series [just] works on more than levelâ. The characters are what keep me hooked, regardless of Crunchyroll refusing to give their stands proper English names [Zipper Man, CR?], Fighting Gold and Freak ân You will never get old, and David Productions putting great effort into the small details and giving life and style to the original manga. Iâll just say, as one whoâs read and loved the manga, this anime has not ceased to keep me impressed and guessing for more.
2. INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE
Funking superb, you afro having web-slinger. I hate to say it, but 2018 didnât have the most impressive line-up of western animated features. Most were average, entertaining sure, but nothing felt like 110% was given. Until Spidah-Man came on the scene and I was like âWIG...
The only major problem I have with this film, besides a bit of slow pacing, is more of a missed opportunity where the stakes of getting the Spidermen back to their dimensions before dying felt like an afterthought. Then again, thatâs ALL I have for problems. It looks fantastic. The action is smooth, coherent, and satisfying to see. The tiny details and comic book aesthetic of it was a blessed touch. I loved almost every character here. Nick Cage and John Mulaney. The fact that it has so much yet was able to juggle it all blew my mind. Even the post credits scene made this such a love letter to the wall-crawler. This film was refreshing to say the least and the central theme behind the idea of Spider-Man made this as great of a superhero movie as Infinity War and Lego Batman. Just saying, this better make its budget back and THEN SOME. It deserves it.
1. HILDA
Netflix, weâre not on good terms mind you, but ya done did it again. This is honestly one of the few shows that I genuinely took my time with as opposed to binging it, because binge watching is a devil in itself. Like the Spider-verse movie, it got the style of its source material down to cozy colored T with its autumn color palette and etched lining in the characters. Like the Captain Underpants series, while having a grounded arc of Hilda journeying through the city life and her colliding wildlife, each episode can be generally be enjoyed on their own. Like Gary and His Demons, it felt like a complete season and the fact itâs getting a season two made things all the better. But above all, it was a generally peaceful yet captivating fantasy cartoon to watch with incredible animation, an endearing main character, amazing looking folk creatures of all sizes and powers, and a cuddly deerfox for a pet. I say this is to the fall what Harvey Beaks was to the spring, and if I can compare a show to Harvey Beaks you know youâve achieved greatness. Like True and the Rainbow Kingdom, gives you a moment of honest bliss and happiness that can influence your outlook on looking forward to better things because like Hilda herself, you push forward and have some fun exploring.
Just saying, I cannot stress this enough this is NOT my number one favorite show of the year, hell of all time. THAT goes to....
1. đTEEN đTITANS đGO, BABEEEEEEY!!
ONCE AGAIN, Teen Titans GO reigns supre-- Huh, whatâs that? Oh my god, youâre serious?! The Number One is
TOTAL DRAMARAMAÂ OUT OF NOWHERE! IT IS NOW CARTOON NETWORKâS âNEW FAVORITE SHOWâ.
THE STREAK *DING DING DING* IS OVER
#best of 2018#cartoons#anime#animation#Good Stuff#cartoon network#disney#reviews#long post#unikitty#pop team epic#bob epic team#cotc#craig of the creek#the epic tales of captain underpants#captain underpants#gary and his demons#apple and onion#legend of the three caballeros#the three cabarellos#into the spider verse#golden wind#vento aureo#Hilda#hilda the series#hildafolk#TTG#total dramarama#awesome#ye
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I havenât written fic in years, but mp100 and its fandom have inspired me to pick it back up. This was inspired by a post by @mikuhats and I hope you all enjoy!!
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Looking back, Shou realizes he only had himself to blame, but he couldnât have expected the outcome of his actions. Not in a million years.
He was, after all, the one who had broken the silence and occasional clicking of buttons. It was too quiet, and although he knew Ritsu valued the peacefulness if he didnât speak he was probably going to explode.
âHey Ritsu, I got a proposition for ya.â
The boy in question kept his eyes on screen, the only hint that he had even heard the redhead was the small hum of acknowledgement he made.
âFive races in Mario Kart. Whoever wins gets to draw whatever they want on the loserâs face.â
Not his best plan, but the thought of drawing something hilarious (and probably inappropriate) on the Golden Boy of Salt Middle School amused him more than he cared to admit. He practically vibrated in his spot on the floor, though this wasnât out of the ordinary considering he could barely sit still in the first place.
However, he clearly wasnât the only one scheming, as the illuminated screen let him see the corner of Ritsuâs mouth turn up ever so slightly.
âYouâre on.â
They choose their characters (Shou chooses Toad, Ritsu picks Luigi) and their karts (something both boys are very serious about, maximizing their potential to work with their charactersâ strengths). Shou grins, hunching forward towards the television. Heâs ready to kick Ritsuâs ass and have bragging rights for at least the next week, as well as maybe have a photo for him to snicker at whenever he needed it.
Then the races start, and Ritsu annihilates him. Absolutely destroys him. With every green shell that hits Shou at the worst moment, every boost that Ritsu somehow manages to get perfectly, and every time the redheadâs kart flies off the track, Shouâs dreams of embarrassing Ritsu with his epic racing skills fly further and further away from him. Heâs astonished really, Mario Kart is HIS game, and while heâs struggling Ritsu still has that calm smirk that Shou canât wipe off his face despite all his efforts.
At the end, his pride is so battered that he almost forgets his fate, until Ritsu grins triumphantly and turns toward him.
âAlright,â he turns off the game, leaving the home screen as the only light in the room. âWhereâs my marker?â
Shit shit shit shit shit and Heâs going to draw a dick or something like that and Iâm gonna look like an idiot were the two most prominent alarm bells clanging in his head. But heâs not gonna back out, heâs no coward and heâll take his punishment like a man.
Ritsu stood, silently walking towards his desk as to not wake his parents. Rifling through his drawers, he picks up a brown marker, not as noticeable as black would be, but good enough.
He knelt back down in front of his friend, marker uncapped, twirling it between his fingers.
âWhat are you gonna draw?â
Ritsu rolled his eyes, flicking Shou on the forehead. âLike Iâd tell you. Now close your eyes.â
Although this was normally when Shou would make a snarky comment or a half-hearted protest, this time he did it without hesitation. Bright blue eyes closed, leaving Ritsu free reign to unleash whatever chaos his artistic side was feeling that moment, which was truthfully nothing. He had no clue what he wanted to draw on Shouâs face, because he wasnât going to do something basic like draw dicks, there was way too much potential to waste it on something like that.
He inspected his canvas, trying to gain some idea of what to do. Then he spotted them. Shouâs freckles.
The young boy has always been fascinated by them, if he was honest. Shouâs heritage made him look completely different than most people in Seasoning City, a physical representation of his out-of-the-box and fiery personality.
He was struck with an idea, and while it wasnât anything embarrassing or funny, he was gonna have a good time doing it. Leaning in and ignoring the flip flop of his stomach, he pressed the tip of the marker to a freckle on Shouâs left cheek, connecting it to others around, even some on the side of his nose.
Normally, Shouâs mind was running at around 60 miles an hour, chasing and capturing thoughts while some slipped through his fingertips like sand. This time though, it was moving double time, speeding and racing, revolving around one thing.
Ritsu was so close. He can practically feel the boyâs breath on his face. Itâs the only thing he could think about, and his mind took the possibilities and made them into a one hundred meter sprint.
He couldnât stand it, the outside world was so quiet while his mind was buzzing and panicky and loud-
His thoughts, once floating and soaring, plummeted to the ground from the gravity of a hand on his cheek. His eyes snapped open.
âDude wha-â
âI couldnât control the marker calm down,â Ritsu deadpanned, oblivious to the otherâs crisis due to trying to mask his own. âNow close your eyes, you staring at me while Iâm drawing is weird as hell.â
Shou nodded dumbly, for the first time in his life he was completely speechless. His face was rapidly heating to levels he had only felt when his curiosity had led him to touching a candleâs flame when he was young. His heart was thumping so loudly that he was positive Ritsu could hear it and his mind was screaming and Ritsuâs hand was so warm.
He tried to focus on anything other than that stupid hand. The coolness of the floor underneath him, the hushed ticking of the clock in the hallway, the reminder that itâs 1:53 in the morning and heâs never felt more awake in his life, the pins and needles feeling in his legs from kneeling for so long. But nothing worked, because as soon as Ritsu did anything his thoughts focused on him like a moth to light.
Ritsu had moved on from his friendâs cheeks to his nose to just idly doodling on forehead, though his points of reference were quickly disappearing due to Shouâs face and hair becoming the same color. But it didnât matter, he was almost done, and he didnât know why that thought disappointed him. As he finished the final line, he tilted his work from side to side, inspecting his art.
It was cute. Heâs cute, his inner voice corrected.
âOkay, Iâm done.â It came out a whisper, as if he was too nervous to be any louder.
One eye cracked open, then another, and as soon as he saw blue, his breath trapped itself in his throat. Because he realized how close he truly was, inches away from the otherâs face, and his cheeks began to burn.
For a moment, neither spoke or move, daring the other to do something. The challenge hung in the air, mingling with the nervousness and excitement that had been there previously.
As if bored of their game, the earth decided to continue its rotation. The clock sounded. It was 2 am, and the trance was broken.
Both boys backed away from each other. The tension was palpable.
âSo, uh,â Shou started, very interested in his socked feet. âI guess I need to see what you drew. Hopefully something funny or cool, like a creeper.â
He chuckled in an attempt to dispel some of the awkwardness that permeated the room, and he silently thanked Ritsu for playing along.
