#and this takes place a few years after mp100 ends

[shadowonwater]

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)

[crystalv01d]

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 what’s going on, and what he should do. serizawa can’t entirely understand the situations, and he doesn’t know what to think as it’s happening, but he sees innocent people, hurt. and he sees suzuki at the center of it. and he sees the man’s 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 they’re looking around, they see a sign.

“Spirits and Such Consultation Office”

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 he’ll be after another year in the psychic business, how he’ll probably job hop again, thinking about what his next job will be,, maybe he’ll be a PI for a little while.) but before he can ask how he can help them, he’s caught off guard by the state the two him are in. he tells them they seem like they’ve 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 they’re 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 they’re both really scared, and not sure what to do. sho explains that to him they don’t 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 doesn’t 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 they’d 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 he’ll teach them how to use their powers in a way that won’t be scary or bad for anyone.

reigen also takes it upon himself to asks serizawa if he’s sho’s 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 he’ll 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 they’ll 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 that’s much later, and also the idea of going to night school specifically was reigen’s)

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 he’ll share what little information he had) and ask his wife of sho’s whereabouts (even though they hadn’t 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 lageyama’s doorstep.

under the guise of an “esper councilor” 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 suzuki’s involvement, shigeo’s 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 didn’t 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 suzuki’s guidance mob’s 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 suzuki’s 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)

[jinzouactor]

thanks for the fic rec! Mogami trauma is very fertile character building ground and it’s so blown past in the series…I mean I know mp100 isn’t 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 it’s 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 ...

[acerodons]

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. Didn’t 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 – 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.

 “I’m back!” Seri spoke with a cheer in his voice, taking off his own shoes. “Sorry for being late, the class ran over like it does every Friday.”

 There was a grunt in reply. Reigen gave a nod. “Yeah of course.”

 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.

 “Taka-“

 Reigen could feel the eyes on him and at once started painting his cover. “So how was school? Learn anything interesting?” His balled hand rose to give a few gestured as he prattled on. “You know, soon you’ll be far enough to tutor Mob. Heard you are working with Shou. Funny how it all comes back to you like that.”

 “Yeah.” Seri blinked, looking down at the floor. “I’m shocked but pleased how fast I caught back on.”

 “See? Like riding a bike.” A forced laugh from Reigen. “Expect with books and math. And way too many essays.” He sat up more in the couch, posture still ridged. “Say, are they still assigning those? I remember getting a pile over the weekends. Made it hard to do anything else.”

 “Well, not many this weekend. More starting projects.” 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. He’d lie in Seri’s 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.

 “I know you can smell it.” Reigen was staring at the floor too, hands still in his lap. He shot a glance over to Seri. “I only finished one. Started the second and was-“ He paused, his hands tensing into fists, “so disgusted with myself I threw it on the ground.” Forcing a grin he met Seri’s eyes. “Imagine me, wasting a cigarette like that?”

 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.

 “You’re so tense. Come here.”

 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 Reigen’s neck.

 “It was such a long week. Between that angry patron and those two twins  and the new electric bill and-“ Reigen started gesturing again, the tension in his arms trying to free itself through his fingers but only getting trapped

 “You don’t have to explain anything.”

 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 other’s company. In the idle time, Seri took to using his powers to tidy up a bit of the apartment – 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.

Reigen’s voice came in such a muffed whisper Seri could barely hear it.

 “I’m so glad you’re home.”

 Seri could still feel the tightness just from gently stroking Reigen’s back. He gave a long exhale, hoping he could be as good at this as his boss.

 “You’ve told me a few times-“ He paused, trying o find the right words “That it’s ok to be wrong. I mean, like this.” Seri exhaled again, more of a frustrated sigh. “Pain, hurt. It’s a part of life and not some terrible sin.” He glanced down at Reigen. “Sorry. You said it far better than me.”

 “Nothing wrong with suffering, nothing wrong with stumbling. “Reigen mumbled into Seri’s chest. “If you never had a bad day you wouldn’t be alive.” He gave a snort. “Sounds corny now that I hear it myself.”

 Seri looked down, meeting Reigen’s sleepy gaze. “It’s not that corny.”

 Regien grinned back, their lips growing closer. “Yes it is.”

 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.

 “You’re getting better at this.” Reigen was smiling wide now, his whole face not afraid of hiding his emotions.

 “And you are still too tense.”

 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, Seri’s 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 Reigen’s 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.” 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 Seri’s 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.

 “Hey! What?”

 Reigen sat up, a fit of amusement and rage mixing with the heat in his chest. In the end he cracked a smile.

 “Suya. You can’t be serious.” Reigen shook his head.

 Seri was still writing, his paper having a small diagram of Reigen’s neck with notes around it.

 Hands engulfed the notebook. “How about you take notes after?” Reigen took the pen and paper away, leaving them to fall to the floor. “I’m sure there’ll be much more to learn tonight.”

 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.

[staysaneathome]

Statement #3 of the Reigen Files (Name Pending)

[CLICK]

ARATAKA REIGEN: “Oh, a computer! Nice, nice, very nice.”

[A clatter of someone dropping into a chair with two much force. The table squeaks as it is nudged out of alignment.]

ARATAKA REIGEN: “How-eh-how’s the, «what’s the word again…» the recorder?”

THE ARCHIVIST: “Fortunately, its cover was just cracked and the tape was fine, no thanks to you.”

ARATAKA REIGEN: [Sucking in air through teeth.] «C-crap.»

ARATAKA REIGEN: “I can pay for a new one?”

THE ARCHIVIST: “It’s fine, Mr. Reigen. Just, just try not to gesticulate too wildly this time, alright?”

ARATAKA REIGEN: “Eh, what is ges-gesti—?”

THE ARCHIVIST: “Oh, damn, uh…Movement. No big movement, like this, right?”

[There’s a faint sound of a hand smacking against plastic.]

THE ARCHIVIST: “Ow! Oh, damn—”

ARATAKA REIGEN: “Sims?”

THE ARCHIVIST: “…At least the laptop’s screen’s fine. So, so no big movement like that, got it?”

ARATAKA REIGEN: “No big movement! Got it!”

[Another clatter as something else on the table is hit.]

THE ARCHIVIST: “…Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”

THE ARCHIVIST: “Statement of Arataka Reigen, regarding…” [Weary Sigh] “…Regarding 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.”

ARATAKA REIGEN: “Well, I want to say it was maybe…3rd grade in elementary school?”

THE ARCHIVIST: “I beg your pardon?”

ARATAKA REIGEN: “Elementary?” «I’m sure that’s the right word…» “The school you go to when you’re…eight, I think?”

THE ARCHIVIST: “Oh, you mean primary. Right, okay. Please continue.”

ARATAKA REIGEN: «…Okay… I could’ve sworn it was…anyway,» “I 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 didn’t 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 everyone’s 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 they’d 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 kinda…«what’s the word…» fuzzy? Like I was in a…«mist», you know? When clouds come down to where you can see and it goes all white?”

THE ARCHIVIST: “You mean foggy?”

ARATAKA REIGEN: “Foggy!” «That’s the word, I need to remember that for next time…» “Yeah, yeah, foggy. And I am in the foggy, staring at all these people, but they are hard to see. Hard to hear. Almost like I’m the only real person and they’re just…extras? Like in a movie? And I’m really, really hungry, and I’m wishing I had some…some 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, my…«…I 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 weren’t 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 aren’t them, and that’s okay. But when you’re an adult, and you have a kid like that, you gotta do your best to be like Tanaka-sensei was to you to them. It’s 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. Tome’s allergic to peanuts though, so she prefers cheese and egg sandwiches.”

ARATAKA REIGEN: “I have some pictures of Mob in his club, wanna see?

THE ARCHIVIST: “That’s quite alright Mr. Reigen, I—”

ARATAKA REIGEN: [Clearly ignoring his protests] “Yeah, 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 here—”

THE ARCHIVIST: [Slightly desperately] “Is this really necessary—”

[Slightly tinny sound of a video being played through a phone’s speakers. There’s 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. Reigen’s voice calling out for Mob is much louder than anyone else’s.]

THE ARCHIVIST: “Ah. How lovely.”

ARATAKA REIGEN: «Right?» “Mob’s on the track and field team at Tokyo U now! He’s in his second year.” [A wistful sigh]«They grow up too fast… I remember when he barely came up to my knee, when he first came into my office…»

THE ARCHIVIST: “That’s very nice, Mr. Reigen. But if we’re quite finished?”

ARATAKA REIGEN: “Well, I guess—”

THE ARCHIVIST: “Wonderful. Why don’t you go and wait in the bullpen and Martin will fix you a cup of tea? We’ll be sure to look into this and see if it is anything more than childhood drivel and get back to you, posthaste.”

[Clatter of someone being not so gently guided out of their chair and shown the door]

ARATAKA REIGEN: “Okay? Wait, what does ‘drivel’ mea—”

[The door slamming shut in his face cuts off the end of his sentence.]

THE ARCHIVIST: “Oh thank God.”

[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: “I need a pay raise. Some similarities to Naomi Herne’s statement, but honestly I expect that’s more a result of Mr. Reigen’s sense of melodrama than anything else. Honestly, if Elias expects me to entertain these frivolities…”

[A pause. Shuffling as papers and miscellaneous pens and other utensils are shunted aside before audio quality suddenly increases.]

THE ARCHIVIST: “Wh-? What’s this doing here? And it’s…running?”

THE ARCHIVIST: “Ugh, MARTIN! How many times have I told you, we only have a limited supply of these tapes, we can’t afford to leave them running them willy-nilly, honestly—!”

[CLICK]

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff’s Best of 2018

WARNING: 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, Stefán 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, I’m counting down the best cartoons/animations I’ve 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 year’s list (sorry True). With that said, roll it....

10. UNIKITTY!

I love the Lego Movie. I’ll 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. I’m glad the other characters are just as enjoyable, I never get tired of the theme song, every episode had me smilin’ one way or another, it’s just a quality bottle of positivity juice. Don’t know how else to explain it, Unikitty, the show and character, just makes and continues to make me smile.

9. POP TEA-- SIKE!

This anime ain’t nothing but unfunny randomness and skits with a forgetful arc in the first and final episode. I don’t get it, never gonna get it, so I don’t want to get it! MORE LIKE POOP TEAM EPIC, ‘nuff 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 duo’s 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 three’s 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 doesn’t 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, that’s 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

It’s 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 I’ve seen do this. But really, a “Captain Underpants cartoon” is something I can’t say would turn out bad, and I’m 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 wasn’t a fan of the ending they had for the season, it’s 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 I’ll 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 can’t help but say it’s 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. It’s 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 that’s 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 it’s tone, this was a series that surprised me in its sharp quality.