âYeah. Itâs nothing crazy but itâs better than dicks.â The black haired boy shrugged, trying to maintain his calm facade when really his stomach was turning cartwheels.
Shou headed towards the bathroom, with Ritsu a few steps behind, making sure to avoid waking anyone up.
As soon as he flicked the light switch, the brightness smacked him in the face with an unforgiving relentlessness, and he groaned. He took a moment, blinking rapidly in order for his eyes to readjust to the stark change.
Once he could finally stand to open his eyes, he took in his reflection. There were no dicks, no creepers, and no words. He leaned in closer, inspecting.
His freckles were connected by brown lines to form various little shapes. Constellations. The Big Dipper on his left cheek, the Little beyond that, going up the side of his nose. Cancer dipped from his forehead to a spot above his eyebrow, and Sagittarius stretched from his right cheek to his ear to above his lip. So many constellations littered his skin, and the spaces not connected by brown were covered with planets, as if Ritsu was determined to leave no part of his face untouched. He was transformed into a miniature universe with something as simple as a marker.
He pulled and tugged at his skin, obsessively checking so he doesnât miss a single drawing Ritsu had made. Ritsu observed him from the door frame, bouncing from one leg to another and twiddling his thumbs to suppress his nerves.
Ritsu waited. And waited. The seconds seemed to pass like molasses, idly dripping with no intent on gaining speed. Finally, it was too much. He coughed awkwardly, which brought the redhead back to earth.
âWhat do you think?â His voice cracked on the last word, buzzing with anxiousness.
The redhead looked at him through the mirror, grinning, cheeks a pretty shade of rosy pink.
ââS cute Ritsu. Didnât realize my freckles were such an inspiration.â His teasing was lighthearted, poking his cheek.
Ritsu scoffed, crossing his arms. âWell I figured it would be more fun than just writing âFornite sucksâ or something like that.â His aloof attitude was betrayed by his refusal to look Shou in the eye and a blush that was overtaking his face and ears.
A laugh rang out, genuine and pure and happy. Shou was grasping the counter, shoulders shaking. It was contagious, and just like a lot of his actions, his best friend couldnât resist joining him.
There they stood until their laughs turned to giggles and faded away. Their faces were alight, having laughed more in that moment than either have in a long time.
âWe should probably go to bed. Itâs late,â Ritsu pointed out. Shou nodded, turning back to his reflection, looking at his galaxy.
âI wanna take a picture of it. Itâs really cool,â Shou reached into his pocket, gesturing for Ritsu to get closer.
Opening up his camera, the two grinned for a picture, their cheeks pressed together and Ritsuâs right hand brought up in a peace sign, with Shouâs arm thrown around his shouldner. After taking a few, Shou seemed satisfied, lowering his phone and inspecting the pictures.
Ritsu saw this as a cue to start walking back to his room, reaching to open the bathroom door.
âWait!â Shou grabbed his sleeve, stopping him. They both looked down his grip, Shou dropping his hand quickly and muttering an apology.
âI want to take another picture. None of them turned out quite right,â his voice was uncharacteristically small, and he was stumbling over his words.
Ritsu raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of mood, but obliged. They returned to their previous pose, Shou opening his phone camera once more.
Shou gulped, mentally preparing himself for what he was going to do next. As he continued taking photos, he stood on his tiptoes (Ritsu still had a good two inches on him, a fact he never lets Shou forget) and pressed his lips to his friendâs cheek. He felt the other boy stiffen, and he quickly pulled away.
âThanks for the pictures Ritsu Iâm gonna go to bed now sorry if I made things weird just donât mention it haha,â Shou made a quick exit, willing himself not to kick a wall or scream because he was positive he had messed it up and his first real friend had fallen through.
A calloused hand grabbed his own, and now the tables had turned. He stared down at their clasped hands, then back up at Ritsu, and the fact that Ritsu had yet to speak was killing him inside.
Ritsu silently inched closer, not taking his eyes off Shou, clearly focused.
âDude please donât beat me up Iâm sorry,â Shou stammered, his eyes squeezed shut.
He was prepared for anything really: yelling, shoving, silent animosity, and he was suddenly reminded of his time at Claw in the worst way possible. What he wasnât prepared for, however, was the soft pressure on his forehead.
For the second time that night, his eyes shot open to stare at the esper. He was in complete disbelief.
âIf you wanted a kiss, you couldâve asked,â Ritsu muttered, embarrassed but still sporting a small smile.
The redheadâs jaw opened and closed, trying to form words but only succeeding in staring. He simply nodded, as his vocal cords were obviously betraying him.
âLetâs go to bed. Iâm tired,â Ritsu yawned, tugging their intertwined hands and leading them down the hall. And through his embarrassment and happiness, Shou realized that, as corny as it sounded, their fingers slotted together perfectly.
As they climbed into Ritsuâs bed on opposite sides, allowing sleep to wash over them, Shou realized that this all stemmed from his stupid challenge. He reached up, idly tracing the stars that dotted his face.
Something had changed between the two of them, something they could talk about when the sun was shining. But for right now, each otherâs company was enough.
And if they woke up with their fingers intertwined and their bodies much closer than before, they didnât have to mention it.
#mp100#ritshou#shouritsu#mp100 ritsu#mp100 shou#mob psycho 100#two awkward boys with awkward crushes
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Growing Up
Rating: G Pairing: Background terumob Summary:Â Shigeo decides to branch out a little. Crossposted to AO3: Growing Up
Here's my second stab at @bisexualwinryââs fluff prompts!
On an unrelated note, I've been looking for fellow mp100 writers here with the potential of creating a writer's discord! Specifically I've been looking in the mp100 fandom since that's the one I'm most active in rn but it's open to all fandom writers. I haven't created it yet bc I haven't seen enough interest but I feel like it could be a really fun place for writers to get together, find beta readers, workshop ideas, etc! If you're interested, hmu here on tumblr or my discord (LyssaGirl1998). You can send me an ask or an im, whatever you prefer!
âMaster Reigen,â Shigeo says one day from his spot on the couch in Reigenâs office, âI think Iâd like to learn to play piano.â
Reigen looks up from where heâs tapping away at his keyboard. Itâs still odd to hear Shigeo call him that, after heâd admitted to being a fraud, but despite his insistence that he doesnât need to anymore, he still does anyway. Shigeo reclines against the couch, one leg lifted so that his ankle rested atop his opposite knee. He has a book open in his lap, which heâs been quietly reading up until now.
âPiano?â The voice of Reigenâs unwanted and self-imposed secretary butts into the conversation before Reigen can reply. Tome leans forward in her seat, the seat that used to be Shigeoâs, before heâd stopped coming around as frequently. âWhat would you want to learn something like that for?â
Shigeo shrugs with a small smile, slipping a bookmark between the pages of his novel and setting it aside for now. The smiles are less rare now, more generously offered and less stifled and withheld. âIt was thinking that it could be fun to learn how to play an instrument,â he explains. âI donât have a lot of hobbies, after all.â
Reigenâs more than a little surprised that piano is the thing that Shigeo has decided to pursue. Heâs never seemed like much of the musical type, aside from whatever music he liked to listen to in his free time, and heâd only ever taken interest in a few random activities, like exercising. But heâs in his third year of middle school now, and heâd finally started letting go of the tight hold heâd kept on his emotions for all those years, so itâs only natural for him to want to explore those hidden and repressed sides of himself now. Besides, Reigen finds the idea of careful Shigeo sitting at a piano quite easy to imagine, once he puts his mind to it. âHmm, I think it would suit you,â he comments. âWhy piano, though? Any particular reason?â
âWell, Teru knows how to play, and heâs even offered to teach me a few times,â Shigeo replies, his smile turning a bit more shy and fond with the mention of his boyfriend. âHeâs really talented, and I bet heâs a good teacher.â
At her desk, Tome makes choking noises and pretends to be sick.
Reigen ignores her entirely. âI think itâs a good idea,â he says. Shigeo deserves encouragement and support, and if he wants to try something new, Reigen firmly believes that he should.
Shigeo, at least, seems pleased with the answer, nodding with a confidence Reigen still isnât quite used to seeing before returning quietly to his book. Reigen lets himself stare a moment longer, noting that Shigeoâs gotten taller. It wonât be long before he shoots over Reigenâs head and starts rivaling Serizawa.
He huffs out a breath that ends up sounding annoyed, turning back to his work. These stupid kids, they really do grow up way too fast.
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Teru and Shigeo meet after their club activities often to study and, occasionally, to have a brief piano lesson. Teru canât fit a keyboard in his little apartment, so he comes to Salt Mid instead, and the two of them take up residence in one of the schoolâs open practice rooms in the music wing.
Shigeoâs fingers are inexperienced and uncertain, and heâs quick to doubt the soft way he presses the keys, so different from Teruâs quick and confident playing. Heâs stubbornly dedicated to learning, though, and his ear is incredibly sharp. He picks out his mistakes quickly after he makes them, fingers jerking into the correct positions with little need for Teru to correct them for him. Teruâs quick to praise him for his progress and gentle when he points out his missteps, and they quickly fall into a routine in their lessons of sitting on the bench together, close enough to brush shoulders, Teru leaning over to mess with the music while Shigeo does scales and arpeggios and sight reads the kind of music meant for three-year-olds and pretends not to notice how the proximity makes his chest warm comfortably.