5. APPLE & ONION

I’ll admit. Initially wasn’t 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 haven’t 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 it’s a joyous adventure from that start to end. The look of it is something I’ve rarely seen in animation since... freakin’ 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 Donald’s 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! It’s a damn shame Disney hasn’t released this already (since it’s 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 Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure is that regardless of what part you start from, you’re 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 “Oh yeah, this series [just] works on more than level”. 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 ‘n You will never get old, and David Productions putting great effort into the small details and giving life and style to the original manga. I’ll just say, as one who’s 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 didn’t 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 “WIG...

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, that’s 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, we’re 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 it’s 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 you’ve 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. 👏TEEN 👏TITANS 👏GO, BABEEEEEEY!!

ONCE AGAIN, Teen Titans GO reigns supre-- Huh, what’s that? Oh my god, you’re serious?! The Number One is

TOTAL DRAMARAMA OUT OF NOWHERE! IT IS NOW CARTOON NETWORK’S ‘NEW FAVORITE SHOW’.

THE STREAK *DING DING DING* IS OVER

[dualwieldingrollingpins]

I haven’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t speak he was probably going to explode.

“Hey Ritsu, I got a proposition for ya.”

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.

“Five races in Mario Kart. Whoever wins gets to draw whatever they want on the loser’s face.”

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 wasn’t out of the ordinary considering he could barely sit still in the first place.

However, he clearly wasn’t the only one scheming, as the illuminated screen let him see the corner of Ritsu’s mouth turn up ever so slightly.

“You’re on.”

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 characters’ strengths). Shou grins, hunching forward towards the television. He’s ready to kick Ritsu’s 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 redhead’s kart flies off the track, Shou’s dreams of embarrassing Ritsu with his epic racing skills fly further and further away from him. He’s astonished really, Mario Kart is HIS game, and while he’s struggling Ritsu still has that calm smirk that Shou can’t 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.

“Alright,” he turns off the game, leaving the home screen as the only light in the room. “Where’s my marker?”

Shit shit shit shit shit and He’s going to draw a dick or something like that and I’m gonna look like an idiot were the two most prominent alarm bells clanging in his head. But he’s not gonna back out, he’s no coward and he’ll 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.

“What are you gonna draw?”

Ritsu rolled his eyes, flicking Shou on the forehead. “Like I’d tell you. Now close your eyes.”

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 Shou’s face, because he wasn’t 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. Shou’s freckles.

The young boy has always been fascinated by them, if he was honest. Shou’s 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 wasn’t 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 Shou’s left cheek, connecting it to others around, even some on the side of his nose.

Normally, Shou’s 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 boy’s breath on his face. It’s the only thing he could think about, and his mind took the possibilities and made them into a one hundred meter sprint.

He couldn’t 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.

“Dude wha-“

“I couldn’t control the marker calm down,” Ritsu deadpanned, oblivious to the other’s crisis due to trying to mask his own. “Now close your eyes, you staring at me while I’m drawing is weird as hell.”

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 candle’s 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 Ritsu’s 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 it’s 1:53 in the morning and he’s 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 friend’s cheeks to his nose to just idly doodling on forehead, though his points of reference were quickly disappearing due to Shou’s face and hair becoming the same color. But it didn’t matter, he was almost done, and he didn’t 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. He’s cute, his inner voice corrected.

“Okay, I’m done.” 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 other’s 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.

“So, uh,” Shou started, very interested in his socked feet. “I guess I need to see what you drew. Hopefully something funny or cool, like a creeper.”

He chuckled in an attempt to dispel some of the awkwardness that permeated the room, and he silently thanked Ritsu for playing along.

“Yeah. It’s nothing crazy but it’s better than dicks.” 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 doesn’t 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.

“What do you think?” 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.

“‘S cute Ritsu. Didn’t realize my freckles were such an inspiration.” His teasing was lighthearted, poking his cheek.

Ritsu scoffed, crossing his arms. “Well I figured it would be more fun than just writing ‘Fornite sucks’ or something like that.” 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 couldn’t 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.

“We should probably go to bed. It’s late,” Ritsu pointed out. Shou nodded, turning back to his reflection, looking at his galaxy.

“I wanna take a picture of it. It’s really cool,” 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 Ritsu’s right hand brought up in a peace sign, with Shou’s 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.

“Wait!” Shou grabbed his sleeve, stopping him. They both looked down his grip, Shou dropping his hand quickly and muttering an apology.

“I want to take another picture. None of them turned out quite right,” 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 friend’s cheek. He felt the other boy stiffen, and he quickly pulled away.

“Thanks for the pictures Ritsu I’m gonna go to bed now sorry if I made things weird just don’t mention it haha,” 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.

“Dude please don’t beat me up I’m sorry,” 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 wasn’t 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.

“If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve asked,” Ritsu muttered, embarrassed but still sporting a small smile.

The redhead’s jaw opened and closed, trying to form words but only succeeding in staring. He simply nodded, as his vocal cords were obviously betraying him.

“Let’s go to bed. I’m tired,” 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 Ritsu’s 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 other’s company was enough.

And if they woke up with their fingers intertwined and their bodies much closer than before, they didn’t have to mention it.

[serenlyss]

Growing Up

Rating: G Pairing: Background terumob Summary: Shigeo decides to branch out a little. Crossposted to AO3: Growing Up

Here's my second stab at @bisexualwinry​‘s 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!

“Master Reigen,” Shigeo says one day from his spot on the couch in Reigen’s office, “I think I’d like to learn to play piano.”

Reigen looks up from where he’s tapping away at his keyboard. It’s still odd to hear Shigeo call him that, after he’d admitted to being a fraud, but despite his insistence that he doesn’t 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 he’s been quietly reading up until now.