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Ritsu hears Shigeo practice, sometimes, when their mother goes to run errands, their father isnât quite home from work yet, and itâs just the two of them in the house. Usually itâs when Ritsu is up in his room, working on his homework. Heâll catch the faint, distant sound of piano melodies as Shigeo plays whatever comes to mind: random little tunes that Teruâs taught him, old folk songs and nursery rhymes, and occasionally something of his own creation.
The tunes start out rough and shaky, large breaks between bits of the music Shigeo hasnât quite committed to memory yet. Ritsu wonders how he can see so little progress and yet still not find himself frustrated. He shakes his head and goes back to his homework, drowning out the quiet plinks of the piano beneath him with headphones and his own music.
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Shigeo graduates middle school.
Reigen gets invited to come sit with his family for the ceremony, and Teru does as well. They find a seat off to the side, easy to spot but not too overbearing. The ceremony is widely unnecessary, in Reigenâs opinion, and drags on for far longer than he believes it should, but that doesnât stop the rush of unprecedented pride he feels when he hears the principal call Shigeoâs name.
He watches, speechless, as the boy heâs known for the last five years of his life crosses the stage, and hides the fact that heâs on the verge of tears by pretending heâs sleepy and rubbing his eyes. Ritsu shoots him a look that says he sees right through Reigenâs bullshitting, but not even Shigeoâs snarky younger brother can steal his good mood away from him when he eagerly goes to congratulate his student after the ceremony has concluded.
Shigeoâs parents shell out to buy him a nice graduation gift: an electronic keyboard of his own, one that he can easily put up in his bedroom and take with him when he eventually goes off to college. Itâs full-sized, with the nice weighted keys that feel like a real pianoâs, but compact enough that he doesnât need to worry about how much space it takes up. Reigen pitches in to help pay for the accessories as his own congratulations, and itâs beyond satisfying to see the way Shigeoâs eyes light up at the sight of the crisp, new black-and-white instrument already set up and waiting for him when they all go back to the Kageyama house to celebrate.
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Shigeo keeps practicing. He gets better every time Ritsu hears him, his pacing more consistent, repertoire more confident. It makes him happy that Shigeo has found something he likes, that heâs willing to practice and get better at. He hopes he sticks with it.
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Shigeo grows older, taller. His daily exercises with the Body Improvement Club show in the lean muscles he hides beneath the sleeves of the better-fitting high school uniform. His shoulders broaden and his face loses its childishness in favor of more mature, angular features, but it retains its softness in the laugh lines around his eyes and the toothy smile he no longer hesitates to show.
Larger hands and longer fingers make playing the piano that much easier, after the initial adjustment he has to make to account for his newfound clumsiness. He runs into things constantly now, banging his feet on chairs and tables that he swears are too far away to be problematic and hitting his head on low-hanging objects and shelves he used to be able to walk right under. He forgets sometimes that he can reach the high shelves now, the ones even Reigen canât get to unless he uses the little step stool by the pantry.
He joins a music club at his new high school and uses it as his designated practice time, putting his hours into the well-worn pianos in the music room while the other club members hone their own talents all around him. Itâs been months since he first touched a piano, and heâs grown confident and deft in the way he moves his fingers over the keys. He can sight read now, at least certain things. He plays whatever he feels like playing, not confined to classes or grades or any sort of classical training. He picks out song with tunes he thinks sound pretty or interesting and then he recreates them, with or without music, content to play on a whim instead of by necessity.
He never becomes so good at the piano that heâs asked to perform outside of occasional pieces he plays for his friends or classmates at his music club. He learns a few duets, with Teru or with friends who play other instruments, but he doesnât perform in front of large crowds or even attempt to.Heâs perfectly content to play for himself, and only himself.
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Shigeo loves playing the piano. When he feels stressed, itâs an easy way for him to relieve some dormant energy and express those feelings in a productive way. He plays happy things when heâs feeling sad, somber things when heâs feeling contemplative, whatever comes to mind in the moment. He plays easy things and complex things, whatever sounds pleasing to the ear, and challenges himself by picking up pieces that he thinks may be a bit beyond his skill level. He surprises himself by putting in the time and effort into making what seemed impossible his new glass ceiling, and shatters it with every day he pushes himself out of his comfort zone.
Sometimes he plays out loud, for anyone to hear, and other times he plugs in a pair of headphones and plays just for himself. He plays as a break between homework assignments, putting his brain to work in a completely different way, plays when heâs feeling bored and has nothing else to do.
Sometimes he doesnât play at all, too wrapped up in the business of his schedule as he balances occasional work for Reigen with hanging out with Teru and his brother and all of their friends. He never goes too long without playing, though, his attention inevitably going back to the keyboard set up by the window in his room, where he can glance outside at the neighbors walking their dogs down the street while his fingers drum against the plastic keys. Itâs peaceful, and takes his mind off his other concerns.
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When he finally leaves his parentsâ house, he takes the keyboard with him.
#mp100#mob psycho 100#mp100 fluff bomb#terumob#kageyama shigeo#hanazawa teruki#kageyama ritsu#arataka reigen#fanfiction#mp100 fanfic#serendipitousfics
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some thoughts on shou and touichirouâs conversation in ch100
So, as someone who--to oversimplify things--hates her dad, i've always related really strongly to shou ever since that moment he ended a call with his father and immediately congratulated himself on giving his old man a piece of his mind. and unfortunately, "arson gremlin" is a pretty apt description of what i typically see with shou (i swear, you commit one (1) single arson as a ginger and youâre typecast forever) which is a shame bc hes a really great character.Â
However one good thing about the fandom perception of shou is that ive never seen post-manga content where shou /actually/ stopped using his esper abilities after the final arc, despite telling his father he would. Shou promising his father in ch100 that he wouldnt use his powers anymore either always read to me as a false promise made to reinforce touichirou's promise (something ive done with my father on occasion) since, unlike touichirou, shou hasnt done anything wrong with them. rejecting psychic powers like that seemed counter to the narrative of the ???% arc that psychic powers are an intrinsic part of you and--while not all-important or special--are unhealthy to suppress. It might be better for touichirou to avoid using his powers--at least for a while--bc he's shown that he cant be trusted not to let them cloud his judgement even now, considering that he was literally planning to die right in front of his son before the idea of retreat even crossed his mind. However, shou seems to have mostly seen his powers as proof that he had to be the one to bring his father to justice, rather than as a source of ego (iirc shou is one of the few strong espers weve seen that hasnt had some moment of going apeshit over how special and/or powerful they are compared to non-espers). its definitely better for him to be able to explore that aspect of himself now without that burden of false responsibility attached to it. Living life as a normal person and having a healthy relationship with your psychic powers are not mutually exclusive. In fact, thats essentially what we see with mob in the final chapter, him living his normal life while being able to properly express his emotions now that he has a healthier relationship with his powers even when he uses them accidentally. So why not Shou?
Additionally, touichirous line about psychic powers being dangerous and unnatural seemed harsh and odd to me considering the way the narrative of mp100 encourages the audience to see psychic powers. Therefore, in my mind its a sign that touichirou is still not There yet, that his arc is not over even though this is the last time we see him. Bc not everyone can have a completed character arc at the same time. Sure mobâs might be complete, but reigenâs still continues somewhat into the spin-off (although i think that takes place before ch.101 in-universe) and we all know teru should really get a chance to deal with that whole âliving alone in an apartment for years without any non-financial parental supportâ thing. So like, imho i think shouâs arc isnt done either, we just dont get to see it bc a snapshot of a community is never gonna have all its members at the exact same place in their journeys at the exact same time. (not to imply that mob or reigen can't still grow from this point on, it would just be a new character arc)Â
Idk where im going with this since a lot of this was built from thoughts i dumped into the comments of a shou fic i read that got me to finally put some of my shou ideas into writing and then the rest of this just kinda coalesced out of that. (if anyoneâs wondering, the fic was Factory-Made Feelings by Hino and can be found here)
(also there was a bunch of stuff i was gonna include but left out bc i was worried about oversharing, but if anyone is interested in the overshare-y ideas on shous feelings about his father that i cut out ill make another post)
#mp100#mob psycho 100#suzuki shou#suzuki touichirou#mp100 meta#mp100 spoilers#mp100 manga spoilers#my meta#god im so nervous posting this
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INTELLIGENCE ( and generally being absolutely amazing )
Multiple people ( even outside of his family ) have pointed out Ritsuâs intelligence and how he excels in nearly every other aspect of life.Â
Ritsu, a 1st Year ( 13 years old ), is the only one of his grade to place Top 10 in the schools Track Race, where the majority of the other placers were 2 years older than him AND in a club dedicated to extreme fitness. As far as we know, Ritsu is not in any sports clubs, only the student council.
He threatens people just by existing. Makes them feel inferior without any effort.
He is capable of INCREDIBLEÂ feats that anyone would be proud of- but Ritsu does not care about it in the slightest. He is not proud, any of his achievements are unimportant to him. Anyone can study and be smart. Anyone can be good at sports.
But, not everyone can be an esper.
INFERIORITY COMPLEX
Basis -Â the underlying support or foundation for an idea, argument, or process.Â
Having psychic abilities is Ritsuâs standard of the world. If heâs not an Esper, if heâs not like his brother ( bowl cut kid w/ bendy spoon ), heâs not worth shit. Itâs been that way since âbirthâ ( so dramatic ... but since he was a wee thing ok ).
Considering this is pretty much literally self worth, this all speaks for it in itself. Itâs noticed MANY times ( I canât even grab them all ) by otherâs how Ritsu compares himself to his brother and falls short. Itâs noted many times how much better Shigeo is in this area - the only one important to Ritsu - than he is. Ritsu himself is well aware of his inferiority.Â
But the thing is, it doesnât just end at simply feeling inferior to Shigeo and NEEDING to be an Esper to feel like heâs worth anything.
MISC BUT IMPORTANT
Ritsu believes himself to be an irredeemable person and one unworthy of help, and cries when his brother offers his forgiveness without making an effort to earn it because he thinks heâs a bad person. GRANTED, that is a âreasonable reactionâ considering he brutally attempted to disown his brother and goad him into a fight, and abused his position in school to blackmail and frame students. But, nevertheless, thats something very horrible for a 13 year old boy to already be putting himself.
2. Ritsu blames himself for being kidnapped by a terrorist organization that wanted to USE him and people having to come rescue him. He treats it like an inconvenience.
3. Important for later. Ritsu knows when an opponent cannot be beat.
4. Important for later. Ritsu is aware of the extent of his abilities.
FIGHTS.
This speaks for itself. Ritsu knows he canât beat this other kid, but heâs the only one who stands a chance. He puts himself on the line in order to guarantee the other kids can escape. They do, and Ritsu is defeated ( off screen ).
Point 3 and 4 from MISC happen before this, point 4 specifically only happening a few pages before. Even if he hadnât been told he couldnât handle his opponent, heâd already know. He knows heâs a novice. He put himself on the line in order for others to, again, advance. Ritsu is beaten horribly, very nearly couldâve been killed, but escapes fate when otherâs arrive on the scene.
This one hurts me the most. For those unfamiliar with the series, the curly haired, shadowed face, no eyes kid is the same as whited out bowl cut, who is again, Ritsuâs older brother. When unconscious, his brotherâs power ( that has developed itâs own conscious more or less ) breaks free and handles business. The last time Ritsu saw this side of his brother is when they were children and his brother ended up hurting and traumatizing him. It was an accident, but one thats damaged him for years and made him the way he is today.
Takane-san is a girl his brother has a crush on. She is in fact someone who his brother hasnât actually hung out with in YEARS, and itâs more of an admiration crush than anything ( although itâs lasted years as well ). Takane is moving away, and his brother is going to confess. Ritsu knows this, and yet, look at what he thinks.
Ritsu believes if his brother injures his crush, it'll be unbearable. So he believes getting hurt instead is the IDEAL plan. He thinks thatâs his only choice. He doesnât even believe itâll work, he thinks itâll probably work, that it would have to, right? He DOUBTS his brother will CARE about HURTING HIM. Thinks his brother will be more crushed by hurting his middle school infatuation, who again, is moving away and it's unlikely he'll even see again, but it's ok if he'll have to face his broken little brother every day of his life- IF he didn't end up killing Ritsu. Ritsu DOUBTS HIS WORTH AS A BROTHER, AS A PERSON. Again, he thinks sacrificing himself is the only thing heâs good for.
Cliffhanger sorry. VERY shortly after this, we see Ritsu FINALLY give himself some credit by fighting back instead, therefore breaking his mold of âiâm not worth anymore than this,â but Iâm not gonna spoil HOW, itâs too good. Read MP100. I will only say he is on his way to improvement, but itâll take a lot more than one correct judgement to change him in a day. Itâll never leave him entirely, but heâll be able to grow eventually.
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Fanfic projects I am/REALLY WANT to work on
Mob Psycho:
Noir!Takeritsu AU---Okay, so the name is misleading, but I still really love it, and... *drops a month and a halfâs worth of research on the table* I AM TRYING, OKAY GUYS?! Part of me still really wants to make it cyberpunk, or at least near-future, but I always feel weird writing actual sci-fi (as opposed to science-based fantasy) and. That keeps getting in the way. I have 2.5 chapters (and twelve different versions of chapter one fuck my brain fuck my life) and. I. Will. Finish. It. Even if Iâve basically dropped the noir style, because, well, I canât do stylistic writing; I always wind up fussing over my word choice, and wind up losing the project. Bonus Headcanons: *holds up Temporary Roomates, Sickfic, Kissing To Maintain Our Cover, Journey To The Center Of The Mind, Saved By The Power Of Love, and other choice tropes I am way to invested in* ...Itâs gonna be good.
Eldritch!MP100 AU---*distant screaming* I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND NO FUCKING PLOT/NO FUCKING SCENES GODDAMNIT FUCKFUCKFUCK--
BNHA: (Itâs All Iideku, Because We Need More Fucking Iideku)
Color!Soulmates---The AU where the first time you touch your soulmate leaves a colored mark on your skin. Did I rewatch both seasons paying waaaaayyy too much attention to Dekuâs shoulders for this? Yes. Which I why I can tell you that if he kept the handprint on his shoulder a secret (because Iida didnât notice his own mark until after the exam, canât quite place where he got it, and doesnât want to assume or impose on one of his friends... meanwhile Izuku is both embarrassed and intimidated around Iida at first, and so when Iida doesnât seem to know when his own mark showed up on the first day of class, Izuku decides to keep his a secret and just get to know his soulmate a bit first; then he feels guilty for not telling him sooner,) it would take until the SPORTS FESTIVAL for anyone to see it; even then, itâd just be a brief glimpse before Recovery Girl shooed them back out of the nurseâs office. Bonus Headcanons: While marks can form through clothing, skin-to-skin contact causes temporary blossoms of color. Soulmates are expected to call eachother by their first names, and Izuku spends so much time working not to call Iida âTenyaâ by mistake. Even though Iida suspects after the Sports Festival, he doesnât want to make Izuku feel awkward by bringing it up, and canât think of any reason his good friend would keep something like that a secret. Bonus scene in the Stain Arc, because Iida should be able to reach out to his soulmate, but whoops, wait, nope, havenât confirmed that, sorry for imposing Midoriya, Iâl just be going now... Finally talk to eachother about it after Todoroki makes a joke about being jealous, and then basically calls them stupid for not being together by now. (Side-order of Tenkoi--mentioned, if probably not shown--because MY GODS, the Iida brothers would have their soulmarks in exactly the same location, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!)
Haunted!AU---The no-quirk AU where Iida buys a run-down house with a bad reputation, intending to remodel it, only to find heâs not alone in that building. Meanwhile, Dekuâs clearest memory of his life is the moment it ended, trapping him in the prison that is the house on the hill until he can finish his unfinished business... whatever the hell it was. Neither can fully interact with the otherâs version of reality, and are stuck trying to find the places where those overlap so they can make their peace with their new housemate, and maybe learn something about themselves in the process. Bonus Headcanons: Listen, Tenya doesnât believe in ghosts, but he also doesnât want to worry his family, especially when the only logical explanation is that he has completely lost it; time to call in the ghostbusters (aka, Momo, Jirou, and Kaminari, with Todoroki getting dragged along behind them) to reassure him that all of this is real. Deku feels really bad for freaking him out so much. Also, Uraraka is a local medium, not that she really markets that, and her weekend hikes up the hill to chat with Deku are largely responsible for keeping him sane the last few years. It starts out pretty creepy, and then devolves into fluffy remodeling-shenanigans and writing notes on foggy windows and stuff for eachother, but still with that mystery edge? And in the end, when everything else is sorted out and Izuku can wander freely again, the only remaining piece of unfinished business he has left is making sure Tenya is happy, so he sticks around for that.
Stardust!AU---seriouslyoneofmyfavoritemoviesofalltime After Tenseiâs injury, the local healer tells his family that no cure from their world would ever be enough to restore his legs, adding jokingly that theyâd need a fallen star to save him now. Tenya, never the best with humor or irony, tries to find out what that means, and discovers an old legend that different parts of a fallen star were said to have different curative powers (with the heart of it supposedly being able to âcure death itself.â) When, not even a week later, he watches a star streak overhead and disappear across the horizon, he takes off after it in the hopes of helping his brother; he did not expect to find Izuku, a young man with golden freckles, wild hair, and a smile like a sunrise, sitting at the bottom of a crater with two broken limbs. Bonus Headcanons: The Babylon candle is lent to Iida by Yaoyorozou; her grandmother traded all of their familyâs magic for it, but she doubts any of them will ever have a practical use for it (itâs main value is being a magical item that can work beyond the Wall.) Iida doesnât take Izuku prisoner, but he does feel responsible for possibly making his broken limbs worse, and insists on carrying him to the nearest village to get fixed up (not knowing if the candle can transport two people.) Shigaraki wants the heart of a star to heal his ailing master, Aizawa is the captain (âWeâre not pirates--technically, itâs not illegal,â) and like half of 1-A are the crew. Neither Iida nor Deku are the missing prince; Todoroki ran away from home, and has been in hiding for the last few years, and will be just one of many people they encounter along their journey as I pull in the book for more character rolls and a longer timeframe!