“Piano?” The voice of Reigen’s 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 Shigeo’s, before he’d stopped coming around as frequently. “What would you want to learn something like that for?”

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. “It was thinking that it could be fun to learn how to play an instrument,” he explains. “I don’t have a lot of hobbies, after all.”

Reigen’s more than a little surprised that piano is the thing that Shigeo has decided to pursue. He’s never seemed like much of the musical type, aside from whatever music he liked to listen to in his free time, and he’d only ever taken interest in a few random activities, like exercising. But he’s in his third year of middle school now, and he’d finally started letting go of the tight hold he’d kept on his emotions for all those years, so it’s 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. “Hmm, I think it would suit you,” he comments. “Why piano, though? Any particular reason?”

“Well, Teru knows how to play, and he’s even offered to teach me a few times,” Shigeo replies, his smile turning a bit more shy and fond with the mention of his boyfriend. “He’s really talented, and I bet he’s a good teacher.”

At her desk, Tome makes choking noises and pretends to be sick.

Reigen ignores her entirely. “I think it’s a good idea,” 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 isn’t quite used to seeing before returning quietly to his book. Reigen lets himself stare a moment longer, noting that Shigeo’s gotten taller. It won’t be long before he shoots over Reigen’s 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.

---

Teru and Shigeo meet after their club activities often to study and, occasionally, to have a brief piano lesson. Teru can’t 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 school’s open practice rooms in the music wing.

Shigeo’s fingers are inexperienced and uncertain, and he’s quick to doubt the soft way he presses the keys, so different from Teru’s quick and confident playing. He’s 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. Teru’s 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.

---

Ritsu hears Shigeo practice, sometimes, when their mother goes to run errands, their father isn’t quite home from work yet, and it’s just the two of them in the house. Usually it’s when Ritsu is up in his room, working on his homework. He’ll catch the faint, distant sound of piano melodies as Shigeo plays whatever comes to mind: random little tunes that Teru’s 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 hasn’t 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.

---

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 Reigen’s opinion, and drags on for far longer than he believes it should, but that doesn’t stop the rush of unprecedented pride he feels when he hears the principal call Shigeo’s name.

He watches, speechless, as the boy he’s known for the last five years of his life crosses the stage, and hides the fact that he’s on the verge of tears by pretending he’s sleepy and rubbing his eyes. Ritsu shoots him a look that says he sees right through Reigen’s bullshitting, but not even Shigeo’s snarky younger brother can steal his good mood away from him when he eagerly goes to congratulate his student after the ceremony has concluded.

Shigeo’s 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. It’s full-sized, with the nice weighted keys that feel like a real piano’s, but compact enough that he doesn’t need to worry about how much space it takes up. Reigen pitches in to help pay for the accessories as his own congratulations, and it’s beyond satisfying to see the way Shigeo’s 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.

---

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 he’s willing to practice and get better at. He hopes he sticks with it.

---

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 can’t 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. It’s been months since he first touched a piano, and he’s 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 he’s 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 doesn’t perform in front of large crowds or even attempt to.He’s perfectly content to play for himself, and only himself.

---

Shigeo loves playing the piano. When he feels stressed, it’s an easy way for him to relieve some dormant energy and express those feelings in a productive way. He plays happy things when he’s feeling sad, somber things when he’s 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 he’s feeling bored and has nothing else to do.

Sometimes he doesn’t 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. It’s peaceful, and takes his mind off his other concerns.

---

When he finally leaves his parents’ house, he takes the keyboard with him.

[arotakaacegen]

some thoughts on shou and touichirou’s 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 you’re typecast forever) which is a shame bc hes a really great character. 

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 mob’s might be complete, but reigen’s 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 “living alone in an apartment for years without any non-financial parental support” thing. So like, imho i think shou’s 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) 

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 anyone’s 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)

[littlebrotherkun]

INTELLIGENCE ( and generally being absolutely amazing )

Multiple people ( even outside of his family ) have pointed out Ritsu’s intelligence and how he excels in nearly every other aspect of life. 

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 INCREDIBLE 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 - the underlying support or foundation for an idea, argument, or process. 

Having psychic abilities is Ritsu’s standard of the world. If he’s not an Esper, if he’s not like his brother ( bowl cut kid w/ bendy spoon ), he’s not worth shit. It’s been that way since “birth” ( 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. It’s noticed MANY times ( I can’t even grab them all ) by other’s how Ritsu compares himself to his brother and falls short. It’s 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. 

But the thing is, it doesn’t just end at simply feeling inferior to Shigeo and NEEDING to be an Esper to feel like he’s 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 he’s a bad person. GRANTED, that is a “reasonable reaction” 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 can’t beat this other kid, but he’s 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 hadn’t been told he couldn’t handle his opponent, he’d already know. He knows he’s a novice. He put himself on the line in order for others to, again, advance. Ritsu is beaten horribly, very nearly could’ve been killed, but escapes fate when other’s 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, Ritsu’s older brother. When unconscious, his brother’s power ( that has developed it’s 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 hasn’t actually hung out with in YEARS, and it’s more of an admiration crush than anything ( although it’s 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 that’s his only choice. He doesn’t even believe it’ll work, he thinks it’ll 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 he’s 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 “i’m not worth anymore than this,” but I’m not gonna spoil HOW, it’s too good. Read MP100. I will only say he is on his way to improvement, but it’ll take a lot more than one correct judgement to change him in a day. It’ll never leave him entirely, but he’ll be able to grow eventually.

[msfcatlover]

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 half’s 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 I’ve basically dropped the noir style, because, well, I can’t 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* ...It’s gonna be good.