Pain!Soulmate AU---This AU is actually twofold. The first is that different people find their soulmates in different ways--all the classics, you know, the color-touch, color-sight, words-on-your-skin, TiMER, etc.--and the one between Tenya and Izuku is the one where you share pain. The second is that All Might was too slow saving Izuku from the Sludge Villain, and poor Midoriya wound up in a coma, while also having an out-of-body experience. Being smart boys, he and Iida had worked out a way of communicating through their bond (light pinching and scratching is no more self harm than writing notes on your skin... I have had this argument with people before about the pain-bond soulmates thing, Iâm not having it again. Theyâd both have a book of morse code or something in their hands by the end of the first year, and you know it!) but have both always sorta relished in the mystery of the whole thing, and so never actually exchanged names or addresses or anything... they agreed to meet either on the day of the entrance exam, or the first day at Yuuei if the crowds thwarted them ten. When that first day rolls around, and Tenya is finally beginning to lose the last bit of hope that maybe heâs wrong, maybe his soulmate has just been... busy, or something, finally moved away from whoever hurt them, and thatâs why they havenât responded in ten frickinâ months, heâs distracted from his misery by a friendly boy he meets at the bus stop on his way out of school; a boy who seems to have an involuntary perception-altering quirk, because no one else can see him. Bonus Headcanons: Izuku can still feel Tenyaâs pain in his current state, but without any nerve endings, Tenya canât feel his. Izuku canât interact with anything that has weight, but after Uraraka uses her powers on a pencil, he befriends both her and Tsuyu by writing notes to them. Things play out very differently for the first years, because there is no Deku in their class. No, I have no fucking idea how to handle the Stain arc. SUFFER WITH ME.
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fic: enough for now
mp100 | reigen + ritsu, AU, 1.2k
small followup to my series our endless numbered days, wonât make much sense without reading that. contains manga spoilers. latest omake brought back feelings for their dynamic in this series albeit itâs very different. takes place a year or so after the last part. prompted by @fish-tetris.
warnings for mentioned major character death and injury.Â
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âYou donât have to look so tense,â Reigen said. âI only have to keep on the full cast for, what, two to three weeks? And then itâs just a forearm cast. Thatâs workable.â
Ritsu didnât answer, or lift his eyes off the floor. His arms were folded tightly across his chest, one foot balanced on the narrow lip of the hospital chair while the other stretched out across the ground. His legs were too long for anything- a sudden growth spurt had ruined Ritsuâs usual self control, with limbs he still didnât know what to do with. Reigen had been pretending for months not to notice him creeping up to his eye level, but still in this moment he suddenly seemed very small. He watched Ritsu chew the inside of his mouth, his foot bobbling against the plastic seat.
âItâll be good for business,â Reigen added, when Ritsu chose to neither respond nor relax. âTell customers that we survived fighting a monstrous spirit. Make us seem tough. Willing to endure what the average person canât.â
His mouth twitched. âOr,â Ritsu said without looking up, âitâll make us look incompetent for not being able to defeat a spirit without getting injured.â
Reigen paused. His arm still ached inside the cast- he could feel where the spirit had wrapped around his forearm and begun to constrict. It had been seconds of blinding, excruciating pain, and Reigen had felt it begun to move across his ribcage- then a burst of sharp, frightened aura had exploded across Reigenâs vision and the spirit had been gone. The pain hadnât left with it.
He needed to say something. The silence had stretched on too long. Reigen should never have allowed it to form in the first place.
âWell,â he said with enough abruptness that Ritsuâs eyes finally moved off the floor, âit depends on how you frame it. If you talk about it like that, then thatâs what theyâll think. Itâs all about presentation, Ritsu.â
Ritsuâs eyes went back to the floor, at some laser-focus point to the left of his shoe. âYou would say that,â he muttered.
He looked washed out underneath the hospital lights, with dark shadows scored underneath his eyes. The vague, constant worry at the back of Reigenâs head over whether he slept well and ate enough pushed forward again. Reigen kept his fingers from tapping against the still drying plaster of the cast. âAnd,â he said, âI donât know if you knew this, but Iâm actually left handed. Learned to write with my right hand when I sprained my wrist, so thatâs not an issue either. Thereâs really no need to look so melancholy. Serizawaâll do enough worrying for all three of us. Not a big deal.â
âYou wouldnât keep saying itâs not a big deal if it wasnât a big deal,â Ritsu said. His shoulders were rising up around his neck.
âI wouldnât have to keep saying it if youâd stop looking so dour,â Reigen said. âCome on. You really saved me, you know? Doctor said I probably wouldnât have been able to use this arm again if itâd been any worse.â
Ritsu settled his elbow on his knee, and his face on his palm. There was no relaxation in the pose, just sharp edges pushing into each other. His fingers twitched along the curve of his cheek. âYeah, well,â he said. âWouldnât have happened at all if my brother had been here, so.â
The words became a dry, cracking thing as they reached the end, vanishing into almost nothing as he spoke. The room was suddenly loud. Reigen was too aware of the squeak of the examination table underneath him, along with the merry hum of the fluorescent lights and the tap-tap-tap of Ritsuâs scuffed up shoe. The pain in his shattered arm felt loud, too. Everything from his fingertip up to his shoulder ached.
âYou canât think like that,â Reigen said, voice too quiet to drown out the noise.
âI know.â
âIt couldâve still happened with Mob. It could have happened with Serizawa too. We didnât know that spirit was there. It surprised us. You did what you could.â
âI know.â
âAnd you did save me, Ritsu. You did. Thatâs all that matters.â
Ritsuâs chin drew in, digging further and further into his palm. He still wasnât looking at Reigen. Â âI know.â
The last time a spirit had attacked Reigen while Ritsu had been there on his brotherâs request, there hadnât been any of this. The spiritâs bite had left nothing more than large bruises that had turned purple and then faded. Ritsu had apologized coolly with a bland disinterest that Reigen had assumed was an indelible part of his personality, and that had been that. It had never mattered so much before.
Reigen sagged forward on the examination table. All he wanted, suddenly, was to be out of this hospital. He wanted to walk out the doors, go to his apartment and take a long hot shower without worrying about the water bill. Then heâd wear his ugliest, most comfortable t shirt and sleep without thinking about when heâd have to wake up. But his apartment was too far away to walk to, he couldnât get the cast wet, and he had work in the morning anyway.
He blew air out of his mouth, watching Ritsuâs studious frown. âYou should go home,â Reigen said, and once again Ritsu looked up at him in blank surprise. âSerizawaâs coming to pick me up after he gets out of his classes. Iâll be fine. You have school tomorrow, and youâre not doing anyone any good by sitting there glaring at the tiles.â
After a few seconds of staring at Reigen, Ritsu shook his head. âIâm not leaving until he gets here,â Ritsu said.
Reigenâs mouth formed a smile that felt hollow. âHah,â he said. âYou like hospital chairs that much? Good for posture, if youâd sit up straight in one.â
Ritsuâs shoe tapped a few more times, until finally stopping decisively against the ground. âLike you have any room to insult my posture,â Ritsu said. âAll you do all day is slouch in that desk chair.â His tone didnât quite match the words. But there was almost a biting retort around the long crack in his voice.
Reigen sighed. âI see,â he said. âYou want to stay so you can just insult a poor invalid.â
âYouâre not an invalid,â Ritsu answered with more immediacy. Â âIf you were I wouldnât have to go to work. Iâm not lucky enough for that.â
âYouâll have to do a better job at not saving my life, then,â Reigen said. He pushed himself firm against the plaster wall, wincing at the sound of his back popping. âAh- there. See? Perfect posture.â
The barest hint of a smile was pushing across Ritsuâs face. Reigen listened to his answer, came up with his own, until the smile was more than a hint, until Serizawa pushed through the door with his loud, room filling worry that drowned out a constantly fresh pain, until they all finally, finally went home. It was, as always, not quite enough.
But it was enough for now.
#reigen arataka#kageyama ritsu#mob psycho 100#mp100#our endless numbered days#enough for now#me: [abruptly remembers i have a writing blog i can post short things on]#major character death /#injury /#fanfiction
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WIP MEME
LIST ALL THE THINGS YOUâRE CURRENTLY WORKING ON IN AS MUCH OR LITTLE DETAIL AS YOUâD LIKE, THEN TAG SOME FRIENDS TO SEE WHAT THEYâRE WORKING ON. THIS CAN BE WRITING, ART, VIDS, GIFSETS, WHATEVER.
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Got tagged by @ghoststrawberries and dude you have no idea what you got into I have too many wips.
I am the literal king of WIPs because my attention span is absolute shit so itâs gonna be long. Â Als Iâm icing my wrist and am not responsible for typos. Â Iâm doing this one handed with my non-dominant hand. Â Also like 90% of these are mp100 /shrugs/
I tag @brostrid @zombie-x-lover @thesleepiestsheepy @chapticker @bitter-like-coffee but only if they wanna do it
ART
My interpretation of WOnder Woman I started like months ago. Â I was told once that part of the Amazonian myth was that they would cut off their right boob to make shooting arrows easier. Â Still kinda dig that.
Rough thumbnails of a Sailor Moon watercolor series I wanna do inspired by Alphonse Mucha. Â And to give me an excuse to use my sparkly watercolors lol
Something I did as part of an art trade that Iâd love to transfer and paint. Â I just love sleepy platonic cuddles cut me some slack. Â More mp100
Some sketches for mp100 chibs Iâd like to maybe make as charms. Â Theyâre all floating in bubbles idk I thought it was cute
Comic of a YYHxMP100 crossover where Reigen and Yusuke are old classmates and Yusuke keeps trying to coax Mob to work for the spirit world/fight him. Â Thereâs a fieldtrip to the demon world so Mob and Ritsu can have fun/fight Yusuke. Â Idk mate.