Eldritch!MP100 AU---*distant screaming* I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND NO FUCKING PLOT/NO FUCKING SCENES GODDAMNIT FUCKFUCKFUCK--

BNHA: (It’s 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 Deku’s shoulders for this? Yes. Which I why I can tell you that if he kept the handprint on his shoulder a secret (because Iida didn’t notice his own mark until after the exam, can’t quite place where he got it, and doesn’t 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 doesn’t 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, it’d just be a brief glimpse before Recovery Girl shooed them back out of the nurse’s 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 “Tenya” by mistake. Even though Iida suspects after the Sports Festival, he doesn’t want to make Izuku feel awkward by bringing it up, and can’t 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, haven’t confirmed that, sorry for imposing Midoriya, I’l 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 he’s not alone in that building. Meanwhile, Deku’s 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 other’s 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 doesn’t believe in ghosts, but he also doesn’t 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 Tensei’s injury, the local healer tells his family that no cure from their world would ever be enough to restore his legs, adding jokingly that they’d 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 “cure death itself.”) 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 family’s magic for it, but she doubts any of them will ever have a practical use for it (it’s main value is being a magical item that can work beyond the Wall.) Iida doesn’t 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 (“We’re not pirates--technically, it’s not illegal,”) 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, I’m not having it again. They’d 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 he’s wrong, maybe his soulmate has just been... busy, or something, finally moved away from whoever hurt them, and that’s why they haven’t responded in ten frickin’ months, he’s 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 Tenya’s pain in his current state, but without any nerve endings, Tenya can’t feel his. Izuku can’t 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.

[ruthiswriting]

fic: enough for now

mp100 | reigen + ritsu, AU, 1.2k

small followup to my series our endless numbered days, won’t make much sense without reading that. contains manga spoilers. latest omake brought back feelings for their dynamic in this series albeit it’s very different. takes place a year or so after the last part. prompted by @fish-tetris.

warnings for mentioned major character death and injury. 

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“You don’t have to look so tense,” Reigen said. “I only have to keep on the full cast for, what, two to three weeks? And then it’s just a forearm cast. That’s workable.”

Ritsu didn’t 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 Ritsu’s usual self control, with limbs he still didn’t 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.

“It’ll be good for business,” Reigen added, when Ritsu chose to neither respond nor relax. “Tell customers that we survived fighting a monstrous spirit. Make us seem tough. Willing to endure what the average person can’t.”

His mouth twitched. “Or,” Ritsu said without looking up, “it’ll make us look incompetent for not being able to defeat a spirit without getting injured.”

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 Reigen’s vision and the spirit had been gone. The pain hadn’t 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.

“Well,” he said with enough abruptness that Ritsu’s eyes finally moved off the floor, “it depends on how you frame it. If you talk about it like that, then that’s what they’ll think. It’s all about presentation, Ritsu.”

Ritsu’s eyes went back to the floor, at some laser-focus point to the left of his shoe. “You would say that,” 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 Reigen’s 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. “And,” he said, “I don’t know if you knew this, but I’m actually left handed. Learned to write with my right hand when I sprained my wrist, so that’s not an issue either. There’s really no need to look so melancholy. Serizawa’ll do enough worrying for all three of us. Not a big deal.”

“You wouldn’t keep saying it’s not a big deal if it wasn’t a big deal,” Ritsu said. His shoulders were rising up around his neck.

“I wouldn’t have to keep saying it if you’d stop looking so dour,” Reigen said. “Come on. You really saved me, you know? Doctor said I probably wouldn’t have been able to use this arm again if it’d been any worse.”

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. “Yeah, well,” he said. “Wouldn’t have happened at all if my brother had been here, so.”

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 Ritsu’s scuffed up shoe. The pain in his shattered arm felt loud, too. Everything from his fingertip up to his shoulder ached.

“You can’t think like that,” Reigen said, voice too quiet to drown out the noise.

“I know.”

“It could’ve still happened with Mob. It could have happened with Serizawa too. We didn’t know that spirit was there. It surprised us. You did what you could.”

“I know.”

“And you did save me, Ritsu. You did. That’s all that matters.”

Ritsu’s chin drew in, digging further and further into his palm. He still wasn’t looking at Reigen.  “I know.”

The last time a spirit had attacked Reigen while Ritsu had been there on his brother’s request, there hadn’t been any of this. The spirit’s 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 he’d wear his ugliest, most comfortable t shirt and sleep without thinking about when he’d have to wake up. But his apartment was too far away to walk to, he couldn’t get the cast wet, and he had work in the morning anyway.

He blew air out of his mouth, watching Ritsu’s studious frown. “You should go home,” Reigen said, and once again Ritsu looked up at him in blank surprise. “Serizawa’s coming to pick me up after he gets out of his classes. I’ll be fine. You have school tomorrow, and you’re not doing anyone any good by sitting there glaring at the tiles.”

After a few seconds of staring at Reigen, Ritsu shook his head. “I’m not leaving until he gets here,” Ritsu said.

Reigen’s mouth formed a smile that felt hollow. “Hah,” he said. “You like hospital chairs that much? Good for posture, if you’d sit up straight in one.”

Ritsu’s shoe tapped a few more times, until finally stopping decisively against the ground. “Like you have any room to insult my posture,” Ritsu said. “All you do all day is slouch in that desk chair.” His tone didn’t quite match the words. But there was almost a biting retort around the long crack in his voice.

Reigen sighed. “I see,” he said. “You want to stay so you can just insult a poor invalid.”

“You’re not an invalid,” Ritsu answered with more immediacy.  “If you were I wouldn’t have to go to work. I’m not lucky enough for that.”

“You’ll have to do a better job at not saving my life, then,” Reigen said. He pushed himself firm against the plaster wall, wincing at the sound of his back popping. “Ah- there. See? Perfect posture.”

The barest hint of a smile was pushing across Ritsu’s 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.

[rusalnaia]

WIP MEME

LIST ALL THE THINGS YOU’RE CURRENTLY WORKING ON IN AS MUCH OR LITTLE DETAIL AS YOU’D LIKE, THEN TAG SOME FRIENDS TO SEE WHAT THEY’RE 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 it’s gonna be long.  Als I’m icing my wrist and am not responsible for typos.  I’m doing this one handed with my non-dominant hand.  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.  I was told once that part of the Amazonian myth was that they would cut off their right boob to make shooting arrows easier.  Still kinda dig that.

Rough thumbnails of a Sailor Moon watercolor series I wanna do inspired by Alphonse Mucha.  And to give me an excuse to use my sparkly watercolors lol

Something I did as part of an art trade that I’d love to transfer and paint.  I just love sleepy platonic cuddles cut me some slack.  More mp100

Some sketches for mp100 chibs I’d like to maybe make as charms.  They’re 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.  There’s a fieldtrip to the demon world so Mob and Ritsu can have fun/fight Yusuke.  Idk mate.

A page of Reigen’s with Kinda Sibling Rivalry!Reigen and Dimple.  I was working on inking it during down time at work when I got injured so IDK WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN GODDAMN.  But I kinda want Reigen and Dimple to be petty and antagonistic to each other.

The second piece of a series I’m doing on the ~darker~ meanings of flowers from a Victorian book.  This one is ‘fragile’

/fuckin ojou laugh/ OHHOHOHO SO THIS my dudes is a sketch I did during a sleepless night after a series of ‘what ifs’ with a dnd mate.  It’s an Age Swap-Gravity Falls! Mp100 au.  It wasn’t actually gonna be a thing but I started writing an outline for fun and shared it with another dnd mate and now it’s gonna be a thing??  It’s a collab fic and holla holla chicken mcdolla I am EXCITE.  I’m outlining it and writing a few parts.  

Basically Mob is in place of Ford, Ritsu is Stan, Mogami is Bill and Serizawa and Reigen as Dipper and Mabel.  Seri is Ritsu’s ‘nephew’.  They’re related but they’re not sure how.  Kinda like ‘we’re just gonna call each other cousins because I don’t know what else to call you’ deal.  Reigen aspires to be a Paranormal Investigator (and is completely unaware that his idol is actually Ritsu.).  Trust me dude it’s gonna be good, angsty and goofy fun I am SO EXCITE.  Like my dude the finale is gonna be fuCKIN PAIN.  I’m 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 I’m diggin some of the plot twists.  But basically Ritsu, Teru and Shou are led to believe that Mob is dead and it’s Reigen’s fault (and they’re partially correct).  But nobody knows who Mob is.  So the hunt begins.

Baby Mob

More of a series of drawings but basically Mob is cursed and turns into a baby.  Reigen is 100% honest that he has no idea how to take care of kids and Dimple has to help.  Dimple also apparently makes for a great toy for teething psychics.  Learn something new every day, huh?  Oh but Reigen gets really excited that he can say fuck again lol.

FANFIC cause I’m a fuckin NERD

The Knife

Not the actual title but it’s the one I already talked about.  I don’t wanna give too much away but Teruki is in place of Lil Giddeon.  He’s a showman who is also a thug and he extorts local businesses for ‘protection’ against spirits under his control.  He’s fab as fuck.

Mob comes back RIPPED.  Like he’s fuckin SHREDDED.  But he’s also super cautious because boy has seen some shit while in the In Between.  He’s 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 we’re gonna have WORDS.

Also Ritsu’s powers manifest and automatically takes the form of brass knucks because....I just....think they’re cool okay it’s law they’re cool fuckin fite me mate

Hands

Based off of a post I made about Mob having scars on his hands and body.  Teru like hearing about them but it gets angsty.  /SHRUGS/  Sorry my dude but before I stopped (and then started again) writing everything I touched was angst.  Fluff is really new to me.  This can be read as shippy or they’re just really close friends.  Kinda up to the reader.

Dive

This....idk mate.  This might end up being written.  It WAS gonna be a comic but now that my wrist is fucked I might write it.  It’s the spiritual successor to my fic How to Lose Your Psychic but...it’s completely different in tone and there is pain.  Mob disappears and is missing for about a year.  It’s not a good year for all parties involved.

Burning World

I’ve already started this one but goddamn it’s looking to be a long one.  I don’t 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 I’ll 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.  Reeves is stoic, duty before dishonor.  Sequel=some serious regrets hoooooooooboooooooooooy

Weaving is A+ prick.

And from my notes cause I love ya

“SHUT UP!”  Takenaka yells without turning around.  “Stop acting like you don’t understand!  It happened so just shut up!”  He leaves for camp.

And~~

Serizawa gasps, eyes wide with mouth agape.  “It’s gone”

“What?”

“It’s-his...it’s gone.”

“You have to be more specific.”

“Kageyama’s...his aura.  It’s gone.  It’s never been-the only reason it should-would disappear is...”

He looks at Reigen.  Neither of them want to finish the thought.

“We’ll find him.”