A page of Reigenâs with Kinda Sibling Rivalry!Reigen and Dimple. Â I was working on inking it during down time at work when I got injured so IDK WHATâS GONNA HAPPEN GODDAMN. Â But I kinda want Reigen and Dimple to be petty and antagonistic to each other.
The second piece of a series Iâm doing on the ~darker~ meanings of flowers from a Victorian book.  This one is âfragileâ
/fuckin ojou laugh/ OHHOHOHO SO THIS my dudes is a sketch I did during a sleepless night after a series of âwhat ifsâ with a dnd mate.  Itâs an Age Swap-Gravity Falls! Mp100 au.  It wasnât actually gonna be a thing but I started writing an outline for fun and shared it with another dnd mate and now itâs gonna be a thing??  Itâs a collab fic and holla holla chicken mcdolla I am EXCITE.  Iâm outlining it and writing a few parts. Â
Basically Mob is in place of Ford, Ritsu is Stan, Mogami is Bill and Serizawa and Reigen as Dipper and Mabel.  Seri is Ritsuâs ânephewâ.  Theyâre related but theyâre not sure how.  Kinda like âweâre just gonna call each other cousins because I donât know what else to call youâ deal.  Reigen aspires to be a Paranormal Investigator (and is completely unaware that his idol is actually Ritsu.).  Trust me dude itâs gonna be good, angsty and goofy fun I am SO EXCITE.  Like my dude the finale is gonna be fuCKIN PAIN.  Iâm so excited.
the sketch of a request I took
Vent art that I did and wanna transfer and paint
6ft (comic that may end up being written)
Okay so I just have a thing for Mob going missing for ~reasons~ but I really dig this idea because Iâm diggin some of the plot twists. Â But basically Ritsu, Teru and Shou are led to believe that Mob is dead and itâs Reigenâs fault (and theyâre partially correct). Â But nobody knows who Mob is. Â So the hunt begins.
Baby Mob
More of a series of drawings but basically Mob is cursed and turns into a baby. Â Reigen is 100% honest that he has no idea how to take care of kids and Dimple has to help. Â Dimple also apparently makes for a great toy for teething psychics. Â Learn something new every day, huh? Â Oh but Reigen gets really excited that he can say fuck again lol.
FANFIC cause Iâm a fuckin NERD
The Knife
Not the actual title but itâs the one I already talked about.  I donât wanna give too much away but Teruki is in place of Lil Giddeon.  Heâs a showman who is also a thug and he extorts local businesses for âprotectionâ against spirits under his control.  Heâs fab as fuck.
Mob comes back RIPPED. Â Like heâs fuckin SHREDDED. Â But heâs also super cautious because boy has seen some shit while in the In Between. Â Heâs basically not sure what is real any more because ~spoilers~.
Shou has a raccoon son named Touichiro and I S2G Sandr if you change this weâre gonna have WORDS.
Also Ritsuâs powers manifest and automatically takes the form of brass knucks because....I just....think theyâre cool okay itâs law theyâre cool fuckin fite me mate
Hands
Based off of a post I made about Mob having scars on his hands and body. Â Teru like hearing about them but it gets angsty. Â /SHRUGS/ Â Sorry my dude but before I stopped (and then started again) writing everything I touched was angst. Â Fluff is really new to me. Â This can be read as shippy or theyâre just really close friends. Â Kinda up to the reader.
Dive
This....idk mate. Â This might end up being written. Â It WAS gonna be a comic but now that my wrist is fucked I might write it. Â Itâs the spiritual successor to my fic How to Lose Your Psychic but...itâs completely different in tone and there is pain. Â Mob disappears and is missing for about a year. Â Itâs not a good year for all parties involved.
Burning World
Iâve already started this one but goddamn itâs looking to be a long one. Â I donât want to spoil it because it kinda relies on some suspense but there IS a reason why people are disappearing and a reason some people are not.
Some OCs are gonna be showing up fairly soon so Iâll tell you the notes I have about them.
Lieutenant(or Agent w/ a bg in the military) Reeves- assitant to Director Weaving, Head of the Bureau for Paranormal and Psychic Research. Â Reeves is stoic, duty before dishonor. Â Sequel=some serious regrets hoooooooooboooooooooooy
Weaving is A+ prick.
And from my notes cause I love ya
âSHUT UP!â Â Takenaka yells without turning around. Â âStop acting like you donât understand! Â It happened so just shut up!â Â He leaves for camp.
And~~
Serizawa gasps, eyes wide with mouth agape. Â âItâs goneâ
âWhat?â
âItâs-his...itâs gone.â
âYou have to be more specific.â
âKageyamaâs...his aura. Â Itâs gone. Â Itâs never been-the only reason it should-would disappear is...â
He looks at Reigen. Â Neither of them want to finish the thought.
âWeâll find him.â
Sleep Over
Another one Iâve already started and is actually almost done!! Â But it could have a sequel or two if thereâs interest. Â Idk. Â But Mob has a nightmare, Ritsu is terrified and Reigen handles it. Â If there is a sequel Mr. Fluffernutter will make a reappearance. Â So does his mom but I need a name for her;;;;
Remaining Ashes
A direct sequel to Burning World. Â There is more pain and it is delicious. Â Thereâs gonna be some OC spirits and their bg is sad but REALLY important to the entire story. Â Government experimentation man, whatcha gonna do?
Oh hereâs an excerpt (forewarning for uh...blood and stuff):Â
Mob sees. Â He sees blood. Â He sees bone.
His blood. Â His bone.
Heâs laying on a metal table with only a towel draped across his lap for privacy.  His skin is cut, folded back on itself leaving bone and muscle exposed.  Mobâs eyes go wide and his mind goes blank.
Fight
Literally just that. Â A brief study on the dynamic between Teruki and Ritsu as well as an excuse to write a fight scene because I NEED IT. Â God I just need to write a fight scene Iâm gettin itchy
/SHRUGS/ I think...thatsâs it??? Â God idk. Â Thereâs probably more that I canât think of. Â I kinda wanna do a sequel to Cold Ramen but idk. Â Canât think of anything yet.
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All It Does Is Take: Chapter 1
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2Â | Chapter 3Â | Â Chapter 4Â | Chapter 5Â | Chapter 6
Ritsu had been oddly subdued thus far, gazing at the complicated transmutation circle with a furrowed brow.
âDo you see something wrong with it?â Mob asked. âIâve triple checked all of my calculations, but I could have missed something.â
Ritsu stayed silent for a moment, seeming to hesitate, before saying, âN-no. I was⊠just wondering about her soul. What do we have to offer that could possibly be equivalent?â
To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. And on that day, they lost more than their fair share. Now the Kageyama Brothers are on a mission. A mission that might cost them everything they have left.
I just recently watched Mob Psycho 100 and fell completely in love, so I decided to write something that has been on my mind for a while: an FMA/MP100 crossover. I'm very new at this, so don't be afraid to comment on anything you think I should fix or any ideas that you have, just please be nice!
Alchemy is the science of understanding, deconstructing, and reconstructing matter. However, humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. This is the law of equivalent exchange. And back then, this was our only absolute truth.
âWater 35 liters, carbon 20 kilograms, ammonia 4 liters, lime 1.5 kilograms, phosphorous 800 grams, salt 250 grams, saltpeter 100 grams, sulfur 80 grams, fluorine 7.5 grams, iron 5 grams, silicon 3 grams, and trace amounts fifteen other elements,â Mobâs soft voice rang out in the quiet basement, âThatâs everything.â
Ritsu had been oddly subdued thus far, gazing at the complicated transmutation circle with a furrowed brow.
âDo you see something wrong with it?â Mob asked. âIâve triple checked all of my calculations, but I could have missed something.â Mob trusted Ritsu enough to fix anything that Mob messed up. Ritsu was smart, and had a keener eye for the smaller details that Mob might have overlooked.
Ritsu stayed silent for a moment, seeming to hesitate, before saying, âN-no,â Mob tilted his head to the side, a bit worried. Ritsu didnât usually stutter. âNo. Your alchemy is as amazing as ever. I was⊠just wondering about her soul. What do we have to offer that could possibly be equivalent?â
Oh. It seemed Mob was worrying for nothing again, as he normally did when it concerned Ritsu. The hesitancy was gone by the end of Ritsuâs statement, and he brought up a good point, as usual. His little brother was probably just a bit nervous, they were about attempt human transmutation, a taboo. Mob would be having second thoughts too, if he was with anyone other than Ritsu, the smartest person he knew, and if it was for anyone other than their mother.
âOh, right.â Mob had almost forgotten about the soul data. âWell, since we got our blood from herâs, I figured a few drops would be enough. A fair trade.â He proceeded to pull out a small knife and prick his finger, not noticing Ritsuâs wince, and let some blood seep into the mixture of human ingredients he had rattled off earlier. It was a bit amusing to Mob, the fact that everything you needed to create a human body could be bought with a childâs allowance. Mob held out the knife to Ritsu. âUm, here. I mean, if you want to. I wonât make you, but-â
âItâs okay, Nii-san.â Was Ritsuâs natural response to reassure his brother. Mob wasnât really known for his eloquence, but Ritsu was good at understanding, even when Mob couldnât articulate properly. Ritsu took the knife and went through the same motions Mob had. âItâs only a papercut. We get those all the time.â He ended the statement with a small (strained) smile.
Mob was uncomfortable with the fact that Ritsu had to get hurt, even if it was just a cut⊠but this was for their mother, and Ritsu was just as onboard with this plan as he was.