Sleep Over

Another one I’ve already started and is actually almost done!!  But it could have a sequel or two if there’s interest.  Idk.  But Mob has a nightmare, Ritsu is terrified and Reigen handles it.  If there is a sequel Mr. Fluffernutter will make a reappearance.  So does his mom but I need a name for her;;;;

Remaining Ashes

A direct sequel to Burning World.  There is more pain and it is delicious.  There’s gonna be some OC spirits and their bg is sad but REALLY important to the entire story.  Government experimentation man, whatcha gonna do?

Oh here’s an excerpt (forewarning for uh...blood and stuff): 

Mob sees.  He sees blood.  He sees bone.

His blood.  His bone.

He’s 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.  Mob’s eyes go wide and his mind goes blank.

Fight

Literally just that.  A brief study on the dynamic between Teruki and Ritsu as well as an excuse to write a fight scene because I NEED IT.  God I just need to write a fight scene I’m gettin itchy

/SHRUGS/ I think...thats’s it???  God idk.  There’s probably more that I can’t think of.  I kinda wanna do a sequel to Cold Ramen but idk.  Can’t think of anything yet.

[technicolorheart9801]

All It Does Is Take: Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3  |  Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Ritsu had been oddly subdued thus far, gazing at the complicated transmutation circle with a furrowed brow.

“Do you see something wrong with it?” Mob asked. “I’ve triple checked all of my calculations, but I could have missed something.”

Ritsu stayed silent for a moment, seeming to hesitate, before saying, “N-no. I was… just wondering about her soul. What do we have to offer that could possibly be equivalent?”

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.

“Water 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,” Mob’s soft voice rang out in the quiet basement, “That’s everything.”

Ritsu had been oddly subdued thus far, gazing at the complicated transmutation circle with a furrowed brow.

“Do you see something wrong with it?” Mob asked. “I’ve triple checked all of my calculations, but I could have missed something.” 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, “N-no,” Mob tilted his head to the side, a bit worried. Ritsu didn’t usually stutter. “No. 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?”

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 Ritsu’s 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.

“Oh, right.” Mob had almost forgotten about the soul data. “Well, since we got our blood from her’s, I figured a few drops would be enough. A fair trade.” He proceeded to pull out a small knife and prick his finger, not noticing Ritsu’s 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 child’s allowance. Mob held out the knife to Ritsu. “Um, here. I mean, if you want to. I won’t make you, but-”

“It’s okay, Nii-san.” Was Ritsu’s natural response to reassure his brother. Mob wasn’t really known for his eloquence, but Ritsu was good at understanding, even when Mob couldn’t articulate properly. Ritsu took the knife and went through the same motions Mob had. “It’s only a papercut. We get those all the time.” 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.

“Okay, then. I think we’re ready.” 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. Mob’s 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 wouldn’t 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 it’s 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 it’s wake. It was all Mob could do to think clearly enough to try to work out what exactly had gone wrong.

“I-it can’t be… a rebound?”

“Nii-san! Nii-san!” All concern for the reasons behind their failed reaction and his own well-being were immediately removed from Mob’s 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 Ritsu’s 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 couldn’t seem to make out.

“Ritsu!”

“Nii-san, please!” 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 didn’t know he still had - reached out to Ritsu in turn.

“Nii-san! Nii-san, help!”

Ritsu’s arm was dissolving, all the way down to his fingertips.

“No! Ritsu!”

Mob was so close. So close-

“Nii-san!”

“RITSU!”

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.

“Ritsu? Wait, what was I doing?” Mob’s head was feeling oddly fuzzy. “What just…”

“Hello,” 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. “Um, hello… how are you doing today?” 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 wouldn’t accidentally insult the... person. Mob seemed to do that a lot. “What’s your name?”

The being tilted its head, black hair floating around it as if in water. “You 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.”

Mob was confused.

“Hm… 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.” The Truth pointed at Mob with one dark finger, and a gate that Mob hadn’t even realized was right behind him was opened with a resounding clang.

“You have dared to knock on the door. Now, the door is open.” 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 Mob’s 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.”

Then the doors slammed shut, cutting off Mob’s screams. That’s when it suddenly felt like all of the world’s information was being poured into his brain all at once. “No! It’s too much! Please, it’s too much!” He saw everything. “Please, stop! Stop it!” He saw everything. And it wouldn’t stop, pushing his mind to the brink of shattering, because he was just human. He couldn’t 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.

“I see now.” Mob stated. “My human transmutation theory wasn’t 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?”

The dark figure stood. “I’m afraid not. I’ve already shown you all that I can with the toll you paid.”

“Um… what do you mean by toll?”

“Still asking the wrong questions. Surely you know?” Mob’s eyes widened in horror, because he did know. That was the same moment that Mob’s world went sideways, and the last thing he heard was, “It is equivalent exchange, right, little alchemist?”

And suddenly Mob was looking at his basement’s stone ceiling, clutching at his thigh where his leg should have been. Mob couldn’t 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.

“Ritsu?” 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.

“Ritsu.” Mob’s voice was choking up. “Ritsu, please, where are you?” But Mob knew where Ritsu was. He wasn't here, because in Mob’s 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 didn’t 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.

“No, please - Don’t take him too! Damn it, he’s my brother! Take anything that you want, anything. Just GIVE HIM BACK!”

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 wouldn’t have to be alone forever.

[prettypistachio]

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: What’s the most hilarious moment to you?

Hanazawa. Teruki. Ochimusha. OMFG. Not only did I learn a new word but it’s 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. I’d follow in my son’s footsteps: Teru. I’d just learn from everyone and everything. After Hydrokinesis I’d 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?