âOkay, then. I think weâre ready.â Mob kneeled on the stone floor and placed his hands on the outer rim of the circle. Ritsu stayed standing, once again gazing at the symbols and writings that they had spent years deciphering and understanding and learning to make. He then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and crouched down to join his brother. Mob figured Ritsu was excited to finally be reaping the benefits of their hard work, like he was.
The alchemic reaction started up, sending blue lightning shooting through the air and lighting up their faces. Mobâs heart started hammering with the excitement that he figured Ritsu must be feeling as well.
It was finally happening. After months of training and studying, he and his brother were finally going to do it. They were going to get their mom back, and he wouldnât have to stand on his own anymore, or be strong for his little brother, because he was just so tired of being strong. He smiled widely, and - with alchemy in the air, his mother coming back, and his brother at his side - he felt nothing but pure ecstasy and happiness for a short, precarious moment.
Then his joyful little bubble was shattered with the pain that began, radiating white-hot throughout his left leg. Mob screamed out, collapsing onto the cold, hard stone beneath him. He looked down to see ribbons of black attached to and dissolving his leg, leaving only a white imprint in itâs wake. The burning suddenly morphed into something icy cold that traveled all the way up his leg starting at his toes, stopping at mid-thigh, and leaving a numb nothingness in itâs wake. It was all Mob could do to think clearly enough to try to work out what exactly had gone wrong.
âI-it canât be⊠a rebound?â
âNii-san! Nii-san!â All concern for the reasons behind their failed reaction and his own well-being were immediately removed from Mobâs mind as he looked up to see Ritsu in much the same situation as himself except on his entire body, little black hands attached to the ends of ribbon-like arms, spiraling up his arms and body and face, breaking Ritsuâs body apart in a manner that was much like a failed alchemic reaction, making his skin look like paper mache. He was being dragged up into something that Mob couldnât seem to make out.
âRitsu!â
âNii-san, please!â Ritsu - calm Ritsu that always seemed to have a plan, that had a cool head in any situation - looked scared, eyes wide and panicked and starting to fill with the beginning of tears. He reached out with the only hand he had left, and Mob - with energy he didnât know he still had - reached out to Ritsu in turn.
âNii-san! Nii-san, help!â
Ritsuâs arm was dissolving, all the way down to his fingertips.
âNo! Ritsu!â
Mob was so close. So close-
âNii-san!â
âRITSU!â
Then there was a bright, white light, blinding Mob for a second, before it was gone, leaving behind darkness only tempered by one remaining light bulb. The other light had been snuffed out.
When Mob opened his eyes, it was to a white landscape, seeming to stretch forever in every direction and yet, at the same time, could also be the size of his own small bedroom. A mind trick. And the only abnormalities in the flawless nothingness were himself and an odd humanoid figure that was sitting facing him.
âRitsu? Wait, what was I doing?â Mobâs head was feeling oddly fuzzy. âWhat justâŠâ
âHello,â The dark figure spoke suddenly, voice sounding akin to static on a radio. Mob shivered slightly as he looked into the blank white eyes, because it looked like a shadow of himself, flickering in and out of existance like a flame on the wick of a candle. A candle that you couldn't blow out even if you wanted to. A candle that may seem harmless, but could burn an entire house down if left unattended.
Mob quickly swallowed back his fear. âUm, hello⊠how are you doing today?â He never did like small talk all that much - by the end of the conversation he usually felt like he messed up somehow - but he was willing to be polite. He just hoped he wouldnât accidentally insult the... person. Mob seemed to do that a lot. âWhatâs your name?â
The being tilted its head, black hair floating around it as if in water. âYou should learn to ask the right questions. I am here today because you played god. And failed. And now, you face the consequences. That is what I am doing today.â
Mob was confused.
âHm⊠As for your second question, I am known by many names. I'm the World. I'm the Universe. I am God. I am Truth. I am all. I am one. And I am also... you.â The Truth pointed at Mob with one dark finger, and a gate that Mob hadnât even realized was right behind him was opened with a resounding clang.
âYou have dared to knock on the door. Now, the door is open.â Mob slowly turned around to face what his gate contained and was met with a single, wide-open eye, facing sideways to fill the entire length of the door that was at least three times Mobâs own height. And from the depths of the blackness behind it, tendrils of black shot out to grasp at his arms and body, dragging him towards the unknown from whence they came. Mob wondered what was beyond the gate. For once in his life, Mob decided he would rather remain ignorant.
The figure-Truth-stood, glancing down at its body and examining its hands. "Though, you are certainly an interesting case, aren't you?"
Mob couldn't do anything but scream as the hands continued to drag him backward.
Truth remained seemingly indifferent, but finally addressed Mob again, saying, "This may not be what you wanted, but it is what you asked for. Word your question better next time.â
Then the doors slammed shut, cutting off Mobâs screams. Thatâs when it suddenly felt like all of the worldâs information was being poured into his brain all at once. âNo! Itâs too much! Please, itâs too much!â He saw everything. âPlease, stop! Stop it!â He saw everything. And it wouldnât stop, pushing his mind to the brink of shattering, because he was just human. He couldnât handle this.
His brain felt like it was about to burst, the weight of millions of secrets and absolutes just about crushing him. That was the moment when, just for an instant, it all became clear. The Truth⊠of everything.
But then the gate was clanging back shut behind him and Mob was right back in front of Truth like nothing had happened. But something had happened, and Mob needed answers. So he started a conversation with a stranger, which was kind of new.
âI see now.â Mob stated. âMy human transmutation theory wasnât wrong. It was just missing something. But it can be done, and all the answers are right here. Can you please, maybe⊠show it to me again?â
The dark figure stood. âIâm afraid not. Iâve already shown you all that I can with the toll you paid.â
âUm⊠what do you mean by toll?â
âStill asking the wrong questions. Surely you know?â Mobâs eyes widened in horror, because he did know. That was the same moment that Mobâs world went sideways, and the last thing he heard was, âIt is equivalent exchange, right, little alchemist?â
And suddenly Mob was looking at his basementâs stone ceiling, clutching at his thigh where his leg should have been. Mob couldnât help but think about how stupid he had been, thinking that some blood could be equivalent to a human soul, because a soul was special, but blood was easy to get. Too easy. Evidence by the red liquid that endlessly flooded through his fingertips and onto the floor. He knew, distantly, that this was a bad thing that he should be worrying about, but all that he could feel was the cold spot next to him where his little brother should be.
âRitsu?â But no one else was there. The only remains of Ritsu were his clothes on the ground beside him. For the first time ever, Mob was completely alone.
âRitsu.â Mobâs voice was choking up. âRitsu, please, where are you?â But Mob knew where Ritsu was. He wasn't here, because in Mobâs quest to get his mother back, he had crossed a line, a line into a territory that had cost him the only family he had left.
No. No. Mob would not accept that. He knew what he needed to do.
But it hurt. It hurt like nothing he had ever felt before. But Mob didnât stop until he had dragged himself over to the suit of armor in the corner, knocking it to the ground with a clang that made his ears ring and echo with something other than his own heartbeat. With shaking, bloody hands, Mob drew the most important transmutation circle he had ever and would ever make again on the inside of the armor, at the nape of the neck.
âNo, please - Donât take him too! Damn it, heâs my brother! Take anything that you want, anything. Just GIVE HIM BACK!â
Mob took all of his pain and sorrow and determination and desperation and used it all in one single clap. The lights of the transmutation were different this time, rainbow-colored and seeming to created an aura around Mob the blood seal he had made, lifting his hair until it looked like it was floating underwater. This only lasted for a brief second, before the light was gone along with his right arm and his hair sat flat on his head again. Now all Mob could do was wait and hope that he wouldnât have to be alone forever.
#mob psycho 100#mp100#fanfiction#fullmetal alchemist#fullmetal alchemsit brotherhood#fma#crossover#my writing#cass' post#mob#shigeo kageyama#ritsu#kageyama brothers#the story is sad right now but it will get better#maybe#fma au
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7,14,16,19,20
Thanks for the ask! A sorry has to come first cuz I had to reverse the order to 7-16-19-20-14. Thing is No. 14 went outta control so plz forgive me;)
7: Whatâs the most hilarious moment to you?
Hanazawa. Teruki. Ochimusha. OMFG. Not only did I learn a new word but itâs Genius humour from ONE. Awesome Idea. Hands Down. The way I laughed that day like no other last year. Just Perfect. Manga and Anime likewise the scene will never be forgotten by me. NEVER.
16: What would be your first or basic psychic skill (telekinesis, pyrokinesis, hydrokinesis, ect)?
HYDROKINESIS. HYDROKINESIS. HYDROKINESIS (explanation why is here)
19: Would you hone your basic psychic skill or try to learn different ones?
Yes. Yes to both. Iâd follow in my sonâs footsteps: Teru. Iâd just learn from everyone and everything. After Hydrokinesis Iâd just learn the other three elements and basically become the avatar of this world. Someone has to do it.
20: Would you try to use your psychic powers for personal gain or only if you had to?
Itâd be a shame not to use such power, right? Like personal gain to arrive early to places, or maybe flying instead of using transport to save money, or maybe invisibilityâŠfor the right purposes ofc. So, yes within reason that it doesnât harm or kill anyone in any possible way. But Iâd love to use my powers freak out my family and friends for fun though. I mean, wouldnât you?
14: Are there any MP 100 fanfics you HAVE to rec?