It’d 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 invisibility…for the right purposes ofc. So, yes within reason that it doesn’t harm or kill anyone in any possible way. But I’d love to use my powers freak out my family and friends for fun though. I mean, wouldn’t you?

14: Are there any MP 100 fanfics you HAVE to rec?

Yup, here we go. Bear with me cuz it’s long but it’s not my fault the MP100 fandom has good fics. I kinda feel spoiled. I can’t rec ‘em all. So here’s a few among many.  

(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 and…? Yeah, it’s well written.

Three by Ravenesta is extremely excellent. Sensational to me. It has this as the summary on ao3: ‘ The staff of Salt Middle School consider Kageyama Shigeo’s third emergency contact.’ IF you’re not hooked like I was then I don’t know what to say.

Groceries by @crescentmoonrider is also superb. This writer’s background on Teru is extremely thought out well. The way it’s 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 I’m after. I mean it.

ah, young love! by @dreamy–dark 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 he’s doing his father-role with Mob. The bond between them is so sweet in this.

Sakuyama

Maybe by power (teii) is also terrific. It’s not shippy but it’s not not shippy. It’s awesome. It’s Sakurai and Koyama dealing with things life after Reigen’s 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. Don’t let the author’s 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 …it’s gooood. One day soon I know I’ll end up shipping ekurei.

Serirei

This Place is Big Enough for Two of Us by WritingIsMyCoffee is also extraordinary. The writer’s made it real and it’s gets real in this fic.

flower language by matsunoble is wonderful. Reigen is a freakin’ 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. It’s the sweet, real teen-like, funny fic on them I’ve ever read.

Aubade by Ravenesta is amazing. It’s Ritsu, Shou, College AU, Slow Burn and both of them decide to…well, I’m 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 AU’S in MP100. This delinquent!au gives me so much inspiration. Characterisation is handled really well, especially delinquent!Mob. The teen angst and frustration…loved every moment reading it. You should read it too. Like now.

asleep and constantly floating away by theholychesse is magnificent. It’s on-going, and I’m officially addicted, and it has PRE HUMILITY TERU AND MOB. It’s kinda my wormhole!terumob wish come to life. And Mob in this fic is, well…it’s a shock. Read this please. I CAN’T 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. It’s short, sweet, and special. I can not not tell the world about this.

I Need Him by Kinyve is also brilliant. It’s Shou, Mob, and Ritsu crushing on my fav Teru. He’s 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. It’s 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 freakin’ 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. He’s so precious. Teru’s job cracks me up but it’s becoming a real hc for me now. You can’t 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 I’m in need of cavities.

A Way With Words by entrenched is beautiful. I can’t 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, Won’t You Let Me Know by @one-trash-man is also delightful. Title itself speaks volumes. I was hopeless. I couldn’t resist and I don’t 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 ‘oblivious teru’…That 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.

[sarazanmai]

Thoughts on the MP100 English dub. Episode seven.

“at the same time Ritsu was mistaking Dimple for some sort of creepy looking balloon...”

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 he’s really the nicest kid in the universe and always drinks his milk

as a side note wikipedia still doesn’t list Shinji’s voice actor for some reason

“what is that? some kind of talking jellyfish looking thing?”

the true OTP, Ritsu/Silver Wear

I should have named my Abra in Pokemon Moon after Ritsu instead of Mob

“surpass my brother?” and this is why I’m convinced Fubuki from OPM and Ritsu are the same person, one just happened to wear a maid uniform at some point

I’ve always liked the sort of crosshatch detailing on that picture of Ritsu

“in fact he seems oddly happy” woman plz

ugh don’t harass Saitama, he’s trying his best

oh my God even MP100 wiki doesn’t cite Shinji’s voice actor, am I the only one who cares?

“so they either became drunk with power, feeling a delusional sense of accomplishment, or they suffered greatly” I’m 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

“I see, corruption and guilt, those are the thing that become fuel for my powers” take a break Ritsu you’re 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 let’s 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

“I know you think you’re really special, its hard looking at someone who reminds me of the way I used to be” that was literally two episodes ago

Teru and Ritsu’s handshake is one of my favorite moments, its such a good way to show how out of his league Ritsu is

“having trouble standing are you, you’re so young” aren’t you literally a year older than him Teru?

“no his brain’s not huge, that was a wig”

this lady, when I first watched this episode I think I expected her to be Reigen’s sister

everyone says it, but I love that Reigen doesn’t even react to being called Mob’s guardian

“you mean that huuuuuuge piece of junk? no way its worth that” 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

“you get off on this, don’t you” Ritsu you’re JUST figuring this out?

“in the end it made us both popular” but...Ritsu already was popular

“I on the other hand have obtained a much bigger world” Ritsu go lay down

you get what you deserve Shinji

like okay I know Ritsu isn’t aware of the target he’s painting on Mob, but it still happened because Ritsu didn’t give the consequences of his actions a moment’s pause, he didn’t stop to consider if this could effect his brother

like thank God he learns his lesson and doesn’t pull this shit again

“because I’ve lost my limits, I’ve obtained loss” he said the thing!

“its you, what are you doing Ritsu?”

if its one thing to really take away from these episodes with Ritsu its that people get so caught up in themselves that they don’t stop to consider the impact their decisions have on those around them, I know we’re not supposed to be on Ritsu’s side but he really needed to learn his lesson and thank God he did

“I recommend the convenient Option A with the Blu-Ray set” Reigen just give me a damn release date, I’m not joking when I say I’ll buy it

tune in next week where we see why Mob won for Best Fight and Best Action in the Crunchyroll awards