Yup, here we go. Bear with me cuz itâs long but itâs not my fault the MP100 fandom has good fics. I kinda feel spoiled. I canât rec âem all. So hereâs a few among many. Â
(Order is: General, Sakuyama, Ekurei, Serirei, Ritshou, and ofc TeruMob)
General
Temporary Accommodations by Originia is superb. Characters in character, dramatic moments, serious moments, intriguing moments. The body mind switch thing between Reigen andâŠ? Yeah, itâs well written.
Three by Ravenesta is extremely excellent. Sensational to me. It has this as the summary on ao3: â The staff of Salt Middle School consider Kageyama Shigeoâs third emergency contact.â IF youâre not hooked like I was then I donât know what to say.
Groceries by @crescentmoonrider is also superb. This writerâs background on Teru is extremely thought out well. The way itâs written grabs your attention.
9.8 meters per second by exogenesis is fantastic. The way Teru is explored in this fic is perfect, haunting, and real.
Silver and Gold by Sifl / @onepunchmusical is also fantastic. This writer gives me my quota of Reigen & Teru interaction. The Reigen & Teru with a touch of Mob is exactly what Iâm after. I mean it.
ah, young love! by @dreamyâdark by is terrific. Thank goodness this writer brought more Reigen & Teru to mp100. This Reigen & Teru with a hint of Mob is wonderfully written. Love their nosy Reigen. I have no complaints.
This fic by @paperficwriter is splendid. I am a sucker for Reigen when heâs doing his father-role with Mob. The bond between them is so sweet in this.
Sakuyama
Maybe by power (teii) is also terrific. Itâs not shippy but itâs not not shippy. Itâs awesome. Itâs Sakurai and Koyama dealing with things life after Reigenâs badassery, and it touches my soul and makes me want to explore them more. This writer has hooked me on them dangerously well.
Ekurei
1 by slutreigen (pleasejustno) is extraordinary. Donât let the authorâs name fool you but they write these two well. The subtly in the relationship kills me every time. But the banter in this fic 2 âŠitâs gooood. One day soon I know Iâll end up shipping ekurei.
Serirei
This Place is Big Enough for Two of Us by WritingIsMyCoffee is also extraordinary. The writerâs made it real and itâs gets real in this fic.
flower language by matsunoble is wonderful. Reigen is a freakinâ florist! It drives me crazy. This fic gives me life. Florist!Reigen is the best.
Ritshou
The Time of Change by SpringZephyr is also wonderful. Itâs the sweet, real teen-like, funny fic on them Iâve ever read.
Aubade by Ravenesta is amazing. Itâs Ritsu, Shou, College AU, Slow Burn and both of them decide toâŠwell, Iâm not telling you. Please read this yourself ;)
ANYTHING that is Ritshou by allthingsunrelated OR by krypkaktus (Regndoft) is also amazing.
Terumob [OTP]
Teen Spirit by @potato-eating-intensifies is impressive. The writer wrote one my fav AUâS in MP100. This delinquent!au gives me so much inspiration. Characterisation is handled really well, especially delinquent!Mob. The teen angst and frustrationâŠloved every moment reading it. You should read it too. Like now.
asleep and constantly floating away by theholychesse is magnificent. Itâs on-going, and Iâm officially addicted, and it has PRE HUMILITY TERU AND MOB. Itâs kinda my wormhole!terumob wish come to life. And Mob in this fic is, wellâŠitâs a shock. Read this please. I CANâT stress this enough.
And Under Your Breath (You Spoke of Innocence) by @terubi is also impressive. Nothing but excellence. So in character for my fav espers.
STANDING ON A BOX FULL OF STARS by @peanut-jars is brillant. Makes me say wow again and again and again. Itâs short, sweet, and special. I can not not tell the world about this.
I Need Him by Kinyve is also brilliant. Itâs Shou, Mob, and Ritsu crushing on my fav Teru. Heâs the wanted protagonist weirdly enough. Growth by Kinyve is brilliant too plus college au, and on-going. One of my favs as you can see.
On The Other Side by tofuandnuts is remarkable. Seriously. Itâs like the 1st age swap au on AO3 plus the first one I read, and still great as ever. Characterisation and relationships are handled well. Teen Reigen in this is a freakinâ joy!
Wake by @amaranthinecanicular is a must-read. This age swap AU has the word Hanazawa Shigeo in the summary. How can I resist? Relationships in this fic are gorgeously explored and Reigen is the MVP in this. Heâs so precious. Teruâs job cracks me up but itâs becoming a real hc for me now. You canât persuade me otherwise.
Turning Slowly by sorrow_key is also a must-read. This writer writes Mob like they have the blueprints to hi. The layers added to Mob were killing me. We are like literally inside his head! The addition of Teru and thoughtful use of other characters was beautifully done.
A Half A Spoonful of Sugar by bikeaesthetic aka @kageyamashigeo  is worthy of my heart, soul, and mind. One of the first terumob fics I ever ever read. Still fantastic to read again when Iâm in need of cavities.
A Way With Words by entrenched is beautiful. I canât take it. Plus the writer did a series. And the ending? My heart was failing and starting all at the same time.
Heat and Light by classicteacake is also beautiful. Gosh, the way they write just takes pieces of my soul I never knew I had.
Chick Flicks are Poor References for Romance by @fireflysummers is delightful. It seriously seriously is. Characterization for terumob is spot on.
If You Love Me, Wonât You Let Me Know by @one-trash-man is also delightful. Title itself speaks volumes. I was hopeless. I couldnât resist and I donât regret a thing. Pretty art goes with the fic too.
how the light gets in by iapetuses is also splendid. One of the tags the writer used was âoblivious teruââŠThat is the kind of swap realisation idea I adore in terumob fics. Let Teru be the clueless one. Btw the ending still kills me.
The end.
#mp100 ask meme#yes i know i took this meme far too seriously#but ppl deserve to know how great they are#and how they've ruined me by just using words#im pathetic
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Thoughts on the MP100 English dub. Episode seven.
âat the same time Ritsu was mistaking Dimple for some sort of creepy looking balloon...â
and thus White T Poison was born
which always sounded like a heavy metal band to me
like you gotta love how they thought Mob was this tower of intimidation and strength and heâs really the nicest kid in the universe and always drinks his milk
as a side note wikipedia still doesnât list Shinjiâs voice actor for some reason
âwhat is that? some kind of talking jellyfish looking thing?â
the true OTP, Ritsu/Silver Wear
I should have named my Abra in Pokemon Moon after Ritsu instead of Mob
âsurpass my brother?â and this is why Iâm convinced Fubuki from OPM and Ritsu are the same person, one just happened to wear a maid uniform at some point
Iâve always liked the sort of crosshatch detailing on that picture of Ritsu
âin fact he seems oddly happyâ woman plz
ugh donât harass Saitama, heâs trying his best
oh my God even MP100 wiki doesnât cite Shinjiâs voice actor, am I the only one who cares?
âso they either became drunk with power, feeling a delusional sense of accomplishment, or they suffered greatlyâ Iâm really not fond of how the narrator said this, I just rewatched this part in Japanese and I feel like that narrator spoke with a better tone
âI see, corruption and guilt, those are the thing that become fuel for my powersâ take a break Ritsu youâre like twelve
I guess now is as good a time as ever to say that I do like Ritsu, but these episodes make it difficult
I think the better moments with his character take place after the point the anime ends so letâs add him to my list of reasons I want a second season
once we get to the last few episodes of the anime I think his development reaches a good place, but for now his behavior makes me cringe especially knowing the consequences they have for Mob
speaking of characters that went through a difficult phase, its ya boy Teru
and his hair is beautiful
âI know you think youâre really special, its hard looking at someone who reminds me of the way I used to beâ that was literally two episodes ago
Teru and Ritsuâs handshake is one of my favorite moments, its such a good way to show how out of his league Ritsu is
âhaving trouble standing are you, youâre so youngâ arenât you literally a year older than him Teru?
âno his brainâs not huge, that was a wigâ
this lady, when I first watched this episode I think I expected her to be Reigenâs sister
everyone says it, but I love that Reigen doesnât even react to being called Mobâs guardian
âyou mean that huuuuuuge piece of junk? no way its worth thatâ and this is why Chris Niosi is a good replacement for Takahiro Sakurai
no one out bullshits the bullshit master
I want Chris Niosi to come to Anime Boston
âyou get off on this, donât youâ Ritsu youâre JUST figuring this out?
âin the end it made us both popularâ but...Ritsu already was popular
âI on the other hand have obtained a much bigger worldâ Ritsu go lay down
you get what you deserve Shinji
like okay I know Ritsu isnât aware of the target heâs painting on Mob, but it still happened because Ritsu didnât give the consequences of his actions a momentâs pause, he didnât stop to consider if this could effect his brother
like thank God he learns his lesson and doesnât pull this shit again
âbecause Iâve lost my limits, Iâve obtained lossâ he said the thing!
âits you, what are you doing Ritsu?â
if its one thing to really take away from these episodes with Ritsu its that people get so caught up in themselves that they donât stop to consider the impact their decisions have on those around them, I know weâre not supposed to be on Ritsuâs side but he really needed to learn his lesson and thank God he did
âI recommend the convenient Option A with the Blu-Ray setâ Reigen just give me a damn release date, Iâm not joking when I say Iâll buy it
tune in next week where we see why Mob won for Best Fight and Best Action in the Crunchyroll awards
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